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foreingersgod · 5 days

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Kate and reader accidentally coming out on Jada’s live with Jada’s response being “well that’s one way to hard launch a relationship” while the rest of the team that was there start laughing while Kate and reader try and melt into the floor. Then now that they’re public they become the most sickeningly cute couple always posting each other and gushing about eachother in interviews and not shying away from being affectionate in front of cameras now that they are public

Hard Launch . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: kate accidentally makes your relationship public

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you were all cooped up in jada’s apartment, hanging out after an incredibly long practice. everyone was exhausted and just wanted to spend the night relaxing and catching up. so you had all opted to go to jada’s place for the evening, maybe watch a movie or something.

to be completely transparent, you had just wanted to go home. drag kate into a nice hot shower with you and spend the night intertwined in your shared bed. but when jada had offered to have everyone over, kate was quick to announce your plans of attendance. you couldn’t blame her, you had all been working very hard this season with very little breaks in between to casually spend time together. you could share your girlfriend for one night, you supposed.

you didn’t get to spend a lot of time with kate outside the safety of your apartment walls. both of you had agreed to keep things private for a while, only the team and your families knew of your relationship. so you concluded that a night with the team couldn’t hurt anyone.

the room filled with laughter, excitement buzzing off the walls. the team was sat in jada’s living room going back and forth about old stories and favorite memories of the season. it was nice to see all of you together like this, no pressure or stress weighing down on you.

a few drinks and several embarrassing stories later, jada had suggested you all go live. it had been a while since the team had been active on social media and in everyone’s tipsy opinion, going live to all the fans was a perfect idea for the night. jada had her phone out immediately, starting the stream as she watched viewers join left and right.

you honestly didn’t care for it much, off in your own world as caitlin and jada laughed next to you. they were messing around and talking to fans on the live. meanwhile, you were observing from afar, offering a small comment here and there. chatter started to die down as the night went on and you were beginning to grown tired. kate, from the other side of the room where she was goofing around with hannah, noticed your heavy eyelids and small yawns. she knew it was time to call it quits for the night and let everyone know you guys were about to head out.

she walked over to you, completely unaware of jada and caitlin still cackling about something said in the livestream. you were barely keeping your eyes open as she knelt in front of you, taking the half empty cup from your hands.

“hey, baby” she said, shaking you awake “ready to head home, you seem tired”

you yawned again and nodded, about to hoist yourself off of the couch until you realized the silence that filled the room. everyone was staring at you, jada’s hand covered her mouth as she held back another laugh. kate, like you, looked extremely confused.

“well that’s one way to hard launch a relationship” jada broke the silence.

“what?” kate asked. and suddenly it dawned on you, your hand also flying to your mouth in disbelief.

“the live is still going” caitlin said, double checking and watching the comments flood with people asking about you and kate.

“oh my god” you said mortified “i completely forgot, kate”

kate just stood in shock as you peered over the phone to see the damage. sure enough, you were the topic of discussion. so many people were asking about your supposed ‘secret relationship’ and freaking out over the accidental reveal.

the team began to laugh, seeing the looks on your faces as the comments kept flooding in. you and kate just looked at each other with wide eyes. you were always so careful when it came to keeping your relationship quiet. it had become a skill at this point, but now all your efforts had seemed to be for nothing.

“ok i think we’re gonna head out,” kate announced slowly, cheeks a bright crimson “i’m too mortified to stay at this point”

everyone was still laughing at your slip up, ending the live before things could go any further. they all offered their goodbyes as you headed out the door, sneaking in a few ‘good luck’ s for when the announcement of your relationship was all over the internet.

the car ride to your apartment was near silent. both of you were too caught up in your own disbelief to say anything. you weren’t really sure how to feel. mad? nervous? relived?

the warmth of your apartment was a welcoming sensation as you stepped through the door. keys gently hit the hallway table, shoes clunking against hard wood floor. you could see through the still dimly lit room that kate was troubled, hands rubbing at her temples. you turned on the lights as she hunched over the kitchen counter with her head in her hands.

you approached her from behind. front your your chest meeting with her sweater clad back and hands snaking their way around her waist. you let yourself mold into her, head dropping to rest between her shoulder blades. she sighed as you spoke up.

“don’t be too hard on yourself, babe”

“i just can’t believe i wasn’t paying attention” she muttered through her hands “i’m sorry, i know we were gonna wait until-”

“hey” you shushed her, standing up while taking her with you, forcing her to look you in the eyes “i know it’s not what we had planned, but it’s ok! it was an accident and you didn’t mean to, it’s not the end of the world”

she frowned slightly, perfect lips pulling tight together as she nodded in agreement.

“and who knows? maybe this’ll work out better anyways! now we won’t have to hide it anymore!” you continued your attempt to reassure her.

“yea i guess so,” she cracked a smile “i just wish we could’ve done it on our own terms”

“maybe we still can” you pecked her on the lips.

“what do you mean?”

“well it’s only been like an hour” you said “what if we made a post on instagram or something, then that way it can still come from us?”

she thought for a moment before obliging, “yea ok, i like that idea”

so you sat down on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, phones in hand. you made sure to keep the posts simple, but sweet and meaningful to get the point across.

after posting your relationship officially, you and kate finally decided to settle into bed and let the situation play out over night. after changing and shutting down the house for the evening, you dove into the comforter next to your girlfriend. her arms instinctively found you and pulled you into her chest, kissing you goodnight before you both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

when you awoke the next morning, you got exactly what you had expected. instagram notifications on both of your phones were out of control.

katemartin03

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katemartin03 my other half <3 @its.yn

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its.yn i love you !

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caitlinclark22 proud of you guys :)

⤷ katemartin03 thanks cait

user53 anyone else here after jada’s live?

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moneymartin4ever totally called it

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katemartin03 my soulmate <3

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ur.sis i’m going to tear up :’)

caitlinismygf the new it couple fr

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weeks passed and you couldn’t be happier. being able to finally be out to the public about your relationship was like a breathe of fresh air. and no doubt about it, you and kate were taking full advantage of being officially ‘out’ girlfriends.

the media was all over you two, trying to capture sweet moments of the cute couple. and really, you didn’t mind. any chance you got to flaunt your girlfriend, you leaped at with no hesitation. there were probably dozens of pictures of you guys holding hands, kissing, and leaving practice together by now.

even in post game interviews, both you and kate found ways to bring each other up. you were absolutely obsessed with one another and could never get tired of displaying your love to the public.

jada’s livestream was a blessing in disguise.

#kate martin #kate martin x reader #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #foreingersgod

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oneprompt · 2 years

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Hi hi! Is it okay if I request prompt 12. (“ Is that your lipstick on ___ ? “) with Corazon? Gn reader if possible! Thanks a bunch and take care! :)

authors note : of course ! this prompt is so cute with cora , awee .. please enjoy <3

Corazon x Gn! Reader : “ Is that your lipstick on Y/n ? “

“Rosiii, cut it out...” You giggled warmly, fingers tapping against your husbands arms that were locked around your waist. You couldn’t help but laugh, the kisses tickling you, especially the ones Corazon planted on your neck and jawline.

He smiled brightly against your cheek, leaving a kiss on your right cheek. “Why? You’re so sweet, i can’t stop.” Corazon pulled away briefly, taking time to look at the work he left upon you. “And red looks amazing on you,” he blushed, finally noticing how much he had been kissing you. Your beautiful skin was dotted with lip marks, his lipstick highlighting the affections he gave to you. Surely, Corazon’s kisses could show not just you, but everyone how much he loved you! Catching your lover off guard, you have Corazon a soft peck on the lips. He wasn’t the only one who could give kisses, and you took pride in proving that. You kissed his jawline, lightly smearing the residue of his lipgloss onto his own pale flesh. You caressed his chest as you kissed at him, Corazon continuing to sneak kisses onto you everytime you pulled away from him.

“Cora-san, do we have any crackers left?” Your child wandered into the room, his dead eyes glued firmly on you both. Law scowled at the sight of you both, limbs entangled in an embrace. Jeez... you two couldn’t keep off of each other, even a seven year old could muster the will to cringe at such a thing.

You and Corazon looked down at your son, immediately letting go of each other. You immediately composed yourself, clearly forgetting of the kiss marks your beloved left on you. You smiled at Law, nodding your head happily.

“Mhm! We still have animal crackers, i think... You like those, right? The little bear ones?” You spoke with a smile, but your cheeks remained flushed from being caught acting like a total high school couple with your grown husband. Law stared at you, squinting his eyes harshly. Lord, nobody ever made you feel so judged more then your own child...

“They’re called teddy grams.” Law corrected before pointing at your face. “Why is Cora-sans ugly lipstick on your tired looking face?” You and your husband released an overdramatic gasp, perfectly in sync of one another.

“Tired looking!?”

“U-ugly!?”

Law waddled out of the room, now having the information he needed, as well as being a complete bulldozer on his parents personal moment. You two stood there, dumb founded. How on earth could a child be so hurtful? You and Corazon traded glances, both clearly unsure on what to do. Maybe being apart of Doflamingo’s crew was easier then adopting and raising a child like Law... Neither you, or your husband had any back bone to lecture him. I mean, Law was just naturally a blunt kid... You were certain of that.

“Soo...” Corazon dragged out, looking around the room. Would it be awkward to go back to making out with eachothers faces after that? He couldn’t help but wonder... “Wanna go back to kissing...?” He mumbled, face going as pink as his shirt. God, that child knew how to create an uncomfortable aura...!

You couldn’t help but smile, giving your husband a coy look. I mean, Law had his crackers now. There was no reason to not go back to his kissing, you two wouldn’t be bothered until dinner time.

“I’d love to,” You chuckled at Corazon’s excited expression. You rested your hands on his heated cheeks, giving him a small kiss on the lips. In just a kiss, the event from just moments ago was discarded from your thoughts. Now, all you could think about was Corazon and his lips. You repeatedly kissed him, mostly just leaving small ones on his lips but you occasionally dived in for a more longer and intimate kiss, one that would leave a euphoric feeling behind on the two of you. Your hands slipped from his cheeks, returning to his chest, just the way they had been earlier.

Corazon left kiss marks over ones that had existed from the moment prior. He layered the marks, making the ruby red colour truly stand out. You laughed softly, leaning against him as he left kisses along your throat.

“Oh, Rosi.. My cutiee,” you grinned in bliss, fingers hooking onto his shirts buttons. “Could we go to the b—,” Alas, Corazon would never get to accept that invitation, let alone would he ever get to hear it.

The door whipped open once again, Law following suite. And once again, you and Corazon were deathly embarrassed. Hell, even a part of Corazon was frustrated at the sudden cut off.

“Y/n, our shows on!” Law stated, staring up at you. Your mouth turned into an excited o shape, immediately letting go of your husband.

“The frog one? Oh! The season two finales tonight, Law...! We have to get ready,” You quickly rushed over to your son. “Just let me clean up my face and we can watch it!” You held your son close to your side, much to his dismay. You turned your head back to look at your husband, who had a frown on his face. You waved your hand to him, “come watch! We can all have a cuddle puddle,” you beamed, despite your sons groan of protest. Corazon thought.

Corazon left the room with you and Law, holding a tissue to clean your face with in the TV room. “What’s it about, you two?” He asked curiously, licking the tissue before wiping away at the red stains on your cheek.

“Well! A group of girls get taken to a new world and-,” You started to explain before Law huffed.

“He has to find out himself! We’re watching from episode one to tonights episode for Cora-san’s sake...!”

Corazon smiled happily at the two of you, patting both you and his son on the head with his sizeable hands.

“I’m excited!”

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ventisslut · 2 years

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hi i just need someone to talk to on tumblr and i chose you. (ask for both prayers and help)

anywhore, can’t stop thinking about topping venti. imagine tugging on his braids. you think they’re a sensitive?

sorry i’m in an angry mood rn and just wanna pull on something or bite something. honestly though, pretty sure he’d be into it

CW: Mentions of angry sex, playfighting, somnophilia, power dynamics in sex and relationship. I referred to Venti as husband once. Dom(?)Venti. All under the cut. Not proofread

An: hope you don't mind that i made this dom venti and included so much powerplay lmaoo i couldn't help myself. Also my dms are open if you wanna vent, talk or rant etc.

Oh yeah i do believe Venti's braids would be sensitive. Since they glow when he uses his powers they must be more different from a normal human's right?

I feel like he'd be surprised for the most part if you're usually shy (like me) and he usually takes the lead and initiates sex, when you suddenly pounce on him, with things escalating into a full making out session, with nails digging into eachothers skin and bruising grips, hips moving in sync with eachother to get some relief and then you pull on his braids in the heat of the moment and he suddenly lets out the neediest whine you've ever hear him let out. His hand shoots out to grab at your hair and he pulls you back by your hair, with you letting out a gasp, exposing your throat to him, giving him the perfect opportunity to give you some lovebites

maybe that'll calm you down a bit and remind you to not to act out against your beloved husband or he'll have to remind you who's boss around here wouldn't he?

<33

Ooo or imagine if you're like just having a bad day/week or something like that and you've been kinda stressed lately so you're snappy and overall angry and Venti has enough with your attitude so he fucks the anger out of you and you into submission, relieving you of your tension. You're always so docile and obedient after getting slammed on his cock so it works out quite well for both of you with him being able to deal with your mood swings without having a hurtful argument <3

Brat tamer Venti <33

Ngl i have some temper issues myself and i dream about angry sex with Venti a lot, and people do say having angry sex helps with blowing off some steam too so 😺

Venti would love playfighting too i think!!!! Wether it's sexual or not. Our man is very playful and this applies to sex too! He wants sex to be fun and be able to laugh with you, just as much as wanting to feel pleasure and have intimacy!! So he'd playfully wrestle you in bed too, maybe some tickle wars too!!

While he does love you giving up complete control since it shows your trust in him, he Loves it when you resist him too!! It thrills him so much when you try to fight against him but in the end he's a god, so it usually ends up with you leaking his cum, laying under him all tired and worn out while he tries to see if you'd still be up for another round. Or you know if you don't, then that's fine, he can always satisfy his needs while you're sleeping, thrusting into you while you're still asleep. (He loves somnophilia)

He is like a puppy you know? With endless energy, always curiously looking up at you with his big beautiful eyes trying to see if you're up for some fun.

#venti #lunie.txt #genshin impact #venti x reader #venti smut #venti lemon #genshin smut #barbatos x reader #anemo archon #dom venti

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b0nten · 1 year

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hii, I was thinking for the 1k followers event (congrats btw☆) at number 10 with Mikey. maybe his s/o is a foreign(hope I wrote it right :/) that has to go back to their country for a couple years and they promise eachother to get back together once they meet again?? 🛐 jfdjfjwk

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ it hurts because it isn’t fair. it hurts even more because you’re tired of being selfless. this is your moment to be selfish.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ hellooooooo!!!! here it is! i know it took a lot of time, but i really liked this idea since i first got the ask🤭 hope you like it! prompt no. 10 “remember me” + mikey ;

tw: kind of a breakdown?

TOKYO HEART CLUB

“it’s all righ— “

“no it’s not! don’t tell me it’s alright when it isn’t, mikey! does it look alright to you?”

mikey pushes your head even harder into his shoulder. his already dirty toman uniform is dirtied even harder with your cries and he feels his heart shattering at the sound of your off-chord symphonies.

“i worked my ass off, and you know that!” you raise your head and yell at him, as if it’s any of his fault, “i studied japanese alone, i bought all my books and study materials, i got here on my own, with no one’s help! i won the shadowing residency at UTokyo and i did all i could so i could be top of my class and stay here! and how do i get rewarded? i’m being sent away because some snot-nosed, rich kids want to come to japan to fool around and they had to bribe admissions!”

mikey looks in your eyes with a look so comforting, yet annoying. it’s the looks that means ‘i know, you deserve none of this”, but that very look pains you because you know it too. perhaps it’d have been easier if you would have convinced yourself it was you who did something wrong, but you really were a picture-perfect student: highest grades, always respectful and attention-paying in class, never got into fights that the study abroad agency heard of, you did everything to a t. and yet they still want to send you away? because of what? rich kids that’ll do nothing but get low grades, won’t even bother studying japanese and most likely get arrested for doing dumb shit, sooner or later? everything you have, they don’t, and they’re still sending you away? and not just you, all of your friends, kids who put in just as much effort as you to get where they were. and now, all of their dreams are shattered.

you look in his eyes and in their reflection plays a painfully beautiful movie of memories. your eyes start to water even harder and you just can’t take it anymore.

“don’t let me leave, mikey!” you grab onto his shirt and with fists full of white cotton you pull on it, as if you’re pulling your own hair out, “i love you, i love being here with you, you’re my sec— screw that, you are my family! i don’t want to lose you, you know? and i don’t want you to forget me, please don’t forget me! always remeber me, mikey! i still want to be your girlfriend and i still want to patch you up after you come home all beat up after gang fights! i want to be there on the sides to take care of you and your team, i still want to be toman’s chief of medical assistance and hear you guys laugh about my title! i — i — “

his soft palm meets your quivering mouth and he eyes you down. his soft lips part and his eyes widen.

“what do you mean, you still want to be my girlfriend, y/n? do you think you moving away for one year, hell, even less, is going to strip you of that title? do you think you’re not gonna be the queen of toman anymore, the angel of death that patches up fifty guys at once and does so with the utmost elegance? you’ll be my girlfriend till the end of the world, you’ll be toman’s chief of medical assistance until no toman member lives anymore, you’ll come here, first thing you do after graduating, and you’ll become not only toman’s lead and only doctor, but UTokyo’s as well. and we’re all gonna be waiting here for you. i’ll never forget you, not even when i’m dead.”

he pulls you close and shakes his head in a disapproving manner, “sometimes many dumb things happen in this smart thing, “ he cups your face and kisses your forehead, “let’s go to the meeting, y/n-sensei, toman’s chief of medical assistance, what do you say?”

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viiixs · 10 months

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some flying guillotine hcs??

silly mischievous man x silent man

(opt) how would they interact with requiem 👀

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General Flying Guillotine HCS

— XTRA; meeting and interactions with REQUIEM

!! warning – mentions of corpses, smoking, blood

« HCS »

» Flying Guillotine is a very feared name in China Town, you never know when They’ll appear and when They do, its often said to not get in their way nor rat them out. if you’re feeling a little too adventurous for your own safety, perhaps you’ll have to wish your prayers of love will reach your family and loved ones before you meet your end. They’re said to be the Nightmare of China Town.

» They both work under Lady Thirteen, The China Town Beauty, as Her Hit men. They would do anything just to clear the speck of dirt in Her name, whether if They had to get their hands bloodied up in the process. Lady Thirteen was a mere celebrity in China Town, seen as perfect and Elegant. yet who knew that She would actually be their Boss?

» They work for Lady Thirteen as a way to repay her for what she has done for them in the past. It was during a difficult time in both their Lives and ever since then, They started to work for Her. yet theres a small rumor that spread like wildfire, that Flying Guillotine is trying to find Lady Thirteen and Hurt her. Many Residents of the Town have feared and prayed for that Rumour to be nothing more but a false narrative that was created just for a scare. yet who knows? no one knows the true intentions of Flying Guillotine and their main goal in the first place, not even Lady Thirteen herself in that matter.

…………………

» starting off strong with their dynamic being absolutely like a cat and dog one. you have FG!Wujiu whose just tired + no energy while FG!Bi’an has tons of energy.

» during off days, Bi’an would usually ask Wujiu if He’s up to check some places in the area, relax in the Tea-House or have a nice game of cards. Wujiu would usually (mostly) say yes, but in some cases He would just be too tired.

» Flying Guillotine are smokers, if you couldn’t tell. They would usually smoke to cool off some steam and thats about it, well, there would be some occasions where They would just want to smoke for no reason or they just feel like it.

» if cigarettes aren’t available, they would usually just lay around in the Tea-House to drink Tea or to grab a bite. Fan Wujiu usually opts for something filling while Xie Bi’an chooses something light. They usually use it as their resting place during closing hours since it’ll just cause havoc if they come in during working hours, besides, Lady Thirteen owns the place. so another reason would be so they could discuss business with Her.

» when doing actual business per se, They usually tend to avoid public spaces as it’ll just lead to more suspicion. imagine going to the market just to get some fruit, and you just see an unconscious body right infront of you. either way, not really pleasant.

» If they have no choice whatsoever, They’d usually clean up the evidence (or atleast try to) when they have the time. if the blood is way too cemented on the ground, They usually just leave it be. sure, it can still hold suspicion which contradicts to their actual plan, but atleast its not a literal body.

» Their Missions usually go smoothly, until a certain distraction has been showing up.

» It was no other than Requiem. Requiem and Flying Guillotine are in no good terms. Their bosses, True Proof and Lady Thirteen has also some vendetta against eachother aswell, which lead to a rivarly between the two groups. so maybe that also adds onto that.

» Their meetings are pure coincidences. if they do happen to meet, It’ll just be laced with pure annoyance with a spat exchange of words.

» maybe a glare, maybe a side eye, who knows. Their Interactions with the pair have always been Limited due to their respective Missions. They could maybe get into good terms, yes. but with how things are happening, its doubtful. but not impossible.

NOTE: GETS DOWN ON MY KNEES

ANNNNOOONNN IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THIS SOB SOB, I PROMUSE IT WAS ON MY MIND I JUST KEPT PROCRASTINATING. ITS ON ME.

anyway hi im sorry for not posting for like a monrh or something writers block got me feeling different, and also because i should tell myself to stop adding scenarios/fanfics to almost all my requests when i see fit. because it definitely slows down my pace when it comes to writing. anyway!!

i also apologize if this was? idk prettu bland or its not what you’re wanting, anon. but i really had nothing in mind and just… went with it.

i’m also super happy requiem is finally getting a little more attention. since last time when i wrote here (2021?) He barely had anything. so its very nice since hes my fav wu chang skin! :3

also, i do still have some more guillotine headcanons i didnt add. for instance, i headcanon Wujiu usually asks Bi’an to help braid his hair and stuff like that. but this’ll suffice. (hopefully)

#identity v #identity v headcanons #idv scenarios #idv wu chang #identity v wu chang #wu chang #skin hcs #xie bian #fan wujiu #identity v imagines

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lafcadiosadventures · 7 months

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Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book Two, Chapter XXV:

Just like Merteuil and Valmont conspiring against the couple of innocents they want to seduce, Pompadour and Villepastour meet up to discuss Patrick’s (and by extension Deborah’s) fates

L. Cateret's 1915 Illustration for Les liaisons dangereuses

Pompadour summons Villepastour to “reprimand” him. He declares to be more than happy to receive her sweet punishment. But Pompadour has to immediately cool him off, stressing that, hard to believe as he finds it, she is not into him. (Villepastour is excellent at pr since she thinks she is the exception to confirm the rule)(Pompom is emphatic. She stresses that if it depended on her exclusively, the marques would die in complete abstinence)(she teases since she recieves him -like she does Patrick- during her petit-lever, and while aristocrats recieved many people during their levers and it was meaningless, merely a protocolar thing, I get a sense of her toying with him, showing what he can never have) Since she has mentioned Newton as an example of a celibate man, he claims to not be an expert on the matter, deliberately missing the point she was driving to, to complain about how annoying it is that women now think they can read Newton through what he defines as Voltaire's summaries of his works for the benefit of the ladies. Pompadour seems upset. we get the sense that they’re old “friends” and that they usually tease each other like that. They jokingly hurt eachother, but deep inside they’re both bothered by it.

Borel lets us reconstruct via their dialogue that Pompadour has summoned him via a stern letter, warning him about not harming Patrick. Still, he jokingly (or at least Pompadour ignores him as if it were a joke) asks her for a lettre de cachet. Pomps asks about Patrick, praising him at every opportunity. Villepastour turns her praise into insults (alla Beausteant and Rastignac talking of Delphine at the Opera in Père Goriot) Pompadour realizes he has something against Patrick: “A woman”, replies Villepastour. More 18th c court witticisms ensue, they both insult the one the other is attracted by. There’s -again, ugh- a good line by Villepastour about chastity…. he says he understands the word little, but even so he still understands it more than the virtue that it’s attributed to it. (The french nobles are still the religious and moralistic skeptics)

“Chaste!… Do you understand that word marquis?” “My faith! not very well; however more than virtue which we assign its meaning to.”

(this and all citations translated by @sainteverge )

And now we hop into a Diderotian philosophical dialogue: (nice shakespearean linguistic nihilism too)

“Marquis, believe me, this virtue is but a word.” “Then, madame, if this word designates a virtue which itself is but a word, my poor reason is starting to lose ground; mercy, it’s too much metaphysics!”

It reminds me -perhaps because I tead it last week-of a moment in the Suite de l’Entretien (the sequel to D’Alembert’s Dream) You all know I love Diderot but this philosophical dialogue/private RPF of his friends comes across as sexist in a very basic way too. maybe he’s being true to who the people depicted were like, I don’t know, but it’s still moderately annoying… He has the woman (mme de l’Epinasse) start a philosophical argument with a man (doctor Bordeu) but as soon as he brings up matters she perceives as pertaining to The Sublime(TM), she claims to be exhausted by the discussion, so the doctor scolds her for tiring so fast of “being a man” and backpedaling to being a woman…. (Diderot is ofc not always sexist which is why i enjoy a lot of his work and life choices, etc) -_- Borel, refreshingly has the man instead of the woman reject the philosophical depth of the conversation to drive back to the point of it.

Anyways, Mme P. marks her territory, Patrick is hers (her protégé) and Villepastour must not harm him. But, he explains, he has to expel him, it’s the law, he killed his wife and therefore has no honour-not so much because he has killed a woman, but because he was found guilty of it. That is Villepastour’s chief concern, we suspect-(the man gets yet another cleverly written line):

“Yes, killed; but kind of how we kill in comedies; since she is the one I am dying for.”

There can be no doubts right now that the Marquis is sure Deborah is in fact who she claims to be. (but ofc this doesn’t matter, since Deborah was alive and in fact present during the trial at Tralee, and nobody payed heed to her testimony, that Patrick hadn’t attempted to murder her after robbing her) Even the performance of Honour Villepastour so adores could be served by his helping Patrick get his sentence pardoned. But of course he wants him out of his way. The law like Sade said is not equal for all, it is a tool of the rich to maintain their power (to prevent power from shifting hands like Vautrin said) here we have a pair of aristocrats completely willing to bend the law to to get what they want. Yes, a pair, because even if Pompadour laughs at the idea of musketeer’s honour (completely contradictory concepts according to her) and tells him that if he acts against Patrick Villepastour will answer with his head, she demands for him to break the law to preserve her favourite (we know Patrick is innocent, she knows it and Villepastour knows it. But this is not relevant, she’d still ask the same if he were guilty) who she says, she might deliver to Villepastour in a few days, or manage his destiny herself….

Patrick is in the hands of Fortune, not a Shakespearian Goddess, but a very tanglible, carnal pair of Aristocrats.

#madame putiphar #tumblr do not glitch this post as well please >_>#text post #long post #i(wondering if musketeers were a fad since before dumas)

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hi! this is perhaps a silly one, but any tips for dealing with anxiety with regards to friendships? to elaborate, i know logically my friends do care about me, and that i care about them, but for some reason the past little while ive been getting mad anxiety spikes about if they really want me around or not. Anyway, since i know deep down this is ridiculous and yet the anxiety remains do you have any tips for getting rid of it? im just concerned that it could end up causing actual problems for the friendships, if that makes sense. Thank you for your time, hope you have a nice day! (also would like to add, my friends are wonderful people and i love them to bits, which is why i care so much about fixing this :))

Hey friend, I’ve struggled with this one too. For me, being open and honest and encouraging others to do so as well is probably the most helpful thing. When I’ve been hanging out for a while with a friend and I start getting worried that maybe they’re tired or kind of need to get to some other things, I ask. And not in a “am I boring you to tears? Are you sick of me?” kind of way that only really gives them one valid option without sounding like an asshole, but in a casual “hey, just checking in. How’s your social battery doing? When do you need to leave by?” kind of way where whatever answer they give, it’s not a reflection of the state of our friendship, it’s just a practical “nah, I don’t have anywhere to be till 9, or yeah, it’s been a long day and I’m kind of spent.”

This kind of thing works pretty well for most anxieties I get about how things are going with friends. Just ask in a way that lets them answer honestly without worrying about hurting your feelings. And yeah, once people get into the practice of really being honest with eachother, occasionally they’ll say a thing that’s kind of makes you feel a bit deflated, but at least now you know and even a dissapointing answer that stings a little is drastically easier to deal with than the billion horror scanarios your brain can come up with to stress over.

If you really can’t stop thinking about it, even after they’ve told you it’s all good, and it’s causing significant anxiety, you may want to get checked out for OCD. A friend of mine has it and this is a thing she deals with a lot where a thought will get stuck in her head and no amount of reassurance can make her stop stressing about it. She has meds and things that help though.

#big bro advice #my friend an I have this maxim that what actually is is never as bad as what could be #because it could be a billion different improbable things #but reality can only be one thing at a time #mental health #friends #ocd #ocd tag #anxiety #friendship #friendship advice #friendship anxiety #interpersonal skills #interpersonal communication #neurodivergent community #communication

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1dkwhat2name · 2 months

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Really really really long post

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Alright this is a really long chain of thoughts that’s not a vent but I really wanna explain to myself, and since I’ll be mentioning a lot of different people I’m gonna letter them

PERSON A: is the person who’s really really cool and I LOVE them /p and I always try n go outta my was to stand next to them or smth cuz yeah I love them (they’re also the person who has my tumblr acc so hello :D)

PERSON B: is another really really cool person (they’re moving really soon :[ ) who’s in most of my classes unlike person A, and person B really goes out of their way to stand next to ME and they clearly really like me and I’m really happy about that cuz yea :]

PERSON C: is someone who I’ve known since childhood, they’re really really funny and I wanna keep my relationship with them but I feel like it’s fading, so I’m always going out of MY way to speak to them and just try to laugh a lil so she doesn’t hate me

AND PERSON D: is someone who I’ve knows for just as long as person A, they’re my friend but they also make me feel like shit A LOT n then make me feel guilty for drifting away when I do, but they’re still really cool and they’ve been through a lot and I wanna be their friend but it’s incredibly exhausting in the NICEST way possible. K let’s get started

Right. Person B and person D are dating, and while this might not be true, I feel like person B doesn’t actually like person D like that. Like based on how person B acts around D, they were sort of roped into this relationship, and they also told me that they’re not really sure how to respond when D does the playful bullying thing they do, and doesn’t really like it either. It also seems like BOTH of them hang out with ME more than EACHOTHER, which I wouldn’t expect from a couple. I’ve also noticed person D is always playfully telling person B off when B wants to hold my hand instead on theirs, even though it’s playful, it seems clear to me that person B doesn’t go with it in a playful way. Moving onto person C. I’m tying my best to be their friend, because we have been since childhood, but the problem between us isn’t ME, it’s PERSON D. C GETS ALONG WITH PEOPLE OK?? Idk how but they do. But when I introduced C to D, nothing worked. Person D would always playfully, not just bully, but actually physically HURT person C, and person C CLEARLY dislikes this, and I have a LOT of problems with it to, that I haven’t been able to voice yet. Person C has kinda stopped hanging out with me when I’m around person D, and instead goes to play netball with her other friends, which I’ve decided to let her since I know she wants to, but I want to hang out with her as much as she does and I don’t know what till this is taking on our friendship. Onto person A. Person A is SUPER COOL and I try to spend most of my time with her, person B and when I can, person C. I mentioned I’m always trying to stand next to person A right? This isn’t really a big deal, but person D is always, literally, coming in-between us, idk if I’m the only one who notices bc maybe I’m too desperate, but still. I feel like person D is becoming somewhat attached to me, despite their GIRLFRIEND, and like I said, or like I might’ve been saying this whole time, I don’t like person D all that much. I want to be their friend, but I can’t keep up with them AT ALL, and I’m also tired to getting blamed for it too. I would probably be able to tolerate this for the next 5 years or so, BUT if my friendship with person C is at risk, I’m choosing C in a heartbeat, not to mention person A. Person D is, like I said, that friend who will PLAYFULLY insult you n stuff, right? That’s fine and I have no problem with it, USUALLY, but with person D, it’s ALL THEY DO, and it feels like SHIT. I don’t wanna leave though, for two reasons- one being I still want to be their friend, and I know half of this has valid reasons to do with them, and I should put up with it. The second being if I were to leave them, I’d also have to leave their girlfriend (person B) and my FAVOURITE person here, person A. How about a bonus reason? Even when I do leave, even for a little bit, they always find me and accuse me of running away, and forcing me back. In reality, I don’t wanna be their friend the same way I used to, but now that I’m here I kind of HAVE to, and I also don’t have anything left to say and idk how to end this super long chain of thoughts so that’s it lmao

bye :3

#shitpost #/nav #person A >>>>>>>#idk how to tag this

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BRUH second part was so good i’m giggling n kicking my feet bc they’re sssoooo gonna become exclusive i know it lmfao harry’s too possessive. i just picture y/n getting tired of sharing but not saying anything to try and keep the peace between all of them because she obviously still loves and adores rebecca and doesn’t want to lose her but she can’t help falling in love and not liking harry with anyone else regardless of if it’s her best friend. so she tries to go on a date to kinda get it out of her head that she’s not actually harry’s and he’s not hers. BUT he hates it!!! and realizes that he can’t have his cake and eat it too. BUT i don’t want rebecca to be upset at all:( so i imagine she’s on board and maybe feels like harry and y/n are a better fit and they see eachother more platonically now? idk i can’t handle the thought of hurting rebecca cause she’s my baby. but i also can’t handle the thought of harry still being in love with her more than y/n cause y/n’s also our baby

ASLFJSD I LOVE HOW EVERYONE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF REBECCA, THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY HAHAAH

I know we haven't really heard from her yet but I def agree she deserves to be happy!! And I loooove these ideas, too! Harry's jealousy doesn't really come out with Rebecca anymore...but with Kitty? 😗 New fear: unlocked and I kind of want to see him lose it hAHHA

#infinite you ask

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Hey beckface I'm glad your still active on tumblr. I just read your dadbrains au headcanons and I loved every moment of them. I do have a question about your post, if they were ever to meet, how would wordgirl and Doctor Two Brains from canon react to meeting your dadbrains au becky and two brains?

Hi!!! Tumblr is too much fun I can’t leave yet

In like a multiverse situation canon WG and TB would both probably be extremely uncomfortable and maybe a bit sad with the knowledge that they’re family in some universe. They would make it sound ridiculous and make fun of it a bit because ew feelings. Like “Pff you? me? Family? That’s doesn’t even-it makes no sense!” “I know right? We hate eachother completely. Right?” “Yep. Right. It’s crazy. Hah” “yeah. Crazy. hah”

It def wouldn’t get too depressing since the show is a childrens comedy

so i’d imagine if we’re sticking to canon it’d mostly be the two DTBs’ hatching a silly evil plan together, while the two Wordgirls work together to stop them. The running gag of the episode is that each duo keeps getting in the way of the other’s battle flow,

Canon Becky and Dtb are a lot more aggressive to each other, and in regular battles definitely have more sibling vibes then parent/child. They’re not out to hurt the others feelings at all, but there is more of a sense of mutual competitiveness. Dadbrains Becky and DTB keep chastising their respective partners for being “too mean” and the canon ones are getting really annoyed. The banter is entirely necessary, how else are they gonna put on a good show??

Like you’d expect the two dtbs/two beckys to get along with themselves more, but no. Egos are running high on ALL sides and they keep getting in their own way

The dtb’s are getting along a lot worse then the Becky’s though, and they pretty much sabotage their own plan. The Becky’s learn to work together in the end, and “defeat” the Dtbs (Canon dtb destroyed the ray, all the Becky’s had to do was take them to jail)

The lesson of the day is don’t get so competitive with literally yourself you dumb fucks smh

The episode would probably wrap up with the dadbrains duo headed back home through whatever portal they went through, the DTBs hissing at eachother and then the narrator signs off

though because I can I’d like to add that it ends with the dadbrains two laughing together when they leave, and the canon duo are watching them go, alone at last. Dtb’s hands and legs are tied up with telephone wire or whatever.

It’s awkward for a moment, and the police are arriving, they both look to see the flashing lights. Becky stands up hesitantly and DTB says “Well. See you around I guess.”

Becky starts flying away, but stops midway in the air, and glances back at him, he looks less angry then normal and more tired. She thinks about her old friend for a second, and slowly descends, landing back next to him. She looks nervous, and is fiddling with her fingers. Dtb raises an eyebrow at her, he’s like “Uh, Do you need somet-“

She cuts him off with a hug, she doesn’t say anything, just wraps her arms around him and holds on. He pauses for a moment, unsure of what to do. She quickly pulls back, still not making eye contact with him, and then zips off. He stares at where she just was in shock as the police officer walks in and stands him up. He smiles, and gets in the police car feeling lighter then he has in a long time.

Sorry I started writing fanfiction again. My bad

HOPE THAT ANSWERS UR QUESTION ANON AHHH

#wordgirl #hc/au #ask #becky botsford #dr twobrains #dadbrains au

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mac + the record by boygenius becos i love doing big posts like this :D

without you without them. found family of All Time. charmacden and the gang as a whole. the thousand billion different forms the gang has taken. it’s always them. mac growing up so neglected and lonely, desperately craving any mimicry of family and love he could find. and here comes this messy smelly kid who’s actually a couple months older than him but looks years younger. cat <3 mac 4eva . spending christmas throwing rocks at trains. it’s us against the world as long as we’ve got eachother we’ll be fine. and then come these rich bratty twins who act like they’re so much better than you but you know you and charlie are the closest thing they’ve ever seen to god. i want to hear your story and be apart of it. the gang unpicking their pasts unpicking what makes them Them. learning what you don’t Have to talk about, how to make life bearable. “a love letter to the mortifying ordeal of being known, written in a pandemic world that violently reminded us how much we need each other”…… that’s them baby!!!

20$. i’m stuck how longs the chevy been on cinderblocks as macden mac gaining/taking back independence and mac driving vs dennis’ sense of control being seen within the range rover. but just. oh this is So mac. it’s a bad idea and i’m all about it. long live project badass. whatever the idiots he loves suggests he’s there !!! i want to know more macden road trips. driving charlie around philly. driving to visit den in college. i cant summarise it well yet further than. ITS SO MAC !!!!! song about the “wanting to poke the bear impulse” hello mac. nice to see you here. having so much passion being ride or die for whatever ur friends want picking a side and dying on it no questioning. the subtle breakdown of that devotion. bickering. i Know you have twenty dollars. macden living together for Twenty Years. ran out of gas out of time out of money. the loves still there but they’re twenty years older and it can’t sustain itself running on nothing for this long. wanting a bit more. wanting to run back in time

emily i’m sorry. the cars !!!! can be both mac pov ab den or den pov ab mac. waking up inside a dream full of screeching tires and fire. the storm. the apartment burning down. all the wars mac and dennis are each fighting inside their heads that are keeping them from eachother. (again macden road trips i know you exist i want to hear more about you) suburbs maybe. and i feel myself becoming someone only you could want. that’s them. macden and the gang. someone only you could love. i’m sorry i just make it up as i go along. again both mac pov ab den and den pov ab mac. it’s their first time being this person coming out and everything that comes with being Them. sure they’re forty they should know better but. it’s their first time. i’m not ready! we could run away be other people. macden most comfortable acting as other people hiding behind fake identities. i’m sorry.

true blue. similarly could be both mac pov ab den or den pov ab mac but i’m sticking with mac pov. knowing dennis so well behind his lies and walls. loving him so passionately despite everything. the first two verses are just So let me tell you about dennis. den running away to college to north dakota fucking around to find out who he is calling mac confessing everything and nothing. and i wasn’t surprised! AND IT FEELS GOOD TO BE KNOWN SO WELL !!!!! I CANT HIDE FROM YOU LIKE I HIDE FROM MYSELF. they know eachother. too much. it feels Good from macs perspective. terrifying from dens. they’re on opposite ends of journey of coming out. even before mac started weathering the storm, dennis Knew him. ofc macden moving in together. straight after college or dennis slinking home from north dakota back to mac. it’s scary. he can’t live without him. YOU ALREADY HURT MY FEELINGS THREE TIMES IN THE WAY ONLY YOU COULD. again loving dennis so passionately, despite everything. i remember who i am when i’m with you !!!! your love is TOUGH your love is TRIED AND TRUE BLUE !!!!! it hurts ! and it’s ugly ! but i love you !! i do !!! i cant stop. i don’t want to stop. dependable and alarming and loyal never ending. YOUVE NEVER DONE ME WRONG EXPECT FOR THAT ONE TIME THAT WE DONT TALK ABOUT BECAUSE IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE WHO WON THE FIGHT I DONT KNOW WERE NOT KEEPING SCORE !!!!!!!!!!!! there’s nothing to say. it’s him.

cool about it. the dive bar. paddys <3. i’m trying to be cool about it !!!!! i love you !!!!! feeling like an absolute fool about it !!!! i love you too much !!!!!!! wishing you were kind enough to be cruel about it. times up. it’s never gonna happen. it is. talking himself into i can live without dennis without this love. i cant. wanting dennis to apologise. to be Real for once. to not run away. to shout and scream at him and everything he’s ever done. loving him Despite it. to validate macs feelings and experiences. absolution and all it’s religious connotations. religion woven into this love you can’t escape it. dennis as the golden god. dennis as a thousand sins, the ultimate temptation. wanting so badly to just forget about him to be able to walk away like dennis seemed to be able to do so. once i took your medication to know what it’s like and now i have to act like i cant read your mind i ask you how you’re doing and i let you lie but we don’t have to talk about it i can walk you home and practice method acting ILL PRETEND BEING WITH YOU DOESNT FEEL LIKE DROWNING tellin you it’s nice to see how good you’re doing even though we know it isn’t true. again. nothing else to say. that’s them. all tied up.

not strong enough !!!!!!!!!!! i know i have done a thousand not strong enough posts but surprise surprise the search function isn’t working. another jumping around perspective jumping around timeline. IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MAN. mac and the storm. mac getting so so so strong while dennis was in north dakota getting so so so strong to come out physically and emotionally. to find his pride. black hole opened in the kitchen their midnight teas inflate peeking into the kitchen. theyre drowning stuck in that apartment. but it’s also a lifeboat! the double i’m not strong enough to be your man i lied i am / i lied i am just lowering your expectations. i Am strong enough to come out, but you’re not. don’t expect much from me i don’t know if i can deliver it. I DONT KNOW WHY I AM THE WAY I AM !!!!! i don’t know why i’m like this. i cant stop it. the bossiness the obsession. ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD !!!!!!!! the storm !!!! the storm !!!!!!!! no matter how hard he tires that war is never ever ending!!! gods never gonna come say ur alright mac it’s okay.

revolution 0. macs crippling lonely upbringing. whatever the fuck macdennis is. it’s not real. none of it is. whatever he thinks the love between him and dennis is. if it isn’t love then what the fuck is it. just let me pretend !!!!!! angry and violent child screaming for love and attention never quite learning how to stop, because love never found him! the storm. dennis vs god. maybe they’re the same. he would like that. being stuck forever the only people who have stayed Hate you and they won’t shut up about it. if you’re raised with an angry man in your house …. go and invite him in etc. i wish he was angrier. mom too. i wish they cared enough to shout at me. give me Something other than indifference. even if the gang hate me at least they tell me they’ll scream and shout and laugh and punch me. at least they see me.

leonard cohen. macden driving forever !!!!!! listening to dennis’ stupid music forever. trying to read into it to see part of him between the chorus and the verse. if you love me you will listen to this song. of course i love you dennis. i’ve been listening to rick astley since i met you. i promise i will never give you up. or let you down. or run around and desert you. even if you do it to me a thousand times (you will). you said i might like you less now that you know me so well. I MIGHT LIKE YOU LESS NOW THAT YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. cause i know you man. right after mac came out. I Know You. that’s terrifying. so he ran (around and deserted mac)! i think that’s true. telling stories we wouldn’t tell anyone else. the comfort of driving. den’s flimsy sense of control. not having to look eachother in the eye. music playing on the radio you can pretend you didn’t hear. “there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” sunny is a love story. and i am (not) an old man having an existential crisis at a buddhist monastery writing horny poetry. turning their apartment into a church. macs room a place of worship. i never thought love would happen to me i never thought You would happen to me

satanist. a satanist an anarchist a nihilist with me. let’s run away and hide and be someone else. they can’t catch us. i’ll go against god i’ll be a Satanist as long as You’re with me as long as i have you. please can we run away. do you want to be in my life a long time? i want you there. macden and hiding behind these fake personas. everyone else has talked ab this phenomenon a thousand times better than i am today. at least until you find out what a fake i am. i’m sorry i don’t think i can actually leave god behind. he’s the only person who loves me. we both know you can’t let yourself love me. honey and vinegar. you wonder if you can ever be seen from so far away a slow pull a seismic drift leaning over the edge of the continent. it’s so hard to come back!! you hang on until it drags you under.

we’re in love. they’re in love !!!!!! you could Absolutely break my heart. that’s how i know. loving dennis Despite everything. and i told you of your past lives, every man you’ve ever been, it wasn’t flattering boy you listened like it mattered. he’s trying at least. again a thousand times mac and dennis Having to hide behind aliases and masks. if you rewrite your life may i still play a part. dennis trying to run away to Be someone else but always having to come crawling home to mac. in the next one will you find me i’ll be the boy with the pink carnations pinned to my lapel who looks like hell and asks for help. that’s them. that’s always been them. there’s something about you that i will always recognise. we’re in love. it’s stupid and ugly and wrong in all the right ways and right in all the wrong ways. it’s us and it’s love!

anti curse. OUGHHHHH. i have already done a line by line mac analysis of this song ITS SO. it’s the storm! he’s drowning !!!! everybody else knew mac was gay but he’s Still drowning. making peace with my inevitable death drowning on the boat, mac coming out and abandoning god - the gang begging him to ask god for help, and when the heavens open and god answers they all climb and kick and push mac down to the bottom. and he drags them back down. he was ready to die with the gang. to go to hell. the gates opened god listened to him God Heard Him Say He’s Gay. being ready to die to be swallowed by this storm. i guess i did. alright considering !! macs relationship w his parents. with the gang. tried to be a halfway decent friend wound up a bad comedian. they all hate me. he’s spent his whole life begging for his parents to love him this moved onto the gang. but they all hate him. he’s a joke. was anyone ever so young? all they are is children begging for love and attention. unpacking god in the suburbs. meeting dennis. never being able to go back. i’m swimming back !!!! learning to weather the storm !!!!! dad. i’m gay. he’s not drowning!!! controlling the war holding your own little peace summit at the eye of the storm. you don’t have to make it bad just cause you know how. dennis begging and screaming for him to just go back in the closet. no! writing the words to the worst love song you’ve ever heard. loving them all despite everything. sunny is a love story. love in its foreign characters an incantation like an anticurse (or even a blessing!!!!) mac being the only member of the gang Not cursed in the gang gets cursed. he’s finally on a string of luck ! but fucks it up anyways

letter to an old poet. OH MY GOD. oh my god. i cant stop i just cant. you all know my s16 theme was macs anger!!! wanting to confront dennis but not wanting him to run again. it’s all bubbling. it’s coming. i said i think that you’re special you told me once that i’m selfish AND I KISSED YOU HARD IN THE DARK AND IN THE CLOSET you said my music is mellow maybe i’m just exhausted YOU THINK THAT YOURE A GOOD PERSON JUST CAUSE YOU WONT PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH . AND I LOVE YOU !!! I DONT KNOW WHY I JUST DO. but !!! you’re not special you’re Evil ! you don’t get to tell me to calm down. you made me feel like an equal BUT IM BETTER THAN YOU ! and you should know that by now. when you fell down the stairs it looked like it hurt and i wasn’t sorry !!! i should have left you right there. with your hostages my heart and my cat keys. YOU DONT KNOW ME !!!!!!!!!! i wanna be happy I’m Ready To Walk Into My Room Without LOOKING FOR YOU i’ll go up to the top of our building and remember my dog when i see the full moon. I CANT FEEL IT YET. BUT I AM WAITING. there’s nothing else to say. explaining it would just be patronising. he’s there!!!! he’s weathered the storm and he’s had enough of dennis fucking around. had enough of everything ever being about dennis. i’ve actually been through shit i deserve it dennis. i should beat you up. leave you out to try. i shouldn’t have let you back in. but i did! because of course i did! you stole my parachute blindfolded me span me around and pushed me out of a moving aircraft. but i survived. built my own campsite all alone. you made me cry you said goodbye you told countless lies and hurt me. that’s all you ever do. i don’t think you deserve to live blameless anymore. i want to hold you accountable. but you’ll just run away again won’t you. make everyone hate me for no reason other than you’re scared how much i know you. come on. you fucking coward. celebrity booze mac is calm and collected confident ab his outfit while dennis is almost falling apart. the argument on the plane. everyone else is scared. mac was taking notes. he’s not stupid he knows dennis was johnny. but he can’t Say it he Can’t scream and shout and beat dennis.

#the record #mac #boygenius

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cleocatrablossy · 1 year

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Good old case of brain rot and listening to music here, once & for all(by the crane wives) desert duo animatic some day maybe??

The first verse covering up until Scar goes red in 3rd life probably. The chorus and a bit of the second verse would cover antics until the paper grab thing. Grian going red at “clutching at my chest”. The rest of the verse covering Scar accepting death and then them deciding to have the final fight at Pizza’s grave. The chorus would cover the fight while also spliced with more of them just hanging out having fun earlier in the series. The second verse very much though would be more influenced by Scar while the first is more influenced by Grian.

The “Dodged bullets and fire spray” would probably be in the battle that happened in the desert. “My blood’s forever on your hands” would be Double Life Grian when he took that first huge chunk of damage looking at his hands and being sort of still stuck in the cactus ring, and then looking up at Scar in the ravine. No clear idea for “When my ghost sings my battle cry”, maybe Grian showing Scar they’re soulmates and then them starting on the base(and although it’s not exactly like canon since Scar helped on the base), Grian working on the main base part and Scar working on the Jellie sanctuary. Grian goes over to try and say hello and talk, but then it flashes back to right before the fight in the cactus ring so he stops and goes back to building. The chorus yet again can just be shenanigans, probably at least at one point Scar brings back the sand monopoly here. Also them being the last greens.

In the final verse, it’s them in their hide-y hole. For “once and for all/what does that mean?” It’s Grian and Scar talking. Scar spots a cactus goes over by it. For “it’s a promise that I’m making” Scar says, a flash of them back on monopoly mountain. Grian says the “that I don’t actually believe” part, snapping them back to where they are. Scar is clearly upset and stands next to the cactus, as they start taking damage Grian panics and dashes over, via camera gymnastics this turns into them running from Joel before getting killed and turning red. On “Means I've tried it before” The two of them both from 3rd life and Double life mildly annoyed with eachother, going to being almost buddy buddy in DL and having a blast in 3rd life. For “So many times that I'm so fucking tired” it’s Grian standing over Scar’s corpse at the end of 3rd life, then I toges through the creeper death, then Scar falling, then Grian shot by Martin, then killed by Bdubs, then that lava trap from Last Life. On “That I'll never be able to close that door” they try to get back into things, but Scar gets hurt and then trying to get him food Grian get blood on his hands. And then it goes back to him going off the cliff after the fight, and Scar laying there dead. As the chorus starts it’s Scar running from a warden dragging Grian along before it Sonic-booms them. Screen cuts black for one “once and for all”, then on the third “once and for all” it’s them for all three past seasons(3rd life: them hanging out in the desert having fun, Last Life: begrudging deal making, Double Life: Backs to eachother but still leaning against eachother. For the final “Once and for all” it’s them waking up in Limited life. Mildly horrified as once might expect. With the outro music it’s 3rd life llama changing to scar stealing Grian’s horse for last life changing to bringin a jellie for double life to the llama in limited life. It’s then stills of them standing next to eachother, turning to be quarter angles glaring at eachother to facing away from eachother but holding hands to Scar with the clockers and Grian with the bad boys then turning to face eachother and sort of… drooping a bit.

I’m gonna make this eventually. I swear. It won’t make sense probably and I’m gonna have to figure out how to draw people better and faster so I don’t loose motivation but I WILL.

#brain soup #traffic smp #life smp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #3rd life #double life #limited life #the large lack of last life here is that I literally remember nothing besides the horse theft Grian’s conning scar to give him a life before #being killed the trap to make scar give out lives scar died in a trap he was warned about and there was a house with an angry face??

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maliciousspirit · 1 year

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Re-do - Modern Baseball

A shitty analysis of Davesprite through it

I wanna start from the top, maybe like a do-over

(Obviously him going back to save John, maybe just speculating abt whether he’ll do it/when)

replace the voices in my head with blind innocence

(Could be extra voices he gets once he sprites himself- he gets knowledge of the game but he is still Decidedly Human and probably can’t take the sheer amount of *INFORMATION* sprites have; it’s probably broke up into chunks to not overwhelm him)

I wanna complete re-do, maybe change my name

(Pretty self explanatory, I see it more so as like. Him *before* John dies, bein like “I wish we never played this game”)

Report the loses grab the claim, it’s a shame it's such a shame

(Either rose or Dave saying that they think John & jade is dead, “reporting” the losses to eachother)

We’re pissing away our time cause we’re pissing away these beers

(They kind of have unlimited time? Like as long as they don’t die they’re pretty much set in their timeline. They’re kind of wasting the excess, along with grinding and stuff, and it’s already established that rose has alcoholic tendencies; so when you have two siblings, one who’s established to become addicted, and kill two of their friends? I’d be genuinely shocked if they didn’t get fucked Up at least once)

No monumental moment ever came from saying

(Sarcasm!)

“Come on dude, just take one more shot”

(From monumental moment to here it feels like. Davesprite being like “oh, nothing bad has EVER happened from killing John in a timeline!

So the dialogue would be “COM3 ON DUD3, JUST T4KE ON3 MOR3 SHOT”)

(Also technically the chorus is that same later in the song but I’m gonna tweak it just a Bit, only a tad little bit)

Try to, try to forget, that your bones will dismantle

(I don’t think sprites have bones?? And while he’s keeping his general Shape he’s still sacrificing his body and autonomy to a certain extent)

And the dreams you had they’ll collide with time

(YES. This. The dream that Dave has *literally* collides with how the timeline is supposed to go, forcing him to become something he isn’t)

Your unrequited love for life will surely….

(First of all. The absolute banger like that is “your unrequited love for life”. And second, it’s very literal! Davesprite *wants* to exist, he wants to be Dave, he wants to survive, but life dealt him literally one of the worst hands)

Halt that I’m thinking way too much at night

(Him being like “if I’m gonna do this I’m gonna have to stop thinking abt it)

Maybe I could just move away or go extinct like triceratops

(You can’t convince me that Dave n rose didn’t consider just. Letting the game end. Everything happened during one day, at least up to act 5, but I can’t imagen how tired the strilondes especially must be)

But I love loving, watching movies, sitting back and also breathing

(These are all such. Domestic, human things. He wants to disappear to a certain extent, but he holds onto what he loves so tightly, even when he pushes them away like we see on the battleship)

My family and friends would be crushed, but is it enough

[No, it's not enough]

(Hence why he begins to push everyone away. I don’t know if it’s entirely intentional, but davesprite is a dick to them. I think part of it is him subconsciously protecting himself; he’s already witnessed their deaths, and if he just keeps them at an arms’ distance, the inevitable death will hurt less)

The future freaks me out but I guess I could just

Curl up in a ball and think

(Sad bird man)

(Again; I’m tweaking this chorus just a lil)

Try to, try to forget, that your bones *were dismantled

And the dreams you had they *all collide with time

Your unrequited love for life will surely….

Halt that I’m thinking way too much at night

(I already went over this, but now it’s more reminiscing/thinking abt him getting sprited and his timeline)

I won’t be breaking any barriers

(“I’m no longer a main character”)

So I’ll keep thinking the "future freaks me out"

(Davesprite lost his time powers. He’s lost a lot of the knowledge of time he’d had as Dave, along with the fact that he *knew* his future; but now they’re on a brand new timeline where he doesn’t know nearly as much as to what’s happening, and not only that, but he also doesn’t have a whole lot of control over it)

I won’t judge you if you think the same

So let’s keep thinking:

“Well the future, the future freaks us out!”

(Dave and davesprite, also just. All the kids being scared for the end of their journey)

#davesprite #homestuck

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omoghouls · 2 years

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Izzy tagging along with Ed and Stede for something and complaining the entire time but not making any move to separate himself from them. They’re annoying, he’s bored, everyone’s an idiot, his feet hurt, he’s tired, he’s hungry, he’s thirsty, he needs to pee, he’s thirsty again, he needs to pee badly, he’s thirsty again but he’s also gonna piss if they waste any more time on nonsense. Finally Stede turns and smiles in the super forced “you’re getting on my last nerve but I don’t want you to know that” way, patting his back and asking if Izzy needs help going potty since he’s having such a hard time managing it quietly and privately. He reaches down and pats Izzy’s bum, telling him he’s just checking no one’s made a weewee in his undies yet before suggesting they help him aim and get it all out or asking if he needs to have a little accident if handling his own business is too much for him to handle. They could probably change him without too many people noticing, if he was going to choose to wet himself to get their undivided attention.

Iyvigcycyfgyxf oMG

Izzy joining because he's Ed's guard dog- he follows him around even if that means getting bored out of his fucking mind /and/ having to tolerate Bonnet for this long- so, he doesn't want to stray too far (though Bonnet is really wishing he would if all he is going to do is whine xD)

However, Stede is good at silent "dad mode"- asking Izzy if he's planning on piddling all over the floor, just as he does on the ship when his poor little bladder can't hold it anymore? Surely someone around this establishment would be understanding when they asked for something to clean Izzy and Izzy's puddle up~♡

Oh god Izzy is turning red in the face, those complaints just turning into unintelligible whines and tells for Stede to shut up- for once its just silence between the three, until Izzy is kinda elbowing Stede and leaning up to whisper that perhaps, just maybe he's very close to having an accident. Maybe Ed and Stede give a look to eachother and both pat Izzy's shoulders like, "Ooh you're a big boy, Iz. You can hold it 'til we get back on ship, or, can find somewhere to go and we'll catch up with you later on."😎

#m #omorashi #omocute #fandomo

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roseknightred · 2 years

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Santa’s Babies (OT3)

AO3

Ship: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer (Pre-Slash)

Fandom: Leverage | Missing Scene(s) from s5 e14 ‘The Toy Job’

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (for swearing and an implied bj)

Words: 7,571 (One-Shot)

~*~

The team is on another job.

Corrupt toy CEO this time.

A puppy plushie with a level 3 choking hazard of all things. Turns out the material its nose is made out of will expand significantly in contact with bodily fluids, risking infant deaths upon swallowing… And we all know it will get swallowed by some kid. 'Get that out of your mouth' is just as common a phrase to new parents as it is pet owners.

Eliot's even growled the phrase more times than he can count with Things 1 and 2 under his wings. Mostly in regards to the junk they try to pass off as food but the sentiment stands.

Parker's breaking into one of their vaults to get the safety inspection records but if Eldon was fired for not cooking the books chances are they just got someone else to do it instead.

Nate's voice brings him back to the conversation over coms, "I'm saying that we, ah, we went overboard on Christmas gifts last year."

"Nate, I love my Ecosse motorcycle from last Christmas. Compliments of my Santa-baby," the distinctive sound of Parker's drill starting up.

Eliot barely suppresses his eye roll. "You spent $100,000 on a motorcycle?" he hisses at Hardison next to him. It's not the money Eliot's frustrated about, though the 25 dollar Walmart waffle press he received stings just a tad stronger, it's the arrogant indulgence. Parker has perfectly functional bikes of varying calibers and in the year she's apparently had it he hasn't seen her use it once. With her obsession with money it's probably sitting uselessly in a vault, Hardison customizing aforementioned functional bikes for her anyway.

Speaking of customization, Hardison just continues to solder more equipment like it's a regular Tuesday and it's no different than knowing their coffee order. "Don't hate the gift. Hate the elf."

"I do hate the elf." Well, Eliot really really wants to hate the elf, but Parker deserves to be spoiled. They're good for eachother and Eliot shouldn't be judging.

It's not his place, he'll get over it.

"So, are you saying no Christmas presents at all? Not even something small?" To Parker, 'small' could mean anything form a lollipop to a diamond, and they'd yield the exact same positive response.

"No gifts," Nate stands his ground.

"But… How are we supposed to do Christmas without any presents?" Parker sounds like she'd about to genuinely get upset. Eliot hates the hurt tone in her voice.

He's about to crack and pipe in when Sophie beats him to it, "Let's just put a limit on spending."

Sounds like a reasonable compromise, if they weren't thieves who would just steal it anyway.

"Say $1,000 a…" she'd cut off by Nate pointedly clearing his throat.

"$100 a.." she tries to correct before cut off again.

"50 bucks a person." she rushes before anyone else can but in.

"Fine, whatever. I'm in," the conversation is well and over as Parker finishes up the heist, getting in and out with no trouble at all.

Eliot's just tired.

So he does what he always does when the teams finally safe and on standby until further notice, makes his way to the kitchen and distracts himself with fixing up the disaster that is Hardison's brew-pub menu ideas.

~*~

Yup, the books were rigged; unusable and irrelevant.

Nate cooks up a scheme with a rival toy, "We're gonna steal Christmas."

Parker ignores the Whirlie-Glee-Glee in retaliation but also because it just looks dumb. Even with her admittedly messed up childhood she'd never known a kid to get exited over a frisbee. Boomerang maybe. Eliot taught her how to use one of those when she asked if they'd really started out as weapons. He'd been very patient with her, never using the anger she knows he's struggled with. It was inspiring to finally let go of the anger she grew up with herself.

She finally understood what if felt like to be safe, that no matter how much she pushed those boundaries and anticipated that familiar anger, it never came. Family was never supposed to mean pain. Eliot would never be angry with her, even when she looked back and though he had the right to be. Maybe he'd had just as much trouble identifying and sharing emotions as she had.

She looks to the left of the Wobgly G-Whatever and knows, without a shadow of a doubt in her mind, 'This is it.' She wants 2. One for herself and one for Eliot's Christmas present. She can't cuddle him, since apparently that would be weird, or so she's pieced together from other interactions and similar topics in Hardison's coaching, but she can cuddle Mini-Eliot as much as she likes!

It ends up being the toy they feature in their con but she hopes the sentiment will translate all the same when she gets to present it to him in person.

Hardison thinks it's stupid, so for now she maintains that he's stupid. How dare he doubt her.

"Anything can be sold," Eliot defends her over the com, so she settles down for now. But it still hurts…

No Mini-Eliot cuddles for Hardison! He can cuddle Hardi, Parker 2.0 or whatever, this week.

~*~

"Look, it's happy. It's not so happy, but then it's happy again. It changes moods. It's pretty cool, right?"

Of course Nate would try to get the toy out there with the drug dealer approach. Because why the hell not. It's not like Eliot has been to this Farmer's Market before.

He couldn't look more like a stereotype, handing out free toys to random kids on the corner with his long hair, hoodie and rough appearance. He's generally pretty good with kids but today's just a bad day.

"No? Hey, here, take it. It's free." Any hesitation the girl had quickly evaporates as she takes the doll and excitedly shares with the other kids she sees.

He's cranky; he's uncomfortable. He's out here while the crew is talking as if he's not even there, because he's not.

He's just lonely.

They're already moving on, arranging the next steps in the con, things they don't need him for.

The dolls are all handed out and he's technically 'done' for now.

There's a cute Hawaiian kid working in one of the vendor stalls a little ways down. He'd passed by 4 times already, probably to see if Eliot was going to be a threat to their little market, but seems to have deemed him safe. Even sent a few stray kids his way toward the end there.

He caught Eliot looking his way and smiled shyly when he noticed the empty booth.

'To hell with it,' there's nothing wrong with Eliot taking a moment to his downtime.

He welcomes the distraction.

Making his way over with a suave smile Eliot peruses through what's left of the vegetable selection.

"Hey there," he maintains eye contact as he lightly teases his forefinger down the length of a rather girthy carrot. "What time you gettin off today handsome?"

"You tell me Sir," the young man boldly lets slip before blushing profusely and babbles a bit correcting himself. "I mean, I guess I'm almost done for the day. This is usually when the crowd dies out and there's usually some stuff left over that people didn't want when I pack up. Wh-what did you have in mind?"

"Shame to let it go to waste, I'll take the lot of it," Eliot finds the rambling cute and tries very hard not to let it remind him of another stuttering darker skinned young man. "What say you, wanna help me with my load?"

The double entendre isn't lost on him as Eliot notices pupils widening and plump lips parting with a hitched breath.

"T-totally," his grin widens to take over his whole face and nervously condense everything down in to two crates.

Eliot slides behind the booth and slip the cash into his back pocket, gently palming the soft globe. Before they can get distracted and in trouble for public indecency Eliot swiftly manhandles the larger of the crates, letting his arms flex more noticeably than necessary, leaving the tiny crate for his new friend. Swaying his hips Eliot walks a few feet in the direction of his car and does his best 'come hither' expression. The man nearly trips over himself in his haste to flow, almost forgetting the second crate.

"I'm Alex, by the way. Alex Parker."

'Oh fuck me!' Eliot decidedly Does Not Think About It.

"Carl," Eliot leaves it at that. He tries not to leave anything he can be looked up by but he's pretty sure that's the alias he's been using lately.

~*~

Alec throws himself into his paparazzo persona watching Sophie sneak the demented doll into Sandy Matteo's bag. He does not worry about Eliot's absent commentary. He's fine, the man can take care of himself. Hardison has work to do. He has to focus so that he doesn't miss his opportunity or his shots.

'There. Got em. Done. Time to go.'

He does not check his systems again for signal from Eliot's com. The seven previous checks were for everyone's coms and perfectly rational intervals. The mark's career used to be in weapons.

'Can't be too cautious.'

Eliot's own rule.

So where the hell is he? Surely the dolls had all been handed out by now.

~*~

Eliot's a gentlemen first and foremost. So once the produce is safely in his car he offers to help clean up Alex's booth and they put away all their equipment like the rest of the vendors as the market closes for the day.

Alex seems pleasantly surprised and loosens up a bit, not rushing for anything and enjoying each other's company.

Splitting for a moment in the parking lot, Eliot pulls around and picks Alex up to finally drive back to one of his places. He has four scattered around the city, all staged to appear lived in as he rotates which pantry to keep freshly filled.

He rushes around to the other side after parking to open the door as he had when picking Alex up, receiving a gentle kiss for his efforts. The tension builds as they navigate around the entry way and down the fall., exchanging heated glances and more daring touches.

By the time Eliot's door is closed and locked behind them they're pressed flush against eachother.

He's long since turned off his com but his phone volume is up in case there's an emergency. No one's contacted him yet and he plans to take his time. He might look like a flirt around his team or on a job but it's been months since he's had the pleasure of taking care of someone.

He can't even recall the last time he'd gotten off but it's never really been about that. He's given out so much pain in his life, he can only balance it out by giving pleasure.

It's like an itch.

The one addiction he can't seem to curb.

Doesn't really want to.

Doesn't want to think either, so he doesn't.

He turns 'Eliot Brain' off and 'Carl' sinks to his knees, as easily as breathing. Breathing in the musk of the arousal he's caused. The pleasure he eager to give.

~*~

They're all back in the office after another day of grinding their gears. Plotting and conning and all the meticulous prep work Alec prides himself in providing for his family.

Their numbers still aren't high enough.

"Santa's little helper here is right. The doll's a bust," Eliot still sounds a little stand-off-ish but not nearly as bad as he had before the Farmer's Market so at least there's that.

Alec refuses to ask where he went afterwards and no clues have presented themselves.

"Whirlie stupid thing would have done worse," Parker on the other hand is sounding more irritated but the minute. She's stood unusually strongly about her doll.

He get's it that she's got some trauma and stuff going on upstairs but he can't get the memory of the fallen look off her face when she tried to present a second doll to Eliot in person but he'd already headed out for the night. Usually they finished off long nights with him cooking for them and escorting them to either Parker's warehouse or Hardison's penthouse suite; but that night they'd been left to fend for themselves.

"And you're an expert on this because?"

"GUYS!" Even distracted with the con Nate tried to cut the atmosphere.

"Because I was there. It spoke to me!"

"It spoke to you?"

"It reminded me of a toy my social worker used to make me do exercises with."

"You kidding me with that?"

"Oh, like you always do what you're supposed to?" Sophie didn't like the new tension either.

"E-exercises... What kind of exercises?" Nate redirects.

"Identifying emotions or something like that."

Well now Alec felt like shit. It made so much sense now. He could see the lightbulb go off in Eliot's head and winced in sympathy.

There's no way his self-sabotaging ass isn't going to add this to whatever redemption list he's compiled.

Alec won't even be mad when his anticipated steak dinner get's replaced with Parker's favorite Eggplant Lasagna tonight. Maybe they can put on one of her Christmas movies and crash on his couch, reconnect and make it up to her. Lord knows those two need all the anger-healing bonding opportunities they can get.

It's a different lightbulb that goes off in Nate's head. "That’s it. That's it. It's obvious. We can't con a 6-year-old. You know who we can con? Their parents. Okay, so, Hardison you get on that lecture thing, Eliot you get on the mommies," and the con evolves.

"And he doesn't mean that literally," Hardison can't help himself, trying not to sound bitter.

"That joke is never funny," Eliot sounds angry again as he gets up to storm out. There's something in his tone but Hardison can't place it.

"It's always funny."

"No, it's not. Comedy's about timing, and you don't have it!"

Good thing Hardison's studied early childhood development in the past, he's about to need it.

~*~

Right. Cause that's apparently who he is in the others' eyes.

Just a horndog. No self control. Not able to understand the directions Nate gives him.

It was One stinking time!

'Take them out Eliot.'

'Like, on a date or …?'

Eliot storms down to the kitchen on autopilot.

Basil. Ricotta. Tomatoes. Eggplant.

His consciousness resurfaces to the setting of a timer and dish safely in the oven.

Hands absent of further distraction.

Picking up a knife Eliot goes through the motions of a meditative exercise. He keeps his movements fluid and practices techniques to pass the time while his mind is already planning arrangements to make it up to Parker. He didn't stick around to walk them home after the long night stealing the toy and he regrets that now. He just needed the night alone. He was torn, defend her interest and initiative was basically rewarding disobedient behavior when his training demanded she stick to the plan.

Divergence was messy and risky.

He'd had the urge to spread her across his lap for a spanking.

There was no way he'd let himself carry out that thought, so he nipped the impulse in the bud and left.

Looking back he wouldn't be surprised if his counselors had tried to use something similar with him. Then again he got enough shit for his 'feminine interests' like cooking, tailoring and medicine. Relevant skills he'd defended himself but he'd still been forced into sports, history and mechanics. He didn't mind them and they'd all proved useful; he still wishes he'd at least had a say in it.

By the time the young couple made it to his kitchen he'd just finished setting the table.

It was a rather quiet affair with everyone deep in thought.

Parker's mood seemed to lift somewhat with her favorite dish.

Hardison didn't make a peep about the routine dinner selection's change, probably anticipated it long before Eliot even decided. Smartass.

When they'd finished Hardison quickly took over cleanup without any prompting, pointedly declining offers to help.

Eliot took the opportunity to pull Parker in for a hug, physical comfort being something new they had both been slowly warming up to.

"Wanna talk about it?" he gently asked into her temple.

Shaking her head slightly she gave him a small smile. "I think you get it," she whispered back.

He spotted Hardison observing from the doorway, kitchen and table clean, lights ready to be turned off for the night. Waited for the moment to end he prompted, "Movie night? My vote's on Elf."

Parker's eyes lit up further as she dragged Eliot with her through the door. With each of the boy's hands in one of hers, no one let go the whole way there.

With credits rolling and twin snores coming from his chest-turned-pillow Eliot let himself relax.

It wasn't a good position for either to stay in long but he could wait and carry them each to bed after his 90 minutes of shut-eye.

'It's so right. It' not enough. It's too much.'

He'll take what he can get.

If he happened to stay knocked out for roughly 150 minutes, well that's no one's business but his own.

~*~

Hardison wakes up slowly and groggily. Parker curled up on his left with the demented baby-doll sandwiched between them.

His heart stops momentarily in fear that the doll has eaten and replaced Eliot between them before his brain catches up with his nose. Coffee and turkey bacon.

He and Parker's stomachs let out simultaneous loud gurgles that wake the blonde up.

"Morning," she whispers into his lips before her head swivels around in search of something. Not finding whatever it is in his room she drops a quick kiss to the dolls cheek and darts off the bathroom to start her morning routine.

He doesn't know why he's still laying there, basically cuddling the doll but he is.

Waking himself up further he makes the bed, tucking the thing in since he thinks it'll make Parker happy, he then makes his way down to the kitchen in nothing but his sweats.

He doesn't remember changing but it's not the first time Eliot's taken some liberties after they've fallen asleep on him. He originally thought the line about only sleeping 90 minutes a day was bullshit but turns out the guy was rounding up for their sake. It was more like 40 any time Hardison caught him and accidently woke him up breathing too loud from another room altogether.

Speaking of liberties, looks like the laundry has been done, plants watered, den put back together and local news playing lowly from one of the speakers.

Megabyte walked, fed and sleeping soundly by the door to his room. The dog somehow has already learned that he won't be getting table scraps and instead guards over him while Eliot and Parker are preoccupied.

Alec really wishes he could get them to move in already.

He gets that they need their own safehouses for peace of mind and all that but he never feels this settled and complete when he wakes up alone or to his admittedly horrible housekeeping habits.

He's gotten a set of drawers and closet space set aside for things Parker's left over and Eliot has 2 emergency bags, one in the closet one in the back of the secluded garage unit. There's a drawer dedicated to nothing but new, unopened, toothbrushes in the bathroom since both of them are weird about letting 'theirs' out of their 'sights'. The kitchen is pretty much off limits to the couple in fear they'd burn down all the hard work stealthily customized for the brute. The ventilation shafts were one of the first things he'd looked into before signing.

He may or may not have put the lease in the names of each of their three aliases, it's not like they pay that close attention to his paperwork anyway. He'd be insulted if the blind faith didn't do funny things to his chest.

He doesn't even care how long the day is about to get, the morning was perfect enough to carry his good mood through.

Or… so he thought.

~*~

"All right, cut," Eliot turns off the camera after Hardison's educational bit. "Dude, how do you come up with this crap?" He'd be impressed if he wasn't avoiding the 'Hardison will make a good dad - wait that means Parker would be a mom - who would I be to them' train(wreck) of thought.

"I studied early-childhood development. Look, man. Video's done. I make it seem like I'm talking to hundreds, upload it to the blogger mom sites, we're good to go."

"Dude, the blogger moms?" He knew it was gonna come up, Nate told them the plan last night. It was going to continue being a thing, doesn't mean he's looking forward to it.

"Yes, blogger moms. They talk about parenthood, schools, life at home. You get one of these sites to endorse you, your toy's gonna go viral. Trust me."

So not helping avoiding the 'Hardison's gonna be a good parent' topic.

An example of said blog is brought up with an attractive enough woman in the profile.

"That's a blogger mom?" he can't help but ask, not because she'd pretty, even though she is, but because of her eyes. She doesn't look tired, or proud; just like she knows she'd pretty and that's enough to give her a platform. The cheerleading job was enough to remind him that that's all that people really need, unfortunately, but with what he's seen his life he wouldn't give her the time of day for any level of credibility. Maybe not even an avocado toast recipe.

"Ah, Chardonnay Mom? Yeah, that's Allie Stanbrook. She runs one of the top blogger sites in the nation. She's local, too. PDX, baby," there's something in Hardison's tone that suggests he's on the same page as Eliot about her but when he looks over it's obviously not that.

Chardonnay Mom? Yeah, he can see her towing the line between believable caretaker and wine-snob.

Here we go, not like he has many choices here.

"All right, look, listen to me, if I'm gonna do this, all right, I want to be tough dad. You know what I mean? Cool dad. Just enough to turn her head. Don't go overboard on this. Keep it simple. You know, someone who's not afraid to make a PB&J, but still wants to go out in the yard, get dirty, kick the soccer ball around. Strict... but fair."

He's projecting, he knows it.

But my god he can't avoid the downward spiral of his thoughts.

If Hardison and Parker ever do want kids, that's the kind of uncle he want to be.

~*~

"After my wife passed, it was, um, it was very tough for me and my son, Dashiel, to communicate."

Well, it's been hard for him to communicate. Period. Let alone with the two adults he's unceremoniously adopted, but the best lies lie closest to the truth. Even if the imaginary kid's name is a nightmare in and of itself.

"But, that's when Baby Feels-A-Lot came into our lives. And, yeah, listen, don't get me wrong. I’m-I'm one of those dads, I had a problem with my son playing with a doll. But… I'll tell you something. It worked. We were talking again. You know, we were father and son. And I felt the duty. I had to get this out there. I had to let the other dads know what this product did for us. So, I started a blog."

Well, Hardison started a blog, and put his face on it.

Eliot feels creepy talking to these women. They all have kids, those kids have fathers, and they're looking at him like they want more. They think that he'll be for their kids what he appears to be for his own. And the widower persona hits a little too close to home remembering his own dad.

There's no way he'd have lived in an area like this growing up. He doesn't think he'd want to. One of their kids is probably name Skyler or Fennel or some crap. Sam. Sam was a good name for Nate to choose.

They still don't know what Parker's birth name is, and that's fine with him. He doesn't know if Alec is short for anything either. It's kind of Sophie's thing that Nate doesn't know her name, or pretends not to?

He's never thought one way or the other on his own. He tried to go by Spencer for a bit but felt to militaria.

Eliot doesn't even know why he's thinking about it.

It's never been a problem before, not since high school.

Since Aimee…

'Time to go.'

~*~

Alec can't believe this is his life right now. Sending Eliot off to mingle, and probably hook up flirt with the Desperate Housewives of Portland while he stews at his computer over what kind of parent Eliot would make.

Not just think about it, write it.

He listened to the few directions Eliot gave him, he swears he did. It was said with such conviction, like he'd been thinking about it. Like he wanted it.

Alec wanted it for him too one day, he does.

But selfishly he doesn't.

That would mean letting him leave.

Be something else for someone else.

Would he still protect and coddle he and Parker?

He knows they'd stay in touch, that they're stuck with eachother. He already had the schematics set aside and started for their next lives together as robots. Even though Eliot said he didn't want it, he's getting it.

Alec always knew he'd have kids one day.

Multiple, whether they were little carbon copies of himself or adopted like he was.

But now he has Parker, and they actually have to talk about those kinds of things.

'Fuck. Does Parker even want kids one day? It's a big enough deal she sees them as family now. Focus! Stew later, blog now.'

So he starts to reminisce about the father he wanted. The man missing from his life until Nate and Eliot came along.

He thinks about the adventures they've already been on, like finally trying the sandwich named after the guy after his evolution into loving baseball. It was almost as good as the sandwich he stole out the fridge so long ago. The one he thought was made for him after realizing how close attention Eliot paid to each of their preferences.

Firmly pushing any identity confusion into the 'never to be touched' folder of his mega-brain, Hardison let's the words flow freely.

It's an emotional roller-coaster, knowing that the team will be reading this, but it's also freeing. An outlet he didn't realize he needed right now. There are several entries he locks away not to ever be shared but he eventually edits it down into creative entries that highlight Eliot as he would be.

In another life. One untainted by the violence of his past.

'If only they'd met far sooner.'

Indulging himself with gummy frogs and orange soda Eliot's voice echoes in his head.

That they're not food.

That food is life and he needs to care more about what he's doing to his body.

He doesn't notice he can't finish the bag, replacing the urge for more by sucking on his thumb in between typing sessions.

He's barefoot, last year's Christmas present wrapped securely around his shoulders. A black and blue blanket Eliot had obviously crocheted himself, even if he hadn't verified the fact. Megabyte curled up on his right and Baby-Feels-A-Lot in his lap.

It's growing on him, sue him.

Parker pointed out how similar his scowl was to Eliot after he caught her calling it Mini-Eliot and now he can't un-see it.

Blogs posted and queued up Alec remains in his little bubble for a while, enjoying the floaty headspace he's slipped into while it lasts. Soon they'll be back on the grind and this will all have been just another project for the job. They'll move on and forget he'd blended up his projection of 'Future Parent Eliot' with 'Father He Never Got to Have' all balanced and stuck to stern but protective 'Daddy Eliot' caricature.

Trying not to startle himself into being big enough to analyze any of that Alec cuddles his doggy and his girlfriend's dolly and falls into an uneasy sleep.

~*~

"Okay, I've written 3 months' worth of blogs for our sensitive dad over here. I got prices for the braces, Dashiel's chess club…" Alec still feels a little out of it after his impromptu nap earlier but the change of scenery into the office and Nate's intense presence help pull him back.

"You put in there we went to the Super Bowl?" Eliot sounds incredulous. Why? They were supposed to go together before job got in the way. Alec suspects he wasn't supposed to know Eliot had gotten them tickets but what did he expect when Alec was the wizard behind their identities and finances. It even helped him build a few files on Eliot's mysterious 'buddies.'

"Oh, yeah, man, yeah. You even met some of the players. Now, what I was thinking... Tell me what you feel. Ah, you guys go on like a-a road trip cross-country, you do a tour, something like that." Parker will still want to jump off of stuff but Eliot's been trying to get him to go camping. This is kind of his way of breaking down and agreeing to go, without the humiliation of actually having to say it.

"Yeah, I like that. I like that. Or... And I'm just gonna put this out there... What if I took him on a tour of all the ball parks in America? Hardison, huh? Or maybe took him to the opera or the moon, huh? Believable father-and-son stuff!"

"A little focus," Nate tries to intervene.

"Look at the picture he used, man!"

'What's wrong with the picture?!' It's one of Alec's favorites. He barely has any pictures of Eliot's truly infectious smile. He feels himself bristle and get defensive. He's not in the place he needs to be to have this conversation. It's like dry ice being pursed down the back of his shirt in less than 3 seconds flat.

"Hey, hey. Excuse me, man. I'm sorry if this kind of writing opens me up creatively. I'm stuck looking at codes all day. Maybe I was writing the father that I wanted one day," woops. He stutters to carry on, "What's the problem with getting emotionally butt naked?" Please shut him up!

"Oh, please, don't. Please, we-we don't want to see that," Nate's presence is both a blessing and a curse.

"I'm trying to share my feelings on paper," Hardison lets that be his final piece.

"Please, please don't. Now listen, Hardison, I'm very happy with your creativity and everything, but what I want to know is, what do you have on the blogger moms about Eliot?"

'Whoop-da-dee-fucking-doo…'

"Oh, what did the mamas say? Oh, what are they saying about the sensitive dad? I got something for you. I got something for your ass," he pulls up the tabs he couldn't bring himself to close after reading. "Boom. Chardonnay Mama. She cute, though, ain't she fine? Look what she says. 'Oh, this week, I was introduced to an amazing new toy called Baby Feels-A-Lot, thanks to a gentleman who couldn't be more kind, more handsome, or more sensitive single dad.' You don't deserve none of that!" Hardison pointedly ignores Eliot preening. It's usually kind of cute but today it just sucks.

"Now how are we doing with the toy's popularity?" Nate moves the conversation along.

"Saturation indexes are ticking up 'cause I did my job."

And just like that they're moving on to Sophie's update.

~*~

The job wrapped up rather nicely. Hazlit publicly humiliated, dangerous toy not going to market, Eldon getting his dream job. Eliot even got to avoid the blogger moms, only reaching out for the safety study and basically labeling himself celibate when their interest pressed past his boundaries.

Eliot watched Parker play with another of the same doll. He and Hardison had been given their own for Christmas, "Promise me those things will never hit store shelves."

"Ah, I'm keeping them all to myself. I've got them lined up in my warehouse like an army of joy and rage."

"You don't ever want to be in that warehouse alone. Ever," Eliot doesn't doubt that for a second, thinking back to wonder when Hardison might have been. Parker's still very peculiar about the privacy of her things.

"I think it's really sad that we're so cynical about gifts. I used to, ah, I loved Christmas as a child," a nostalgic warmth spreads across Sophie's face.

"Yeah, well, nothing's genuine anymore," Eliot can't help himself from pointing out.... rather hypocritically.

"That's not true, no. I've been thinking about this, and yo-you know what is genuine? Trust."

"Trust?" Parker sounds so confused. Poor thing's struggled with trust is no secret to the room.

"Yes, trust. I think, no, seriously. I think we should give each other some trust for Christmas."

"What, like that exercise where you fall back and someone catches you?"

"No, not like that."

"Good, because I did that once, and I dropped the person, and they had to get stitches."

"Still hurts."

"I know."

Eliot winces in sympathy, he'd been the one to administer the stitches.

It wasn't a few, over a small area. It was 11 down the back of his shoulder, 3 blending in with his eyebrow and 5 in the left V of his hip. They still wont tell him 'where' they'd tried it.

"I just think that, well, we've been through so much together, all of us, and we should give each other something personal this year, like, um, I don't know, a story or a secret."

Does he really need to be here for this? Eliot looks at his empty wrist pretending to check the time. Like he's got anywhere to be after this besides another movie night at Hardison's.

Thing is, he still got them presents.

Not everybody, but he saw them displayed in the window while they'd been out and couldn't help himself. He knows they'd been bummed and stressing over the 'Stealing Christmas' mess. What was he supposed to do? Continue watching the frown? He'd rather chop off hit foot with a spoon. But that's for later.

"No, come on. Bear with me, please. Please. Who's gonna go first?"

"Eliot."

'Really Parker?' Eliot can't help puffing out his chest a little bit, of course she saw the opportunity and snatched it.

Nate takes the 'head of the table' role upon himself to go first. Eliot doesn't let it bother him since he is kind of like a surrogate parent to the couple with Sophie having made the suggestion.

"All right. When I was a kid, I wanted a trumpet one Christmas. My father played Sinatra all the time, and, ah, Sinatra had this trumpet player named 'Sweets' Edison, Harry 'Sweets' Edison. Great sound, amazing. I wanted to sound just like him, you know? Christmas rolled around, and, ah, there was no trumpet, just a pack of baseball cards. My father said that Santa must have had a-a rough year at the track. So, there's... Anyway, a couple of days later, I wake up in my bed, and at the foot of the bed is, ah, is a trumpet. It's all tarnished and dinged up, my dad probably rolled somebody for it, but-but there it is. And I, ah, I played that trumpet every day for 10 years. You know, I never, I never ah, ended up sounding like ah, 'Sweets' Edison, but…"

Hardison looks down and Eliot want Nate to finish up so they can move on.

"So, I gave it to, um, I gave it to Sam on his 8th birthday."

Now Parker's looking down. Does he not see what reminding them of the child he's pretending to replace with them does? How fucked up it is? They probably don't even realize they're trying to live up to the ghostly parody of a dead 8 year old.

"And that was, um, his, um, first trumpet lesson was scheduled for the day, as it turns out, that he went into the hospital. And I, so, he… I don't have anything left from my childhood, but I did keep the trumpet. I keep it on the boat."

Sophie looks sad but Eliot can't tell if it's the atmosphere that's been created or sympathy for the man she loves. Maybe both. He get's it, kinda, but the guy could at least acknowledge that they don't have to be his replacement. That he's still proud of them as they are.

"Okay, who's next?" Eliot hold his tongue and instead settles on a story that'll bring the mood back, lest Sophie start waxing poetic about Fort Devereaux or some shit.

"I've got a nephew," Eliot bites the bullet before he can chicken out.

All eyes around the table snap to him and jaws hit the floor.

"Sorta," Eliot closes his eyes and leans back as if to look through the ceiling. "J named me their son's godfather just a few months before that first job. It's why I'd tried to retire before Dubenich sent me that offer. One last score before goin straight, or as close to it as I would have let myself get. Set up a nice college fund. I still touch base maybe once a year. Never on a holiday and never on a birthday. But if anything happens to me, I trust him with you." He makes sure to look both Hardison and Parker dead in the eyes with his final statement. Leave himself open, just for a moment, to let the sincerity and desperation shine through. Prove to them that they're enough, that they're perfect the way they are.

They may live in the shadows as thieves but he won't let them live in the shadows of the dead.

They're the light he'd once lost.

And one of these day, he will die to protect them.

~*~

Parker's too choked up to share much, not even sure she's doing this trust thing right.

"I blew up my house once to get back my bunny. They said to either be a better kid, or a better thief. It's obvious which one I chose." She's quiet and a little scared, but Eliot reaches below the table to squeeze her hand and she thinks she sees pride in his eyes. "He… He's snuggled up in the middle of my money, in one of my vaults."

She did it.

She said it.

And she'd not going to lose them over it.

The same feeling she has when she's jumping blooms in her chest.

She's freefalling and knows she's safe.

She… She thinks it's safe to retrieve bunny, and let him snuggle between Mini Eliot and Hardi.

~*~

Hardison feels emotionally wrung out. First the blogging, and the accidental little-space and now this. He knows little-space is what happened the other day, it'd happened before but not that deep in a long long time. It's almost what he shares, he's dying to freely be as little as Parker sometimes lets off. But not here, Not 'yet'.

Instead, "Hell… I've been arrested in drag."

Sophie sprays Nate in the face with the water she'd been sipping.

He chuckles a bit and reminisces, "It was actually the highlight of my night. I'd gone out to this nightclub but had already been banned for 'stealing peoples cards' even though it's not my fault the bartenders couldn't remember who was who and each one thought I was a different person. I hope they got to keep the generous tips! Anyway, I liked the place and wanted to go back, decided to experiment. Turns out I was pretty convincing until I opened my damn mouth. Not too tolerant for what later turned into a gay bar. The cop that came on shift later that night was cute and asked me to teach him how I did my eyeliner. They'd accidently mixed me in with the girls cell and we had a good ol time. I think one of em left their abusive ex and settled down with eyeliner cop's partner."

He'd avoided eye contact through the whole reveal but looking around now, he couldn't suppress his grin at the variety of responses.

Parker seemed cool with it, as if it were no different than saying 'I didn't wear green on St. Patty's, what A rebel.'

Nate looked similar to when he'd tried the first beer he'd tried to brew but wasn't disgusted. More like he was going down memory lane looking for clues he'd obviously missed. A blow to his mastermind ego but not uncomfortable.

Sophies face was brighter than the Christmas tree Parker put up in his den, and the building's electricity bill had effectively doubled that day.

'Oh god! I've just doubled the opportunity of characters for her to write! I should have gone with the little-space reveal, or that he's got a new foster sister that's trying to rival him on the web, or lie about a tattoo…'

He looks to Eliot for help and…. He thinks he broke Eliot.

~*~

Sophie better pipe the fuck up before Eliot does something very inappropriate!

His lips are dry and his vision has zeroed in on Hardison's features, imagination spinning. He sees mascara and blush and lip gloss and long legs propped up and crossed as a dress skirt teasingly falls up to reveal shaven thighs. Heels. Hardison is already taller than him, everybody is, but in heels he'd tower over him. And fearless Parker would climb that like the Empire State Building. Freefalling for him to catch and sandwich between them….

'SOPHIE?!'

His soul sister finally comes to his rescue, "Tara and I first met pretending to be lovers. My cover had gotten really rocky and in walks this confident hot blonde, just my mark's type. So I rushed over and kissed her, praying she'd play along. She did, far more effectively than I was ready for, and without any prior coordination we'd convinced everyone we would have been married by then had the laws been different. Our backstories were a little rocky at first but was easily covered up with the 'having a story for the closet' excuse. We immediately got competitive once we figured out eachother were grifters, but it took a few weeks to 'come out' as it were."

That actually makes way more sense than he wants it to. No wonder Tara was so particular when judging Nate.

Eliot finds his footing again and beams around the table. This was actually a pretty good idea.

And Nate's face was PRICELESS!

"Merry Christmas you guys."

~*~

Parker and Hardison wait (im)patiently on the couch. No sooner had they made it through the front door had Eliot pointed to the couch and told them to sit and wait a moment before disappearing into the attached garage unit. Tonight feels like a fever dream, like any moment now they'll wake up in the middle of March to go after a new mark, business as usual.

They don't want to wake up.

Before their nerves become too much, out walks Eliot, in the Santa suit!

Hardison is so glad he put security cameras in the den. He WILL have pictures, videos, of this!

Parker wiggles excitedly by his side.

Rolling his eyes and opening the Santa Sack he passes them each a perfectly wrapped box. His is blue with a black ribbon and Parker's is green with a red ribbon.

They each scoot to a side and pull the man down between them, waiting patiently for the go ahead.

Hardison's already given them their upgraded phones and personalized art pieces. After all the forgeries he's done they encouraged him they'd cherish his original work as well should he chose to pursue it. He doesn't really remember what he gave Eliot last year but he hopes he'd like it.

Parker gave them each a sketch she's made from memory how the three of them looked when they first met. He plans to mount it either over the fireplace or in the master bedroom.

Reclining back with his legs splaying out and arms resting behind them across the couch cushions, the hitter waves his hand in a smug 'what are you waiting for' gesture.

It's a race to open theirs first but happy tears spring to their eyes as they look inside.

Wood carvings stare back at them.

Beautiful mahogany whittled and grooved and polished to display a small wolf pack.

Three wolves encompass the majority of the center, two playfully teasing the third while he stands vigilant, tails wagging. What are presumably the alpha pair in the background watching fondly and a variety of animals mixed in with the surrounding foliage. The forest community if-you-will.

The pair look to eachother in wonder, turning to the man between them and reaffirm then and there:

They're never letting him go.

They don't think he'd mind.

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