#posting this last because im not rocking with how it turned out that much :

[graciegoeskrazy]

it takes a bit more

Matty Healy + daughter!reader

warnings: yelling, drug use, rehab, relapsing, nothing graphic but it’s mentioned for sure, george being the best

a/n: HI IM BACK. sorry for being inactive. finals are kicking my ass. fun fact i thought i posted this earlier but it never posted and just deleted and went away😀 anywhooooo ty to the anon who requested this ily!! hope you enjoy!

Noises appearing in the middle of the night were not an unusual circumstance in the Healy household. You’ve slept through storms, blasting music, sirens, anything and everything you’ve heard, you slept through. Yelling, however, was something new. You couldn’t quite make out what it was because your closed door muffled the sounds, but you could make out the voices of your father and your uncle George.

When you got out of bed and and took your little legs to the top of the stairs you silently watched the argument take place. You stayed hidden.

‘You have a daughter, man.” George said,

Your father sat cross-legged and slouched on a couch. “She’s fine.”

“She’s nine!” George yelled. “She’s a nine-year-old little girl who watches helplessly while you get high like a fool every day!” You saw a tear slowly roll down your father's and George’s cheeks. They truly love you more than themselves and would do anything for you. For the last nearly 10 years you have been the light of all their lives. George was determined to not let Matty’s stupid actions get in the way of you living your life. George softened his voice. “And she loves you. More than anything in this entire world. She loves you. But I can’t have her growing up in this god-forsaken house with you.”

Matty grew defensive and stood. “Then you take care of her then!”

“I’m not her father!”

He stayed silent, accepting his defeat. He knew he was hurting you, even though it wasn’t his intention, he just didn’t want to face the reality. The reality was he was hurting and scaring his little girl.

“You need to go, mate. We’re doing this because we care. I can’t see you like this anymore.”

“What about y/n-”

“I will take care of her. She’ll stay with me.”

Stay with George?

“You need to go.”

“Go where?” Your quiet, timid, little voice asked.

All heads turned to you. Matty wiped his tears and passed George to take your hand. “C’mon baby, we need to talk.”

…

He said he was leaving. He didn't know for how long - at most a couple of months. You would be staying with George. He would take care of you and protect you. He’s done it most of your life anyway so that was nothing new. He said he wouldn’t lie anymore. He promised he would get clean and come home to you, and everything would change for the better. You cried for an hour while sitting in his lap. He rocked you back and forth gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He carried you back into your room and tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead, and telling you he would see you in the morning before he left.

The next day, however, he left without saying goodbye. All of your uncles were downstairs in the living room. Faces red with worry and sadness. You already knew he had gone, but George’s face gave you the confirmation you needed to finally let it all out. He scooped you up into his arms from the bottom of the stairs, telling you it would all be okay.

…

A couple of weeks had passed. Your father was across the globe in Barbados of all places, and you were in Londen with George. Living with him wasn’t that different, they did share a house after all. But there was still a hole in your heart that only your dad could fill, and that became clear when people started noticing your mood changing.

George tried cheering you up, asking about your day, school, or anything to get you talking or get your mind off your dad leaving. Most nights consisted of you crying into his arms over your dad’s lies and words. You were young, but not dumb. You knew your father was addicted and addicted badly. You were angry and sad and missed him and felt so much more. Sad he was gone. Angry he left without saying goodbye. Betrayed thinking about all the times he chose drugs over you. You had never felt so many emotions at once and didn’t know how to handle it. Thankfully, you at least had George.

…

2 months later, his treatment was up and he was supposed to come home. You were so ecstatic. Just the thought of your dad’s time away running up gave you the motivation and energy to get through the last 2 weeks. Adam and Ross were scheduled to pick him up from the airport but when they returned without your dad and sombered faces, you knew something was up, and you feared the worst.

You sat up from the couch and walked towards them, George following right behind you. He had received a next from them earlier telling him what happened. “Where is he?” You asked.

Ross’s head hung low, avoiding your eye contact so you wouldn't see the tears falling from his face. It didn’t work though. You’ve never seen Ross cry. Ever. Something must’ve happened.

Adam spoke up, knowing that Ross couldn’t. “He relapsed, Darling.”

Your heart fell into a million pieces. “What?” You turned to George for confirmation. It’s not that you didn’t believe, you just didn't want to believe,

He looked at you and somberly nodded his head, giving you the information he needed.

You ran upstairs, slammed the door, and sobbed into your pillow.

…

You woke up a few hours later to yelling, feeling an intense amount of deja vu. You heard some voices downstairs, one of which included your dad. You snuck out of bed and made your way to the stairs. You saw your dad. He looked different. He still had his messy pile of curls lying on his head. He grew a bit of a beard and mustache, it was clear he hadn’t shaved in awhile. He was less skinny. His eyes were laser-focused on your uncles.

“You can’t keep her from me.” He said, almost with a deep growl.

“You need to leave,” Adam said.

“She is my daughter! I made her for crying out loud!”

Adam had his hands gently pushing back on your father’s chest and shoulder. “She doesn’t want to see you-”

“Bull shit.”

“I don’t.” Your little voice said.

Matty smiled and walked towards the bottom of the stairs expectantly.

“Hi, darling.” He said smiling. Tears started to form in his eyes but he whipped them away as soon as he could. I missed you.”

You stayed put, afraid to move a muscle.

“Can I have a hug?” He asked, reaching his arms out. You stayed hidden.

Matty cleared his throat, then spoke. “Y/n, it’s time to come home now.”

“They said you relapsed.”

“N-no! I…no. So it’s time to come home.”

“I thought you said there would be no more lies.” You said, with tears falling from your eyes.

“Y/n-”

“I’m staying here.”

“Darling-”

“I’m staying with George.”

He rose and his face turned stern, “Get in the car.”

“No.” You said, getting scared and starting to hide more.

He stood. “Y/n Healy. Get in the car. Now.”

“She’s not getting in the car,” George said.

“Yes, she is!”

“Matty, stop.”

“She’s mine!”

“You promised!” You yelled. All heads turned to you.

“You promised you would get clean. You promised me you wouldn’t lie to me anymore. You promised you would be my father!”

“I am your father.”

“Then where have you been the past 2 months?” Matty stayed quiet. He had nothing to say. He knew he failed and failed miserably. It would take much more than him getting clean to get his baby girl to trust him again.

“I’m not going home.” You said, crossing your arms. “Not until you can keep your promise.”

“Just leave. Like you did before, without saying goodbye.”

“Y/n-”

“Leave!” You turned and went back to your room.

…

As much as you wanted to remain positive that eventually, you would happily return to your father’s arms, every hint of hope slowly got lost over the next few weeks. Time went on. You turned 10 and at your request, your father wasn’t there. After some coaxing by George, you agreed to let him take you on a late-birthday picnic.

“How was your birthday?” he asked while eating the sandwich he had packed earlier.

“It was fine.” You said, shrugging.

“Fine? It’s your tenth birthday! That had to be a big deal?”

“Yeah. It was fun.” You paused for a second.

“I regret not letting you come though.”

He nodded, put the sandwich down, and whipped his hands. “You know…It’s gonna be three months tomorrow.”

You looked up at him and furrowed your brows, “Are you lying?”

He smiled. “Cross my heart.”

3 months clean.

“The house feels empty without you there.” You looked down. “Mayhem misses you. I miss you.” He scooted closer to you and took your hands. “Come back, darling. I’m not lying when I say I’m so much better. Everything is so much better.” You looked up at him, he smiled. “I lost a lot of things over these past few months, but I can’t lose you.”

“You have to promise me, for real this time, you won’t hurt me again.”

“I swear.”

“Pinky swear?”

He smiled and took your pinky in his.

“C’mere.” He said, pulling you into his lap.

He hugged him and after a moment whispered in his ear. “I’m proud of you.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975 #george daniel

[soulcandi]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬) | 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

synopsis: you knew that jake's arrival would mean nothing but trouble for you. even so, all he wants is a chance to prove that he can play nice.

warnings: jake's pov, alternating povs, mutual pining, written with afab!reader in mind, reader has a na'vi name, language barrier, age difference.

a/n: i hope its obvious that the line breaks sort of indivate a change in pov. it seemed obvious when i posted this on ao3 but now im not so sure with the tumblr formatting. anyway, hope you like!

word count: 2,790

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“This is ridiculous.”

Neither you nor Tsireya dignified your brother’s complaint with a response. Ao’nung lagged behind the two of you, arms empty while yours were both stacked high with baskets of fruit and blankets to offer your new guests.

“This is our duty,” Tsireya corrected, words formed behind a smile she refused to let slip for one second. Walking beside her, you greeted each of the passing villagers as warmly as the last. After showing Toruk Makto and his family to the empty shelter at the end of the lifted pathways that intersected over the sandbar, you disappeared to collect your siblings before dragging them back along with you. 

“Ao’nung, you will take his sons and show them where we keep the ilu. Teach them how we hunt within the reef.”

“But–”

“Within the reef.”

You weren’t a stranger to his habits of straying far from the village, sometimes wandering as far as Three Brothers Rock all while coercing the youngest and most impressionable of his friends to tag along. You didn’t have to turn around to guess what face he was pulling behind your back. 

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” 

“Because it is expected of you. We will not let these people suffer the shame of being useless.” You could only pray to the great mother he was not yet sharp enough to catch you in your lie. Father didn’t send you to collect your siblings. In fact, no one did. Nor did he present Ao’nung with the task of teaching the sons of Toruk Makto to fish. That was an order of your own invention — one you hoped would help cultivate new friendships. 

“The sooner you teach, the faster they learn. Do it quick and do it right.”

He let out an exasperated huff but made no visible display of his frustrations as you neared the end of the pier. 

“May I take Kiri to the storyteller’s marui?” Tsireya asked, struggling to balance the bundle of blankets at the very top of her basket. 

“That is a wonderful idea. Thank you, ‘Siri.”

It was your duty as eldest sister to ignore the glare she sent over her shoulder and the growl you heard from Ao’nung not a second later. “If that’s settled, I will take the little one to see the ilu as well. I caught her admiring the pod of younglings this morning.”

Tuk was really the only one in her family who seemed enthralled by your tour of the Awa'atlu Village, but that could have had more to do with how much she was able to sleep during the journey than your skills as a guide. 

“You’re forgetting something,” your brother taunted, hopping down the woven platform and making it warp under your feet. 

“I forget nothing.”

“What of the mighty Toruk Makto? Who will teach him our ways?”

You bit down softly on the inside of your cheek, not allowing your grin to slip through the cracks of your polite rehearsed smile. Your plans for Toruk Makto were still under development, but they were yours nonetheless. He could one day make a fierce warrior in your clan if he was able to grasp the way of water. 

“That is my responsibility to bear, not yours.”

“Tsurak is a warrior’s mount.” 

Tonowari’s countless warnings fell on deaf ears. I growled behind the leather band pinned between my teeth as the creature below me thrashed and threatened to break free from the five men holding it still in the shallow water. 

“Perhaps it would be wise to start with an ilu? They are far more gentle creatures. More forgiving.”

As the thought of giving up crossed my mind, the tsurak’s eyes seemed to roll over and glare up at me from beneath a thin film of seawater. It was daring me to try again—begging me for the thrill of bucking another cocky warrior off it’s back. 

“Nah,” I sniffed, matching it’s unsettling glare. “This one.”

Tonowari made a tight fist in the leads, offering me a chance to back out. But we both knew better than that. When I made no move to call it off, he stepped aside with a dismissive shrug and I didn’t waste another second before throwing myself over the wide, armored creature and tightening the leather strap around my fist until I was sure there was no way in hell it would give way. I wouldn’t let myself be thrown off so easily. Not like last time. 

When I was properly mounted, he signaled his men to release the beast into the water. 

Swimming with the tsurak was nothing at all like driving an Ikran. The wind never threatened to throw me off like the currents did. In the human labs we left behind in the forests of the Omaticaya, we called them skimwings. If I thought they looked spooky on paper, it was nothing compared to seeing one in person or feeling them beat the water with their sharp fins.  

My airtime was short-lived and the tsurak dove unexpectedly, forcing me to lose my footing. As if it could sense my unreadiness, it took off into the water, dragging me behind by the leather binding. It took a painful few moments to reach up against the current and sever my grip from the armored backplate, and by the time I was able to free myself, a winding pattern of painful burns had been seared into my hand.

When I finally surfaced, I could hear the laughter of Tonowari’s men a little ways behind me. My shoulders tensed and I felt my ears fall back against my head in humilation. My dedication wouldn’t amount to much in the end if I couldn’t prove my worth here soon.

I was in the throes of preparing myself to turn and face their mockery when I heard a voice from the beach, spilling out over the still water like a lullaby. 

“You are very lucky, Tuk. I didn’t make my first bond until I was your sister’s age. This way, she will grow with you.”

I twisted in place until I found the two of you wading in the waist deep waters further downshore. A woven basket was balanced on your hip and every so often you would reach in and hand Tuk a small fish to offer the infant ilu that swam in circles around her legs. She laughed and the sound alone coaxed a real smile from me. 

I could have stayed there all day just watching the two of you talk. Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t feel half the gult for stripping my children of their home, or dragging them halfway across Pandora for a fresh start. When I saw you with her, laughing—a sound I hadn’t heard from her in the longest time—I felt like I was doing something right for a change, no matter how often Lo’ak’s temper or Kiri’s distant stares reminded me otherwise.

You glanced up toward the reef for a split second and my cover was blown. I considered diving below a nearby cluster of rocks, but when you caught my eye, your smile instantly widened and you used your free hand to offer me a quick wave of recognition. For a moment, I could forget that I’d just made the biggest fool out of myself twice over to admire how the ocean breeze drew the hair across your shoulders.

It was the tide that drew me in toward the shore. Nothing else. 

“Dad! Look!”

Your eyes shot up from stroking the chin of the youngling ilu to see Toruk Makto emerging from the deep waters of the training pool, taking long purposeful strides in your direction. His blazing amber eyes were once again pinned on you and not even the rivers of seawater cascading down his face could have convinced him to give up that predatory hold.

Just when you thought he might actually pounce, his eyes flickered down toward his daughter with a fond look. “Whatcha got there, babygirl?”

Your smile tightened at the sound of those foreign words leaving his lips. You knew in the back of your mind that Na’vi couldn’t have been his mothertongue. Ronal, your mother, could only rave so long about the halfbreeds and their evil English ancestry. It was the language of the skypeople. It was forbidden. But why then did it sound so beautiful dripping from his lips?

“My ilu!” Tuk replied, wrapping her arms around it’s long neck in a warm embrace. Toruk Makto crouched down low in the water beside her, reaching out his hand for the animal to inspect. When the ilu discovered that he was in no possession of fish, it returned all of its attention to Tuk, who was more than delighted to receive it. “Can we go swim?” she asked you in Na’vi, already bouncing in excitement. 

You nodded, gesturing out into the protective pool. It had no access to the open waters and she was safe to explore the coral arches and hidden treasures of the reef until high tide struck in a few hours time. “Of course. She’s yours.”

No faster than you said this did she take the young ilu by the leads and disappear into the deeper waters. You lost sight of them quickly and the only indication that they were still there at all were the trails of bubble surfacing in the near distance. 

Toruk Makto rose to his full height and only then did you turn to face him directly. He was still panting from his latest attempt to mount the tsurak, his glistening chest heaving as he watched you watch him in return. Suddenly embarrassed, you dropped your eyes to the white sands. In all of your father’s coaching on how to address representitives of the neighboring clans, no where did he say to wade half-nude in the waters and exchange poorly masked longing looks. 

“Toruk Makto—”

“Jake.” 

Your head shot up just to see him smiling down at you. It was a type of smile you’d only ever caught on the faces of village boys right before you felt a sharp yank on your tail. It meant nothing but trouble. 

All of the surprise you felt must’ve been conveyed through your blank expression because within a second, that dangerous smile of his was wiped clean from his face and he held his hands up defensively parallel to his shoulders. “No, no, no, shit —you didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured you, whisking a wet lock of hair out of his face as he mentally kicked himself for frightening you. 

Nice going, Sully.  

“It’s just…I haven’t been Toruk Makto in a very long time.”

As much as you believed yourself to be wise beyond your years, you knew very little of clan politics outside of the village you were born and raised in. Toruk Makto was the savior of Eywa’eveng and all of her children in the times of great sorrow. It never occured to you that he could vanish just as easily as he appeared on your beaches so many years ago. 

Your tail swayed back and forth idly in the waters behind you, stirring the sand into a murky cloud that mimicked the loss you felt inside your heart. “Perhaps Ilu Makto, then?” you tested, head tilted to the side. “Since tsurak has proved too much a challenge.”

Over his shoulder, you spotted Jake’s short tail whisking playfully as he processed your joke. With the shake of his head, he laughed. It was a sweet sound, the first of it’s kind since his arrival. His impossibly sharp canines peeked out from between his lips and he brushed a bead of water from his chin with the back of his hand. “I was hoping you didn’t see that.”

“Believe me, there wasn’t much to see of anything.”

You knew you were pushing your luck. His sense of humor was still a mystery to you. For all you knew, your first comment could have exiled you from his good graces as soon as it left your mouth. 

Glancing out at the training pool, you watched your father take flight on his bonded tsurak. He had not yet noticed his outcasted guest standing alone on the shores with his eldest daughter. Knowing it was best to keep it that way, you excused yourself from the conversation with a shallow bow. 

“You’re funny,” Jake panted, jogging to keep pace with your long strides as you made your way down the beach toward the ilu nest. You would offer the rest of the fish as treats for the younglings. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, not allowing yourself to devote your full attention. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Funny?” It was yet another word from his native vocabulary that you didn’t understand. Curiosity overpowered your rational thinking and you slowed to a stop behind a large outcropping of black volcanic rock.

“Yeah, funny,” he explained, stopping so close that you were practically nose to nose. “Of good humor. You inspire laughter.”

You fought the grin fighting it’s way onto your cheeks, holding two fingers against your rebellious lips as you took a cautious step backward. “I inspire nothing,” you argued, shaking off the shimmyflies that beat like thunder against your chest before continuing your march back toward the village center. 

Just when you thought you might have convinced him to drop it, the basket under your arm disappeared and you turned around to see Jake holding it high above your head. “Hey!” 

He only chuckled, holding it up higher when you made a pathetic grab for it. As a matter of fact, he could name a few things you inspired.  

You were in the midst of preparing a worthy response when you caught a glimpse of the snake of burns that trailed down his arm. You gasped, and the sound was nearly enough to convince Jake to drop your basket to the sand. “Ma Eywa,” you whispered sympathetically. 

He turned his palm inward, wincing as he inspected the length of his injury. It somehow looked worse than it did immediately after the incident that caused it, angry and irritated with lack of attention. It stung, sure, but it was nothing near lethal. 

“Tsurak is a worthy adversary,” Jake hissed, flexing his hand just to prove he still could. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and he would be lying if he said concern didn’t look good on you. “But until I am Tsurak Makto, you will call me Jake.”

You refused to look away from his fresh wound, head reeling with slivers of information you from your mother’s Tsahìk teachings. The leaves of seaberries soothed shallow burns like this one. You would need to collect some immediately. 

“Hey,” Jake snapped his fingers close to your ear, startling you. “What do you call me?”

Your basket was still held out of your reach. He was taunting you with his sheer height. On one hand, you were relieved that your terrible excuse for a joke did not offend him, but on the other hand, you appeared to have done something much worse by awakening the insolent child that had been resting dormant at his core. 

“Jake,” you said slowly, testing the sound of it as the word rolled off your tongue. 

He looked pleased, holding the half-empty basket out to you like a peace offering. “That’s right. Now what do I call you?”

There it is; the power. He was laying it all right at your feet. Any respectable woman in your village would have turned her nose at the game he was trying to play. Unfortunately for everyone involved, you weren’t just any other woman, and you didn’t turn your nose to anyone. 

“I am Ällora te Ätwì Ronal'ite. But until I am Tsahìk of the Metkayina clan, you may refer to me as Ällora.”

It felt like you were revealing a secret. Something sacred. And if the return of that mischievous look in his eye was any indication, you knew it was a power that would soon be abused. “Ällora,” he sighed, letting each syllable feed into his triumphant smile. “Yeah, I like that. Suits you.”

He gestured once more for you to take the basket and you did so with great caution, not eager to fall victim to another one of his teases. Right when you expected him to draw back and make you beg for it, he held himself dangerously still. “See?” he said, tail still flicking like a whip below his waist. “I can play nice.”

You hummed, eyes narrowed as you turned away for a final time. “We’ll see for how long.”

#candywrites #atwow #avatar #avatar x reader #atwow x reader #jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar fanfiction #dreaming #avatar 2 #dreaming (of all the possibilities) #dilf jake sully

[sun-stricken]

Headcannoms about friendship between Bickslow and Gray? I like to think after the fighting festival he really tries to make it up to Gray.

Gray: ‘we’re chill. It’s fine.’

Bickslow: ‘my babies will now perform a dance of apology’

Also a scenario I’d like to share!

Lucy: hey, Gray I picked up your mail. Why do you have a letter from a modelling agency?

Gray: oh that. I don’t know they just keep sending me them even though I’ve told them no.

Lucy: you’ve turned them down repeatedly?! *while crying inside*

Gray: yeah? It’s weird ‘cause I didn’t even apply.

Lucy: Lucy kick!

i for some reason hadn’t considered the idea of them having a close friendship, but i am now so here! a gift !

i had so much fun with this

* my personal hc is that Bickslows dolls feel a lot of what he himself feels, and also theyre kinda like birds

* so they too try to make it up to Gray, they bring him little things they find, such as shiny rocks, pins, and other tiny objects they find

* Bickslow just nods in approval from the sidelines when they bring them to Gray

* They were both fairly awkward with each other post festival but after Bickslow gave Gray an honest apology they began to turn over a new leaf

* people find the friendship strange tbh, Gray is known as this vaguely calm and like, super normal guy, and Bickslow is just— not

* theyre surprisingly comfortable with each other

* they dont hang out a lot outside the guild, but thats not to say they dont ever,

* While they dont work the best together and it took a while be able to fight along side on another,

* If the Thunder Legion and Team Natsu have to pair up usually they do bc they’re comfortable with each other and trust can go a long way

* theyre both texting fiends, like its a problem how much they message their friends, so when they found out the other was the same oh my god was it a train wreck

* their conversations can go for hours and if you read through them youd probably have an aneurysm because the topics make no sense and Bix doesn’t even try to spell correctly

* They have gotten close and friendly but that doesnt mean theu ever know what to expect from the other, their opinions and thoughts are so different from each other, if rhey ever have the same idea its like all the stars and planet’s have aligned and world is about to end

* Bickslows hair is naturally black and Gray helped him dye it once and they deadass looked they walk out the smurf set for weeks, Bix’s bathroom looked like they murdered a hundred of them

* Gray has an affinity for collecting hand weapons (swords, spears, bows, etc) while Bickslow likes taking apart and building old bombs (actual explosive grenades, land mines, smoke/flash grenades)

* they bonded over it and talked about it in public and terrified about 20 people rhat were in earshot

* theyre both a big hit with kids

* Bickslow gets added to the long list of people who barge into Gray house unannounced

* a lot of the time they will talk (coughcomplaincough) about two different things in the same convo

* Bickslow: the cops were at my door again last night because of the inactive grenade i threw in the fountain, woke me up and everything

* Gray: ugh, i hate that, Natsu blew up a building again and Erza yelled at the both of us

* Bickslow: thats so rude, do you think i should make another one and send it to them?

* Gray: totally, she knew it wasnt me but i still got scolded

so happy ppl have realized how pretty Gray is, now we’re gonna talk abt it bc im an overachiever

* Hes been scouted by plenty of different modeling agencies over the years, which really boosted his ego but very quickly became annoying as hell bc he never even applied

* He gets a couple a month, and he accepted once just to get them off his back and found it really embarrassing bc he was everywhere

* his friends in and outside the guild bought the magazines he was featured in and teased him mercilessly and he never stepped foot in another agency ever again

* Hes really photogenic but hates gets his photo taken, most of the pictures hes in ‘willingly’ hes glaring at the camera

* he now just blocks the numbers they call him on and throws out the letter they send him, if they stop him on the street he will walk away before the conversation even starts

* when Lucy found out something inside her died a little

* she pestered him about it and said she’ll go with him! he wont even have to take the money for it! she’ll take it! 😁

* she gets shot down every time but that doesnt mean she quit trying

#fairy tail #gray fullbuster #bickslow #ft bickslow #wth is his last name #sun strickens ft #sun stricken answers #anon ask #major mAJOR chaotic + normal chaotic #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail incorrect quotes #gray is pretty im so happy ppl agree #hes pretty in universe too #i do make the rules #is it caller the thunder legion? #it is now

[sillyyuserr]

Terukane analysis <33

one of my favorties because it really shows how much they care and more about THEM less about how teru looks at akane or things like that

like i said in my last last LAST post, i wanted to write an analysis on what happened between terukane just before the severance so here i am. Writing this at 8:15pm on a sunday.

after getting back to the ”human realm”, akane realizes aoi isnt there with him, turns around in confusion, and sees teru with a saddened look on his face

Teru looks saddened while explaining what happened to aoi and how she couldnt return

Akane asks if teru knew the whole time, teru confesses to having had known that she wouldnt come back but didnt say anything, leading to akane being very clearly distressed and upset

Akane grabs teru by the shirt/jacket or wtv hes wearing and punches him and shoves him against a wall

Akane’s done with attacking teru, and turns around to try to go back and get her, falls to the ground in pain, his untreated wounds getting worse by the minute, gets back up to get her, teru forces him down, akane’s lying on the ground, disappointed and sad

Yadayadayada idrc what happens after this thats not what we’re focusing on, now that im done with the ridiculously long recap lets break it down further

As seen here, teru is both feeling and looking, extremely guilty. He’s guilty ab not telling akane, but knowing he kind of had to keep it a secret

Something you need to know ab terukane to really understand it, is their relationship is heavily built around their trust in one another so when teru hid how aoi couldnt come back from akane, he was hurt and confused as if he had never seen it coming, like it wasnt even a what if. He knows teru tries to be “perfect” to everyone else, but had never even CONSIDERED that he might lie to HIM. 

The reason this hit like a fucking global pandemic is because akane trusted teru so much he didn’t even think ab the “what ifs” and even if he did, him lying wouldnt even be on there

and since he was really hurt, he lashed out and punched him. Teru knew he was hurt/betrayed and let him punch him, feeling guilty at himself for keeping this from him. Gosh they really do care about one another

As seen here, akane tries to get aoi, but in his damaged state, he literally cannot. Teru knows this, and hurts inside seeing him like this, him having to literally shove him to the ground to stop him.

Akane seems to be at like rock bottom rn. Just lost his childhood bsf and this dude he swears he hates just lied to him ab something this srs. my mans really going through it

Forgot to add but teru looks especially heartbroken here looking at akane, it literally hurts him to do this to akane, but he knew he wouldnt leave aoi there so he did what was best for him, and brought him back. Also not to mention he literally travelled through the most notorious school mystery’s boundary (also the god of fucking death like wdym) just to save akane like what the fuck

teru’s so obvious istg if AidaIro doesnt make terukane canon thats one thing, but if they dont confirm or at least prove in some way teru has a crush on akane, my entire life is a fucking lie

pls give me ideas or stuff ab terukane that you’ve noticed and i havent im running out of analysis ideas 😭😭🙏

#terukane #real #tbhk #aoi akane #minamoto teru #aidairo #analysis

[nightswithkookmin]

Not being jealous or mean I'm truly an ot7 army. but i noticed theres a diff in how media treats each member individually. like the amount of media coverage both kmedia and international jimin got from dior and now tiffany&co from the announcement of his new ambassadorship alone is insane 😭 and mind you, theres wasnt that hype with hobi (LV) or yoongi (valentino).I got sad when some armys legit didn't know about yoongis deal.myself knew about taes new ambassadorship after two days when I logged on twitter and it's was until I checked ot7 accs.other platforms were silent about it.so I was asking do you think it's true what some people say about media favoring jimin more?..I'm not a hater but I want to understand how this things work.because some members who I would think would make the noise are not,! jimin is making so much noise and its kinda unfair for my ot7 heart,because this whole solo era just made me think if jimin decides to leave the group his popularity will skyrocket even more cause it's like he has hidden fans not only army fandom and im selfish.

Okay... let me break it down like this

The Hyung line in general don't have as much traction as the Maknae line in BTS. It's not shade that's just the way things work in kpop- save for a few instances.

With Jimin being part of the Maknae line you should understand he is not comparable to anyone in the hyung line. He naturally will garner more attention than anyone in the Hyung line. He is Maknae too.

When it comes to the Maknae line, Jungkook being the youngest gets a lot of traction for the sheer sake of it. He's the Golden Maknae. The youngest in any group tend to get this level of traction and attention naturally- again save for few instances.

Wait. Hold up. Unfair for Jimin to get this attention?

I'm gonna ignore that and carry on with the post 😒

The media does not favor JM more it's just Jimin treats the media with more grace than the others- Suga calls out the media, Tae claps back at them, Namjoon makes snarky remakes about the media to their face. Jungkook just wants punch them in the face.

The media is not their friend. Do you see the crap they report about BTS? Do you see the headlines? They are assholes. Especially kmedia with their creepy asses.

When you say they are favoring Jimin all I can think about is the hosanna before his crucifixion.

Okay the last part made me smile 😃

The part you said JM has hidden fans made me melt won't lie🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Good good, let's continue this conversation cos I was about to pull your edges off thinking you was an anti in disguise 😆

As I was saying, the hyung line has less social traction compared to the maknae line for a number of reasons beyond their control.

We really shouldn't compare the Hyung line and the maknae line. We really shouldn't. Even before their solos they weren't treated equally by fans. It's why most times we had to work extra hard to push their content and support them because if we left things to chance they would have tanked hard. I call it affirmative action and that's where the strength of OTZ lies. We balance these things out.

And let's not blame Jimin for it. Because truth is had it been Jk or Tae they would have overshadowed the hyung line too. It's rock beats scissors, maknae beats hyung line.

Among the maknaes, I feel Jungkook would have been the most followed out of BTS but his personality tends to be a bit controversial with the tattoos and dating scandals and I don't give a fuck attitude which kinda suits his personna but rubs people off the wrong way. even that he's still the Golden Maknae. Can't take that away from him.

Tae has the oppressed under dog vibe going for him. From day one, he was hidden by the company, he was marginalized as the alien of the group, laughed at by friends, raised on a farm, and his grandma died. Then it turns out not only is he hot and talented, he's goofy, has a heart of gold and has that bit of fire in him you just don't want to mess with him he will cut you

Yet however they both are missing something that comes naturally for Jimin- mystery and obsession.

I don't know how Jimin is doing it but he is doing it.

He has a shit ton of sex appeal, has a voice so unique it piques your curiosity, looks like nothing you've ever seen, mad mad classy, mature, disciplined, accessible, consumable- he has that level of success that looks attainable if only you follow his blue print.

Having the success of the Golden Maknae is unattainable to most people. Not everyone has youth on their side, not everyone has a perfect pitch to stand out of the lot, not everyone has the natural talent Jungkook has which comes without him even trying.

It's the same with Tae. To get the success he has you would have to be him specifically.

With Jimin it's different. His success does not rest on his looks or voice alone. In fact, I'd argue his success doesn't come from any of that at all and I think it's intentional on his part. He doesn't rely on luck- that doesn't mean he doesn't have it, he do. He just don't make that his whole personality.

And that's what Tae was talking about in I-land. There are very tangible aspects to his success. It's what makes him the rookie Bible. He demystifies success and makes it replicable. It's easy to look at him and feel inspired and assured if you work just as hard as Jimin then you should get the same results- except you can't work just as hard cos what he does is humanly impossible💀

Jungkook named him Tripple A effort guy and he's right.

I feel this is why a company like hybe would love him. He doesn't let his looks do the talking for him. He doesn't rely on his looks or say I have a unique voice and that's it. He leaves nothing to chance.

He is very interesting. And that interest often leads people into obsessing over him. Once you Jim in you can't Jim out.

Tae's haters and detractors don't care enough about him to follow him around and keep tabs on him.

Jk's haters couldn't give a fuck about him too.

However Jimin's haters are so obsessed with him they turn around to be his fans which is crazy🤣🤣🤣

They look at him and just don't understand why he's successful the way he is and I feel that's how the obsession with him begins 😆

They want to know where he's at, who he's with, what he's doing. Yet dude is so mysterious they get nothing out of him which only intensify their obsession😩

They will listen to his music all the way through just so they can come on the internet and say it's shitty- 🤣

Jimin is admirable. Brands admire him, regular folks admire him. People want him to succeed for the same reasons they may want someone like TAE to succeed. They are both a rags to riches story. Except they both have fans who engage in very different fan behaviors.

Which is what it all comes down to. Jimin's fans behave differently from any members' fans. Perhaps people should pay attention to that before acting jealous of him.

It's just as how BTS fans behave and engage in very different fan behaviors to other idols' fans. And don't hurt your head, there a countless experts who have tried to research Army to understand what it is about BTS keeps us tethered to them but haven't a clue.

Also let's not confuse followers for fans. Just because one member has a lot of followers does not mean they have the most fans out of BTS💀

People can fake accounts and follow anyone but not everyone of those accounts may be a true fan.

Jimin knows how to work the public. He knows what we want. He can enchant us and play us like a violin if he so chooses. He's behind a lot of the successes of BTS especially with regards to their public image.

He's a master curator, he's the voice telling them don't get drunk and vlive, move this way on the stage, hold it a big longer, post this, don't post that, why? Because he knows how to work the public. I'd say Tae too to be honest.

I don't think JM has fully stepped into his power. You are right to say his fame will skyrocket if he breaks away. He has the skills and experience, knowledge, creativity and discipline to make him forever relevant.

If anyone is going to become a household name I trust it's jimin because he gets it. He gets that talent alone won't get you anywhere, looks alone won't suffice you gotta be the whole package and HE IS THE WHOLE PACKAGE.

JIMIN IS THE WHOLE PACKAGE

[hyukaslvr]

i loved your wooyoung smut so much i just have to read more please pleaseeeee

all i’ve been imagining is how bangchans cock is so DEEEPPP inside of you the whole time he fucks into that he’s making you feel every ridge of his cock and his hitting your gummy spot constantly. you would just completely unfold practically when he first starts rutting into you because of how hard and deep he was thrusting into you

anyways, also a heart throbber for big dick!chan and i just know he’d be like this.

HOLY SHIT-

just imagine chan coming home from months of being busy and not being able to see you once during the whole process. chan was just sooo horny.

he needed you badly, and soon.

he just knew once he saw you at home and happy to see him, he would be rock hard and tearing your clothes off the second you hugged him.

he just needed to be inside of you, no, in your arms. while he fucks you hard , of course.

you just got in the shower when he had arrived, he hears the sound of water and immediately rushed to your bathroom. he was even more turned on by imagining your body and face while he fucks your dumb against the bathroom walls.

oh, to see you so wet like that.

once he got in the bathroom, you gasped, hearing the noises of clothes being torn off him(not literally).

the way he looks so needy, so needy to be inside of you. you were immediately so stimmed. you neededd chan. it was getting unbearable with the way his eyes wear glazing your body as he inched closer to your naked body.

you knew you were screwed fucked.

you started moan gasping as he quickly put his soft, lush lips on the hot skin on your neck. you raised you leg for the man to go between your legs, you needed it him so badly.

his dick feeling the warmth of your folds, he started melting into your body, occasionally thrusting against your cunt. you were going crazy, but you knew he wasn’t gonna leave this shower without bringing you multiple leg shaking orgasms.

when he finally was getting to the point he was practically leaking against your warmth, he lined up to your clenching whole, and thrusts so deeply with no prep. you screamed as he started thrusting so deeply and harsh, his hands on your rips as he grips on them with every thrust.

you were already gone, cock drunk and murruring words out as you gripped his hair so hard between your fingers. you thought you were high as a kite, but it was just all chan’s doings. he was driving you into a great high that you felt like you were floating when he picked you up, thrusting his big cock right into your g-spot and filling you up so well.

he had you screaming as you felt yourself floating so high, moaning his nickname, ‘channieee!’, he couldn’t control himself and starting slurring out the dirtiest words to you as you clench around his cock.

you were milking the shit out of him, you felt him so deep with his last thrust inside as he came.

and he came so hard.

and it’s was sooo much.

you were also releasing, screaming his name in the most porno way ever as you felt yourself cum so hard.

you haven’t came this hard in so long.

chan was gasping your ear as he felt you coming and clenching around his overstimulated cock.

he couldn’t, just couldn’t help thrusting into it again, he was so far gone. he just needed his dick so wet.

you just know that it isn’t over once you cum again and he drags you out of the shower, still dripping wet with his dick still so deep in your cunt.

you just know he’s gonna fuck you everywhere in your apartment, every edge and every position.

you were screwed fucked.

a/n: first ask on this blog, and i love itttt😝 i’ve also decided to post both new and old content, but im gonna add more and or different things to the fics to make them my own again.

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[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P.5

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Hey babes, I'm sorry if my last part and this part are a little boring. I promise they'll start to get juicy. It's just the beginning! But again, I always love to thank you all for reading my story! I love you all 💕 Happy reading!

ps I may or may not be doing a double post day, keep your eyes peeled 😉

A/n: This is an introduction to Austin. I may or may not have been heavily influenced to base him off of Austin Butler... so have fun with that 😭.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: cursing, little angst, lots of gushy feelings 🥺 (I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)

y/n/n: your nick name

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Mav pulled back from the hug and rubbed your cheek, “Y/n/n. I haven't talked to Bradley for about the same amount of time as you.” He grabbed your hand. “Im not asking you to fix anything for me. I have to do that on my own, but for you. I think you should go see him and patch you guys.” He rubbed his thumb over your hand. “You two were inseparable for so long and I know how much you both meant to one another.” He pressed his lips together and smiled.

You looked at Penny and she also put her hand on your hand along with Mav’s. She smiled at you and nodded agreeing with Mav. 

Y/n: “what if he doesn’t even remember who I am? Or just ignores me?” You were sad. “I mean he’s already done it for 7 years.” You looked down at all your hands together.

Penny: “I think you should give him the chance to at least explain that.” She rubbed your arm.

You looked at the both of them and stood up. “I can’t do this right now, not during my daughter's birthday.” Then you walked away.

As you walked away, they looked at you with defeat. Mav was scared you wouldn’t talk to him in the little time he possibly had. 

Penny: “Do you think she will talk to him?”

Mav: “I really hope she will, this could be it for y/n.”

It was now 11 PM and everyone started to leave. You all start to clean up the deck so you could bring your little princess home. Mav was holding her while she was starting to fall asleep. He was rubbing her back and rocking her while he sat on a chair in the sand. You all finished cleaning up the deck so Penny wouldn’t have to worry about it during closing. 

You went over to Mav and brushed your daughters very messy curly hair out of her face. You brought your car around the side so you could load all the presents and extra decorations into the back of your jeep. You didn’t want to have to keep walking into the bar because 1. It was super busy. 2. You were wearing a costume. And the BIG number 3: Bradley. Once you finished loading your car, Mav placed Leia in her booster seat in the back of your car and gave her a kiss on her head. He then came over to you and gave you a hug and thanked you for letting him meet Leia. 

Y/n: “You can come and see her anytime Mav.” Mav was like a dad to you. He always took care of you and Bradley when you were in college. He always made you feel at home and never alone. 

You hugged Penny and thanked her for letting you used the back deck. She let you know she was going to come over in the afternoon to bring Leia her gifts. 

Billy and Bri rode to the house together, so Austin offered to stay back with you so you weren’t alone. Austin offered to drive knowing you were probably super tired. You accepted the offer you guys drove off. On your way out of the parking lot you saw a familiar figure out by his blue bronco with some of the other naval aviators in uniform. Your heart dropped. You looked down at your feet hoping he wouldn’t see you. As you guys drove by, you looked through the window slightly. You saw Bradley turn his head in your direction and you leaned back in your chair. You looked at him again as you went right next to him. He was staring at your car the whole way out. Right before your car left the parking lot he finally returned to conversation with the group he was with.

“Shit.” You whispered under your breath. Surely he couldn’t have known it was you. You had got another car since the last time he saw you. Your own head was just playing tricks on you. 

You and Austin finally arrived at yours and Bri’s house. Billy’s car wasn’t anywhere to be found. So it made you nervous. You didn’t know how to be with Austin alone. You barely even knew the dude. You were so awkward, you wanted to sit in the car until Bri and Billy got there. But then he reached over and placed his hand on your arm and rubbed it. He turned off your car and you were surrounded in pure darkness. You looked over to him, but it was far too dark to see him. 

Austin: “I can grab Leia and bring her in if you’d like?” It was dark, but you could feel him looking at you.

Y/n: “That would be nice, so I can start unloading the car. Thank you, Austin.” You patted his hand on your arm.

You heard shifting and then the car door opened. Austin got out of the car and opened the back passenger door to get Leia out of the car. You got out of the car and waited for them. He was carrying her like a baby. Her head rested on his chest. Your daughter was kind of tall for her age, she has her dad’s height, but she looked small when Austin was holding her. You wondered if she would look like that in Bradley’s arms. You started to smile, that would be really cute. You snapped out of it when you heard the car door slam and he started to walk up the drive way to the front door. 

You ran passed them and opened the door for him. He walked into the house and you turned on the light. 

Y/n: “Can you bring her into the first room on the right please.” You gave him a light playful push towards Leia’s bedroom door. 

He nodded at you, “Gotcha, first room on the right.” He brought your daughter into her room. 

You started to bring in her toys and put them in her room. Austin came out and started to help you put the extra decorations into the garage. After you finished you invited him in. You offered him to go into the refrigerator or pantry and help himself. You brought yourself into your room and cleaned up. You changed to some comfortable clothes and brought out some of your oversized clothes for Austin. You walked out and Austin was looking in the refrigerator with his hand up to his chin looking like he was making a very important decision. You laughed and he looked over. His eyes were wide as he looked you up and down. His eyes met yours and he smiled.

Austin: “Hey.” He closed the refrigerator. 

Y/n: “I brought you some of my biggest over sized clothes if you’d like to change out of your very realistic Darth Vader costume.” You put your hand out holding the clothes and smiling.

He laughed, “Thank you, y/n. But did you think I was naked under here?” He raised his eyebrows. He took the pair of sweat pants only. “Thanks.” He winked at you.

Y/n: “Well… no. I know you’re not! I’m just offering some clothes…” You started to trail off.

He laughed and walked to the couch. 

You blushed you could feel the heat coming off of your cheeks. Jesus, of course he wasn’t naked under there. He started to take off his suit in front of you and he looked at you and chuckled. You stood there awkwardly and then went to the pantry. Trying to give him his privacy. You looked out the corner of your eye and you could see his tight white shirt that exposed his pecs, abs, muscular back and arms. You bit your bottom lip and looked back into the pantry trying to distract yourself, but you were already imagining him naked under the costume… or at least now you were wishing he was. 

He walked over to you. “Well the sweats are a little high but they’ll do.” He said while looking down at them.

God he looked hot. Some strands of his what was nicely fixed hair now falling loosely over his forehead and face. He looked up to you and chuckled. You looked at his ankles and they were exposed. You laughed but covered your mouth remembering your daughter was asleep. He put a finger over his lips and gestured the “shhhhh” sign while smiling. The two of you looked through the pantry and refrigerator to find something to snack on. Luckily, after no luck Bri and Billy arrived with some tacos. They went to go change out of their costumes.

You and Austin ate a couple of tacos. The two of you sat on the couch and you turned on The Mandalorian while you waited for Billy and Bri to come out. Austin pulled you close into him so now he had one arm around you and you had your back against his side. 

Austin: “Is this alright, y/n?” He looked down at you and was smiling.

You looked up at him and nodded, “Fine with me.” You felt good to be in someone’s embrace. His smell was intoxicating as it filled your nose. You closed your eyes taking it in. 

Billy: “Are you two decent? I don’t want to see someone eating tacos off the other or something.” He’s a very blunt guy. No shame in anything he says.

Austin called over to Billy, “You missed us eating tacos off of each others abs 20 minutes ago. You’re good, man.” He chuckled into your hair. “I’m really sorry about him, darlin. He can be a bit much.” He whispered into your ear.

You turned your head slightly so you could see him from the corner of your eye, “Don’t worry about it. I’ve known Billy for the last 6 years. I’ve learned he is no man to be ashamed of anything he says.” You felt Austin sigh into your hair. He wrapped his arm tighter around you.

Bri and Billy finally came out and you threw a pillow at Billy. He looked at you with a pissy face. You put your finger to your lips signaling him to shut the hell up. He put up his hands in confusion.

Y/n: “My daughter is sleeping in that room. Don’t be loud about us eating tacos off of each other.” You felt the vibration coming from Austin as he laughed against your back.

Billy shook you off and made his way to the Tacos. He brought them to the couch for him and Bri to eat. They joined you and Austin to watch the show.

You started to doze off and you felt Austin shifting around. He was now laying down. He put his arms out for you to lay with him. You laid next to him, But propped your head up on your hand so you could watch the show. 

Austin: “Are you tired?” He whispered into your ear.

You nodded your head. He moved your hand from under your head and patted his chest for you to lay. You laid on his chest gently. You could hear his heart rate speed up. “Then go to sleep. I’ll be here.” He kissed your head lightly.

His heart rate started to slow down. It was so therapeutic to listen to, so comforting, he was so warm, soft, your body fit perfectly next to his. You felt so at home and safe. Then, after 10 minutes you finally fell asleep. 

Austin moved around so you could lay comfortably. He looked at your sleeping face and smiled. He brushed some hairs out of your face. He tilted your head up so your face could face his. You were such a site to look at. He could look at you all day and all night. He felt so comfortable with you and he hasn’t even known you for a full day. He watched as your shoulders would rise and fall with every breath you took. He watched as your eyes twitched, felt how your body was so relaxed and how your heart was beating against his side. He was in awe with you. He put his hand up to catch Bri’s attention. She looked over at him.

Austin: “Can you bring us a blanket? I don’t want her to be cold.” He asked in barely a whisper.

Bri nodded and went to go get a blanket from your room. She laid it over the two of you and returned to lay with Billy. Austin pulled the blanket over your shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you. You slightly stirred and moved up his chest more but were still asleep. Your face slightly in his neck. He could feel your breath against him. It sent goosebumps all over his body. He kiss and whispered onto the top of your head, “Good night, Darlin.”

You woke up at 3 AM. You were confused as to where you were. It was dark, but as your eyes adjusted you could see that you were still cuddled up with a now sleeping Austin. There was a blanket from your room on the two of you. You looked over and could slightly see that Bri and Billy were asleep too. Well you knew they were because Billy had a slight snore. You looked at Austin and as much as you wanted to stay this way, you didn’t want your daughter to wake up and see her mom cuddled up with some stranger on the couch. You had an example to set for her. So you set an alarm for 7 AM to wake you all up so Billy and Austin could leave before Leia could get out of bed. After setting the alarm, you cuddled back up to Austin. Listening to him breathe, feeling his chest raise and fall underneath your face and feeling the warmth radiating off of him. You were listening to his slow heartbeat once again. He readjusted so he could be even closer to you. He wrapped his arm back around you and his hand rested on your waist. You put your hand on his chest and his free hand followed yours. You closed your eyes.

Austin gave your hand a slight squeeze, “Good night, y/n.” 

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Get ready for the double post day! It's right around the corner 🥲 I hope you are all enjoying the story so far. Enjoy the calm before the storm, besties. Because its coming hard 😭

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[etoilesbienne]

Nice to see that apparently we’ve all read it runs in the family. It was my guilty pleasure fic and i didn’t expect to see other people talking about it. I started reading it like a month after i got into bad and dsmp and i was /obsessed/. It’s one of those fics that changes your brain chemistry and makes you stare at a wall after reading it. To this day im still subbed to it on the off chance that it gets another chapter.

like genuinely its an enamoring fic it has an odd premise but like the author has so much potential in, like, being able to write genuinely engaging narratives. i'm shocked at how much setup is put into the work and you can tell where the narrative is going in a way that's like watching a trainwreck. You know exactly where it is going but the journey of getting there is so fascinating to watch.

anyway i want to ramble about what i liked and what i didn't like in the fic. so. huge reader discretion advised, go look at the other warnings i posted about this fic before reading this (also spoilers for the fic ahead)

like part of its most interesting facets is it is one of the few fics that tackles this sort of heavy subject matter of assault and kidnapping and doesn't really shy away from how genuinely negative it is and can be. like don't get me wrong ive enjoyed other psychological horror before, but it was, like, nice? to see the "pets" all be like genuinely upset and respond realistically to the situation they're in. no "they really like it secretly" undertone.

not a criticism but my favorite part of this story is the random ass normal human names they try to give everyone. they made skeppy have a white ass last name. bbh's name is Bad Halo. purpled doesn't even show up but his name is mentioned to be, like, "nolan purpled but he goes by purpled because his cheating whore of a mom named him nolan and he hates her" genuinely funniest line of the whole fic one of my favorites i can never ever forget it. i need to find all the human names in this theyre so fucking funny.

also badboyhalo? while he IS woobified and made much more demure and defanged, he's still like... that IS badboyhalo. his moments of complete suspicion at every encounter. his doubting. refusal to break the mould and rock the boat out if fear something bad would happen. VERY badboyhalo sentiments. also the fact the writer knew about skephalo divorce. going to be honest, looking at how their other work contains a6d, i think the writer was/is a bbh watcher. and then the schlatthalo. the fact they made schlatt ask to curse? and then bbh laughed when he did? this person understood both of these guys. they did their homework. schlatt isn't a megalomaniac evil villain one note. i don't know if i'd call both of them "in character" per say, but i can definitely say they had consistent characterization and i could understand how their characters got to these versions.

also the technohalo multifaceted concept? techno seeing bbh as too innocent? putting bbh on a pedestal and denying his humanity in that way? WILD. the setup and writing was all there for, like, bbh using his body and manipulating techno to turn against phil.

like the good parts of this fic are such crazy highs and peaks it makes the lows look so much worse.

speaking of which: wilbur soot.

by god is wilbur soot not a character, he is a force of nature and just continuous digging deeper on trying to fix a problem the writer accidentally started. none of sbi really are fleshed out or rounded characters, but wilbur soot is like by far getting the worst treatment. im not even a wilbur fan LOL.

he's supposed to be a schizophrenic serial killer which already isn't a great start, and then you watch the writer realize the issue and try to fix what they've started. this is when schizophrenic medicated slimecicle comes in. followed by badboyhalo looking at the camera and going Not All Mentally Ill People Are Bad. which was just really funny in such a morbid way. but then the writer DOES go in an interesting direction with phil denying his condition and refusing to help him get medicated. however with the slimecicle medicated moment it comes off as a medication = The Good Mentally Ill Person narrative. genuinely i dont know how id solve the wilbur issue without extensive rewriting. he's just a mess.

phil i think is one of the most interesting of sbi, being made into a central antagonist and a genuinely good villain. his scenes have well made tension and poses actual threat and stakes to the narrative. he's a good villain! techno has an interesting arc with bbh but just isn't given enough screentime and doesn't have much beyond "brute to be manipulated" which sucks a little. tommy is tommy. only one of sbi i could see not dying in a fire at the end. wilbur, despite his other issues is a narrative driver with his capriciousness, but the schizophrenia plotline is such a mess that he just is not a person here, he's a plot device more than anything.

more abstractly i do wish they committed and, like, had sex scenes or were blatant about sex happening. like they keep dancing around it but so much of the fic does not make sense if sex isn't what's occurring here. like i get subtlety if the avoidance of sex is what they're aiming for! but its okay to, like, maybe make it more clear whatever techno and bbh have going on is obviously sexual, because that can be used to advance the narrative and make it more clear bbh is using his body to manipulate here, because that'd be a good plot point to continue the themes and motifs of the story. i also just do not know how else to interpret the relationship lol.

my other biggest criticism is make it less misogynistic. the only three named women are the dead samsung smart fridge (who is now a dead mom named samantha), minx the alcoholic witness, and puffy, who is somehow ranboo's mom. like the ableism is horrific here but its so over the top stupid in the ableism, while the misogyny is subtle and just reeks. genuinely why is puffy ranboo's mom that sucks so fucking bad. make her be his aunt or guardian or something. but mom? c'mon.

i rambled way too long lol there's more i can say but this fic is my roman empire. the writer has so much potential but just needs more life experience to understand mental illness and misogyny. also a beta reader to fix their formatting. and maybe make their dialogue more human. shoutout to ranboo giving his name and phone number to tommy after tommy literally fucking tells him he'd "make a beautiful corpse" CRAZY exchange. no human would do that.

#asks

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Some SFW Goofy / Silly HC's for Shachi!! For my beloved @mandiemegatron - my beloved Shachi mutual <3 THESE HC ARE SFW MY BLOG IS NOT head the warnings above! Ageless blogs without 'adult' in bio will be blocked if you interact!

Goofy/Random Shachi HC's (Silly/Goofy Shachi in love at the bottom as a bonus)

Music taste alternates between heavy rock and the cringiest shit you’ve ever heard bc it made him laugh ( He and Penguin listen to bbno$ and Yung Gravy, and I think that’s hilarious - pry that one from my cold dead hands.)

LOVES puns. I mean, just look at his fucking hat!

Also loves being cheesy/cheesy stuff. Silly poses, cringe outfits, bad puns, b rated movies, tacky patterns, you name it. If it makes a normal person cringe even just a little he LOVES it! (Again.. look at his hat!)

Also likes cute stuff like Law, but not embarrassed by it (see above point) and will go overboard w it if he’s messing w Law (imagine that one post of them all going to see the barbie movie?? Pen made Law promise for them dress up for it but Shachi got the outfits ready that’s how I imagined that happening anyway )

Either super great or absolute dog shit at games. No in between. Avoids the ones he sucks at like the plague. Is a sore loser and WILL pout if he’s lost enough times (still pouts even if he only loses a little but its more subtle and he can get over it quicker lol)

His jokes/humor are also the same as his style and game talents, His jokes are usually cheesy, and either really fuckin funny or absolute cringiest shit you’ve ever heard, almost no in-between 

Loves pranks. Goes without saying really

Has this uncanny knack for finding things people would be unable to decide if they like or not, like say a keychain of their fave character for example, but the character is doing some weird bizarre ooc shit or its some on the most unhinged knock off of the original they’ve ever seen

Will tell you wrong information with his whole ass chest. He believes it. He is a a bit dumbass. Himbo-y if you will. Is shocked when he realizes he is in fact wrong and thinks you’re fucking with him. Always takes a minute to convince him he’s actually wrong even though no one is ever fucking with him when they tell him he’s wrong NOT saying he is rude or mean about it is just genuinely shocked he’s wrong what do you MEAN you’re serious that much salt doesn’t go in there you’re just trying to mess him up haha Ikaku… oh shit Ikaku was serious!! that was too much salt wtf!! 

Hes always joking so he thinks everyone else is too sometimes… to his own detriment occasionally lol, always says sorry after for not taking them seriously after with an embarrassed laugh ————Silly/Goofy in Love Shachi HC’s————

Mad dumb when in love/crushing

Im talking giggly, wiggly, ramp up the funny guy act by 10 (at first, he does chill out the longer the crush lasts/the more he’s around them/the more developed the relationship is)

Mixes up words a lot and says lots of goofy shit, esp when trying to be punny AND flirty, his poor brain can’t always keep up

Heartfelt/over the top romantic, gets pretty cheesy

Cheesy is honestly core staple of his personality, you have to love laughing and having fun to be with him for sure because that’s what fills most of your days together if you’re with him

Is a tickle monster, uses it to his advantage to get more cuddles and/or kisses in And make his partner laugh

If he thinks something about him turns his partner/crush on/they like that about him will go out of his way to try and show off even after getting together. Like his arms? Will tie down the top half of his suit and claim to be hot while working.. when its super cold lol - not subtle at all, plays dumb when teased about it

Dishes it out way harder than he can take it, is a bit of a baby if teased too much- will deny at all costs. Still tells you if it was a good burn tho later on

#shachi one piece #shachi headcannons #shachi x reader #shachi x you #just some light hearted silly sfw hc #he is THE biggest goofball ever I love him he's my stinky lil gremlin okay #will marry him #only sharing w Mandie and anyone who truly appreciates him!!! #stop putting his worth below peng bbs im so sad bout that #HE IS FUCKABLE!!!! #there's more to this but I decided to sort them better bc I got filth to write #sorry I forgot to post yesterday I drafted this on accident #ope #requests are opennnn if anyone wants more shachi content <<33 art dump coming tonight or in morning!! #unhinged writing #sfw #sfw hc #sfw but mdni #thank you #heed my banner buddies!!! adults only here please!

[partyswirl]

False alarm for the gooieducks thing

just posting this cause people were rbing my post it was a glitch with me specifically cause console is glitchy, im now crashing much less. dont wanna spread misinfo oopsies

it might have been an issue with how many creature interactions were happening at once cause i was in subterranean, now im in sunken pier and I haven’t crashed yet and am lagging much less

so it was a false alarm but i think being in the same room as your slup while it eats takes some amount of processing which probably pushed my already weirded out game to the edge.

still dont know why the crash was so strange usually it exits me out of the game and is like “oops an error occured9 but for this one i had to actually turn off the console which is weird

also i had a weird glitch with a flashbang earlier so that certainly wasnt helping loading

console slups are weird

more stuff to know under cut, mostly glitches ive encountered incase you want to know them a lot of them have to do with either gourm or slips.

didnt mean to write this long but apparently i am rain world technical difficulties georg

pipeyard slups

sleeping in pipeyard yeets your slups so if you find a slugpup in pipeyard/already have a slugpup and enter pipeyard, either try to move out of the region same cycle or dont get attatched to the sluppy. i havent seen this issue in any other region yet but be careful

gourm wall clipping

maybe this is an individual thing as well but sometimes i clip into the wall as gourmand when im going through a pipe. i dont know why. it’s only happened in outskirts so far but idk. each time ive had my slup on my back and they come out unscathed so thats good.

id just keep walking to the side opposite where i shouldve come out of the pipe, and threw the spear and rock i was holding and i’d come out the other side most of the time so yea

time travel is bad

if you remember my time travelling thing yea be careful of time travel. if the region changes significantly during the timeline and you havent been to its updated state, DONT PASSAGE THERE.

it will send you to the state you’ve already seen, not the updated place. go to an adjacent region instead and then travel by foot there and it should be fine.

i got stuck in glitched shoreline and my spear is in purgatory yet unless i reset its playthrough or somehow achieve another passage or escape normally which is really hard as spear cause theres not a lot they can eat lol. also it crashes a lot as well

slup wall clipping

ive had a couple instances where either my sluppy somehow clips into the wall or goes into the pipe and disappears.

this also happened on gourm, might be a subterannean issue, it happened multiple times when i was going into the room with the monster kelp that has the scavenger toll to the upper left. either die to restart w your pup or theyll just be gone not much you can do from my observation

slup centipedes

not a glitch but if your sluppy wont grab baby centipedes alive sometimes theyll still eat them if theyre dead. spear it first and throw the dead centipede at them, maybe theyll eat it. try a few times. probably the same for noots. also sluppies will die to shocks from adolescent centipedes so b careful with those.

slup shelter

forst off, just because a slup spawned in a shelter does not mean it has eaten. sluppies will not have eaten on their first cycle so you have to feed them or let them have a starve cycle.

also sometimes if you walk into a shelter at full food it will instantly close not giving your slup time to follow you in.

if you close the game before you can fall asleep it will count as a death and send you back to the last shelter. i believe this is the only way to not just get your slup basically disappeared

dropwig gourm yeet

dont try to do the thing where you run past dropwigs and then stab them backwards as gourm. for some reason dropwigs are more likely to hit gourm, bigger hitbox??

and they yeet me into the stratosphere like 90% of the time, and stunned the whole time they just insta grab you after and it’s game over. they also seem to instakill me more often as gourm but that’s probably bad luck. anyway dropwig alley (the outskirts place) is way more dangerous soo yea

rain world on switch is super broken and weird

#rainworld #rain world #rw downpour #rain world downpour #rainworld downpour #hey main tags.. twirls hair look how bronken i make game.. #for serious though it’s just a list of negative glitches to avoid. skim it if u want #the first one under cut i think is the most common and msot frustrating imo #but if i ever find fixes for these glitches or ways to avoid them i’ll update ya’ll.. into the glitch tunnels. the glitch trenches #rambles

[waywardsalt]

on my knees gripping my head hnngggg i thought abt bellumbeck too hard

tag ramblings are fun and on brand but i have too many disorganized thoughts and tags are limiting.

anyways thinking too hard abt him is an extremely good and fun thing but i cannot draw the way i wish and can't really put my thoughts into fic form so this is very much going to be a fun ramble.

bellumbeck drives me insane we all know this. he showed up in my dream last night as of writing this sentence so he is on my mind, which is surprising bc fictional stuff doesn't usually show up coherently in my dreams but there it was.

it's so incredibly fun to think about bellumbeck. he's such a black sheep of a loz final boss, there really isnt another loz final boss like him in concept or even in 1:1 tone imo. it's so fun to take bellumbeck incredibly darkly seriously.

to be fair bellumbeck is kind of objectively a fairly dark and disturbing final boss on a conceptual level, and it's not really out of nowhere since phantom hourglass has at least a little darkness running through it even if the general tone of the game doesn't really acknowledge or take advantage of it. but if you think about it hard enough even without getting into post-game speculation in regards to what happens with linebeck, bellumbeck is kind of a dark boss and it's great. full on screen demonic possession of a major character with most of the cast incapacitated and link isolated with no escape on the ruins of the ghost ship that started everything and facing a boss that is constantly facing him and both someone he's been with the whole adventure and also the creature that's captured his friends and killed who knows how many people.

it's so oooouuuugghhhh it's so much fun to think about bellumbeck even though it's such a short encounter. it's so... the mystery around bellum, the way linebeck is built up throughout the game and saves link directly before getting possessed, the fucking on-screen vaguely violent possession (i am forever obsessed with the way bellum grabs and tugs on his arms), the way ciela is captured early into the fight, too, the first companion character you meet and, if you had her equipped, it leaves you without a fairy that follows your cursor around for the first time all game, it's very... congrats you and your friends are at rock bottom! good luck getting everyone out of there alive!!!!

of course it's not quite that because this game is geared a bit more towards younger players, but still keeps those streaks of darkness and complexity just simply because they're inevitable parts of this story and it's characters. bellumbeck. i'm talking about bellumbeck. what a soulsborne-ass final boss, huh?

there's only so much a ds game can do in terms of boss animations, but i think a lot about more complicated movements and animations for bellumbeck, so, so much character can be communicated through a boss's animations. in my mind, i enjoy bellumbeck movements with an emphasis on puppet-like flourishes and mannerisms, and an emphasis on weight with how he fights. these two go very well together, and its something i love imagining.

with the latter, an emphasis on weight, would ideally focus on the sword (and im a fan of it being this huge greatsword, reading berserk got me around to liking it because you can do that really well) and how it has to be used one-handed, with bellumbeck leveraging his own weight against it and taking advantage of momentum to use it especially effectively to turn link into a little green and red smear on the wood. attacks blending into each other as he builds up momentum, and using that weight primarily against link, who is a small opponent who relies on rolling around and can’t really stack up at all in terms of brute force.

i imagine this kind of physicality and movement would lend itself very well to bellumbeck also having more puppet-like movements, being a little too tugged-along by his attacks but still retaining his footing, his free arm being just a little too limp a little too often, and his leaning away from his sword side, likely with the intention to properly balance himself out, looks off with how his head lolls unnaturally to that side. the puppetry effect lessens as the fight wears on and bellum gets the hang of the body he’s using, but never actually goes away since he’s not looking to act properly human anyways.

just like... movement flourishes and details that could add a whole lot to the overall experience of bellumbeck that i think about often.

#bellumbeck #loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #salty talks #do you see my vision. do you understand what im getting at here. i need bellumbeck to be a bit scarier #this is. EXTREMELY inspired by my recent elden ring kick. bellumbeck would fit in really well as a soulsborne boss #removing the fact that he only takes damage from one spot. i think you could really easily translate the bellumbeck boss into soulsborne #a few zelda bosses would work really well with soulsborne combat and another one is ww ganondorf #i dont think abt it often but i do love what game animations can convey and i think its like. the way elden ring works has me more #carefully watching game animations bc if i dont learn to recognize them then i die yknow #idk if ill tag linebeck or bellum but maybe not bc this is mostly just a bellumbeck post #technically in a sense theyre both tagged. whatever #‘bellumbeck’s design is a little off/silly’ cool heres how you lean into it. also read berserk. dont read berserk actually #find something else about a guy with a huge sword being taken seriously

[souryogurt64]

sour how do you feel about fob’s music post-hiatus vs pre-hiatus? also how do you feel about the shift in their public image as well as the shift in their fan base between these time periods? i find the way they seemed to be perceived as a band and as people pre-haitus vs post-hiatus really intriguing and would love to hear your thoughts on it

interestingly i think i used to absolutely adore folie and tttyg when i was younger like i think a lot of teens do, but i feel like my taste has changed now and those albums are probably some of my least favorites (though i love all of it, lol). i will say headfirst slide is one of the greatest songs theyve ever put out and is definitely in my top 5, i think tttyg is charming and very solid but it feels a bit more repetitive now that im older. im gonna get shot for this but i think some of the musical styles on folie have become less appealing to me as i have aged

ioh and cork tree are obviously amazing, i think everyone agrees on that and i have a tough time picking between the two

personally right now i think save rock and roll is their best album, i think its one of the strongest lyrically if not the strongest. save rock and roll was also what introduced me to fall out boy so maybe im biased but at this point in my life i really think its their best album, the lyrics are absolutely incredible and i feel like the way the artist features meld with the record thematically is really impressive and the ybc thing they did was really amazing in my opinion, i feel like people dont appreciate it as much anymore because i believe its age restricted on youtube now

i think abap is one of their weaker albums in terms of lyrics to be honest, i feel like the two biggest songs were reliant on a sample and something another girl wrote/sang and the album was also short. its still very solid and very catchy but it felt a bit underwhelming because of that. it was also extremely, extremely overplayed when i was in high school, so that might be part of why i dislike it, and it is their worst album art by far.

mania i think is interesting, i didnt like it at first and i do think it has its shortcomings (its short, they did scrap and rewrite it on a short timeframe) and is definitely experimental but it has some really amazing songs-- i think last of the real ones is one of the best theyve ever put out. its by no means their worst album. i do not think young and menace should have been the lead single, i think that turned basically everyone off to the album and i remember i actually cried in the bathroom at school when it came out. i think if last of the real ones had been the lead the reception would have been very different. however, the visuals for the album on their tour as well as the cover and the merch/promo they did is some of the best ive ever seen. i also loved loved loved dear future self

i do think their public image shift is interesting--andy used to widely be considered to sleep around a lot but my generation kind of views him as a wholesome teddy bear, lol, and pete has been very successful at rehabbing his image haha. patrick and joe i think are more or less the same but when i was a teenager literally everyone acted like patrick did not know what sex was, which was a bit weird, and i think that was exclusive to like 2013-2016 bandom

BTW i think my top 5 songs ever in no particular order is just one yesterday, last of the real ones, headfirst slide, hum hallelujah, and then.... im not sure

[ripplestitchskein]

Hi I hope it’s okay to ask you this. I was wondering if you would share what you had planned for the ending of Whether We Wake or Sleep. Not in like a nagging way just because it’s one of my favorite fanfics and I’m curious about how you were going to end it. Anything you’re comfortable sharing I’d love to hear. Thank you!

Omfg Nonnie I’m so sorry I didn’t see this message until now checking another message. I feel so fucking bad, I hope you are still out there!

Im torn because I don’t want to leave people hanging on it, it’s been so many years and I want to finish it but my brain has moved so far beyond that place I’m not sure I could even do it anymore. The characters voices might not be in my head anymore. But I still kinda wanna try. I loved it so much and it was such a huge part of my life and I didn’t get even to the scene that started it all 😭.

But you have been beautifully patient so I’ll share what I had so far, and who knows maybe I’ll take some time soon to finish it up! I hate leaving it unfinished, it was one of my favorite stories. I doubt I’ll finish my other OUAT WIPs but this one was super special to me. We were just a few chapters away and I still know everything I wanted to do.

I’m going to post the last scene of Chapter 9 and what I had so far for Chapter 10 below as a gift for your lovely feedback and being so patient, but based on other messages it was awhile ago. I’ll see what I can do about wrapping this story up. Please forgive me 🙏🏻.

The Chapter 10 snippet (it’s only a few hundreds words) comes after the *********.

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Graham.

He looked exactly as she remembered him. The light curl of his hair. The dusting of stubble along his jaw. The way he stood, sure of himself but apart from the world. It was like being hit by a wave, a swift rush of emotion and awe jolting her physically just seeing him again, pulled into the undertow. For a moment she forgot herself, staring openly across the tavern at this walking ghost, at a relic from the past. Killian nudged her with his arm, and she turned back, ducking into the safety of her hood, her heart beating a rapid tattoo in her ears. They were well hidden in the shadows of the corner, but Graham was not alone, flanked on either side by two bored looking Black Knights acting as escort.

“I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” Killian muttered. He downed the foul ale in one long gulp. It was his third.He had been surly, his face dark and shadowed, since he had returned to their room the previous evening. He had lain next to her in their shared bed without argument this time, turning his back to her without a word, though if he actually slept she couldn’t tell. He’d had no nightmares this time, his breathing steady next to her the entire night. She couldn’t blame him, she understood completely, her own nerves raw and frayed, anxiety pooling in her stomach. You never realized how long the night was when you had to wait for it to pass.

“Yes,” Emma whispered, sneaking another glance. “That’s him.” He was still at the bar, his face solemn and expressionless, but polite, collecting a handful of coins from the innkeeper with a nod.

“Alright then.” Killian put the empty tankard down with a bit more force than necessary. “I’ll distract the guards, see if you can get his attention.” He rose.

“Don’t,” Emma said, panicking. She reached out, grabbing his hand. “Wha-What do I do?”

The smirk he gave her was more of a forced sneer than anything, a flash of teeth, as he pulled his hand away. A fresh stab of hurt had her wincing as he backed away from her like she had burned him.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something Swan,” he said with that horrible false sort of cheer that only made it worse. “It’s True Love!” It was like he had slapped her. Another physical blow of pain that rocked her where she sat.

Killian turned on his heel and crossed the bar. Emma watched him anxiously, torn, and unsure of what to do. She didn’t want this. It hurt too much. She didn’t want to see Graham. But she desperately wanted to see him again at the same time. She didn’t want to cause Killian pain but this plan left her little choice in the matter. This wasn’t right. To be fucked with by some higher unknown destiny this way.

Graham had turned away, walking towards the door. He was leaving. She was about to miss her chance.

“Your story,” Emma whispered to herself. “It’s your story.” She was a bounty hunter. She had been through similar scenarios before. If she couldn’t sort out her own feelings she could at least do that. Pretend he was just like any other skip. This was just another job. Someone she needed to capture.

She leapt to her feet, just as Killian threw himself bodily into another man, at another table, sending half full cups of alcohol and bowls of the same greasy stew from the day before to the floor. Killian gave a slurred apology, playing the drunk with practiced ease, and clumsily went to pick up the discarded dishes, only to drop them again. The man he’d fallen into bellowed in outrage, cursing him and the Black Knights turned at the commotion, amused at the drunken lout. One stepped forward with a good natured chuckle to break it up.

Emma slipped past, her eyes trained on the floor, head turned to the side. She focused on the pair of soft brown boots that were leaving the tavern, apparently not interested in drunken bar fights. She increased her speed, the sunlight bright as she followed him out into square.

Graham was just ahead of her, apparently having no issue leaving his men behind as he moved to tuck away the small purse of gold he’d taken from the bar keep. Emma picked up her pace. And rammed right into his back.

The purse fell to the ground, tiny discs of gold rolling out of it into the dirt.

“Oh gosh,” Emma exclaimed, her voice high and breathless. “I didn’t see you there I am so sorry.” She followed him down to her knees. “Let me help you sir.”

“No, no need. I got it.”

Emma’s breath caught at the sound of that voice. So familiar. The accent thick, not friendly but not angry either. Resigned. She looked up, her mouth dry as she finally took him in fully. His eyes were not the same, she thought. Less open. Duller somehow. He glanced at her briefly as he gathered the coins. “Be a bit more careful, eh?” He said.

Her heart sank a bit. There was no flash of recognition. No grand romantic spark. No bolt of lightning. Just an act of clumsiness and a polite dismissal. Emma checked that off mentally. Made note of it. She wasn’t one prone to romanticized notions, so she wasn’t quite sure why, but it seemed important.

“I-I actually wanted to talk to you,” Emma stuttered. He did look at her with interest now, and more than a hint of suspicion.

“Me? What about?” The last of the gold collected he rose to his feet, reaching down to help her up with brusque efficiency. Emma looked at his hand for a long moment and then placed her own inside it.

Nothing. She didn’t know what she’d expected. His hand was warm, the skin roughened softness from labor, but nothing more than that, and gone as soon as she was back on her feet. She made another mental check.

“I-um-I,” Emma cursed herself. She was better than this. “I just, saw you in the bar, and I wanted to introduce myself.” She said finally, lowering her voice in a way she hoped was interested without coming across too strong. She should know this, she thought. She should know him. What he would like, what he wouldn’t. Her mind came up blank.

Graham just stared at her expectantly, more than a bit impatient.

“I’m Mary,” Emma said finally. “Mary Margaret.”

“Nice to meet you Mary Margaret. If you’ll excuse me though, I’ve a lot of stops to make,” he gave his pocket a pat where the coins jingled. “It’s collection day.”

“I know, I know, I just wanted to talk to you,” Emma rushed. She glanced behind her at the tavern entrance, unsure of how much time Killian could buy her.

“About?” Graham asked. His brow furrowed, scanning her face. “I know you-” he said, trying to work out if he actually did, more of a question than an absolute.

Emma’s heart stopped. He knew her. Did that mean-?

“You’re the girl on the poster. The one the Queen is looking for,” Graham’s voice was rising in alarm, his eyes darting back towards the tavern. He reached out, grabbing her arm.

“No,” Emma jerked back. “That’s not-” she pulled harder but Graham was strong. There was a reason he was chosen to be Sheriff. “That’s not what I need to talk to you about. It’s a misunderstanding. A great big misunderstanding, I just need to-” Graham had a good grip now.

“I don’t want to take you in,” He was saying apologetically. “I don’t have a choice. I have to do as she orders.”

“No you don’t,” Emma said, desperate now. This wasn’t going well at all. As far as meet cutes went this was turning into a disaster. “I just need to talk to you.”

“You can talk all you like on the way to the palace,” Graham said. He was pulling her arms behind her back now, fully in arrest mode. Emma couldn’t get them free, boots sliding across the dirt as he dragged her bodily back towards the tavern and the waiting Black Knights. Back to Regina and her dungeon, a burning pyre and the end of this entire horrible journey.

Emma sucked in a deep breath and blurted out the only thing she could think of, the only way she knew of to get his attention. The only way she knew this might work out. Perhaps she could save herself and an innocent man at the same time.

“I want to help you get your heart back.”

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Graham’s grip loosened in surprise at her words, and Emma used the opportunity to dart away. She didn’t run. She stepped just out of reach, holding her hands up in supplication.

“Yeah, I know about that,” she said. Her feet moved across the packed earth, and they circled each other for a moment. Graham narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but she could see the warring emotion in them, the surprise and the tiny spark of hope that flitted across his face.

“How?” He asked, his voice soft. His hand moved unconsciously up, brushed his chest and dropped again. “How could y’know that?”

“I’ll explain everything,” Emma said. Her gaze darted back to the tavern. “But not here. I want to help you, to-,” she felt her throat constrict. “-to save you. But I can’t do that if you take me in.”

“The Queen-” he tried again, and took a step towards her.

“Never gave you a direct order to capture me,” Emma said following his movement with a step back of her own. It was more a guess than any kind of factual knowledge. She had no idea how far reaching Regina’s control was of his heart. No idea of what he could be made to do. “So you don’t have to do anything. I’m just asking you to hear me out.”

Graham opened his mouth for a moment, considering, and a small flare of triumph rose in her stomach. He frowned, gauging his own reaction, testing his limits. No, she realized. Testing Regina’s limits.

“There is a difference between being a slave and being a puppet,” Emma said. She saw him draw in a sharp breath. “You are still in control, Graham.”

“I am-” he let the thought trail off. “Who are you?” His gaze swept her, and she was almost sad she was hidden behind a glamour. If he could see her would it matter? Would he recognize her even though they had yet to meet? Would he somehow just know her? Connected by something greater than recognition, more powerful than acquaintance, could he see her through all the magic and deception?

“I’m-” Emma had no idea how to respond. “-a friend?” Her hesitation over the word made his expression sharpen with suspicion.

“I can explain it all, I promise.” She darted another glance at the tavern. She could feel her brief window of opportunity slipping away. “I’ll meet you. Firefly Hill, tonight. Midnight.”

That was the place Killian had suggested she tell Graham to meet her. It was a few miles or so away, far enough from the village they would be alone, away from the threat of Black Knights, isolated enough for a private conversation but close enough to reach on foot with relative ease. A neutral ground. A safe place, to do...whatever she needed to do.

Killian couldn’t help his sneer at the time she’d suggested, his eyes colder and further away than she had ever seen them.

“A kiss at midnight,” he had said softly. “How poetic. Just like a fairy story.”

He was building walls. She could recognize that as easily as looking in a mirror. He was shutting himself away. That had almost broken her. Emma shook the thoughts away, determined now as she has been then, and focused on the man in front of her. The man she was supposed to be thinking about.

She might not be able to control anything about this situation, she might not know how she felt about him, but she could at least try to save him. If nothing else, perhaps Graham Humbert or The Huntsman, or whoever he truly was, could live. Perhaps she could right one injustice.

“If you don’t like what I have to say you can bring me to The Queen. I won’t resist.”

Graham just stood there, confused and torn. She took heart that he had made no further move to apprehend her. He rubbed the spot on his chest again and frowned.

“Will you meet me?” She asked, half a whisper, half a plea.

Graham met her eyes full on, and Emma felt a jolt, a twisting in her gut that she couldn’t identify. It was tinged with guilt, with sorrow, and she had to swallow around the lump in her throat. “Please.”

“Aye.” He whispered. “I’ll meet you.”

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“They really meant the Hill part didn’t they?” Emma groaned, her breathing labored as she crested the last rise of what she was sure was a small mountain. Killian was just ahead of her, already at the top, scouting.

“Alright there, Swan?” He asked, face pinched with concern. His hand went automatically for his satchel and Maleficent's potion within.

“I’m okay,” she wheezed waving him off. “Just not in as good a shape as I thought.”

He took a flask out instead, handing it to her. She eyed it for a second.

“Just water,” he gave her a flash of teeth that could be a smile, all without actually letting his eyes land on her. He had been doing that for hours, looking at her without looking at her. It was maddening and it hurt, but she pushed it away.

Save Graham. The rest could be sorted out later.

#wwwos #captain swan #whether we wake or aleep #cs fanfic #Nonnie #anonymous #one day

[divorcingjimmatthews]

season 2 episode 5 reactions as i watch

huge spoilers obviously

(this is mostly for myself to have somewhere to scream as i go, its LONG AF youve been warned)

RANDALL IS SCARING ME SO MUCH LIKE PLEASE DONT BANG ON STUFF WHAT IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY MAKE THE TALISMAN FALL I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK WITH THIS SCENE. RANDALL STOP STOP STOP YOURE GOING TO DIE DUDE

(straight up cant watch the rest of the episode because i paused it and cant bring myself to unpause lmaooo. from ends here for me i guess)

ok its over thank god

JADE STOP DRINKING SOMEONE HELP THIS MAN. hes even sleeping with the fucking journal like please he needs 20 interventions

also dammit he actually moved to the bar i accidentally manifested it LMAO

can the show please stop torturing this man with the hallucinations please and thank you

TABITHA IS IN MAMA WOLF MODE LETS GO

boyd defending sara... knowing what happened to his wife and what she did... oh man. this hurts. knowing tabitha also lost a child before turns the intensity of all this to eleven millions

LMAO ok someone calling tabitha out for her basement hole and its consequences at long last. i love tabitha but like it has to be acknowledged

"That part i cant help you with" dang Good Line

honestly cant even imagine how sara is feeling i dont know what id be doing in her situation like just watching it stresses me so much.

ETHAN BABY :'(((( im sobbing

KRISTI IS SO PRETTY oh my god i am so bisexual right now. she cant just do this. the shirtttt. i think im seeing the sweetest and most beautiful woman in the world

dhsjfhsh marielle doing the same thing with the shirt that i had the reader do in my fic i cant even

"For a long time it smelled like you. Now it just smells" i laughed so hard

"Youre still you" 🥺

SARA GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU TRYING TO GET K oh yeah wait she probably is

oh its her house ok god i thought she'd gone to the matthews'

NEW HOUSE WHO DIS

cant belive an extra got one of the few houses this is so funny to me for no reason

this scene gosh. ouch. ouch. im taking 2 damage per second watching this episode

JADE. the bottles. jade my beloved this is point of no return level stuff. mrs Liu please come get him home

VICTOR

victoooor

"You dont look good" im losing it

thank you victor

victor 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love him. the sweetest

JADE IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU DONT BE LIKE THISSS

"WAIT" i fucking cant i love this man

"This took me all fucking night" jade never stop being the funniest mf on the planet please

jim calling tabitha tabby is so sweet it got me

"Faith. In you" oh boy. Oh man. Oh boy oh man. This scene. How is this show hitting every singe fucking note.

donna brought up abby omgomg

OK BUT CAN YOU BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO FIND AN ALTERNATIVE THIS TIME

(maybe)

(arghhhh this is so hard)

"only monsters live in the woods" ethan i love everything you say. go my boy

(sara voice) okay

"The trees theyre changing" i love how victor is 100% harmless but could NOT be any more ominous lmaooo

CAR GRAVEYARD

"When i was alone i moved the cars because i didnt want to see them. Theres a lot more behind the rocks but those were already here" GODDAMMIT

no but victor is literally the sweetest man on earth. you were rightfully angry victor !! jade now you apologise.

"okay" ill kill him

victor sitting on the car 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im going to cry

what a scene. my god.

SARA HAS ONLY BEEN THERE FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS?

"Do you live here in town" ELGIN i love you

poor julie if she knew her crush is out there flirting with the local murderer

"I like what i like and i like owls" based. thats me writing 300 jade posts per day

oh boy this scene (me about every scene)

"THAT PART ALWAYS SEEMED A BIT LIKE WISHFUL THINKING TO ME" im. ill be processing for 3 years

"Did you do something that needs forgiving?" elgin my sweet boy

jim rightly proud of his badass kid

"you put hate inside me" :'(

is she gonna give her her stuff damn shes too nice

a part of me is feeling like shes gonna smash it tho lmao

SORRY FOR DOUBTING YOU MRS LIU

i am starting to assume that everyone forgot about tobey so jade is never even gonna know that it was sara lmao

KENNY

oh my god kenny

im hurt seeing him so hurt

TOWNSPEOPLE CAN WE GIVE KENNY A BREAK OVER HERE PLEASE WHAT R U STARING AT HES VERY RIGTHFULLY MAD HE HAS EVERY RIGHT

oh elgin

elgin youre too sweet

elginnnnn

everyones gonna hate you elgin 😭😭😭 i am suffering for you

KRISTI BECAME EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS NOT A DRILL

now please do jade

"KRISTI WHERE ARE YOU GOING BABY STOP"

KRISTI NO NO NOOOOOO

i love her so much

"People liked him, then he changed" dont do this to me

"I am at the end of my rope" oh god

TABITHA??????

holy fucking shit im going to die of heart attack

this doesnt have captions i dont know what the creepy ghost children are saying

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING I WISHED TABITHA AND JADE WOULD INTERACT AND LOOK AT THIS NOW

i knew jim would not vote box lets goo

BOYD WHY

Randall ????

OKAY that tabitha and marielle scene from last episode was bothering me so much i cant believe i didnt think of this

what an episode my god

[pey-up]

Ok i am ✨️very✨️ nervous but @daniswatching peer pressured me to post it so here we aree yayy

I wrote williams childhood because i was bored lets goo (ill reblog w elaboration later✨️ i made sibling oc's so ill give mini things for they)

⚠️Some content warnings⚠️

Gore, blood, animal death, and theres none in this chapter but in future ones there might be domestic and child abuse depicted im not sure if ill keep it though :)

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June's awful. William thinks spitefully. It's hot and sticky and sweaty. The worst part is break. There's nothing to do but sit by the road and watch the passing cars.

SCREEECH

He turns and pulls himself up, walking over to the sight. A squirrel, just bearly longer than his arm lay on the road. Quiet, still, and bloodied. He scoops it up, blood dripping onto his purple sweater.

Budump

He jumps, and almost drops it. It's still breathing. Its heart thumps against his arm.

Budump.

What to do with it? He can't just leave it here. It's in pain! He looks at its pathetic face one last time before running over to his house.

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There's lots of trees in Utah. It's much warmer than England, though he doesn't have much memory of it. They had moved when he was quite younger after all. He starts off on a walk, but it quickly escalates into a sprint into the wooded area behind the neighborhood. He checks to see if anyones out before disappearing into the towering trees. The leafs leave smallish cracks in the sky, letting sunlight leak in from above. Leaves and just-too-tall blades of grass brush against his exposed ankles. Blood has leaked out all over his arms by now, he rolls up his sleeves and crouches down to the ground. What is he going to do? There's really only one option. He can't leave it here, to be eaten by animals fighting over its corpse. No. No that's too cruel. Should he be cruel? Perhaps not, he should get rid of it. Eliza could help nurse it back to health... oh but father would shout at him for the bloody mess. He rises from the dirt, shadow covering his eyes. One option. He had kept pushing it off, but it's the best one. He grabs a heavy rock, the biggest one he can possibly carry (which isn't very big, it'll be a slow death, but it's better than what it already had... right?) It's sharp on one edge, which hopefully is good. He pins the squirrel to the ground with one hand and slams the rock into its head. Over and over again. Over and over again. Over and over again.

You don't realize how much blood is in one animal until you're covered in it. The animal is long dead by now. A car's break screeching, as another had only a few minutes ago, breaks him out of his trance. He drops the rock and tumbles back. What on Earth is he doing? It's dead. It's been dead. Was it's heart ever beating? Or was it his sick twisted mind giving him an excuse to bash its head in. He gasps. What is he going to do with the body? Isn't murder a crime? He just killed something. He digs his nails in the dirt. His hands are shaking, but he forces himself to push through.

Once he has a decent sized hole, and hands so bloody he can't tell what's from him and what's from Rodney. (He named it, Rodney sounded like a proper good name.) He shoves the corpse in, and burrys it, he stomps on the dirt to pack it in and falls to the ground. Tears overwhelm his eyes, blinding him for a moment before he coughs and vomits, rushing to the right. Hands shaking still, blood covered, already disheveled looking, and sobbing he walks to the edge of the wooded area.

He uses a cleaner part of his sleeve and wipes his face clean from tears. Looking up and down the streets, luckily no one else is out and about like him. A sound startles him before he realizes its coming from him. He's laughing, a sick and emotionless sound. Maybe he did enjoy it. Did he? He can't tell. Possibly.

-

The old wooden door creaks when pushed open by a dirt coved 10-year-old boy.

"Andrew?"

"William," He replies.

"Oh. Tell your sister she needs to come down and help make dinner soon." His mother, never making eye contact or even looking his way scrubs the dishes clean with a cloth.

"Ok, Mother." She continues her cleaning and he passes down the hall.

"And tell your brother to get off that damn phone, he's been calling his girlfriend all day." She mumbles something else. Probably best he didn't hear that last part.

"Which one?"

"Hm?"

"Which brother?"

"Which one do you think?" She spits. He crawls upstairs, leaning into the first door on the right. First floor up from the ground floor, he turns and shouts into the doorway.

"Vinny! Mum says to get off the phone!" He doesn't let himself become visible from Vincent's perspective, he knows that his brother wouldn't let him go if he was spotted all dirty and bloody.

"Oh ok-" He shouts back, his accent just as clear as Williams. "I'll be back later J-" He adds softly.

"No you won't we have dinner- who's J? Is she your girlfriend? That's what Mum says."

"Mum doesn't know what she's talking about-" And just to Williams suprise, and fear Vincent walks over to the doorway to shoo him off. Caught red handed, he gasps. "Jesus fucking Christ..." He whispers. "Will, what fucking happened?" All joking and lighthearted teasing has been lost, as has the color from Vincents face."I- the car- Ro- he-"

"Oh." He's picked up and brought a few doors down. He's tired, and trying so hard not to cry. Once he's set down a few minutes later, he struggles to keep his eyes open. He sees Vincent going through his dresser, before finally finding a shirt and pants. "Put these on, I'll wash these in the morning." His voice is softer, and quieter than usually. Will is thankful, and gets dressed quickly.

"The hell are you two doing?"

"Nunya, what do you want?" Brown hair in her face, Eliza stands in the doorway. Vincent walks up and meets her at it.

"Oh Eliza, Mum wants you to help her cook soon," He says, pulling a new sweater over his shirt. She lets out a heavy sigh.

"I'll be down soon, Mum!" She shouts while running down the hall, practically jumping down the stairs. The two sigh breaths of relief.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" Vincent says, turning to William. His grey eyes stare harshly at him, it's a family trait. His brother returns the favor, glaring ungratefully.

"Are you going to tell me about your girlfriend?"

"Touchè."

"I don't even know what that means." He replies, mirroring the energy thrown at him. Vincent's red-brown hair spikes infront of his eyes, messy and untamed. He's lanky, tall and skinny, though, so is William for his age. The walls of Williams shared room are a, you guessed it, sad grey color. More of a blue varation, but certainly grey. They had been meaning to paint it for a while now, work and other things just got in the way of it over and over again. They continue their staring contest before a familar, and frightingly so door clicks. Fathers home.

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All i have for right now! I hope it was good!!!! Im very nervous haha :')

#Fic #Fanfic #Fnaf fic #Fnaf #William afton #Writing #Tw blood #Tw gore #Tw animal death #Tw domestic abuse #Tw child abuse #<for later just in case #Oc #Fnaf oc #Afton family #Afton #Aftons

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

my friends are putting linda’s dad in my brain lately so i’m going to blame them despite linda’s dad always living in my brain all the time every day. anyway im putting him in a cupboard with herc for a bit

A line check is an inevitability for any line captain; it’s not that Herc is surprised by it at all. Or that he’s unprepared; he studies, and despite his little habit of making Linda do a lot of things ‘for the practice,’ he is pretty sure he still knows how to fly a plane after all these years. Nor is it that Herc hasn’t been expecting a line check, either—they weren’t to go more than a year and a half without one, and he is due. He’d merely noticed the little code scheduling had put beside a brief trip and the absence of Linda (who’d, as usual, bid with him for it), sighed, and went about his day.

Having been a line captain for long enough, Herc had indulged in maybe half a thought as to who the check airman would be, before shrugging it off and forgetting about the whole affair until he had rolled up to Bristol (his and Linda’s still-quite-new domicile), signed in, and was given a very vertigo-inducing greeting in a briefing room by Linda Fairbairn if Linda Fairbairn had, that morning, woken up in her newly acquired ground-floor converted flat as a middle-aged man with glasses and a mustache.

As soon as Herc gets in his seat next to the airline Chief Pilot, lead line check airman, and father of his favorite coworker, he resolves to never again take that little three-number code beside any of his trips for granted.

The take-off goes as usual; the post-takeoff checks are started and completed with ease. Herc’s stomach, however, is nowhere near that state; so much of how Captain Fairbairn acts seems to parallel his daughter—or, well, wouldn’t that be the other way around, Linda matching her father’s mannerisms? How much of that was nature and how much of it was nurture? Was that little side-to-side head rock they both did to stretch out their necks before the takeoff roll something she had copied from him, or did she come out of Mrs Fairbairn’s womb doing that?

Fairbairn had made no comment on the performance as they ascended to cruising altitude; Herc had done all the right checklist items, turned off the seatbelt signs, then undid his own shoulder straps only when he spotted his superior doing so out of the corner of his eye.

They sit, now, side-by-side, Herc on his second cup of coffee and Captain Fairbairn thoughtfully nursing a cup of tea brought by one of the flight attendants, who had fairly glowed under his genuine ‘Thank you.’

(Herc wonders if Captain Fairbairn’s mother must have made some deal with the sun, for him to leave everything he touched with warmth.)

From Herc’s many years of experience, cruise could lay bare either the commonalities or the sheer irreconcilability of a pair of pilots previously unmatched in a flightdeck—but this time is certainly… different.

He can’t really ask about his family, because—well, he’s even been to their house, a few months ago, where Captain Fairbairn’s younger siblings and Linda’s cousins had looked at him a little funny for maybe half a second, then shrugged and shouted for him to get into the group picture. Linda talks about her parents often; and Herc maybe knows more than a little too much about Captain Fairbairn’s only child.

Captain Fairbairn, however, spares Herc the need to initiate, and turns an affectionate smile on him that looks way too much like his daughter’s. “I know it’s probably not the greatest of circumstances under which to do it, but I do enjoy how scheduling’s lined up so that I’m able to catch up with you at last.” His voice doesn’t quite match his looks; it’s like the tessitura hasn’t quite got the message that it belongs to a Scottish airline veteran in his fifties. Clear and high. “How have things been going for you, Herc? I know the last time we spoke…you weren’t feeling your best. I do hope things are better now.”

The divorce. Well, he isn’t sure why he’s forgotten that Captain Fairbairn knows about it; it’s why he’d invited him to the Christmas party, after all. Maybe the divorce had been more his fault than hers, because, well, he hadn’t been one to stay, all those times before—still, a divorce wasn’t a pleasant thing to go through for either party, most of the time: the paperwork, the resentful looks, and—all that.

Herc almost goes for a shrug, but realizes he should probably make the effort to respond to what is effectively his boss. “Things are,” he says resolutely, as much to convince himself as it is to put a positive spin on things. “The reassignment—I think the newness of it has made the worst of it easier to bear.”

Captain Fairbairn nods, solemnly, and waits for him to continue, which Herc doesn’t expect; he flails for a response and lands on a question that slips from his lips without him really meaning for it to. “But, well, I’m just—I don’t really understand.” His superior tilts his head to one side in question, staring attentively at him. It’s another surprisingly Linda gesture; and it’s a little creepier than the other ones, since Captain Fairbairn’s eyes seem to match hers in shape, size, and color.

Herc looks away to make it easier. “I just,” he says to the instruments, then clears his throat. The question didn’t mean to come out. He’s almost embarrassed to say it—it’s not even out of his mouth yet and he knows it sounds really stupid, maybe even a little mean, but—he can’t just say Oh, it’s nothing and hope Captain Fairbairn will drop it. And it’s not just Captain Fairbairn, his boss; it’s Captain Fairbairn, his friend’s father, and—he has the feeling that just dismissing himself is not going to make this interaction end well. Yet, it sticks in his throat.

“What don’t you understand, Herc?” Captain Fairbairn asks, patiently, and Herc can’t hold it back any longer. Seems like he never can, with a Fairbairn in the seat next to him. The father and daughter both seem to be elixirs of truth, the way they tease it out from him.

“How you care,” he says quickly, to get it over with, and then realizes it could be worded a little better. “Why you’d care.”

If Captain Fairbairn thinks negatively of Herc’s question, he doesn’t show it; his utterly familiar face remains as placid and unbothered as ever. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You’re respected, and it’s deserved. Everyone speaks of you the way they’d speak of a myth. Your daughter tries to be like you in every way that matters and in all the ways that don’t. You and I have lived the same life of a pilot, but only one of us is still married. Only one of us has a family. Only one of us seems to have the capacity to stay. I betrayed a friend and I still get grief for it; do you think I don’t hear the whispers in the crew lounges? Do you think I don’t notice when people whisper that I’m taking advantage of your daughter because of what they’ve heard from someone who doesn’t even know me anymore?

“We could not be more different men,” Herc says, a little bluntly. But. “And I could learn far more from you than you could ever learn from me.”

“Do you know how old my daughter is?” Captain Fairbairn counters, though Herc’s not initially sure how it follows.

“Almost thirty,” he says, reflexively—shit, that’s got to look weird, the fact that he knows that about her—but his superior only nods.

“Right, she won’t be twenty-nine years old for much longer. Neither will my career as an Air Cal pilot.”

Herc raises an eyebrow.

“I’ve been flying for Cal for more than half my life at this point,” Captain Fairbairn continues frankly. “Been a check airman for maybe a quarter of my life. Chief Pilot, less than that. But the airline is still the same, more or less, as it was when I missed my first flight to watch my daughter take her first breaths.”

Herc nods, still not quite following.

“Cal is a family, Herc. You may be an Englishman, you may be our only direct hire in the millennium so far—but you’re part of it now. So,” and Captain Fairbairn’s tone takes on an air of serious finality. “Why wouldn’t I care?”

As usual for checkrides, Captain Fairbairn has Herc fly a visual landing into Frankfurt without instrument assistance; when they land and set up the aircraft for the next flight, for the new crew, he says lightly, “By the way, Herc—you can consider that a pass.”

#em writes #linda fairbairn extended universe #colin fairbairn #em can only write middle aged men talking part 39380389337