#rache REALLY fucking rambles

[lesbianlotties]

🦖 with ronance!

🦖and don't get me started on jurassic Park as a concept if they had just had some ENRICHMENT, sorry, sorry, you don't need to listen to me go on. I know it's annoy- why are you looking at me like that

“You want to rescue the demodogs?”

“Okay, I know it sounds crazy,” Robin said and raised her hands in a sign of surrender, “But don’t think about it as rescuing demodogs. Think about it as sabotaging a very fucked up zoo of the government in Hawkins.”

Nancy frowned and stared at Robin. This wasn’t what she expected when she shared with Robin her most recent discoveries on the questionable experiments on the Upside Down the goverment was developing.

“You… don’t like zoos?” Nancy asked. As a journalist, it wasn’t her most eloquent question. As someone with a helpless crush on a very oblivious, beautiful, clever, funny, and kind-hearted girl, it was the best Nancy could do.

“I mean, who does? Well, children do, most of them, probably, but theyy’re children, you know? They don’t know,” Robin said, launching herself into yet another uncontrollable rant. “But, like, you grow up, and you look at the zoo, and you see all these animales locked in those cages agianst their will? Sometimes a full ocean away from their natural habit! It’s unnatural. And that’s without even mentioning the cruel conditions and the abuse that goes on under the surface. The disgusting stuff that I’ve read about zoos management…”

Nancy nodded along to Robin’s speech and tried her hardest to focus on the words instead of Robin’s passionate blue eyes and the freckles in her cheeks. “Horrible, yes. Totally. Of course,” Nancy mumbled here and there, knowing Robin could easily keep up the conversation by herself. During a pause, not willing to give up the wonderful sound of Robin’s voice, Nancy encouraged her to keep talking by asking, “And you feel the same way, even though they’re demodogs?”

“Have you watched Jurassic Park?” Robin asked her, taking Nancy by surprise and not even waiting for an answer. “You know how it goes, man creates dinosaurs, dinosaurs eat man, woman inherits the earth. But first, they make the stupid park and things go wrong, because of course they go wrong, I mean, it’s a movie, you watch it to find out if they’ll survive the consequences of their own foolish mistakes, right? But, like, okay, they messed up making up some dinosaurs, but, come on, they didn’t even make the park functional! I mean, the entire concept was messed up! You can’t blame the dinosaurs. If only they’d had proper enrichment in their enclosures… Fuck,” Robin said suddenly and closed her eyes tightly for a moment before adding much more quietly, “I’m rambling, aren’t I? I know it’s so annoying and you didn’t ask for a full critique on Jurassic Park but… Nance, why are you looking at me like that?”

“What?” Nancy blurted out, blinking out of her Robin-induced daze and realizing by the ache in her cheeks that she’d been smiling like a fool the entire time.

“I’m sorry if I talked too much. It happens,” Robin apologized. She added a sweet smile, which made everything even worse for Nancy.

“Don’t apologize. I love listening to you talk,” Nancy said, raching out to hold Robin’s hand. She pushed past her own nerves just so she could reassure Robin of how much she meant her words.

“Really?” Robin wondered, and then cleared her throat, trying not to appear too excited. “It’s just… You were looking at me like… A little bit like the dinos rom the movie.” Her joke earned a laugh from Nancy, and that was a good sign for Robin, who kenw for a fact it was a terrible joke and only Nancy would laugh at it, only for her. “No, not like that,” Robin shook her head, “It was more like… Like…”

“Like I wanted to kiss you?”

Robin couldn’t avoid the breathless little gasp that escaped her when she heard those words. Her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed. She opened and closed her mouth as she searched for the right words. It was the very first time Nancy saw her speechless. Finally, Robin sighed and only said, “Please.”

It was all Nancy needed to hear so she could reach out and pull Robin toward her for a kiss.

emoji prompts! (accepting ronance, avatrice, and wenclair prompts)

#my god i love these two girls so so very much #ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #stranger things fanfic #ronance fanfic #prompts #answered #anon #my fic

[rat-typewriter]

Dating Rachel King as a girl would be...

Requested: @sixminutesofnight

Notes: I hope this is okay!! literally as I finished writing this, I checked your request and I guess i literally just imagined you asking for a fem!reader - so im sorry!! if you want other pronouns I can fix it!!

Ok so you and Rachel had known each other for years

and I mean y e a r s

You were both born around the same time - and since you grew up in such a small town - your mothers met on the maternity ward

So you had been friends more-or-less since birth

Growing up you had been best friends and did absolutely everything together - it was known by everyone town that wherever one of you was, the other wouldn't be far behind

By the time you got to high school, you had both been through various boyfriends - but above all else, you had each other

Lots of dumb adventures when you were teens,,,, going to supermarkets past midnight,,, concerts in far off towns,, even swimming in the freezing sea in september

by the age of seventeen,, most people had decided you were probably a little more than "best friends"

and maybe they were right - maybe your first kiss (and the only kiss that would ever matter to you) was at 4.32 AM in the empty waiting room of an Accident and Emergency Unit after you had fallen and broken your ankle

or maybe they weren't and you were just really good friends

who knew????

When Rachel had joined up with the marines - you were pretty heartbroken (as was she)

lots of tearful giggling and tight hugs on the day she left

Promise you'll come back?

Well, duh, you can't get rid of me that easily.

Pinky promise me?

Of course.

And she did come back - as often as she could - and you'd spend those few precious days talking non-stop

When she met Eric you were happy for her (really!)

She just smiled so widely when she watched him speak; listening to him rambling on about some piece of tech that you didn't understand

At first he was a little weirded-out by Rachel and you's relationship

but it's normal for girls to be super touchy and hold hands all the time, right? (right??)

You got along well with him nonetheless and you always had the pair over for dinner whenever they were back from service

But then things started to go wrong

It started with a bit of tension between the two; then suddenly Rachel was staying at your place

It took her a while for her to open up about what happened in the accident

(You felt really bad about egging Eric's car after that)

(he still does not know who did it to this day)

A lot of late nights sat opposite one another on the kitchen floor talking about everything

A lot of you talking her down when she starts to spiral

Sometimes terrible things happen, I guess.

But I should've been more careful-

Oh fuck that! It was an accident. Accidents happen.

But Eric-

Eric told you it's okay.

But I-

Rachel. We're all still here, aren't we? You could have both died. But you're here - and one day this won't hurt so much. I promise you.

The point when you actually started dating is blurry to say the least

like there was definitely an awkward period where everyone around you was like,,,, o k a y I don't think best friends are that close

jokes on them you guys were best friends AND dating

After like six months of her living with you, kissing each other goodbye, holding hands constantly and her wrapping her arms around your waist while you were trying to cook - you finally had a conversation about it

As she left for service

It was at the airport, as you hugged her tightly

Hey, Rach

Hm?

Are we dating?

Sure, why not.

Okay, just checking.

...

I love you.

I love you too.

#rachel king #house of ashes rachel #house of ashes #dark pictures anthology x reader #dark anthology x reader #dark pictures x reader #dark pictures #dark picture anthology #hoa #rachel x reader #rachel king x reader #dark pictures house of ashes #hoa x reader #rachael king #rachael house of ashes

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

i just saw the nycc panel and i have MUCH to say. so fair warning (if you havent seen it, maybe dont read beyond this point)

holding them at gunpoint right now. that better be a sibling style hug. they better not fuck this up. im nervous. im scared. im FRIGHTENED. other than that that first clip in the rv though- the family dynamic is INSANE. im living for it. trying to figure out the rv layout is HELL. where do they sleep? all i see is a living room and a fucking microwave (they're putting a lot of trust in dick's driving because there's glass containers ontop of said microwave).

can we talk about how comforting rachel is? it's always been so obvious but GOD is it so clear in this clean. the way she rushes to help connor? (sidenote, my friend and i keep joking that the thing she's reading looks like one of those side effect sheets you get in your med box on prescriptions. rv life not all its cracked up to be, huh?)

and the other clip. the fact that she looks SO SCARED. like, that is a look of PURE TERROR. maybe it's the fact that it's the use of magic, or something else, but she knows something. something is very wrong.

and the way she walked ONTOP OF A CAR to use her powers and then subsequently FELL OFF SAID CAR? you looked flawless baby but maybe that wasn't the smartest of ideas.

it's giving the purification series. you may have called it all.

anyway PLEASE feel free to ignore my ramblings. i'm just REALLY excited and i would LOVE to know what you think!

I just watched it too, and all the clips so no worries

First of all, Gar and Rach can cuddle, I'm all for it, but it better be P L A T O N I C. I am fucking shuddering at a thought it could be something different. I'm willing to put it on her just catching up on missed time with the family while she was away, she's going to be glued to Gar, Kory and most importantly Dick.

That fight? You are absolutely right, Rachel IS terrified. But she puts on a brave face and goes against Mother Mayhem anyway. What's interesting to me is that she is the only one who loses consciousness after the attack so I am heavily expecting some worried parents after this.

Alright it's late so I'm keeping it short, I'm going to be rewatching all these clips multiple times tomorrow.

[ryumako]

so I’ve mentioned it before but I started watching bnha soon after 7/15, because it was my birthday and I had gotten on tumblr and saw that it was also Deku’s birthday.

Sharing a birthday wasn’t the actual reason I started watching it, it was more so the fact that I was a) already trying to choose another (specifically shounen) anime to watch and b) had seen so so much bnha on tumblr, especially on that day, and I figured I might as well get in on it (I didn’t even know season 4 was coming out soon and in hindsight I’m so glad I caught up because tumblr goes fucking buck wild for bnha as any season of it comes out and it doesn’t matter who you follow, no one is safe)

but yeah, I’ve currently got about 60 anime on my plan-to-watch list and bnha wasn’t even Fucking One Of Them (but that’s just how it goes, isn’t it)

I was very indifferent about it at first, but even then I was still thinking about it when I wasn’t watching it. I had a lot of questions (that eventually got answered). There were things that rubbed me the wrong way (subtle and not-so-subtle fetishy stuff, how the female characters are treated/written, Mineta existing at all, etc. But like. I find a lot of shounen anime to be this way. Doesn’t excuse them, but I make my Disgusted™ face and soldier on). But there were also a lot of things I liked. It’s funny, the animation and art style (especially the manga’s) is really cool, and I fell for most of the characters immediately.

For a while, it was just something for me to watch on the train. And I don’t know when it happened, but eventually I liked it so much that I could no longer watch it on the train because I would be visibly reacting to scenes. Didn’t matter much anyway, I caught up in about 9 days (would have been shorter, but I had a full time job at the time).

Anyway, I got distracted from the series because a couple weeks later I was dumped and then fired (yikes) and had to move from Denver to Kansas. Still, I was looking at fan art during the whole 7 hour drive.

I wanted to read the manga, but I’ve never read a manga this long. I wanted to make sure I had the Time and the Energy. I ended up starting it on August 29th and caught up with it 3 days ago on the 7th. I have yet to read Vigilantes or Smash!! but I’m getting to it

I started the manga for 2 reasons

a) Season 4 in just a month!! I wanted to know what I’m in for

b) I needed to figure out the hype around certain characters. I am hyper aware of the fact that tumblr latches on to characters so hard to the point where it doesn’t even make sense and they end up mischaracterizing them. I wanted to accurately Form my Opinions.

I’m the type to usually have the main character or someone close to the main character as my favorite (um if that wasn’t already blatantly fucking obvious lmao) and it’s because they almost always have the most character development/detailed backstory! That isn’t to say that I can’t infer things about the more minor characters, it’s just that usually they’re much less interesting/developed anyway. Bnha is overwhelming because there are several lovable characters.

But yeah, after watching the anime and having not yet read the manga, I was having a lot of trouble understanding the hype around: Mirio (based on what you see in the anime, he didn’t really have a personality yet, just POWERRRR and a cool-ass quirk, but don’t get me wrong, I love him now! He’s super admirable and really interesting. I also love his interactions/relationship with Deku!)

Kirishima (he seemed like a generic supporting character to me. He was really funny the whole anime, but I failed to see why he was so popular. After reading his backstory and watching him overcome his shortcomings, watching him frame himself in such a realistic way, etc, I loved him! His character design is really, really cool, and he’s a super lovable guy. You want to be his friend. Definitely the kind of character I can’t imagine anyone hating.)

Todoroki (out of the characters I list here, I understood this hype the most, because a decent amount of his backstory/character is already revealed in the anime. But people fucking LOVE Todoroki. I saw him more than any other character on my dashboard, even before I consumed the series and followed bnha blogs. I was like yeah, he’s cool and interesting, but is he that cool and interesting? The answer is yes! Todoroki is a very mature, clever, multi-faceted in depth character and he’s also fucking hilarious. Also, his quirk? Hell yes!)

and then Bakugo.

Um

I still don’t understand the Bakugo hype. I like his character design (his Japanese VA is perfect, like what a fucking voice, he probably can’t even speak after recording), I like that his existence motivates Deku, and some of the things he says make me laugh out loud

But like, I cannot humanize him, and I cannot understand the hype. I was really really hoping the manga would help me Understand the Hype but it didn’t really?

Listen,

Horikoshi basically said ‘I was going to make Bakugo an actual character with human emotions besides anger, I was going to give him empathy, I was going to make him not wholly self-absorbed, I was going to give him a personality besides that of a wet house cat,

but look at him! Look into his eyes! There is nothing there. Only anger.’

Or rather, he literally calls him “explosively rotten and detestable”.

BUT RACHE, what about when he brought Deku aside to talk about his quirk? What about that one time he showed a single scrap of softness?

Okay I’ll give you one thing - he did finally show an emotion that wasn’t just anger (even though he was still angry the whole time). We learned that Bakugo can feel Regret. But also…was that whole thing not only just about him?

It was ’I feel guilty about being the catalyst that ended All Might’s career’

’I need to fight Deku to prove myself, despite his initial protests’

’I need to break the school’s rules and get both of us in trouble because I can’t handle my own feelings’

He was only thinking about himself the whole time, so I don’t really put much stock in that argument. I was surprised that he agreed to keep the existence of One for All a secret, and I still believe it was totally out of character for him to do so, but the alternative would cause the unraveling of the entire story, so.

Upon reading the manga, I found one (1), one scrap of hope. And if you’ve read the manga, you probably know what I’m talking about, because it was kind of a big deal to people.

He said that. I actually gasped when I read it. I really couldn’t believe it (oh the bar is so low though)

THIS was a really good example that Bakugo has feelings somewhere. And believable, too! It didn’t come off as out of character for a couple reasons -

a) He is saying it to a child he will likely never see again. He would never say this within earshot of a classmate (Todoroki, Yoarashi, and Camie were all adequately distracted) and if god forbid Deku were to ever hear that from him, he would backpedal so fast he’d get whiplash. But yeah, of course he’d never say anything like that around anyone that matters.

b) The setting. He’s actively in the remedial classes, where he can only be hyper-aware of his failures and shortcomings, whether he likes it or not. This line/scene occurs rather far into the manga. He hasn’t gotten anywhere and he fucking knows it. Every time he makes a move or has a chance, it backfires. He’s starting to realize his self-absorption alone is holding him back and this line is a hint that maybe, maybe he’ll change

but will Horikoshi write that? I have trouble picturing him doing that, and if Bakugo does change, it is going to take a really

really

long time. I know a lot of fans have the patience to see it happen, I suppose I do now as well, but I suspect casual fans won’t.

In a way, I am a little obsessed with Bakugo just because you all are. I’m always trying to understand the psychology. I’m not trying to insult anyone who does have the impulse to humanize him (some of you though…SOME of you DEFINITELY go too far) because again, his character design is cool, his quirk is cool, and he can be funny at times (albeit not at all clever).

I will definitely be here for the seemingly unattainable dream chapter in which he apologizes to Deku. I can’t even imagine it…

I’m a little annoyed at myself now, because Deku is my favorite character but I simply don’t have much to say. I just wrote a goddamn Bakugo Essay but I don’t have much to say about Deku. He’s one of the most motivational and relatable characters I’ve ever come across. Call him a generic shounen protag all you want, but I love him. If it were 2012 and kin was still a thing (and I had That Type of Brain) I’d be hard pressed to find a better kin candidate (born on Jul 15? infp? Bullied mercilessly yet resilient? Sweet as fuck? Same god damn hat Deku). He’s adorable, funny, nerdy, and ferocious. That boy goes absolutely feral on his opponents/enemies and you love to see it. 

But anyway, yeah! Bnha fucking rocks and I don’t give a fuuuck if it’s associated with cringe culture. “Cringe culture” is cringe culture. I was telling my brother about how the plot is dummy simple, so I can see how people think it’s overrated. However, it’s hard not to love the characters, and the creativity of their designs and quirks! Horikoshi had my head spinning with the infinite amount of unique characters he seems to pull out of his ass and make likable (or at least respectable) (um save for Mineta, fuck that guy, what a ginormous mistake. There’s this song I like called “Don’t Give Me Grapes” and while the lyrics aren’t applicable at all, I get that song stuck in my head whenever I see that idiot because my brain says “Don’t give me grapes.” Don’t give me grapes).

The writing is also fucking captivating, like obviously everyone knows the hero will come out the victor every single time, but with bnha’s arcs, you definitely find yourself asking “but how?? How the fuck will they get out of this one??” You’re left biting your nails thinking “dude, man, Horikoshi, there’s no way you didn’t just write yourself into a corner right now” but then there’s the TWISTS and ugh I love them. I love them. I Lov

#rache rambles #rache REALLY fucking rambles #this is just my journey with bnha #I am chock full of opinions #bnha made me a fandom nerd again #I have a lot of emotions and a lot of lukewarm takes #I Am Hype #absolutely not spoiler free #this has a read more line but mobile users are fucked I'm SORRY

[valkerymillenia]

Jesus Christ you look gross. You used to look kinda cute but now you're just fucking obese. Those arms look like hams 😂

Now let me check what fucks I have to give...

Oh look, what a pity, I'm all out!

Anyway, gee, thanks, Anon!

How ironic that you sent this today, I was just arguing that with my bf earlier!

But I know what I am, I'm aware that I'm not conventionally attractive unless I try hard at it but guess what? I don't give a fuck!

I'm not here to perform for you or anyone else, I exist, I'm smart, I have personality, I have worth and the only person that I need to love me is me.

So I gained some weight during quarantine, it hasn't affected my health so what do you care?

Besides, all women are beautiful in their own way, I firmly believe this. And honestly, what part of my personality, wardrobe, makeup, language or attitude makes you think I need your validation? I'm fine with being different, I thrive on it even.

So fuck your fatphobic ass and have a nice day.

#rach rambles #fatphobia #the irony is i was feeling really shitty about my appearance today but that's a me problem #the moment some fuckface thinks he has a say in the matter is when i have to bare my teeth #because fuck fatphobia #I'm too old to be affected by internet hate

[ifshewantsme]

i have to go back to the lab tomorrow and i’m dreading it so much i can’t sleep

#i was having a lovely two weeks forgetting i was a stem student #also the nitrogen supply in our lab is fucked it’s got a 15%oxygen impurity #which is not great when your reactions are oxygen sensitive #how did they fuck up that bad??? it’s basically just air at hat point #rach's rambles #ugh and i’m gonna have to interact with people who aren’t my flatmates i haven’t done that in so long #i always end up saying something really weird to people in labs just because of the stress of it lol

[charliemulgrave]

location: rachel’s house

status: closed ( @rachelhargrove​ )​

Charlie’s lungs were screaming at him. Class and Avery forgotten, he’d torn from campus as fast as he could. The drive from the university to Rachel’s house was a blur, he was pretty sure he’d parked illegally, but all he could think about right now was her. The past year and a half had been a nightmare, but the worst thing about it was that she hadn’t been by his side to get through it. He’d forgotten why... or, more accurately, had forgotten why any of the things they’d fought about mattered in the first place. It all seemed so ridiculous now.  What would he do if he lost her? Life didn’t mean shit without her. If he lost her...

He couldn’t lose her.

Sprinting up the steps to her house, he hammered on the door.  “Rachel? Rach, are you in there?!” There was no answer. When the moment stretched on too long, he let out a shaking sigh and pulled his phone from his pocket. There was so much to say to her and it felt like he couldn’t say it soon enough. Even if she wasn’t in, she had to know now. 

“C’mon, c’mon pick up,” he muttered. The call went straight to voicemail. Charlie could’ve screamed. At the beep, he sucked in a deep breath and began to ramble. “So. I’m at your house

I know you probably don’t wanna see me right now after all the bullshit I pulled, I totally get that. But Avery told me what’s going on with you- well, kinda, I pieced some of it together I think and I... I don’t know. Everything I did seems so pointless now. All of it. I’m a mess. I keep fucking things up, and I have no idea what I’m doing, but I need you to know-” He ran a hand through his hair, feeling it tremble as he looked around the street. The whole world seemed to blur together. “I need you to know that I love you, alright? You’re my best friend. My whole world. Even if we couldn’t make it work, I need you in my life, and I’m sorry I pushed you sway.  I’m just- I’m standing outside your house talking about myself, ‘cause apparently I’m that selfish. Like, I really don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know if you even want me around anymore, but the point is... you’ve got me, okay? You’ll always have me. Just like Luke, just like Harmony. I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that was ever untrue. We said in sick and in health and I meant that, I swear, Rachel, I’m- oh.”

When he turned back, it was to find her standing in the doorway. 

#.rachel006 #tw death #tw cancer

[100layersofdaddyissues]

Angel - Chapter 4

alright my pedrhoes kits heres, this ones a bit shorter, kind of a filler chapter. 

warnings: angst, no smut this chapter, just pining and angst, im trying to do rach proud. 

Masterlist

The next few weeks went by with you trying your best to disconnect your emotions from your situation with Max. You focused on getting your workload handled, and giving Max the best head to hopefully deflect from the fact that, as you had unfortunately found out recently, you think you were falling for Max. 

        Admittedly, you didn’t see this coming, not from a mile away. You’d sleep with plenty of men to get their money, you never fell for them, you never even really cared for them. But here you were, so totally infatuated with Max that you were starting to worry about how this might affect your work if he found out, or your living situation. You've been paying the rent at your old apartment since you started working for Max, always ready for the worst case.         And here you were, three weeks since the gala, finally on top of your work and beginning work on the next marketing campaign for Lord Industries, you hadn’t really spent much time with Max outside of work and sex, but you figured that’s how he liked it, he didn’t ask you to spend time outside of that, so you guessed he really had no interest in spending time with you outside of that.         You were sat on the phone with the marketing team in the LA sector of the company, giving them a briefing for what you intended this campaign to be.         “Listen I don’t care how hard this is for you Matilda, this is one of the biggest campaigns we're going to run this year and if you’re not up to it I’m more than happy to advise Maxwell on your capacity. Neither of us want that but this has to go smoothly and if it doesn’t both of our heads will roll. Now, can you get the networks to agree to run the advertisement by next week?” you hadn’t realised how bossy you could be until you began working as the head of the department, you didn’t like it but Max enjoyed watching you bust balls, he’d never admit it, but he found so much joy in knowing that such a dominant woman was at his mercy in the bedroom.         “Yes ma’am” Matilda's voice quivered a moment and you felt so bad, but you weren’t joking, if this campaign had any kinks you were both going down for it, and you had no intention of allowing that to happen.         “Thank you, Matilda, call me if there’s anything you need a hand with.” you called down the phone just before you were abruptly hung up on.         Truth be told you didn’t know if you were handling everything the way you should be. Jade seemed to think it would be best for you to tell Maxwell how you were feeling but the moment she brought up the idea you promptly shut it down by reminding her that she didn’t know Max. But you had to admit, it was getting harder not to tell him. Not to let it slip while he was fucking you, three words and you could turn fucking into making love, but you weren’t even ready to say those three words in your mind let alone to Maxwells face. You didn’t dare think how that would go down.         Before you could linger on the unholy terror that Maxwell would rain down on you, Sookie was bringing in more notes Maxwell had sent about how he would like the campaign to be run.         “Hey honey, you okay? you look a little stressed.” her tone was sweet but concerned, you hadn’t realised that your emotions were showing on your face. “Yeah, I’m okay I’m just stressing about the new campaign, we have a week, and New York is barely keeping up, LA is slacking and don’t even get me started on the international sectors.” you huffed out, taking the new notes from her.         “I don’t mean to pry but this doesn’t look like your stressed work face, this is new, well not really new, you’ve been wearing the same face since the gala, I just didn’t want to bring it up too soon because I figured it had something to do with Max, but I don’t know how it would involve Max,” you cut her off, she hadn’t realised that she was rambling. She tended to do that a lot. “Sookie, you’re rambling, but seriously I’m ok- wait what did you mean you figured it had something to do with Maxwell” you weren’t sure how she could come to that conclusion, you and Maxwell had only ever been respectful and professional at work, (the meetings in his office not counted, but no one saw those.)         “Oh, uhm, nothing, I don’t even know why I said that.” Sookie was nervous now, and you were damned if you weren’t going to find out why.         “Sookie, why are you nervous, what do you know?” you asked standing from your seat to walk closer to her.         “Nothing, I don’t know anything, I shouldn’t have said anything.”         “Sookie. What do you know?” you pressed her further, you were going to make her break.         “Please just, please don’t tell anyone I told you, Darius would be completely fucked if anyone found out that we talk about you and Maxwell,”         “You and Darius talk about me and Maxwell?!” you almost shouted, but it wasn’t an angered shout, more a nervous one. Why were they talking about you too?         “Yes, well, we didn’t intend to at first, but then it just sort of came up over lunch and then we started connecting the dots, well I did, Darius obviously already knew, but you knew that, and then we just sort of started comparing notes. Darius says he’s never seen Maxwell this happy and confident, and I know I haven’t known you long, but I know the look of a woman whore in love and I’m so sorry if I overstepped but Darius and I we just think you’re both absolutely crazy for not admitting it to each other. I’m sorry I'll stop now.”         Your head was spinning here. Sookie was informing you that she and Darius had been having regular conversations about the nature of your relationship with Max and now you have to try and comprehend the fact that they both know you lo-like Max, and that he likes you too. You had to sit down. You didn’t know what to say, you felt like you had been silent for hours, until Sookie broke the silence by asking if you were okay and if she still had a job. You told her that you were okay and that of course she still had a job you just needed a little time alone. And as she left you did what you’d been doing for the last few weeks, you pushed that shit down and got on with your work.         Or at least that’s what you planned to do.         By the time 5pm rolled around you’d barely made enough progress on the reports, all you could think about was what Sookie said, and trying to figure out if she was telling the truth about Max reciprocating his feelings or if she was trying to save you the embarrassment. And what you were going to do.         You took a cab home that day, opting out of driving with Darius wanting to void Maxwell at all costs. And yet, as you walked in through your door there he was, leaning against your kitchen counter. His head whipped around to look at you, “why didn’t you let Darius drive you home? Why would you take a cab?” not even a hello.         “I just needed to be alone this afternoon. The campaign is really stressing me out and I didn’t want my stress to rub off on you or Darius.” you lied, flopping onto the couch, and closing your eyes. Maxwell came up behind the couch and put his hands on your temples “Oh is my sweet angel feeling stressed, I know just what will help, come on, up.” he said coming around and pulling you off the lounge by your hands. You got up limply, not really wanting to engage Max, you really didn’t want to fuck him right now, but you felt like you had to. To keep your job, your house, your life that you’ve now become accustomed to. And Maxwell sensed this. He had a feeling for about a week that you didn’t want to be in this situation anymore, but quite frankly he didn’t want to lose you. He’d tried becoming a bit more affection, tried to show you that he appreciated you, but he knew he wasn’t doing the best at it, he’d never been affectionate, he didn’t even know why he felt compelled to keep you around, he could lie to himself and say it’s because he didn’t want to risk losing the best employee, he’s ever had but he knew that wasn’t the truth. He knew why he didn’t want to lose you. But he doesn’t believe it. How can he. He was always told that he was incapable of love. Why would you be the change? “Max, I’m sorry I just don’t feel very sexy right now. I don’t know if I can do this. I have so much work to do, but of course you already know that, and I’m not getting enough sleep, and I just, I don’t want to do this. I'm sorry.” you weren’t sure why, but your voice was beginning to shake as you said no to him. Maxwell noticed this, he dropped your hands and stood back, telling you that he wasn’t interested in doing anything if you weren’t comfortable. You sighed a breath of relief. One that did not go unnoticed by Maxwell, one that hurt Maxwell. “What was that? Why did you seem relieved? Like I wouldn’t let you say no? Do you really think that of me?” his tone became more urgent, almost angry. And it scared you. By the time he finished his sentence he was close to yelling and you flinched. “N-no I didn’t think that at all. I’m sorry I didn’t realise that my breathing would come across this way. I’ll be sure not to breathe from now on.” you were getting just as angry as he was acting. “Don’t you dare yell at me! How dare you? Who do you think you are? You do not get to yell at me.” Max’s voice bellowed out across the apartment and if his anger weren’t revving you up you would have been terrified. But right now, all you were, was pissed. “Oh, so you get to yell at me, but I don’t get to yell back. That’s fucking bullshit Max, you don’t get to yell at me if I can’t defend myself.” “I get to yell whenever the fuck I want, I run this city, this fucking country, and you are nothing but a low-level fucking whore. You mean nothing to the world. You mean nothing to me.” Your mother always told you that words could never hurt you, but in that moment, that one sentence broke you both. Max never meant to say it, and you were never supposed to hear those words fall from his lips. But you did, they did, he did. He realised what he said the moment he said it, his face never softening as he walked out of the apartment though, slamming the door behind him. And you broke. You fell to the floor in a fit of sobs and tears, waiting for someone to come and console you. But no one did. You were alone and you were broken on the floor of the apartment owned by Maxwell. The man who just hurt you so much more than you thought you could ever be hurt. But once you were done being angry. You got pissed, angry, so frustrated that you had developed emotions for a man who was clearly using you. You rushed into your room, grabbed a duffle bag and only the essential things you need, only taking what you’d brought with you. And with that, you threw the key to the apartment on the kitchen table, and you left. With no intention of coming back. Your heart had never been heavier, but you walked the streets of dc with your head held high refusing to let some idiot man make you look as broken as you felt. And although your head was high, you weren’t paying attention when someone bumped into you, both of you crashing to the floor. “Y/N?” oh no. you knew that voice. “Hey George, how are you doing.” you said looking up to him. “Well, much better now that I’ve bumped into you. Literally.” George was one of your coworkers at Halo, although he had tried many times to exceed colleague status, he was obsessed with you. It started sweetly bringing you coffee every morning, and lunch when you forgot it, you were grateful for him, he was a really good friend and you trusted him. Unfortunately, you trusted him enough to tell him about your ex. And if he was mad hearing about how they treated you, he got even more mad after telling him that your ex was a woman. He then became obsessed with “fixing you” as he called it, telling you that if you just went on a date with a real man like him you wouldn’t want anything to do with women anymore. Clearly that line did not work. And from then on, he was obsessed with taking you out, asking you every Friday afternoon if you were free that weekend, and every Friday you made up some story about family gatherings, or parties, sleepovers with Jade, you made the mistake of telling him one Friday that you had a date. That didn’t go down well. “So how have you been Sweetness, we haven’t heard anything from you since you left us in the lurch. I don’t blame you if I could get out after all that shit with Henry and his dad went down I would too, and now you’re in charge of marketing for Lord? That’s fucking insane. You’re so lucky.” George’s voice was dripping with disdain and yet he also sounded like he was trying to seduce you. “Yeah, it’s been crazy, do you mind if we walk and talk, I’ve got to get back to my apartment.” you wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. “Yeah yeah of course, why are you out at this time anyway? It’s not safe for a little lady like you.” god you fucking hate this guy “I’m just coming from my boyfriend’s, he had to go to work and I didn’t want to stay in that big old apartment by myself, so I thought I’d head home, and it’s such a nice night I thought I’d walk.” you don’t know why you said you were coming from your boyfriend’s, but it was the first thing you thought of. “Well here, let me walk you home. Are you still in the same place?” you nodded and knowing George he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you let him walk you home. That night you fell asleep to the thought that Maxwell truly did not care about you like you’d hoped he did. But you didn’t know that he had walked back into that apartment, he fell to his knees when he realised that you weren’t there. He fucked up. And there was nothing he could do to fix it. 

tags: @innerstrawberrypolice​ @maxlordsgf​ @mrschiltoncat​ @historianwithaheart​

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord smut #maxwell lord angst #maxwell lord fluff #ww194 #wonder woman 1984

[justgleekout]

Fic: Welcome Home

Summary: After not having seen each other in months, Kurt goes to pick up Blaine from the airport.

Rating: T

Words: 1443

Read on: Ao3 and FF.net

Notes: I wanna thank @esperantoauthor for being the best fucking beta a person could ask for! Being a non native speaking fic writer is hard and this fic wouldn't have been half as good without her help! (And I learned some new words! ^^)

“Shouldn’t he be here by now?” Kurt glanced quickly at Rachel before fixing his eyes back on the sliding doors that led from the concourse to the baggage claim. He was tapping his foot impatiently and clutching a small bouquet of red and yellow roses tight in his hand. “It shouldn’t be taking this long, right? I mean, what could he be doing? Is he taking a tour of the entire airport? It's not like he would actually help everyone lift their bags off the carousel, right? Maybe the old people, but there can’t have been that many old people on that flight? Oh my god, what if he was on the plane with an entire nursing home. Rachel?”

“Kurt, we’ve only been standing here for about ten minutes. He is probably just waiting for his bags,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes a little, for what was probably the 70th time that day. Kurt had been nervous and jittery since they woke up that morning and he just couldn’t seem to stop rambling. Kurt always tended to ramble when he got nervous.

Rachel had agreed to accompany him to the airport to pick up Blaine. For moral support, she told him. Although, she also did it because she too was excited to see Blaine again after four months. He was her friend too, after all.

Kurt looked at the big clock hanging from a pillar to his left. 4:37pm. “He should be here by now, Rachel.” He turned his body towards her, eyes growing wide as panic crept into them. “What if something happened?” His voice sped up as he continued. “What if he never got on the plane? What if he got unwell on the plane? What if terrorists took over the plane? Oh god…” He swallowed. “What if the plane CRASHED, Rachel?” He was actually shaking at this point.

“Kurt, don’t you think we would’ve heard something if the plane crashed. Could you please, just.. calm down?” She put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm his breathing. “Look,” she said, “maybe, he got out at another terminal and is waiting for us there. Do you wanna go and have a look at the next one?” she offered, with what she hoped was a comforting smile.

Kurt took a deep breath through his nose, gave her a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, okay.. you are probably right. Let's do that.”

Rachel hooked her arm with Kurt’s and started to lead Kurt to the next terminal. They hadn’t even taken two steps when a familiar voice caught their attention.

“Excuse me?”

Kurt jumped, breaking himself free from Rachel’s hold as he whirled back around. “Did you get tired of waiting already and decide to head back home without me?” There was Blaine, standing just outside the gate with a big grin on his face, dragging a suitcase behind him in his right hand, and holding a duffel bag in his left.

“Blaine!” Kurt practically yelled his name. His whole face lit up at the sight of his fiancé. He shoved the flowers he was holding against Rachel’s chest and didn’t even care too to look if she actually had a hold of them before lunging forward in Blaine’s direction and throwing himself into his fiance’s arms.

Blaine dropped his bag and let go of his suitcase just in time to catch Kurt in a tight embrace. “Hi!” he said. The smile on his face grew big and bright when he felt Kurt’s arms tighten around him. And, if it were up to Blaine, he would never let go again. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. Kurt’s familiar smell sent a wave of comfort over his body. He pressed his face against the warm skin of Kurt’s neck. He couldn’t believe it had been two whole months since he last held Kurt. He was perfectly happy wrapped up in Kurt's strong arms, thank you very much! But just when Blaine wanted to pull him just a little closer, Kurt pulled back and grabbed him by the shoulders. His face turned serious. “God, Blaine! I was so worried! What took you so long?”

“Kurt,” Blaine chuckled fondly, shaking his head a little. “I was just waiting for my bags. The plane only landed fifteen minutes ago.” Blaine was still beaming. He had missed this. He had missed all of Kurt to be fair. Even his insanity when he got nervous.

“Well, you could’ve texted when you landed,” Kurt pointed out. He tried to look stern but the corner of his mouth crept up, betraying a smile.

“But then I would’ve missed that surprised look on your face!”

At that, Kurt smacked Blaine's chest playfully, before taking him back into his arms. “God, I missed you,” he sighed into Blaine's shoulder.

“I missed you too. So much.” Blaine nuzzled a little closer. “I can’t believe I’m finally here.”

A moment passed and Kurt pulled back just far enough to catch Blaine's lips in a kiss. It started out soft, but as soon as he felt Blaine kissing back, he couldn’t stop himself from deepening it. It had been so long since he had kissed Blaine. Since he had touched Blaine! He opened his mouth gingerly. His arms tightened around Blaine’s shoulders. Kissing him a little harder, a little more. Just, more. He wanted all of him. He felt Blaine’s hands grab his shirt tightly. Kurt moved one of his own hands to cup Blaine’s face. Trying to hold him as close as he possibly could. His mouth moved hungrily against Blaine’s and he slipped his tongue inside his mouth. A little moan escaped from Blaine’s throat before he broke the kiss. “Kurt, we’re in public.” He said breathlessly against Kurt’s lips.

“Well, then you shouldn't have made me worry so much,” Kurt said, looking down at Blaine’s jacket, fixing his already straight lapels. Then, he pressed a last lingering kiss on Blaine's lips before pulling away completely. “Too much anticipation.”

Trying to focus the boy’s attention back on herself, Rachel cleared her throat. The sound shook Kurt and Blaine from their reverie and they turned towards her. She glared at them, still holding the flowers Kurt had shoved at her earlier.

“Oh, that’s right!” Kurt took the slightly crumpled roses from Rachel and presented them to Blaine. “I brought you these!”

“Kurt,” Blaine said dreamily. “They’re lovely. Thank you.” He gave Kurt a watery smile as he took the flowers.

Fed up with being ignored by her friends, Rachel interrupted them with a mocking voice. “Oh, hi, Rachel! How nice of you to welcome me at the airport! It’s so thoughtful of you to drive Kurt all the way here on one of your only free days. Thank you for making the time to see me with such a busy schedule.” She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes dramatically. “Seriously, guys? it’s like I’m not even here!”

“Thank you, Rachel.” Blaine said politely, smirking when he caught Kurt trying to hold in laughter out of the corner of his eye. “It was very nice of you to come pick me up.” He pulled her in for a one armed hug.

“Yeah, yeah. Very nice. Hugs for everyone. Can I get my fiancé back now?” Kurt said impatiently, tugging on Blaine's arm a little to pry him from Rachel’s grasp when she clung to him a tad too long for Kurt's liking.

Blaine let go of Rachel and Kurt slid his hand down Blaine's arm and took his hand. “Sorry, Rach, I- We just really missed each other,” Blaine offered kindly.

“Ugh, it’s fine! I get it. God, I can’t wait ‘till you two have your own apartment. I cannot deal with you two being all cute and touchy like this all the time!” Rachel said, trying to look annoyed, but failing miserably. She was too happy to have two of her closest friends with her.

Kurt and Blaine both rolled their eyes at this, but they both had big smiles on their faces. When they started making their way towards the exit, Rachel began telling a story about her new Broadway show, and how they both should come and see it as soon as it opened. But Kurt and Blaine didn’t register a word she was saying; they were too captivated by each other.

“Welcome home,” Kurt said softly in Blaine’s ear.

“Glad to be back,” Blaine said while squeezing Kurt’s hand a little. He looked at Kurt with eyes full of love as they walked out of the airport to Rachel’s car.

#my fics #glee #klaine #Blaine anderson #Kurt hummel #rachel berry #klaine fanfic #glee fanfic

[cherrykenobi]

a thinly veiled love letter to some mutuals

but poetic, because i love them very much and these thoughts have been rattling around my head for a long time <3

Ayat (@royalhandmaidens) has writing like a brilliant bonfire that catches your eye. It is wholeheartedly encapsulating and you find yourself consuming paragraphs at a time, gaze running easily across the page like rainfall at your window.

Rach (@thespareoom) writes as if silence is loud. It is sodden with emotion, and the very thought strikes you as if you had experienced it yourself. It feels like the warmth of sunlight on your face as the sun sets, quiet and understanding.

Rina (@kaminobiwan) laces her writing with polaroids and paintings. You are fixed with images so vivid you feel as if you could illustrate them yourself, and characters who speak as if they could leap from their words and into your ears.

Val (@milleniumvalcon) writes like an old friend, never far from reach. It is familiar in the best way, settling a deep contentment in your chest and eliciting easy smiles like a companion you've known for lifetimes. It sounds like laughter.

Aubrey (@obirain​) has writing like the sky after storms. The sky looms gray and petrichor lingers in the air, but it is comforting in its own right. You are immersed in the feel of it all, in her words. They are entrancing.

Lessie (@lesqui) writes as if she is an artist of years past. Her works are like paintings in themselves, words like brushstrokes that draw you in with their intricacy.

There is so much more I wish to write, so much more LOVE to give. In the past month or so I’ve found myself in the company of such talented, talented people who I am blessed to call friends. I want to WRITE ABOUT THEM but there is a limit to how much my brain rambles before shutting down. 

Nim (@highlycommendable), whose writing stuns me in every sense of the word and is endlessly amiable x. Aro (@valkyriesandbrokenhalos), who is so unconditionally supportive, who bleeds with emotion when she writes. Brit (@afogocado), who was the first person to talk to me on Tumblr, whose writing intoxicates me with every sentence.

i just love people a lot and i need them to know that because i’m really bad at reaching out fuck

#this is just a fangirl post bye #me shaking my screen: I REALLY LIKE THESE PEOPLE #my screen: 👁👄👁 #i just think they're neat :) #you know that post thats like you should write poetry to your friends #this. this is my poetry fuck you #userkarina #blog rec #sw #read for serotonin #i cry looking at the rbs

[ryumako]

Okay so my dad is FORCING me to buy a car with the REST of my earthly dollars? I'm trying to get a job right now but I'm not getting hired so while I'll have NO money at all and a car that's not doing me any good (and no money to even go get gas to look for a job) I really REALLY need some help please like anything fuck

paypal.me/rhammer97

#rache rambles #I hate to say it but I really just want to die #I don't see any other way out #shit sucks so fucking bad #I haven't done anything with my life #and I'm so so completely worthless

[valkerymillenia]

Do you know how messed up my life has been? Someone said I had to be making it up because no one person could have that much bad luck, but guess what? My whole life has been damn cursed, nothing has ever been great, lately it's a just a case of that bad snowballing out of proportion.

I need to vent, so just in bullets points, let's sum up the things that happened in my life just since covid started (can get a little triggery).

-my workplace (a national magazine) shut down and i lost my job (and as a writer and translator I got paid by each article and not a salary so not entitled to unemployment)

-my part-time (at a spa) went bankrupt because the owner just wanted an excuse to move away (also couldn't get unemployment benefits)

-cousin committed suicide

-our house debt piled up due to unexpected maintenance on our building and continued to pile with interested and every new yearly fee

-all my saved up money i wanted to use to get my driver's license went to the house debt and only made a mild debt

-pandemic started

-dad went through surgery to see if he could walk again (which ultimately failed) and became exclusively dependant on me, he's also deaf so i have to handle every single one of his official issues to serve as translator

-an old abuser started trying to reconnect with me

-dad got denied governmental aid

-mom and stepdad both got covid and i was too far away to help, end up using what little money i had again to make sure they had food and medication

-dad got caught driving without a valid license (due to a misunderstanding) and got a gigantic fine and sent to court

-we ended up survive on 300€ a month from my dad's disability plus any tidbits I can freelance

-car broke down and needed a new radiator

-my uncle/godfather died of covid

-my cat died

-car broke down again, needed a new battery

-dad gets denied retirement pension for the decades he worked abroad

-i had to stop my medication because i couldn't afford it, I'm in agony

-one of my doctors dislikes me and is very ableist and blocking a chance i could get government (financial) help for my health

-we accumulated another debt with a cable company that is not our fault, it's the new company's fault but no matter what we do or how we complain all our evidence gets ignored and we can't afford legal help to go to court

-my sister had a massive breakdown and had to be put on disability, immediately got fired and I worry for her deeply

-at the same time my bf also had a massive breakdown and got diagnosed with bipolar disorder and PTSD (again, I'm worried)

-my gf was told to leave her house because her landlord is sick of dealing with tenants and wants to sell the building, she has until the end of the month and still hasn't found a place

-my little cousin, who I'm very close to, contracted meningitis, had brain surgery, was in a coma for weeks (right through Christmas and new years), woke up unable to speak or walk properly, after more weeks of treatment he was released only to immediately return for more surgery due to acute infection, I've been distraught and I desperately want to see him but i can't afford the trip atm

-dad received the court sentence of 6 months suspended license and 400€ fine that we still can't pay

-DMV stone walling us for 8 months and counting (over just for a simple test to fix my dad's license)

-TV broke

-car broke down again, multiple broken parts this time, close to 500€ for repairs

-my aunt's Alzheimer's progresses so much that she no longer recognizes anyone

-my biological father has massive heart failure and is currently bedridden and likely dying but i can't go see him because he lives in another continent and i can't afford to eat, much less go see him one last time

-all debts still crushing us and piling up because we are literally surviving on scraps

And these are just the big ones, there's so many other small things just crushing my spirit. My confidence is dead, I haven't done any of my hobbies (except writing) in years, I have nothing good to look forward to, I'm sick but all i do is take care of everyone else.

I'm just at the end of my rope, ok?

#rach rambles #venting #bad luck #FML #no really fuck my life

[ifshewantsme]

men on facebook make me angry

#yes this is about a fucking belle and sebastian fan group #i have to go to facebook for that because all their fans are like 50yo #and theres this one dude who just keeps being really negative about their recent stuff #like ok i get it you think if youre feeling sinister was their peak and you dont like how to solve human problems #shut up about that and talk about what you do like then #rach's rambles

[eyeofnewtblog]

Yzin has feathers

“What are you making?” Yzin asked, settling delicately into the chair at the dining room table.

“Do you know what a war bonnet is?” Debby asked back, as she used a pair of pliers to wrap wire around one of Yzin’s shed feathers.

“Not even remotely.” Yzin took a careful sip of her morning tea, and waited for the explanation to come tumbling forth.

It was one of her favorite things about humans; in their idle rambling, they revealed more about their culture and individual quirks than any sane being would reveal, even under torture.

“It’s a headdress from kind of an ancient human culture. Rach and I, we’ve got a little bit of the Old Blood in us, on our mother’s side, but it’s more the image we’re going for with these.” She gestured with the feathers, wire, and pliers in her hands to indicate.

“Parting gifts, and honoring bravery,” Rachel supplied, bent over her own feathers and wire.

“There is a X’ining custom of weaving the strands of hair from a predator into a...you would call it a cloak. Is this similar?”

“Yeah, kind of.” Debby answered, head bent over her work.

“Is there a particular reason you are using my own feathers?” Yzin prompted after a long silence.

“You’re the tie that binds,” was all Rachel had to say on the matter, despite her sisters deprecating glare.

“Pop always cared about where we were and what we were doing, but it wasn’t until you came along that he tried to pull us all back together. So you’re kind of the family mascot, and kind of our voice of reason, and literally all of our back up plans, no matter how bad they are.” Debby shrugged.

“Birds of a feather, flock together,” Rachel said, holding up what she had been crafting.

It was a comb with dangling downy feathers wired to it, and once Rachel tucked it into her own ebony hair, Yzin could see how it would work.

The feathers were from her chest and under her wings, soft and short and wide, bright yellow, and the work of wire made it look like a soft ruffle of X’ining acceptance, when tucked just so.

“It is very pleasing,” Yzin said, nudging her tea aside with a wingtip.

“May I instruct you on the feather arrangements that indicate mood? I find that proper placement of such a device will require more social skill than you possess. What you have created will have multiple uses, both in and out of battle, and I would not like to see the opportunity wasted.”

Rachel leaned forward, allowing Yzin to tuck her hair and the the feathered comb into a slightly different position.

“This is the array of aggression,” Yzin informed them. Debby took a picture, then held up her own creation.

“So, what’s the stance on earrings?” She asked, slipping the metal rod into her own ear before Yzin had a chance to protest.

“You are not chattel!” Yzin hooted.

“Yes, I really am, soldiers are literally nothing else,” Debby snorted.

Yzin reminded herself to be patient. Then she carefully unhooked the earring with her beak.

“You are my flock, and you will present yourself with honor. If you dangle these particular feathers from your ear, it is not...good juju. Only my primary feathers must be dangling from the ears. Otherwise you present yourself as lower than my own status, and I exist as nothing in X’ining society.”

“Yzin, I’ll fucking wear these earrings, face God, and walk backwards into hell before I let some pint sized, feather brained asshole tell me what to do.”

“Your dedication is both heart warming and appreciated, but I would still like it to be noted that you are not a prostitute, and should not advertise your self as such.”

“Oh. Well. Duly noted, then.” Debby held her hand out for the discarded earring, Yzin gave it to her, and pulled back her tea.

She had also learned that humans were better left silent, lest one be forced to discover the inner workings of their minds.

#humans are space orcs #earth is space austaulia #feathers #feathers are always culturally significant

[poetzproblem]

Ok something new about this old story, about Quinn getting the whole story, I imagine Quinn asking Sofie to accompaning her to somewhere (grocery or driving her to somewhere) and she ask about intentions and Sofie is super nervous, but at some point she tells Quinn "I adore her for so long..." And Sofie completely nervous vomit words so fast explaining how had this crush, and she once was turned down and now she have this chance and she would treat Callie like the most precious person

Well, Sofie is still Santana’s daughter, so I imagine her version of nervous rambling would be more like–

“Look, I get it Aunt Q. Callie is your niñita. Nobody’s gonna be good enough for her, and you probably think I’m too young or…like…I’m some kind of player or whatever but I’m not. I just couldn’t have the girl I really loved and everybody kept telling me to move on and get over it so I tried but I couldn’t and now I’ve got this chance and I’m not gonna screw it up. I’m gonna treat your daughter like a princess because she is. She’s mi amada princesa, and I love her. I’ve been in love with her since I was, like, twelve, and she finally loves me back and I’m so fucking happy and it’d be great if you could be happy for us too because that would make Callie happy and I’m all about making sure she’s happy but even if you can’t be I’m not giving up on her so you and Aunt Rach are just gonna have to deal with it…so yeah.” 

And Quinn will nod slowly, taking that in, and then– 

“You know, Rachel and I love you, Sofie. And we love that you’ve considered us family all these years, but if you’re going to be dating our daughter…and it seems like you are…just…please drop the ‘aunt’ thing.”  

#don't blink #sofie #socal #Anonymous

[until-theend-oftheline]

Salted Caramel Brownie Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Playful relationship. Cute kids. Cheeky Seb. Hormonal Reader.     

Word Count: 1500ish

A/N: This is done for mine and Ida’s @sebs-potato 12 marvelous days of Christmas challenge and this is the eight prompt: Hot Chocolate

It can be read as a stand alone for sure, but it also takes place within my Lifelong Love Letter universe. Isabella is 5 years old and Alexander is 18 months old.

Betaed by: @sebs-potato as usual - thank you sooo much Ida.

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You were sitting on the couch, going through the stacks of papers about your upcoming tour dates. It was only a few Christmas shows and you were already prepared to pull out your hair. Rach was normally the one that dealt with all of this, while you were the face of the band, handling the press. Dean was your musical genius, who handled everything with the labels and talked circles around the suits when they were trying to gain too much control. You were a well-oiled machine, except Rach was on maternity leave until the shows actually started. So you and Dean had split the work between you, which had seemed like a good idea at the time. Right now you just needed a break, which came with a loud boom when the front door hit the wall, causing you to jump off the couch heading for the door.

“Sorry, Mommy.” Isabella looked up at you with a sheepish look on her face that made it insanely difficult to be mad at her. She had gotten that look from her father who appeared right behind her carrying four shopping bags in one hand and your youngest sitting on his free arm.

“Isa I told you to be careful,” Sebastian gently chastised her and she hung her head for a second before looking up at her dad with big blue eyes.

“I was just excited cause we had such a great day with you Daddy,” she told him as he lowered Alexander to the ground, making you smile as you saw how Sebastian instantly melted. That little girl had him wrapped around her finger. Actually, both kids and probably yourself too had. Sebastian loved his kids and you with all he had and he left no room for doubt on that fact.

“It’s okay,” Sebastian kissed her cheek, hugging her when she wrapped her arms around his neck as he squatted down.

“Can we take the bag now Daddy?” Isabella asked, looking up at you with a smirk on her face. You raised an eyebrow suspiciously, knowing your family was hiding something from you.

“Sure. Bring your brother,” Sebastian told her and Isabella’s face lit up kissing his cheek before grabbing one of the bags in one hand and Alexander’s hand in the other dragging him after her.

“Careful. His legs are shorter than yours,” Sebastian called after her chuckling at her answer.  

“I got this Daddy. Just distract Mommy.”

“Distract Mommy huh?” You eyed him with a smirk as he got up with a cheeky grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you flush against him, making you gasp in surprise.

“That’s my specialty,” He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling in your chest from escaping you.

“You’re a dork,” You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as he laughed with you.

“You love it,” his voice was low as his breath fanned over your lips. You shivered from the warmth and your heart skipped a beat from the adoring look in his eyes.

“I love you,” you answered, kissing him before he had a chance to reply, tasting his smile and happiness as you did.

“I have something for you,” Sebastian’s eyes were sparkling as you broke the kiss and he dipped down kissing your lips chastely again before pulling away.

“Yeah?” you asked reluctantly letting go of him. You knew this stage of your relationship probably should have passed, but it hadn’t. He still made butterflies swarm in your stomach at times and you felt as if you’d never get enough of his touch. His arms were your favorite place in the world and it was a place which was never easy to leave.

“Yeah. Go sit on the couch. I’ll be right in. I just need to… well hide something you aren’t getting yet and I’ll be right in with the other thing,” he smirked, causing you to giggle and shake your head at him. Your hand landed against his ass as you walked past him into the living room, biting your lip as he made a surprised yelp.

“Y/N. How dare you?” he called after you with amusement in his voice and you threw your head back in laughter. Your relationship had always been playful and teasing from the first time you met and you hoped that was something that wasn’t ever gonna change.

Your thoughts never really left him or how happy you were feeling, even if you tried to go back to the papers on the coffee table. You didn’t manage to focus before Sebastian slipped in behind you, trapping you between his legs as he pulled you back against his chest. He reached in front of you holding the cup of Starbucks salted caramel brownie hot chocolate, he never failed to bring you at least once every December since you had been pregnant with Isabella.

“Seba…” You struggled to sit up in bed. You were a few days overdue and moving around wasn’t exactly easy anymore. You were more than ready for your little girl to arrive, but that wasn’t what was on your mind at the moment.

“Seb,” you poked your sleeping boyfriend, who just grunted and buried himself deeper in his pillow much to your frustration.

“Sebastian!” You spoke louder, giving him a shove and he instantly sat up with a bewildered look on his face, looking at you with hair sticking out everywhere and a slight panic in his blue eyes. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. He looked adorable like that and if it hadn’t been for the craving you had been fighting for the better part of an hour, you might have thought of something else to do with him now he was awake.

“Is she? Are you? Do we need to go to the hospital?” Sebastian rambled but slumped back down in the bed the moment you shook your head.

“What are you waking me for then Y/N?” he grumbled, which you promptly ignored.

“Do you remember that Starbuck sign we passed today? Of the salted caramel brownie hot chocolate?” you asked as Sebastian yawned, his eyes falling closed.

“Yeah…”

“I want one,” you told him, but there was no reply. You glared over at him to see his eyes closed and you gave him a small kick under the covers.

Sebastian jumped, looking over at you in surprise. “What?”

“I said I want one. I need one,” you repeated with urgency in your voice.

“Okay. We’ll get you one tomorrow,” Sebastian answered, trying to pull you against him and get comfortable.

“No. Bash. I need one now,” you pleaded, tilting your head smiling sweetly when his eyes opened wide looking at you.

“Y/N. You can’t be serious? It’s... “ Sebastian turned his head to look at the clock at the nightstand next to him. “Fucking 4 am Y/N,” he grumbled and your mouth tightened into a thin line.

“I’ve been lying awake for an hour and that hot chocolate is all I can think off and it’s your fault.” You glared at him as he sat up, looking at you in annoyance.

“It’s what? I was sleeping Y/N.”

“You did this to me!” You motioned towards your huge belly.

“I can’t get comfortable. She won’t come out and all I need is a damn hot chocolate and you are denying me that,” tears started streaming down your cheeks. You knew you weren’t being logical or fair, but you just couldn’t stop yourself. Goddamn hormones.

Sebastian’s expression, however, instantly softened as you started crying and he pulled you as closely against him as the bump allowed.

“Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you,” he insisted, kissing your temple. “I’ll get you your hot chocolate.” He tilted your head so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’ll be right back.”

“You’re such an ass,” you laughed as you took the cup, leaning further into him. “You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?” you tilted your head, looking up into Sebastian’s sparkling, happy steel blue eyes.

“No. You made me get up to get hot chocolate at 4am and you were fucking sleeping when I returned woman,” Sebastian teased.

You tried to look angry but your eyes betrayed you, shining with happiness as you spoke, “I was pregnant you dork. You can’t hold what I do when I am pregnant against me.”

“Because it’s my fault?” Sebastian teased with a grin and you wiggled your nose at him, pushing yourself up to kiss him silent.

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