#the most aggravating yet wonderful thing in my life

[antiodote]

she can’t finish and they fight - part II

“why don’t you tell me who you’re cheating on me with, darling.”

part I

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“pardon?” her eyes were wide and her brows furrowed as she tried to process the accusation at hand.

“you heard me, sweetheart.”

the way he was speaking made her blood run cold. silence, once again, fell heavy among them, even heavier than previously and for a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.

cheating? was he serious?

“harry, what on earth are you talking about?”

he audibly sighed, turning around to throw his finished cigarette out. his hands gripped the railing and he was trying to keep his composure. nausea was rising in his gut and he was wondering, just for a moment, if he should just drop the subject entirely. but alas, he knew that it was too late. he was sick, physically and mentally, of trying to hide from his version of the reality of things.

“you faked it. your orgasm.” he tried not to sound so ashamed as he felt pathetic enough as is. her eyes widened once more, though harry wasn’t there to see it. his body was there, physically, with his back facing her; his mind, however, was entirely elsewhere and running a mile a minute.

depending on how this conversation evolves, it could very well mean the end of it all. it was aggravating, frustrating and most of all, entirely heartbreaking. what harry felt predominantly, though, was fear. he was afraid of living a life that she wasn’t a part of, afraid of finding out who he was without her and who he would leave behind. that is, if he is even strong enough to do that. sadly, his pride happened to be at the forefront of things, hindering him from showing any sort of vulnerability. he wasn’t strong enough to show how broken he truly felt, and she was too consumed in her own problems to realise.

so he noticed that she faked it, that much she did understand. where his claim of her disloyalty came from, however, she had yet to figure out. as her palm found her forehead before it travelled through her hair, scratching her scalp in its wake, she was in desperate search of a way to explain herself. she was a lot of things, but a cheater was not one of them.

a sudden breeze made her aware of the lack of clothing on her form, so she crossed the room in two large steps in search of his shirt that was thrown across the room a mere ten minutes ago. as she bent down to pick it up and put it on, she was ripped out of her thoughts so violently, it shook her to her core.

“don’t you dare put my shirt on, y/n.”

she turned around to find him looking at her with a certain iciness that she had never before seen from him. his eyes lacked any and all warmth, even though it was still alive and present when they were making love just now. in an instant, her arms crossed over her torso to cover herself somewhat; she felt extremely exposed and vulnerable under his judgemental gaze. for the first time since she had known him, she felt uncomfortable because of him.

“are you actually serious right now, harry? what the fuck is going on with you?” her shame and guilt were momentarily replaced by anger and confusion.

“tell me that you faked your orgasm.”

in utter disbelief she replied, “yes, harry, I had to fake it! now let me put some clothes on.”

harry crossed the room while she reached for her blouse just next to his shirt. and before she knew it, he stood before her, tall and proud and maybe even kind of scary. she, too, felt too proud to show him her fear, though.

“why?”

she took a moment to ground herself and looked at him. she took note of his frown, the creases on his forehead, his flared nostrils, his heavy breaths and the emotion in his eyes. and where she should feel anger at his outrageous accusation, she now mostly felt heavy. her heart felt like there were physical weights attached to it, pulling it to her guts. she felt like somebody who was taking a rollercoaster ride and the massive drop was just ahead. she felt uneasy and thrown off balance and it pained her to realise that she did this to herself, too. but he would never know any of it.

thus came the calm before the storm,

“harry, listen-“

and then: thunderclap.

“who is he? or she or- fuck! who are they, y/n? answer me!”

followed by deafening silence.

she waited for a few beats before she replied, involuntarily so, as the air felt like it was knocked out of her chest.

“what on god’s green earth makes you think you can just raise your voice at me, huh?” the fear and discomfort she felt a few moments ago have turned into a monsoon of agony and rage. she loved him, more than anything, but she wasn’t going to let him speak to her like that.

harry looked visibly distressed. her reaction and the situation at hand made his guts churn and his hands clammy. he knew that he shouldn’t have shouted, that he cannot deny. her avoidance of the topic, however, led him to believe that his fears were justified.

he settled down, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. he looked down at her and continued, “I asked you a question. who are they?”

now it was her turn to rage.

“I'm not bloody cheating on you, are you out of your mind? what the hell made you come to this ridiculously stupid conclusion?” she never once broke their eye contact, wanting him to feel how ridiculous the accusation felt to her.

“you faked your fucking orgasm, y/n!” he shouted back, “matter of fact, you barely fucking looked at me while I was literally balls deep inside of you. what the hell am I supposed to think?!”

she never thought she’d have a fight like this with him. they were usually very good at handling their discussions without raising their voices. she hardly remembers a time where they fought, period. times have changed, it seems.

“so?! you immediately think I fucking cheated on you, harry? how fucking fragile is your ego?”

“stop avoiding the fucking question!”

“I didn’t fucking cheat on you!”

“then why did you fake it?”

“because I almost had a fucking panic attack but I tried to brush over it to make you feel better!”

now harry was the one who was at a loss for words. was she lying or was his ego actually this fragile? he didn’t know, but he needed to find out soon, or he was going to lose his mind.

unfortunately, harry had a tendency to turn into a bit of an arrogant prick when his pride overcame him. he wouldn’t necessarily claim to even be ridiculously proud. still, whenever he had to decide between giving in and standing his ground, the latter happened to be his knee-jerk reaction, tragically so for him.

“bullshit.” he scoffed, still not breaking eye contact. he knew that something was off and he wouldn’t rest until he knew, for sure, why. so he continued, “I know you and your body like the back of my fucking hand, y/n. things have been going downhill for us for weeks now, and you know it. we barely do anything together anymore, we barely see each other, hell, we barely fucking speak, y/n!” he raised his voice again. she kept quiet, taking it all in. “I wreck my brain, day and night, about when it all burned down around us and I still don’t have a definitive answer.” he takes a heavy breath as he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. it was getting harder and harder for him to keep his composure, he realised.

“so, please, y/n. for the love of god and everything holy, just tell me who they are so we can get this over with.” he said, in a terribly weak voice.

then, they looked at each other again. and suddenly, the world felt cold and lonely.

he thought that he was about to get a confession. she was going to tell him their name, apologise profusely and maybe beg for forgiveness. she was going to explain to him that she did it in a moment of weakness, that she didn’t mean to and that she loved him, and he was prepared to shut it all down, even if he wasn't strong enough to do so. nevertheless, he already hated himself for it, but he swore to himself that he wasn’t going to get hurt like that, again. and when he saw the first stream of tears run down her face, he was entirely certain of what was going to happen next.

or so he thought.

she looked at him with a look that combined fury and sadness in a way that slightly caught him off guard. she looked angry, incredibly so, and it seemed like that anger was directed towards him. she silently let her tears fall and stared at him in what seemed to be utter disbelief. and when she went to wipe them away with her right hand, harry was faced with something he definitely wasn’t expecting.

she laughed.

confused and irritated, he asks, “what on earth is so funny?”, with his chest physically puffed up and his fists clenched, and that only made her laugh more, with her tears falling heavier.

and for what felt like the first time in too long, she finally spoke.

“harry, I swear to god, you are the most arrogant dickhead I have ever met in my entire life.”

harry gathered his breath once more, ready to interject. he was immediately interrupted, however, by her raised hand. in complete and utter dominance she kept him silent, without having spoken a single word. when she was sure he wouldn’t try to interrupt, she continued.

“so, let me get this straight. you’ve been noticing how things have been rocky between us lately, or as you so accurately put it, ‘going downhill’. that’s good! at least that means I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.” she pauses momentarily, blinking some more tears away. “and then, after being with me for, what? 4 years? and after everything we’ve been through, your first thought is that I cheated on you? and not just that, you’re so bloody sure of it, you’re expecting me to fucking confess? because there couldn’t possibly be another valid reason as to why I am not constantly all over you, correct?”

there was not a trace of laughter when she spoke and towards the end, she sounded like she was seething. so much so, that the hair on his arms stood up. and thus, they stood across from one another. both of them were angry and frustrated and confused and hurt and, most of all, sad. heartbroken. lost.

this wasn’t supposed to happen to them. they were supposed to be the ones that made it through it all, or at least that’s how they both envisioned it. unbeknownst to each other, they both envisioned a life together. a house that felt like home, a couple of cats and dogs running around, many plants to look after and love shared in every way, shape or form. but now, as she stood before him and he stood before her, they felt like everything crumbled underneath them in that very moment. maybe they weren’t that lucky after all.

“why aren’t you answering me, harry? I asked you a question.” she mocked. his pride was fading, albeit too slowly, as he spoke again.

“again, can you blame me, y/n? it’s not even just about how we’ve been drifting apart.” his guard was crumbling at his feet, tears dangerously close. “when you came home today and we started speaking, I just felt so defeated because it all just felt so… forced? but then you finally, after what felt like a fucking eternity, initiated an actual conversation again! it honestly felt like my heart was leaping with joy, especially when I told you about my day and the things that are going on in my life. y/n, it felt so, so good. until I didn’t know what else to say. then it was fucking heartbreaking. but when you touched me, I had this glimmer of hope, that things could maybe go back to how they were. that you and me could go back to being you and me. and, god, when I realised you faked whatever that was I just… I felt fucking disgusting. I felt like I used you to get off and you used me to sell some kind of story, to keep up a fake image of this perfect relationship we used to have. but what kills me the most, is that you dare to stand here and talk to me about ‘daring to accuse you’ of something as outrageous as disloyalty, when you seriously believed that I wouldn’t notice how your body wasn’t reacting to me. we used to share something, my love. this otherworldly connection that I wrote so many fucking songs about. before this all changed, we used to want to be around each other. I remember how you would randomly call me throughout the day, just to tell me a funny thought that you had, or how you would send me pictures of sunsets when I wasn’t there to see them. or how I used to do the same, until you stopped reacting. there you were, suddenly, completely uninterested in anything I had to tell you after you came home from that godforsaken job of yours! you were too exhausted to even notice my presence sometimes. and then, sometimes turned into most of the time. and you came home later and later and you told me less and less and all of a sudden I found myself living with someone I barely know! and all of this, all of it, changed in a mere six weeks and three days, y/n. it changed so quickly that I had no other choice than to think of the worst possible option. and it’s not like I could ask you about it, because anytime I did ask you about anything, about your day or work or your fucking life in general, all I got in response, were short, dry and unspecific answers that just led me to believe the worst. and I’m tired, y/n. I’m tired and upset and heartbroken and, just, so… so tired.”

hot, chubby tears made their presence known on not only her cheeks but his, too. and for the umpteenth time that night, they went quiet. both of them wrecking their brain for the right thing to say, do or change. for the very first time, however, they felt like they ran out of time; like they ran out of chances to make things right. it was then and there that their house felt no longer like a home, but an empty space. like they both didn’t belong there.

she spoke in a small, shaky voice in complete juxtaposition to how she spoke moments before.

“harry… I, fuck. I don’t even know what to say.” she said, frantically wiping tears away and trying to compose herself. he just stood there, letting them fall. he didn’t have it in him to keep fighting.

“you know how long I’ve been working to get to where I am now. I used to tell you all about it, remember? and, god, I know I’ve been home less and practically running all over the place but harry, you have to believe me that none of this has anything to do with you. I’ve been acting out of fear, if anything, because I’m doing anything in my power not to fuck this up for myself. I know I’ve been neglecting you and us and, fuck, myself too! I know that and I am well aware of it, but for you to genuinely believe that I was cheating; it just… it breaks my heart, harry.” she choked on another sob and he felt his hand twitch, begging to reach out to her, begging to hold her close and kiss her pain away. unfortunately, he needed someone to hold him, too.

“and you know what the worst part is? after everything you’ve said, I get it. I get where you’re coming from. it does nothing to ease the pain though. or the embarrassment or the fear or fuck-all.”

she sighed, deeply, as did harry, trying to soothe their own pain, somehow.

“y/n…” he started, knowing that the topic he was getting into was sensitive enough as is, even without the added weight of their argument.

“you know you don’t have to work, you know I could take care of you and-“

“don’t you dare bring this up now, harry. don’t you dare.”

and like many times before, she shut him down completely. and it frustrated him to no end.

ever since harry and y/n got into a more serious stage of their relationship, he had been bringing up the topic of her financial distress, constantly. whether it was her student loans, her parents asking for money, or just regular living expenses, she was always struggling in a way, at least at first. now that she earned a decent amount though, her anxiety has seemingly doubled. she can pay for her life now but is also in constant fear of it being taken away again. she also will not let him spend a dime on her, for some reason, and it frustrated harry endlessly. he knew where she was coming from, as her explanation always danced somewhere along the lines of ‘not wanting to use him for his money’ and ‘her being able to take care of herself’. harry tried being respectful, he really did! but when he saw how her job was ripping her flesh from her bones, destroying her mental, physical and emotional wellbeing, he couldn’t help but feel agitated. she was just too proud to tell him that she needed help and it made him feel like she did not trust him. it was a topic that they had yet to work through, but harry did not feel like that would happen tonight, either. 

still, with another heavy sigh to brace himself, he bravely continued.

“y/n, listen-“

“no, harry, we’ve been through this-“

“don’t fucking interrupt me, y/n! I mean, for fucks sake, look at you! look at us! you haven’t been sleeping or eating or getting a fucking break ever since you got this fucking job, and it got even worse when you got the damn promotion! your body is giving up on you, the stress is fucking you up from the inside out. and you just said that you almost had a panic attack during sex, for heaven’s sake! I’m willing to bet everything I have on your job having something to do with it. am I right?”

she fell silent and that was all he needed as confirmation.

“there we have it. you know I’m right about this.”

a few beats of silence passed.

“harry, I worked too hard for myself just to let a man take care of my finances. I don’t care how right you are, this is not something you will ever be able to change, okay? please just accept it so we can move on to work on actual problems.”

“actual problems? then what the fuck do you expect us to do?!” he shouted, “for fucks sake, y/n, look at us! if I am just ‘a man’ to you then what the hell am I even fighting for? you know I’d give my fucking life for you. I’d do fucking anything to make you happy. do you know how infuriating it is to be faced with a problem that is fixable and the only reason I can’t do anything is because you are too proud to accept some help?! this is ridiculous, fucking ridiculous.”

“this has nothing to do with my pride, harry. this is my own choice and it’s based on my own principle.” she responded as calmly as possible.

he was not calm by any means.

“principle?! what fucking principle?!” his fear turned into rage, once more. now, however, much worse than before.

“the principle of never letting anyone have that kind of power over me, especially somebody who could just up and leave whenever they please! I need to be able to support myself and that is not something I am willing to compromise.”

his rage made his eyes glow a warmer shade of green. harry didn't think it was possible to feel both crushed and furious at the same time, and yet here he was, pitifully.

“do you even trust me, y/n?” he shouted for the last time that night.

“honestly harry? right now, I’m not exactly sure I do!

and it was right at that moment that harry felt his heart snap clean in half. if he had to describe the kind of pain he felt, he would probably compare it to having the weight of a cargo ship right on his spine. and before he could give it much more thought, he did everything he could to shield and protect himself from even more pain. 

so he spoke.

“then get the fuck out of my house.”

her eyes were wide. his? tired, defeated and unbelievably hurt.

did silence always feel this suffocating? she wasn’t so sure. but as she looked at him for what would be the last time that night, she could barely breathe as she spoke out three simple words in complete and utter disbelief.

“fuck you, harry.”

and so, she left.

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3.7k, not proofread (sorry!!!), lowercase intended

SHE’S FINALLY HERE!!! i’m so very sorry for the delay but i am so, so, SO grateful for the wonderful feedback i’ve received !!! it means the world to me, truly. also, please forgive me for how short this is, but it's only because there will be a part 3 (woooo!) so you cannot off me just yet <3 anyways, I hope you’ve enjoyed it !!! and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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p.s.: many people have asked me to add them to a tag list, but I am honestly quite overwhelmed with the sheer amount of people who so kindly asked. its currently 3am and i don't think i have the physical capacity to tag hundreds of people under this, please forgive me. i hope those who wanted to be tagged still find this. 

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[paimonial-rage]

fighting losing battles - childe

synopsis: whether hand in hand or bloodied and bruised, you would bring ajax home.

ship: childe x reader

notes: 1.2 words. written for the steambird’s uncommon acts of love event

You let out a cry of pain as your body struck the ground. Every part of you ached—your muscles, your wounds, your heart. And yet, once the world around you stopped spinning, there you were struggling to push yourself back to your feet.

He stood before you there with his dull blue eyes and wide smile. And when you glared at him with fire in your eyes, his own narrowed in delight. He loved seeing you like this, he told you many times. When you stood before him with blood dripping down your legs, an eye swollen shut, and a sword gripped tightly in your hand—that’s when you were the most alive.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give up for now? You can barely stand,” He taunted, tapping the blunt edge of his sword against his shoulder.

But you only readied your stance in reply.

“Will you shut up? As if you’re not having the time of your life.”

His grin pulled even wider as he dashed forward to you once more. Like clockwork, your body weaved left and right, his habits and fighting style burned into your memory. In the back of your mind, you wondered how long it took you to reach this state, how many times you’ve been knocked to the ground. Far too many, you supposed.

You lifted your sword brought it down toward his left, but when his met yours, you pulled back and thrusted it toward his shoulder instead. Not much to your surprise, he deflected your sword with ease. You gritted your teeth. How frustrating. No matter how much you trained, no matter how many times you improved, he handled everything you threw at him with ease. It made you simply–

With a roar of anger, you materialized a polearm into your right hand and hurled it toward him. Following closely behind, you leapt up into the air and brought down your sword. It was a rather dirty play, you admitted, but how could you not when, instead of a shout of fear, a bark of laughter erupted from his lips? With a splash of blue, the polearm was knocked to the side and your sword met two of hydro.

“That was different,” he let out breathlessly, life sparking in his eyes. “Did you perhaps come up with that while we were apart?”

You didn’t reply, instead opting to jump back before dropping the sword to materialize your polearm back into your hands once more. With that, you rushed forward, forcing him to defend. The polearm was the weapon you were the most adept with, after all, even though you rarely took it out before him. With everything he put you through, he didn’t deserve it. He knew it too, for as he began to retreat, his cheeks began to flush and an excited smile took life upon his lips.

“Ah, this is why you’re such a delight to spar with, comrade. You always keep me on my toes!”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up!?”

You knew he loved using his words to aggravate you. It made you more aggressive, more alive. And he loved it. He couldn’t fathom how you could become even more beautiful. But as casual as his words were, these fights were never spars, not to you. And though his words said otherwise, they were never games, not to him. They were things you both took seriously. You promised his father, after all. You promised him you would bring Ajax back—back home.

You still remembered how he used to be before that fateful day he disappeared into the forest. He was a kind and hesitant boy, enamored with the stories his father would tell of legends and heroes of time’s past. During those days, you both would reenact those stories in the snow, sparring with sticks. You used yours as a polearm. He didn’t have a preference. You could beat him easily back then. He didn’t have the sureness in his step as his older siblings.

But then he changed after he was found. Though his younger siblings couldn’t know any better, the rest of you knew it well. A beast was wearing the skin of Ajax. The boy you grew up with was nowhere to be found. As he climbed up the ranks in the Fatui, you hated seeing it, the hurt and regret of his father. And yet, even though he was far beyond your reach, you promised his father you would return with Ajax’s hand in yours.

You ran into him a few days after joining the Fatui. His dull eyes brightened as they did when he was younger upon catching sight of you. He told you he missed you and asked how his home fared. So you told him the truth. You said everything. You spoke of your promise to his father. Then, you told him you would bring him home. Ever the opportunist, he offered you a deal. If you beat him in combat, he would readily return home. But in order to do that, you had to join his squadron.

You agreed.

You climbed the ranks quickly as your skills increased with him as an opponent. It was much to his delight for he was eager to keep you at his side. How much he enjoyed regaling tales of your youths to others around the mess hall table? How eager he was to have conversations with you upon those long ship rides between missions? As much as he loved the thrill of battle, you were his only tie home.

The way he went about it was rather insidious as well. On long road trips to and from bases, it was your shoulder upon which he napped. And during those freezing nights training in Snezhnaya, it was your sleeping bag to which he was drawn. You wouldn’t deny him, you never did as a child. It was a fact he knew well. As loathe you were to admit, his warmth still brought you the same comfort as it did all those years ago. You felt you were home.

In the back of your mind, you knew he did it on purpose. Though he never bothered to hide his bloodlust from you, the way he smiled and threw his arm over your shoulder made it easy to forget the boy he used to be, the one you missed dearly. But that wasn’t his goal—to cause you to forsake the past. He treasured those childhood years as much as you did, after all. But you knew the truth. He wanted you to see him as the person he was now.

So as you stabbed your polearm forward and parried his blades, you ignored the hesitation that sat at the back of your throat. You didn’t think about the way the warmth grew within your heart toward this person. You refused to consider how it felt so wrong.

And as his blades warred against yours, he didn’t address the change you knew he noticed within you. He didn’t mention the way you began to lean into his arms during those cold nights, nor how you’d find yourself smiling and laughing along with his antics. You knew him well. He wouldn’t dishonor your resolve like that.

In the end, you both knew it well. Regardless of anything that would happen, you only had one goal. Whether hand in hand or bloodied and bruised, you would bring Ajax home.

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[zoeykallus]

Hi there! I love your headcanons and I was wondering if I could make a personal request. Let me know if this is a no-go.

I have PMDD, premenstrual dysphoric disorder, basically PMS [premenstrual syndrome] but 20x worse. It usually resolves upon the onset of the crimson wave. But not all the time.

I have been struggling really badly with the deep depression, insomnia, and self-image issues brought on by my disorder.

Do you think we can see how the Batch handles their fem reader S/O struggling with this disorder specifically? And maybe, if it's not too much, a part 2 with some of our favorite regs?

Thank you so much!

Aloha my dear!

Oh, this is a heavy hitter, I know where you are coming from. So many people out there have no idea how freaking much this can affect someone's life. PMS is already a hard thing to deal with, but PMDD brings it to yet another really shitty level. Don't worry, I got you 😊

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - Struggling With PMDD

Warnings: Mention of PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) and its symptoms /Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

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AC: I'm using Techs Part first to introduce PMDD and its symptoms to those who might not know what it is. So don't be surprised about Tech's Part being longer than the others, there is a lot of information in there. So please read Tech's part, to understand what this is all about 😊

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Tech

The first experiences he has with you in this context are frightening for him. Apart from the fact that you suddenly seem like a completely different person to him, he is really worried about you. But Tech wouldn't be Tech if he didn't get to the bottom of this.

It takes him a little while to find the right material.

Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) is a much more severe form of premenstrual syndrome (PMS). It may affect women of childbearing age. It’s a severe and chronic medical condition that needs attention and treatment. Lifestyle changes and sometimes medicines can help manage symptoms.

The exact cause of PMDD is not known. It may be an abnormal reaction to normal hormone changes that happen with each menstrual cycle. The hormone changes can cause a serotonin deficiency. Serotonin is a substance found naturally in the brain and intestines that narrows blood vessels and can affect mood and cause physical symptoms.

What are the risk factors for PMDD?

While any woman can develop PMDD, the following may be at increased risk:

Women with a family history of PMS or PMDD  

Women with a personal or family history of depression, postpartum depression, or other mood disorders

Other possible risk factors include lower education and cigarette smoking

Talk with your healthcare provider for more information.

"Healthcare provider?" he mumbles softly between reading, "As if any of us have such a thing"

Symptoms of PMDD appear during the week before menstruation and end within a few days after your period starts. These symptoms disrupt daily living tasks. Symptoms of PMDD are so severe that women have trouble functioning at home, at work, and in relationships during this time. This is markedly different than other times during the month.

There is a chart with symptoms and he worriedly starts to read it.

The following are the most common symptoms of PMDD:

Psychological symptoms

Irritability

Nervousness

Lack of control

Agitation

Anger

Insomnia

Difficulty in concentrating

Depression

Severe fatigue

Anxiety

Confusion

Forgetfulness

Poor self-image

Paranoia

Emotional sensitivity

Crying spells

Moodiness

Trouble sleeping

Fluid retention

Swelling of the ankles, hands, and feet

Periodic weight gain

Diminished urine output

Breast fullness and pain

Respiratory problems

Allergies

Infections

Eye complaints

Vision changes

Eye infection

Gastrointestinal symptoms

Abdominal cramps

Bloating

Constipation

Nausea

Vomiting

Pelvic heaviness or pressure

Backache

Skin problems

Acne

Skin inflammation with itching

Aggravation of other skin disorders, including cold sores

Neurologic and vascular symptoms

Headache

Dizziness

Fainting

Numbness, prickling, tingling, or heightened sensitivity of arms and/or legs

Easy bruising

Heart palpitations

Muscle spasms

Other

Decreased coordination

Painful menstruation

Diminished sex drive

Appetite changes

Food cravings

Hot flashes

His brows are drawn together critically. With a heavy sigh, he says quietly to himself, "Oh boy…"

Tech makes it his business to see that you are examined by a proper doctor, given appropriate medication, and change your diet. He sometimes seems stern and matter-of-fact, but only when he notices you neglecting yourself. Tech also pampers you to counteract the psychological symptoms, with picnics, massages and the like.

Don't worry too much, Tech's got your back. He won't give up on you.

Hunter

His senses already tell him what connections exist with your condition. But of course he is not a doctor and therefore informs himself accordingly without your knowledge, Tech helps him. What he learns frightens him, Hunter is really worried, and he makes it his mission to make this time, these symptoms, easier for you. Apart from making sure you always have the medication you need at hand, he is also much more attentive and caring than usual during this time.

You can let yourself go and not have to worry about anything, Hunter takes everything in hand and has it under control. He is especially gentle and forgiving with you during this time. You mean a lot to him, and he does his absolute best to help you.

He doesn't argue with you when you get your moods, if you want to be alone he respects that, but keeps an eye on you from a safe distance, just in case.

Echo

This sweet man really throws himself into the task of helping you. Whether it's getting your medications, preparing food, massages, and running relaxing baths, Echo has it all covered.

With him by your side, you will want for nothing during this difficult time. He is also not easily scared away, he is as patient as he is stubborn. You don't have to go to the doctor alone, Echo will accompany you.

He organizes your medication, your diet and everything else you need, if you want. If you don't, you must tell him clearly, because Echo will automatically see his task in taking care of everything.

Wrecker

He is warm, and lively. Contrary to the expectations of most, he is also very sensitive and attentive. Of course, he does not miss the fact that something is wrong with you. Of course, he is worried and wants to help.

Talk to him honestly, try not to withdraw, and you will have a steadfast supporter and caretaker in Wrecker. He likes to spoil you, make sure you are taken care of and have your medication.

Wrecker is happy to adapt to you, you just need to communicate with him and let him know what you need. Taking care of you is very easy for him, he likes to do that. Knowing that he can make things easier for you is also good for him in this situation. So confide in him, there is absolutely no reason to pretend in front of him.

Crosshair

He is a bit more complicated at first. Of course, you are incredibly important to him, and he also has a certain empathy, but he often stands in his own way when it comes to emotional, interpersonal things.

At first, he can't really deal with it at all and is looking for some distance at this time. But in a small conversation between brothers, in which Hunter makes it clear to him that his behavior sooner or later can seriously damage your relationship, Crosshair first informs himself more precisely about the existing problem. Finally, he approaches you with the knowledge he has gathered and tries to discuss with you what you can do together as a couple, what he can do as your partner to make the whole thing easier for you.

You talk about medications, doctor visits, relaxation techniques, and home remedies to combat some symptoms. It doesn't take long for the two of you to work out a certain routine that you can both manage and that he can use to help you get through this time okay.

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[raparopa]

a/n: @mischiefmanaged71 @crazyhorseforgot

warnings: Language, Squaller!OC

pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x OC!Dasha Romanov

summary: There is clearly an understatement between Nikolai and his childhood friend. But who knew that things could get even worse when the sun shines on the horizon?

gold and silver

part one. about meetings

I looked at the stars. Silver jewels scattered over the blue velvet of the night sky - this was the sky above the sea, in which I spent almost all my time. And yet, accepting Nikolai's invitation was one of the best decisions of my life.

I have found a new family. Tolya and Tamar turned out to be some of the most incredible people I have ever met. Such a connection was for me...not new... The fact is that I myself experience such a connection, the only thing I do not know for one hundred percent is whether it is mutual.

During the time spent side by side on the ship, next to Sturmhond, I realized that I love Nikolai. And every day this feeling only intensified. I looked at him and tried to figure out if his feelings were similar to mine, or if Nikolai was acting like a little stinging fox as usual. But there was something in his actions, looks, words that made me suspect that we had a good chance.

We became much closer than in our youth, we were two parts of one whole, we were those who cannot live without each other. We never said anything that could indicate our feelings for each other. I don't know if it was necessary at this time? I did not want to destroy that wonderful peace between me and Nikolai, which we have been building and restoring for many years, and now we support it.

Each time, Tamar said with a cheerful smile how Nikolai's heart was beating, as soon as he thought of me. But how was I to know if she was joking or not? You can't tell these twins.

A cool sea breeze blew into my face. I smiled, twisting it with my fingers into a small whirlwind and letting it float through the water. But from the other side of the ship there were conversations. And several voices were clearly unfamiliar to me. I frowned and pushed off the deck with my hands, striding confidently there to understand what was happening. I don’t know what was going on, but my gut told me that something was going on that I obviously didn’t like. Because of this, the wind increased, rose, crashing into the sails.

I went to the other side of the deck and saw Tolya, Tamar and two strangers at the gangway. One of them was a tall, strong guy, next to him was a short girl with long, black hair. They talked about something very tensely.

-What's going on?-I shouted to be heard. All pairs of eyes immediately stared at me and at my menacing face.

-Dasha!- Tolya greeted joyfully, waving his hand to me. -We have unexpected passengers here,-he pointed to a couple of strangers.

-Yes, they want to charter our ship,- Tamar continued, showing me a gold hairpin that sparkled in the moonlight. -We need to take them to the captain. How is he? In what mood? - She smiled strangely at me.

I was embarrassed, but did not show it, only raising my eyebrows.

-As usual, in good health,-I said, folding my arms over my chest and carefully looking at the strangers. -Good, -I nodded. -Tolya?

He nodded to me.

-Take them to the captain.

It seemed to me that the issue was resolved, but then soldiers of the First Army appeared from the darkness.

-You! Stop!- the old man in military uniform croaked.

- Do you want a fight? Huh?-Tamar said menacingly, pulling out her axe.

-This man is a deserter, he must be with us!- the old man continued.

-Is that so?- Tamar continued caustically. I rolled my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. -They want a fight!- she roared, causing everyone who was carrying bags on deck to grab their weapons.

-Oh, Saints, help me...- I said to myself, mentally dreaming how I would conduct a conversation with them, and how I would ask Nikolai to give them a couple of diplomacy lessons.

-I don't want to aggravate the conflict with Shu Han...

It was a mistake. Mistake old man in uniform. Tolya took up the sword.

-We are not Shu Han,-Yul-Bataar said, approaching his sister. -We are on our own.

-Save your bullets for the war, and tell your soldiers to know their place.- I barked belligerently, stepping onto the gangplank. I was rather tired of this situation, and I wanted to exhale as soon as possible and calmly sail away. Both my words and my old caftan, with which I did not dare to part after the Second Army, were clearly a weighty argument. Ravka's soldiers retreated.

Strangers boarded.

They looked rumpled, but they were very smart. I slowly examined them from head to toe, trying to isolate at least something that could help me find out more information about them, but I did not find anything strange or unusual.

-We’ll go to the captain,- I said slowly and low, when Tolya and Tamar appeared behind me. - He will give his final verdict.

The guy jerked his shoulder in annoyance, glaring at me angrily, but I didn't care.

-Let's go. -I passed by, heading straight into the hall to Nikolai.

I physically felt the tension that was in the air. No one dared to utter a word, I think the twins and I looked menacing, so the strangers were silent.

Nobody ever tried to charter our ship, it was the first time, but it was...interesting.

We approached the doors when Tolya opened them.

-Captain,- he turned to Nikolai, going inside. -They want to charter our ship.

- And immediately. - Some unprecedented courage suddenly woke up in the boy. We were also in the room.

-We need to sail now!- the girl also flushed, stubbornly following her companion.

Nikolai chuckled.

-Let's get two things straight,- he braced his hands on the table. -I'm not given orders on my own ship.- His face immediately became tense.

It was always amazing how he switched from one state to another so quickly.

- And we're already sailing. Glad you joined. And now, maybe add some light to the cabin, - I frowned, not understanding what he was talking about. - Since you, Alina Starkov. Saint on twenty million kruge.

These words hung in the air like a thick fog. My face stretched in surprise, I felt something rising in my stomach. That was the last thing I expected to hear tonight, I would have been prepared for anything but this. I looked first at Alina, then at her companion, and in the end my eyes fixed on Nikolai, as if demanding an answer from him.

How did he know? How does he know the price for this girl? Why didn't he say anything to me... That is, to us.

Lantsov quickly shot his eyes in my direction, and again turned to the newcomers. He pulled a revolver out of its holster and placed it meaningfully on the table.

-Alive or dead.- His voice became low and almost menacing as she looked at Alina.

What the hell...

-It’s silly to play up, Starkov, you are a Sun Summoner,-Nikolai continued.

In surprise, I even had to lean my hand against the wall as thoughts raced feverishly through my aching head. I looked at Tolya, but judging by his expression, he was also, to put it mildly, shocked. We both stood with him, behind Alina Starkov's back, like fools, the only ones who didn't understand what the hell was going on.

-Yes, you are right,- Alina threw belligerently, throwing up her hands, from which light immediately escaped.

Nikolai whistled.

-Not bad,- he shook his head, with a meaningful smile. - I'm hard to impress.

But Sun Summoner clearly did not share Nikolai's fun.

-Let us go,- she hissed, -Or lose twenty million kruge and the ship. Her threats looked a little funny. No matter how saintly Alina was, she did not seem to me an experienced fighter, rather a chaotic bundle of energy.

The light burned in Alina's hands, like a real, living flame of light. I myself did not understand how I took a step forward, how my fingers froze in signs that they could summon a hurricane. But I was gently pulled by the shoulder.

-Don’t, Dasha,- Tolya whispered to me. -Don’t jump to conclusions, Romanov. We can always get into a fight. Where is your diplomacy?

I glared at him, reluctantly admitting that he was right.

-Let you,- Nikolai got up from his chair at the table. -You can sentence us to death in the sea desert,- he went to the table, pouring some amber alcohol into a crystal glass. - Please note that we are already far from the shore. Besides, I won't hand you over to the Fjordans.

-Really? -Alina immediately stopped releasing light from her palms.

-Yes, Saints forbid,- Nikolai simply threw, realizing in a moment that he had blurted out. -Or is it indecent to say this in front of a living saint?- He turned to me in a rhetorical question. I tilted my head, pursing my lips.

They continued talking, but the words slipped past me. The only thing I heard was Nikolai's cute tone when he spoke to Alina. I still tried furiously to grab at least one word of their conversation, but I couldn't. For some reason, I felt betrayed. Did Nikolai not trust me so much that he could not devote to his ingenious plan to "capture" the Sun Summoner? Am I not the kind of person he can share everything with? He knows that I will always be by his side.

I looked at Nicholai. I felt offended. I felt selfish. Why was my chest so empty? Why, as soon as Alina Starkov stepped on board, did it hurt so much?

Maybe I did something wrong, since Nikolai no longer trusts me? Did I say something that made him doubt me?

Someone touched my shoulder, and only then did I wake up.

Tolya looked at me with regret, nodding in the direction of the exit. Of course, damn it, he heard my heart. I quickly gathered myself together, gave him a forced smile and nodded, following him and our "guests" to show them their sleeping quarters.

-No, no, no,- we were all immediately interrupted by the voice of Nikolai. We turned to look at him at once. - You, - he pointed to me. - Dasha, stay for a minute. -he asked, trying not to smile.

Tolya smiled slyly at me and led the passengers out of the cabin. I carefully closed the door, turning to look at him.

- Nikolai. - I said evenly, straightening my back, and folding my hands behind my back, raising my eyes with an effort to look at him...

He finally allowed himself a wide smile as he walked up to me, taking my hand and leading me forward through the cabin.

- Nikolai, if you want to talk, then speak. - Sharper than you wanted, I said.

-What's the matter?- he asked softly, his blue eyes sparkling charmingly, the way he always did when he wanted to get something.

I exhaled heavily, disengaging from his grip and rubbing my wrists.

This gesture obviously did not please him. He stopped smiling.

- Dasha, what happened? Any problems?

I looked at him from under my brows.

-Well,- I began hard. -Tell me, Nikolai, do you trust me?- I decided to come from afar.

He opened his eyes in surprise.

-Of course I trust you. More than anyone, you know it дорогая. Ever since you didn't tell your nanny my name as a kid when she asked about the stolen cakes. -he said, grabbing my hand again. Those words made me smile faintly.

-Remember that?- he chuckled. -I remember well how you…

-...Saved your ass for the first time? Yes, such things are not forgotten, Nikolai. - I continued for him, forcing the prince to roll his eyes jokingly. -But... It's different. Why didn't you tell me about Alina Starkov? - I finally asked. -Do you think, - I swallowed a lump in my throat from the weight of my own words. - Do you think that I cannot help you? It was possible to devote, at least in general, to your incredible plan. - I turned up my nose.

Nicholai sighed softly.

-Everything had to be as natural as possible. No one should have suspected anything, Alina Starkov in particular. No, of course, I don’t doubt your acting skills, Romanov, but I already walked on the edge of a knife.- He said as his hands let go of my palms, gently wrapping around my waist. - I didn't know it would hurt you so much. I didn't think about your feelings, my mistake.

He shook her head. - Excuse me. - He looked into my eyes, and some mischievous sparks sparkled in his eyes. - Can you forgive me?- he smiled.

I closed my eyes.

-Promise to continue to share such things with me, Nikolai.- I asked quietly, blowing off the hair that had fallen on my face.

-I promise if you let me offer you a worthy apology. -He ran his fingers along my cheek.

Saints. Are my assumptions correct? Could it be that the connection I felt was shared by Nikolai?

-Watching what you mean? -Oh, dear Nikolai, don't think that I'll give you up so easily. - Everyone can say big words.

If I don't drive you crazy, Nikolai Lantsov, no one can do it.

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[thatgirl4815]

Sorry to pester, but re. your point about Ray bringing up Sand's feelings for him only when he's drunk/high - I also wondered if part of that wasn't a simmering frustration at Sand's (understandable, don't get me wrong!) refusal to articulate those feelings to Ray despite Ray having tried to open up that channel of communication a couple of times. When he's sober he can only broach it in a light-hearted (ep 4) or studiously casual (ep 6) way, but when he's off his head it all comes tumbling out in the most toxic, muddled up way possible. I expected to end this ep pissed at Ray but honestly he was so pitiful I still just feel bad for him. Like that classic parental rejoinder - I'm not angry, just disappointed! (Though I think part of that is my disbelief at how callously Mew is using him - all my anger got immediately redirected when Mew couldn't kiss him in private but had no difficulty making out with him to piss off Top - initially I tried to give Mew the benefit of the doubt, thinking he'd at least TRY to feel something more for Ray/give the relationship a go but nah, he's giving literally nothing! Everything he's doing, from trying out Ray's life-endangering self-destructive behaviours for funsies to using Ray's feelings for him to get revenge on Top, when out of everyone he's the one who knows how close Ray's issues came to killing him... Is it any wonder Ray goes after Sand?? Even HE can't fail on some level to pick up on Mew's total disinterest!

Yeah, I’d imagine the majority of people were worried after Ep7 that Ray would be using both Mew and Sand this ep, “two-timing” just like Boston said. But the interesting subversion is that Mew is using Ray much more than Ray is using Mew. Mew even comments that Ray loves him unconditionally, which is the very thing that Mew is using against him; he knows he’s got Ray wrapped around his little finger, so he doesn’t have to worry about using his affection to get back at Top. It indicates just how pathetic Mew thinks Ray is that Ray doesn’t have enough self-respect to walk away from him despite what he’s doing. Mew doesn’t even TRY to be subtle, and idk whether to be aggravated or pleased at that from a viewing perspective.

About Ray and Sand’s admission of their feelings—I’ve said before that I think they have good communication when they’re speaking one-on-one, but the truth is that they are also very indirect when it comes to feelings. Sand told Ray that he would never take someone like him as his boyfriend in Ep3, yet we know he wants a relationship with Ray as early as Ep4, and definitely in Ep5. Sand tells Ray he cares about him in Ep6 and 7, but then he’s (as you indicated, understandably) cold towards him when he sees Ray with Mew, despite the fact that Ray and Sand have never explicitly indicated that they are anything but friends. In that sense, I think Ray is valid for his frustrations about his relationship with Sand; at the same time, I think Sand is valid for being upset about Ray’s relationship with Mew. That’s what’s making their plot so complex—neither one of them is invalid for their feelings imo.

So their romantic feelings are almost entirely based on wordless subtleties that no one seems too keen on vocalizing at the moment (but it looks like they will be addressing them more directly next episode). It makes them both frustrated, but once they address those feelings in words I think it’ll resolve a lot of the tension.

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[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 28: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 850 we are reaching critical levels of shitty behaviour from eddie, also just a short one this week, sorry! 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, so angsty, the most pining angst ever

“Why are you so interested!? Huh? Why do you care?”

You tossed down the hammer with a loud clang, watching it bounce on the table slightly in your peripheral. Eddie was shocked into silence, only momentarily, his seemingly never-ending barrage of questions pertaining to who you might have moved on with finally stopped.

“Because... Because…”

He elongated the last word, stretching it out as he stalled, trying to think of an appropriate answer, since the truth was the last thing he was prepared to admit to.

“I think you will find I don’t care. But I just want to… make sure that we don’t have a repeat of last time.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know very well. Your dalliances with your lovers causing havoc? Bringing the enemy to my front door? I would just like to be certain that nothing is in danger, and there’s no chance of you ruining all of my hard work with your unchecked libido.”

With your mouth open, ready to unleash your anger at him, you were interrupted by him again. He lifted his hands up, shaking his head with an irritatingly nonchalant expression on his face, trying to gain the upper hand by seeming as though he were being entirely reasonable.

“Now, now. No need to be upset. I am merely speaking the truth. See, the unexamined life is not worth living, and I have been wondering lately why you aggravate me so. And it is because you are careless. A dilettante, a purveyor of my works, masquerading amongst your intellectual betters. Me.”

He waited for your retort, but you were so blinded by rage at his words that you couldn’t yet speak, so he took it upon himself to fill the uncomfortable silence, only digging a bigger hole. Part of his brain, and all of his heart, screamed at him to stop. But his ego, his inability to confess or face his feelings, pushed him to drive the wedge further.

“It’s just that you are stupid. And the person you are seeing is also, most likely, stupid. I just want to know what kind of danger I’m in before-”

“Fuck! Eddie!”

The silence was deafening. Once he had recovered from the scare, his whole body flinching at the volume of your words, he stood perfectly still, eyes wide. Your chest heaved as you panted, deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, a futile effort. You were filled with emotion. Anger, hurt, love. And they needed to come out.

“I’m not with anyone! I haven’t ever really been with anyone since I came down here. I wasn’t with Mark. I’m not with anyone now you… fucking moron!”

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but you took a step closer to him, raising your hand. Surprisingly, he took the command and closed his lips, letting you continue what he could only assume was going to become a tirade.

“You’re right though. I am an idiot. Because I have spent so long, so much wasted time, literally worshipping you. And you know that. You know why I came here. You know why I wanted to work for you. Even before I did your stupid interview, you knew. I was willing to do anything for you. Willing to worship you. And I literally do now, since I spend more time at your feet, begging for a shred of compassion, rather than as your equal. But no one is worth you, are they? Not in your mind.”

Dejected, hurt by your own words, spoken out loud and therefore more real than they were when you thought them over compulsively, obsessively, as you lay in your bed.

“I’ve dedicated myself to you, Eddie. For so long.”

Eddie tried to remain still, but his stomach shifted so violently that he couldn’t help but wince. He was in physical pain at the sight of you, at your outpouring. It all felt very real, and unsolvable. Irreparable. It was possible that there was no going back from this point forward. Whatever he did now, it would be his last chance. His only opportunity to make some kind of effort, to seal his fate. Whichever way he chose to let it fall.

His heart rate increased as you moved closer to him again, his pupils dilating as he caught your eyes, focusing on them, intense. There was a heat between you both, one that tortured him. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. His brain couldn’t catch up with itself, and his body, his mouth, had no chance of figuring it out on its own.

“It’s you, Eddie. It’s always been you. It’s fucking… pathetic. But it has been.”

In complete shock at the statement, the raw emotion behind it, Eddie was taken completely aback. There was only one word that made it’s way through the cloud of fog in his mind, down to his trembling lips, and he whispered it so quietly that it was almost impossible for you to hear it. But you did.

“Sorry.”

Brushing past you with no further words, and not even a look, Eddie left you standing in the workshop alone.

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[amatchinwater]

Recently obsessed with this one thing

Reader hits Jason with a lunch tray for making fun of Eddie and Eddie then falls in love with reader

She/her reader

Thank you so much!! This was super fun 💚

Peace Sells | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ (language), mild blood, mild violence, light angst (mostly caused by Jason), kind of possessive behavior, protective reader and Eddie

Words: 1562

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Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

For the first time in your life, you don’t completely hate being the new kid. It took two days, two measly days for you to find people that you can not only call your friends, but that you actually care about. In your third period, Gareth hit you in the face with a crumpled up ball of paper. At first, you were furious because why the fuck did he just throw something at your face? Until he instructed you to open it. Inside, scribbled in awful handwriting, was a note telling you to find him at lunch. 

Which was weird because you didn’t think anyone would want anything to do with the new girl that showed up well over half way into the school year. But he had a nice smile and gave you a reassuring nod. When you found him as promised, he was surrounded by a bunch of guys smiling and laughing, the only one you’d cared to really look at was sat at the head of the table. Turns out, Eddie found out that Gareth shared a class with you and told him to invite you to their group. 

Now, well over two weeks later, you’ve got six of the best friends you could ever ask for. Honestly, you were a little intimidated at first. Not to have your entire friend group be filled with guys, you don’t care about that. No, it was more so that they all seemed so close with one another; very tight knit. And letting in outsiders didn’t seem like something they just did. Definitely not after knowing you for less than twenty-four hours at the time. But you were welcomed with open arms. 

Eddie said he’d never seen a girl walk into school confidently wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and combat boots. They all knew you were meant to be one of them. You didn’t know the first thing about DnD, but they offered to teach you and you’re actually really excited to learn about it. It sounds like a really fun game. 

Everything was going great until, for some fucking reason, Jason Carver of all people decided to take an interest in you. You tried your hardest to avoid the blonde at all costs. But he was like the world’s most annoying magnet. Gravitating towards you every chance he got. Sometimes out of nowhere too. It was aggravating to say the least. Jason didn’t really seem to care, doing his best to lay the charm on thick like it’d work to his benefit. 

It doesn’t. 

Not a big surprise that it doesn’t stop him either. 

Even when you’ve just gotten your tray of food and are making a beeline to the Hellfire table. Honestly, he’d probably follow you into the bathroom- where you often hide from him- if it wouldn’t get him into trouble. 

“Hey,” Jason steps in your path, flashing his pearly whites, hands in his letterman jacket. 

“What do you want, Jason?” You huff out, watching your friends turn their attention towards you from behind the jock. Jeff’s wincing in his seat while Gareth shakes his head at Eddie who’s already on his feet. Not coming over just yet, but watching with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. You love how protective they are of you, but you’re capable of looking out for yourself. 

“I was wondering,” he looks down as he laughs a little, “hoping, really.” Jason corrects himself, blue eyes landing back on your face. “Maybe you’d want to sit with us today? With me?” 

On one hand, you can appreciate Jason just shooting his shot so effortlessly. But you’re far from interested and have told him plenty of times that you’re not. “Jason,” you sigh, adjusting the now heavy tray from holding it for too long, “I really don-”

“Before you say no,” he holds his hands out, smile ever present, “I really like you and-”

“You don’t even know me.” 

“But I’d like to get to know you,” Jason retorts. 

Eddie’s moved, walking slowly towards the two of you now. 

“Look, I’ve tried being polite,” you chuckle dryly, “really, I have. But you just can’t seem to take a hint even when it’s blatantly obvious.” People close to you have ceased their conversations to listen to yours, your voice having raised a few decibels. “So I’m going to say this one last time and I really hope it sticks. I’m. Not. Interested. Nor will I become interested if you keep pestering me. It’s exhausting! I don’t like you.” 

“Is there someone else or something?” Jason looks confused. 

Of course, that’s the only scenario in his mind that someone wouldn’t be swooning over him. Damn near drooling that the jock is giving them the time of day. “Jason, that’s not-” 

“It’s because of Munson, isn’t it?” Jason’s eyes darken with his anger, malice seeping into his tone. “Him and his band of freaks have corrupted you, haven’t they? You know they’re satanists in their spare time, right? Yo-you’re not like them. You’re too pretty to align yourselves with a freak like Ed-” you don’t let him speak Eddie’s name, opting for flinging the food off of your tray onto his clothes as you whack him right in the face with the hard plastic. 

The whole cafeteria goes silent save for Eddie’s shouted, “yes!” 

Jason stumbles a little from your hit, rubbing his jaw, eyeing you with venom in his eyes. 

“You don’t get to fucking say his name. Eddie isn’t a freak, he’s an amazing, normal fucking human being who enjoys playing a game with his friends. If anyone’s a freak, it’s you. He’s ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you growl, lifting your tray to take another swing at him should he try something else. 

But you forgot how agile someone needs to be to be as good at sports like Jason. How fast. He grabs your wrist, the tray clattering to the floor as he yanks you to his chest. Jason’s face is two inches from yours when he seethes, “who the fuck-”

Once again, Jason’s words are cut short when a ring clad hand wraps around his shoulder, Eddie having made it over to the two of you. The twisting of Jason’s body made him let go of your wrist, which you rub to regain circulation, hoping it doesn’t bruise. “Wrong move,” is all Eddie growls, rearing back his fist and punching Jason right in the face. Hard enough that there’s dribbles of blood on his knuckles and the jock falls on his ass. Eddie squats down, absolutely furious, Jason clutching his bloody nose while Eddie yanks him close by his jacket collar. “You think you can put your hands on my girl?” 

His girl? Your heart does backflips in your chest. You can’t even begin to deny that Eddie is incredibly attractive. Or the several wet dreams you’ve had about him. Or how happy you’d be if you were his girl. But not once since you’ve been friends with him have you ever thought he had feelings for you that weren’t platonic. He treats you the same way he does the rest of the guys. One glance at your table shows your friends are just as shocked by his words as you. 

“Apologize, Carver,” Eddie spits his name, “now.” You half hear a muffled apology while Jason tries to stop the bleeding. “You ever touch my girl like that again, or any girl for that matter, I’ll break more than just your fucking nose. Got it?” The jock nods wildly and Eddie drops him, letting him lay back on the ground in pain. Eddie’s back up on his feet, one hand cupping your cheek, the other carefully holding your hand to inspect your wrist. “Are you alright?” 

You want to answer. Nod and tell him that yes, you're fine, just more shaken than anything. But those words don’t come out. What does is, “your girl?” 

“I’m sorry,” a saccharine laugh bubbling out of his chest, “did you not just smash him in the face defending my honor? I’m pretty sure my heart leaped out of my chest the minute your food went flying. I fell in love on the spot watching you hit him like that. And then that speech,” Eddie tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling, “I’m amazing, huh? Ten times the man?” 

“Well,” you shift on your feet, squirming under his undivided attention. He just punched a guy in the face for you and called you his girl. Your heart is practically levitating. Eddie just told you that he loves you because you defended him against Jason and you can barely think. “Yeah, you are,” you admit, a blush turning your cheeks and ears scarlett. 

Eddie pulls you to his chest by the small of your back, “so are you, beautiful.” He grins at the darkening shade of your cheeks. “So yeah, my girl,” he says with such confidence. But softens just a touch, “you cool with that?”

“Very,” you barely have a chance to fully utter the word before his lips are on your and you melt into him. Were it not for Eddie’s arm wrapped around you stabilizing you both, you’d have knocked him on the ground next to Jason. 

“Fucking bullshit,” the blonde grunts. 

You flip him off, smiling into the kiss with Eddie. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things 4 #stranger things #Match Writes

[chuplayswithfire]

okay here it is my true toxic ofmd opinion:

i just think calico jack is neat. i don't love him (have you seen him????) but he is narratively just so fucking neat, and also as a character so fucking neat, because every time you look at him after watching episode eight you have to wonder: how much of this is an act? how much of this is calico jack, performer, in much the same way that edward teach is a natural performer?

because in episode eight we see ed performing the role of 'blackie', wild young pirate extraordinaire, and i've talked about his social chameleoning and how ed plays the roles that he needs to play at any given time, this is a man who is almost never being his most genuine self at any one time but the thing is: we meet calico jack when he is *also* performing a role. he is performing the role of calico jack, wild young pirate extraordinaire. he is very explicitly not being his most genuine self, because he is being the version of himself that can most aggravate stede AND most reassure ed that absolutely nothing about him has changed since the last time they saw each other.

so in much the same way that we don't really ever get to meet edward teach, whole person (though we see a very honest version of him for like a minute in episode 10 before everything goes horribly wrong), we never actually meet calico jack being just calico jack.

and this fascinates me, because the man that we see in calico jack is the wildest version of a pirate frat boy, hazing and laughing and all testosterone and rum fueled wild antics, all the while cleverly manipulating his old shipmate/good friend buddy pal person who he would risk his life for but who he absolutely doesn't have an emotional attachment to because those are gross and weak and weird (aka a fucking friend jack) as well as stede and the entire crew, all the for the explicit sake of saving ed's life.

the entire reason calico jack is out there on that ship causing havoc and being a big dick is because izzy hands got in touch with him to say that ed teach is out there in the direct path of the british fucking navy and he's going to go down if calico jack can't lure him away. and calico jack, a famous pirate in his own right, wanted by the british navy in his own right, goes. we don't ever hear that izzy offered up payment, so for all we know calico jack went out in a dinghy to pull ed from the line of danger for nothing more than the reward of his old shipmate not getting killed by the english.

and he calls izzy sentimental. izzy is at least going to get something out of this - izzy is going to get the revenge, and izzy is going to get stede dead. calico jack, as far as we can tell, is getting absolutely nothing out of this aside from ed's safety...

it's just fucking fascinating. he's such a dick. he's such a fucking dick, passive aggressive, callous with people's feelings and safety, manipulative, and literally dying because he's mad about his friend risking his life for some guy he thinks is a hack.

like, i genuinely think there's a chance he'll come back, just because there's so much potential for him to shed light on ed's past (and he has connections to other pirates that they might want to bring in, like anne bonny and mary read) but even if he doesn't, what we see in him shows is a man who's very much like ed - calculating, working the angles, performative, but the heart in him is hidden by the fact that he's a dick to characters we care about, particularly stede and killing karl - and yet, he's being a dick because he wants to make sure they get the hell out of there, him and blackbeard both, before the english come down on stede and his crew like the fist of god.

and its so interesting. it's fascinating. i don't like jack, but i see in him so much potential, and i'm not like. saying i think fandom needs to obsess over yet another white man, but i do think he's so interestingly twisted, in a way that's at once super toxic and yet utterly distinct from the other toxic mess of piracy in this show, whatever is going on with izzy hands.

#ofmd #our flag means death #calico jack ofmd #ofmd meta #i am SO fascinated by this fucked up funky white man like izzy is one level but izzy is so fucking brutal about it #while calico jack is is such a dick and yet he's obfuscating so hard #the entire time #a complete mystery of a man

[kittyblackout]

Love is in the air - an endgame jegulus fic with rosekiller, part 1

Rosekiller play matchmaker. Ft Regulus wondering how he became friends with these idiots.

Rosekiller fluff <3

Jegulus <3

Wolfstar being oblivious idiots

Sorry if there is grammatical error and slight spelling mistakes, this has not been proofread by my English lit friend yet!

Hope to have part 2 up in the next few days. I'm exited for it, cause we get scheming rosekiller and flutered Regulus for the entire thing. :)

Tw, underage drinking. Nothing graffic, just a breif mention of a past party. As always, please put yourself first!! Enjoy!

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“EVANNNNNNNN!” Barty screamed at his boyfriend, jumping on him where he lay on his bed.

“Good morning to you too.” Evan says fondly, sitting up in bed, discarding the book that had lay on his face only moments before. “ Is there a reason that you woke me up at six in the bloody morning, or are you just being needy?”

“I am not NEEDY” Barty says in mock offence, rolling his eyes playfully, as he flops down on top of Evan, sighing dramatically as he does so. And do i need a reason to see the love of my life, the sun to my moon, the sky to my earth, the-”

“Okay.” Evan says, shoving Barty off him. “ I get it, you love me, who dosent? But if there isn’t a specific reason you came here other than to bother me then i suggest that you come here and let me sleep.”

Barty huffs indignantly, but nevertheless, he crawls under the covers and wraps his arms around the other boy, stroking his hair gently. He sighs happily when Evan shuffles closer, pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes, humming contentedly. Barty chuckles slightly and presses a chaste kiss to his forehead, watching as the other boy’s lips quirk up slightly. Barty had never believed in soulmates. That was until he met Evan on the hogwarts express when he was just eleven years old. Even at such a young age, he had simply known that he and Evan would be together forever. In the past, he had laughed at the suggestion that there was a soul out there, created to coexist perfectly with his own, someone that would celebrate with him at his best, and hold him at his worst. He had been raised in a house that did not teach love, only duty. But Barty understands how wrong his parents had been. Looking down at the boy lying beside him, Barty is sure that there is a magic in this world that does not come from his wand, but rather from his Evan. His best friend, his lover, his soulmate. As long as he had his Evan he knew hed be okay. 

Barty is not sure when exactly he falls asleep, but he is awoken to muttering and rustling coming from the other side of the room. Regulus must be awake then, he thinks to himself. His suspicions are confirmed when he hears a small grunt and a quietly muttered, “ Oh for fucks sake.” For his strict upbringing, Regulus cursed like a sailor in the mornings. He was not a morning person by any standard; often banging into things in his haze, or falling over as he dressed himself. It was quite funny to watch. Him and Evan had made a habit of getting up earlier for most of fourth year and summoning some popcorn to watch Regulus get annoyed at inanimate objects that had never been moved, but that he swore were in a different place than yesterday. This aggravated Regulus a great deal, and made his mornings worse, and put him in a bad mood. Funny as it was, he was Barty and Evans’s best friend, so after careful consideration, they agreed to leave him alone in the mornings.

Chuckling to himself, he looks down at his boyfriend, still curled up asleep by his side. Barty reckons that he looks a bit like an angel when he sleeps. Carefree, innocent. That last thought draws a chuckle from Barty, who knows from experience that Evan is anything but. The shuffling and muttering outside the curtains of the fourposter abruptly stop, and before Barty can cast a locking charm on them, the curtains are being pulled open violently and he is face to face with a one Regulus Arcturus Black, who looks murderous in his half concius state. To be fair, he thinks, he always looks a bit murderous. 

“Ever heard of knocking Black?” he drawls, rolling his eyes. 

“These are literally curtains?” Regulus says back with a raised eyebrow. “And what are you even doing in here?”

“Ugh, same sentiment.” he says with a wave of his hand. “ Also i couldn’t sleep, and seeing as my wonderful perfect boyfriend was right here, as opposed to in, say, gryffindor tower perhaps-” 

“James Potter is not my boyfriend!” Regulus cuts in through gritted teeth, his face a dark crimson that disappeared down his white school shirt.

Barty smirked.

“I have no recollection of mentioning our dear Jamie just a moment ago, but isnt it fascinating how he is the first person that comes to your mind when i mention hot gryffindors? And not Lupin? Cause if you want my opinion i think that Remus is definitely the better choi-”

Regulus throws a pillow at him.

“You are the most insufferable person i know!” Regulus whisper-yells at him. “ And Lupin obviously has a thing for my brother, and even is Sirius is too much of an idiot to realise it yet, he likes Remus! Also you have a boyfriend? Are you sure he’d be ok with you going on about how hot Remus is?”

“I’ll have you know that Evan completely agrees with me on this one.” Barty shoots back smugly. “ there is just no denying how hot Remus Lupin is. There is nothing to be done.” Barty raises his hand towards the canopy over the bed and lets it fall back against his forehead dramatically as he says this.

“Are we talking about how hot Lupin is?” is the muffled reply from Evan, from where he is lying facedown on the pillow now. 

“Yes” says Barty, Just as Regulus says “No” with rather more force that necessary.

“He is rather fine, isn��t he?” says Evan as he sits up, fully awake in seconds.

“See!! What did i tell you?” Barty says to Regulus. 

“Sometimes i wonder what he sees in you Barty, considering the sheer amount of childish joy that you have about being proven correct over a petty argument.” Regulus says with a small smile. “Not to mention all your other annoying habits; like that fact that you talk in your sleep, you dont brush your hair, your are insufferably annoying, you steel food-”

“Excuse me.” Barty begins. “You can rest assured Regulus darling, I dont know what he sees in me either, but there must be something. Also, i do brush my hair. Occasionally. And i dont talk in my sleep. That was a conscious effort to annoy you because you were being especially poncey that day, just downright insufferable. And as for stealing food. Do either of you everrrrrrr stop me?” he looks at the both of them, Evan full on laughing now, bent double, and at Regulus, who seems to barely be able to keep his composure. “Thats right. Neither of you have ever stopped me stealing your food once. And don’t i give you my food in return?”

Regulus looks aghast at that last statement.

“Barty, those granola bars you keep around the castle are not food! The were around when the dinosaurs roamed and stuff. And they tasted like cardboard.” he said.

Evan seems to compose himself enough to form a simple sentence at this point and nods gravely at Barty.

“ Yeah, sorry Bee, but those granola bars are a health hazard.”

“Evan you’re supposed to be on my side! I am your boyfriend!” he says. Gesturing at Regulus he adds; “That is just a smelly troll that lives under the bridge by the lake that stops by every now and then to bother us.” 

“ I beg your pardon?” Regulus seems truly shocked. “Did you just call me a ‘smelly troll’, Bartemius?”

“Ohhh we’re full naming now are we?” Evan says, seemingly delighted by the chaos that is taking place around him.

“Oh shut up, Rosier. I’m going down to breakfast, you two better be down soon or you’ll miss it. And be warned; i will not be saving you any breakfast. Are we clear?” is Regulus’ reply, as he turns aroun and walks out the door, into the dorm and into the common room.

“Well that was amusing.” Barty says as he turns to Evan.

“It really was, if i’m being honest.” Evan says, before turning around completely to face Barty, before pulling him into a kiss.

Barty smiles against his mouth, and wraps his arms around Evan, fingers winding themselves in the other boys hair.

They stay like that for a while, missing breakfast by the time they are both out of bed with uniforms on. 

When they finally make their ways down to the dungeons for potions, Regulus is standing outside, with two sandwiched wrapped in paper in his hands. As soon as he sees them, he scoffs and hands them their breakfasts before heading into the classroom. 

Potions wan’t too bad, all things considered, they were working on amortenia, the strongest love potion in the world.

Slughorn even brought in a vial of it for the class to smell, and take notes on.

When it was Barty’s turn to go up and smell the potion and describe it’s aroma, he got the smell of wood smoke, peppermint, parchment and lemons. Evan, his brain said. He smiled to himself. “Smell good my boy?” askes a delighted slughorn. “If that is not the face of a boy in love then I’ll be damned!” 

“Lemon, parchment and peppermint.” Barty says to Slughorn, who positively beams at the response.

Behind him in line, Regulus scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

Evan nudges him forward, smiling to himself. 

Regulus takes a long whiff of the potion, shoulders going slack, eyes closing, and a small smile gracing his features. His trance is broken almost immediatly when Slughorn raises an eyebrow and tuts, in a kids these days kind of way. 

“And what might you be smelling, Mr, Black, that seems to have relexed you such a considerable amount? A lovely young lady perhaps?” Slughorn suggests.

Barty only just manages to keeps a straight face at the combination of the ‘lovely young lady’ comment, and the way Regulus is frantically shaking his beet red face.

“Well?” slughorn prompts. “What do you smell my boy?” 

“Ughhh” Regulus stammers. “ Flowers! And parchment. Ughh, chocolate frogs and chamomile teabags?”

Slughorn nods his approval, and gestures for Evan to come up to the cauldron next.

“Flowers!” Barty mimics as soon as Regulus arrives to stand beside him. 

Regulus looks positively mortified, and covers his face with his hands.

“Shut up, Crouch.” he says half heartedly. 

Barty’s attention is soon caught by the sound of Evans voice floating through the dungeon. “Cured leather, mint, strawberry tea, books and fizzing wizzbees.” he says to slughorn, who congratulates him on the accuracy od his identification of the smells, and gestures for another student to come up to smell the potion. 

Barty is positively beaming.

My, my, Rosier. That was very specific up there, i must say,” he says with a shit eating grin as evan sits down beside him, taking his hand under the table. “ if i din’t know any better i’d say that there was a very specific someone that the potion had in mind for you.”

Evan laughed, and something caught in Barty’s chest. He loved Evans laugh. It was beautiful, nicer music than any of the muggle orchestras that his father had been obsessed with could ever dream of creating.

“Oh, yes. My mysterious lover, that you will never learn the identity too. I have been sworn to secrecy, and till the day i die and beyond, my lips are seasled.” he mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key with his free hand, and squeezed Barty’s hand a little bit with his other.

Regulus makes a gagging sound, and mimes  wrenching.

“Oh get a room you too!” he whispers too them.

“Oh your one to talk, Black. We both saw you up there with the potion. Flowers? Chamomile tea? Really? You think you’re fooling us reggie? We are your best friends, you cannot hide things from us. So tell us; what did you really smell?” Evan whispers quickly.

“Uhh-” is all Regulus can manage before he turns red. “I um. Didnt smell anyone in the potion.” he says.

“That is a blatant lie.” say Barty. “ you practically melted after one whiff, reg! Ohhh who was  it? C’mon reg tell us! Please?”

A sudden thought makes its way into Barty’s mind. No, he thinks. It couldn’t be. 

“Regulus.” Barty begins. “ Did you by any chance smell, oh, i don’t know, James Potter?”

Regulus turns bright red with embarrassment, and he mumbled out a quick ‘no’, before breaking eye contact and looking at his hands, with ar fidgeting in his lap.

“Oh my god!” Evan announces. “This is perfect.” 

“What, why?”  askes a very flustered Regulus. “What about this could possibly be perfect?” 

Evan gets a mischievous glint in his eye, like he usually does before he’s about to drop the most earth shatteriing, mind blowing bomb-

Oh, Bartys brain goes. Evan has the most earth shattering news ever, but its good news. Regulus likes James, that much is obvious, so what could be good about that? James either likes Regulus back, but how could he possibly know that? Or, his brain counters, Regulus has a shot with James. If he’s being honest, this is a pthetically long amount of time to get on the right track but hes now staring at Evan, who’s wearing a shit eating grin, eyes wide and joyful.

“Is it…?” Barty cannot even finish that sentance.

“Oh yes, Barty my darling, it is indeed.”

“How did you find out?” he askes in awe.

“ I snuck into Lupins party of course. Everyone goes, so it was easy enough to get in. hey! You muppets were there with me!” he says.” How can you not remember? Anyway. Remember when i went to get drinks? Well. guess who ibumped into at the table, but our dear Jamie himself! He looked me up and down and said; ‘aren’t you one of Regulus’ friends?’ and i went, ‘uh yeah?’ and he looked at me for a minute, and he must have been absolutely WASTED, cause he literally just said, ‘ is Regulus, you know…’ and i was kinda slow, not gonna lie, i didn’t catch on and i said to him, ‘ehh, is Regulus what?’ now i was righly confused and then he goes, ‘you know, ehh. He’ really smart, and sarcastic, like SUPER funny, pretty hot, so i was wondering if i asked him out would i you know, like, have a shot with him?’

Regulus makes an indecipheral noice that does not sound like its a happy one.

“Evan you are amazing, I ever tell you that?” Barty whispers.

“And what might you have said to James?” Regulus says quietly, cutting Evan off before he can reply to Barty.

“What? Oh no i didnt get to reply. Your brother came and dragged him away to go and dance or something.”  Evan says amusedly, eyes flicking over Regulus’ face to gage his reaction.

Regulus sighs in relief.  

“Well.” says Barty. “You know what this means the, don’t you Ev?” Barty asks slyly.

“I do indeed.”  Evan replied solemnly.

“No.” Is all Regulus says, looking between them. “Stop scheming this instant.”

“Oh reggie, i’m afraid its too late for that, because we have just found out that the boy that our dear, dear reggie is head over heels, hopelessly smitten and in love with also seems to be those things for him.” Barty says with a small, evil smile. “And if you think that we can let this opertunity fly you by then you are entirely mistaken.”

Evan chuckles at this.

“Evan!”

Yes Barty?”

“Operation make…uhhh…Ev do they have a couple name yet?”

“No they don’t Bee.” Evan says, grinning evily. 

“Well then. They need one. Think Ev!” Barty says, mirroring Evans smile. “ Regulus and James. Rames? No thats horrific.”

Regulus splutters at the suggestion.

“Regulus and James, James and Regulus.” Evan is silent for a moment, before he speaks againn. “ Jegulus?” 

“Oh Evan, you beauty you!” Barty says, gazing adoringly at his boyfriend.  “ I knew that you could do it!

“ I’m sorry what?” Regulus interrupts. “ that is absolute gibberish and is almost worse then Rames.”

“Exactly.” Barty says. “Plus you hate it, so that is more than anough reasons to use it, don’t you think Ev?”

“Perfect reasons Bee. absolutely perfect.” Evan replies.

“Well then Evan. operation “Jegulus” is a go!” Barty says enthusiastically, really putting an emphasis on jegulus, much to Evans's delight.

Regulus groans in response, dropping his head on to the table, giving up completely.

#barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty x evan #rosekiller #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #slitherin skittles #marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #fanfic #scheming rosekiller by beloveds #flustered regulus questioning his life choices

[burnwater13]

Grogu sometimes wondered whether or not the Armorer actually liked Din Djarin. Sure, he was grateful at getting a protector and a dad out of their deal, but with time and distance came objectivity. It sure seemed like she was sending him on a wild taun taun chase. 

Grogu didn’t even know what ‘kind’ he was. Being a former Jedi youngling wasn’t a ‘kind’. It was more like a status. You start as a youngling, full of ideas and energy. Then you are selected as a padawan, which honestly meant you were now full of fear, second hand embarrassment, and still a lot of energy. 

After that, with hard work and the ability to put up with your Master, you become a Knight. If you’re lucky, which meant having good timing and better than average skills, you became a Master, so you could be annoyed by a youngster who thought you were old and out of touch while you tried to teach them the skills that would help keep them alive in a fairly chaotic galaxy.  

At least, that’s how Master Kenobi explained it once when he was talking to Master Beq in the Arboretum at the Jedi Temple. They weren’t alone of course. Grogu was there. Hiding. 

A trick that he and Ian had cooked up had literally boiled over and he was hoping that the Master in charge of provisions didn’t come to the Arboretum looking for them. Grogu was pretty sure that Ian had climbed the Life tree and he wished he’d been quick enough to do that. 

Instead he was stuck right there, under the bench, listening to the two Jedi masters natter on about how hard it was raising young people to be old people. Of course, that was the problem. Young people didn’t want to be old people. At least not yet. They wanted to take some time and get there when they got there. It was one thing no youngling was impatient about. 

It took all of Grogu’s self control not to laugh at them when they complained about their padawans complaining about carrying their cloaks everywhere. 

“Anakin just refuses to do it. I’ve lost so many cloaks that way.” Master Kenobi has been more sad than irritated. 

“At least Anakin knows his way around a lightsaber. My last padawan practically skewered me with his when I simply asked him to hand it to me. I’ve asked Master Yoda if I might switch to managing the younglings. At least they don’t have access to weapons.”

Master Beq had not met Ian by then, but then how were any of them to know that Ian could find a weapon literally anywhere and they should have thought twice about assigning him kitchen duty.

“If he does, just be careful around Grogu. Everyone thinks he’s a baby, but he’s not. He sees everything and then he tests it out with that friend of his, Ian. I don’t even know who brought the two of them here. I can’t be blamed for that.”

Grogu was about to protest that Obi-Wan was being unfair, when a very aggravated Jedi stomped into the quiet space and stormed right up to them. 

“Have either of you seen that pair of menaces? They’ve made a huge mess in my stockroom and I want them both to sort it out.” 

“Menaces? I suppose you mean Anakin and ?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Anakin? No. He’s fine. He never goes near the place. I mean Ian and his little green friend.” The other Jedi grumbled as if Obi-Wan was being deliberately obtuse.

“Ah, I believe they were assigned to collect trash in the central park as part of a new ‘Give back to Coruscant’ initiative that the Council has undertaken. Perhaps if you go there, you’ll find them.”  Obi-Wan’s voice was kind and consoling and Grogu wondered at the time if he would ever learn to lie like that. 

When the irate Jedi left the Arboretum, Grogu heard Master Obi-Wan chuckle.

“Alright Grogu. You can come out now. I can hear your stomach growling.”

Grogu had trudged out of hiding and smiled a little sadly at the two Jedi who were now looking at him so intently. 

“This is half of our most dynamic duo, Master Beq. If you start to manage the younglings, this is who you will need to keep an eye on. All the time.”

Obi-Wan’s voice hadn’t changed in tone and Grogu wondered if he was trying to trick the younger Master. 

Years later, he’d be able to ask the Jedi Master that question and Obi-Wan had replied that everyone needed a break once in a while. Even a Jedi Master. 

Perhaps that’s what the Armorer needed. A break. Grogu expected that Mandalorians were a lot like he and Ian had been at the Jedi Temple. Always up to something and eager to find the next problem, even if they couldn’t solve it. 

Now that was a funny thought. Grogu hadn’t found a problem yet that his Mandalorian couldn’t solve, but maybe someday he wouldn’t have his weapons handy and would have to do solve them a different way.  

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #Master Obi-Wan

[dollygirl808]

This is just a lil excerpt from the first chapter of a story I'm writing rn, called A Monster Ensemble. It's not out anywhere yet or anything, just wanted to share.

It's not anywhere near to being done yet, but. Yeah. I liked the kinda yandere vibes Bear (horror sans) was giving in this, so I wanted to share it. I may or may not have been influenced by a song I discovered recently that I love called the red means I love you, it's honestly so good and I love yandere vibe songs and yandere vibes in general.

(Lowkey wanna write a song fic but it's in the am's and I was supposed to go to sleep hours ago)

While the story isn't planned on being yandere, Bear will def have massive stalker/obsession vibes. But everyone else not as much, probably.

I adore yandere bois so much so it'll probably leak through more than I intend to. And Bear is super duper capable of killing ppl, and of course has, given his past.

And, do I have a size thing? Maybe.. he's only like. 10ft tall. And I only mention it like no less than 10,000 times.

Okie enjoy <3

Bear watched his tiny bunny from the other isle, his massive hulking frame easily seeing over the shelves even with his more hunched posture, his one good eyelight trained on her like, well, a predator.

That's what he was, wasn't he? A killer at his core, a vicious monster who could easily rip her flesh right from her bones, then break said bones with only two fingers. The tip of his lengthy bone tail twitched in aggravation at the thought, he didn't want to hurt anybody, especially not her.

His soulbond.

He was glad his brother wasn't here to chastise him for watching the girl from across the store like a creeper, because he really, really couldn't help it. She just looked so soft and fragile all the time.

Her little brown tail, a little heart-shaped fluff against the top of her ass, so small and cute. Above what was, of course, his favorite part of her squishy body; her rather round and thick thighs.

They squished together and against eachother as she adjusted her standing position, one leg barely lifting off the ground to tap her foot against the floor as she thought, the rapid motion making her plush thigh jiggle.

His slit-like pupil zeroed in on the movement for a moment, before his eyelight wandered the exposed length of her thighs and legs, racking over every curve of of flesh like he didn't see her in her work uniform often.

A light grey pair of denim overalls that hugged the curves of her ass and thighs perfectly, and was starting to fray in between her thick thighs.

Sometimes he wondered how her tiny fragile bones didn't collapse under her own weight.

Human bones just so small compared to his own, after all, and even though he was a twisted, corrupted version of his smaller self, even their bones were thicker and sturdier than humans.

Which of course, was an opinion he would never dare voice.

Eve was sensitive about her weight, after all. Which, he didn't really understand himself. What could be bad about having a lot to eat? It's a sentiment all of his clan had, a shared confusion at human's want to eat less and diet when they had access to all of the food.

Heh. Humans were weird like that.

One day, He thought, I'll be catching prey for you, my bonded. And Paps'll cook it, and she'll eat it, and he'll be the happiest monster on the earth, surface or otherwise.

He smiled lopsidedly, single hot-red eyelight going fuzzy and his cat-like slit of a pupil engorging until there was nothing but a ring of red on the outskirts of his love-strucken socket as he watched his little bunny fus over how many pots to buy for her future catnip plants.

Stars, she was so cute when she was trying to make a decision on something so impossibly mundane like it was the single-most important decision in her life, he could feel his cracked soul flutter happily, and call to her without meaning to.

And that's when she turned around, cute little eyebrows pinched in confusion at the tugging she felt in her chest (from her soul, but she didn't know that yet,) And her vibrant bubblegum pink eyes met his single eyelight, which immediately snapped back to its normal slit-like state.

He straightened his spine, head and shoulders rising above the top of the 7ft shelf, and her eyes followed, watching him dwarf the shelf with his massive 10ft frame with what could only be described as morbid fascinating.

She smiled warmly at him, welcomingly. And a twinkle of something more caught his attention in her expression. Something Bear easily recognized as lust.

Even if it was just a small amount of misplaced curiosity, whenever he displayed or did something to accentuate his overwhelming height and mass, she always got this look of want across her cute rounded features.

Like she was thinking about climbing him like a jungle gym, and that look pleased him greatly, so he made sure to stand tall and loom over her whenever possible.

So, maybe the bunny had a bit of a size kink? Little prey, lusting after a monster like him. It made him chuckle silently to himself.

Like a mouse watching a bear, the mouse couldn't possibly understand the danger she was in, and because a bear would never bother chasing after or catching prey as un-filling as a mouse, the mouse had no instincts to run. And the bear simply wouldn't be bothered by it just sitting there, as completely non-threatening and miniscule as it was.

Of course, this particular Bear had great interest in catching the little prey that was too caught up in his unsual and rare appearance to be fearful, and he would take great pleasure in playing a game of cat and mouse, chase her like prey, and when he caught her, he'd absolutely devour her without hesitation-

"Hey, Bear! Getting more plants for your garden of eden?" Eve asked with a teasing smile, and he blinked a few times as he processed her question.

"Yeah," Was all he managed to force out, but she didn't mind, and she just smiled bigger at him, her eyes nearly closing from the sheer intensity of it.

It made his soul flutter again, and also call out to her again, stronger this time. She made no outwardly acknowledgment of the feeling, aside from her left ear and her nose twitching at the same time.

Which, he found absolutely adorable and his pupil started to swell again with mirth, before shrinking back. "What.. ya doing?" Bear asked, as If he hadn't been stalking watching her for the past 30 minutes.

"Oh, I'm trying to decide how many pots will fit on my windowsill." She said, thumbing behind her to the brownish-tan pots on the top shelf.

Which were well out of her reach, and he thought about how he could offer to get them for her, and she'd be very thankful. His eyelight glowed momentarily with excitement at the thought.

So, he started walking to her isle, long, thick legs bent at impossibly inhuman angles making quick work to get rid of the distance.

Legs that were apparently 'digitigrade,' she had once told him when he asked if his appearance really didn't bother her.

"What? Of course not, Bear!" She had balked, tone offended, almost angrily so, as if she could ever thing something so horrible. "You look fine! I think having a super long, prehensile tail is pretty damn cool. And your legs are like, digitigrade! And your clawed feet remind me of a dragons, which are super duper cool, by the way."

That really wasn't the answer he had been expecting. "Pretty damn cool" was not an sentence he would have ever used to describe himself before that. But it made him so happy at the time.

"Heh... think so?" He had asked, tusks stretched wide in a pleased grin, eyelight trained on her so intensely it made her little bunny-heart race, and she had pouted at him and asked if he was just fishing for compliments.

He wasn't, but the angry stomp and huff she let out was too adorable to correct, so he agreed.

If he could still teleport at will, he probably wouldn't bother walking so he could be close to her sooner. But alas, he had lost that ability due to the incident, or more specifically, the massive hole in his skull.

Eve turned and contemplated the pots again, brown fluffy ears rotated fully forward in pure concentration.

Bear stopped next to her, body facing the isle, but eyelight watching her think. His tail came to wrap loosely around her boot-covered ankle, something he did often, and she didn't even spare him and ear twitch in his direction.

So, unafraid. A pleased smirk tugged at the sides of his tusked mouth, watching her be so comfortable next to him that she didn't even twitch at him wrapping her ankle up in his deceptively strong tail.

Stars, if he could be any happier his soul would probably leap from his chest and try to enter hers. He wondered if she would accept that.

"Three," Bear said simply, grufly, his deeper-than-normal voice a product of his harsh time underground. Just another corrupted deviation from the original Sans that made him so...

"You think?" Eve asked, looking up at him as her ears relaxed more to the side and her head tilted ever-so slightly to the side as well.

He only nodded, already reaching above her head to grab three of the pots and hand them off to his tail, gently curling into and around the small plant plots before setting them on the bottom shelf of her cart.

She huffed out an air of amusement from her nose, rolling her eyes, trying and failing to suppress her smile.

"Thank you, Bear," Eve said genuinely, setting a small hand on his radius, one of the two thick bones that made up his 'forearm.'

"No," He paused for longer than he ment, brain suddenly forgetting the word, but she didn't frown at him, or try to rush or finish his sentence for him, just waited and looked up at him with that gentle, patient smile is that nearly made him forget what he wanted to say.

"No, problem," Bear finished after a moment of staring at her face.

"Well, that's the last thing I needed. What are you shopping for? I could help you. Although, I dont know how helpful I could be given my apparent Black thumb," Eve rambled a little, and he couldn't help but find that adorable as well.

"Flowers," He told her, and she nodded.

"Something colorful for spring?" She offered, and he nodded, "Want me to walk with you?"

"Please," He said, and offered his arm, which she took without hesitation.

He smiled, and his tail let go of her to wave behind him happily as he grabbed the cart's handle with both of his massive hands, taking up all of the bar space.

So she was left to fiddle with the edges of her overalls pant leg while her other hand wrapped around Bear's blue jacket sleeve and they walked side-by-side, mostly silent.

Eve would occasionally make a comment about a particularly vibrant or pretty flower, and he would just nod along, or grab it and put it in his own cart, which he tugged behind him with his tail.

She tried to take her cart back a few times, but he just stood still while she tried to muscle her way, or pry his sharp claws off the bar, with zero luck.

She gave up after a few times and let him pull and push both carts, but made sure to express she could handle her own cart.

Bear bent down to grab the largest size of garden soil they had, a massive bag the size of Eve's chest. He picked it up with one hand, setting it in his cart without trouble.

The bunny tried not to gape at his strength too much, but she probably wouldn't even be able to pick up something that heavy, and he did it easily, single-handedly. It was hard not to be impressed.

"So, what kind of flowers are you looking for?" She asked, turning to face him as her free hand continued stroking the petals of a particularly soft plant.

"Looking for pretty," He said while staring down at her so intensely it made her look away.

He had to be doing that on purpose, right?! Neck bent completely so his skull was parallel to the top of her head, and he was looming over her, literally blocking out the bright lights above them and casting her face in a shadow as she tilted her own head fully back to look up at him.

It wasn't threatening in any way, but, fuck, it was really, stupidly hot. Did Bear even have the ability to think about doing something like that? Or was his habit of staring at her silently, so intensely her face flushed, because of his injury? He stared, seemingly expressionless to onlookers but she had gotten used to his subtle body language.

Most of it was with his eyelight and his tail, anyways. His tail would wave back and forth when he was happy, and sometimes even thump on the ground, bump into things or knock things onto the ground. The tip would twitch when he was mildly annoyed, and his entire tail would lash back and forth in a whip-like motion when he was pissed, which wasn't often.

His general cat-like slit in the center of his white-to-red gradient eyelight would grow rounded when he was particularly happy or content, or he saw something he really liked, like after a meal, or when she did something he found particularly cute. It would shrink to be skinnier and longer when he was angry, and it would become football shaped when he was concentrating, get shorter and rounder.

"A-are you looking for a particular color, Bear? Like blues, purples, pinks?" Eve asked, stuttering only a little at the beginning.

The monster stopped leaning over her, sitting back further and making himself a little smaller. "Pink. Pretty pink." He said simply.

"Pink is a great springtime color!" She squeaked out, and tried not to think about how he was grabbing lots of flowers with petals that matched the shade of pink in her eyes. It was just a coincidence, pink was a spring color, after all.

#a monster ensemble #Bunny OC Eve #bunny oc #original female character #undertale #horrotale #horror!sans #fanfic #fanfic writing #oc story #story excerpt #yandere #yandere vibes #stalker vibes #obsessed with a fictional man #obsession #obsession vibes #size difference #10ft tall monster #mention of violence #Bear (Horor!Sans) #height difference

[sealingstorm]

This is my first story for this blog. I thought of somebody while writing it who turned out to be professionally trained in music. So it turned out to be a gift.

At first the name had a different spelling but I looked it up and this one means golden! So I had to use it as silence is golden.

I found this drawing which was published yesterday and it seemed to fit well for the beginning of the story. https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/18040428

Aurelya's Ordeal

Aurelya had been out at an anarchic party in an abandoned sector. Alcohol had been spilled, and a few minutes later a lighter accidentally tumbled from a hand. A fire spread near a stereo and a few small explosions soon happened. In the aftermath the singer was protected from legal charges for vandalizing an attic of a house that was still owned, as well as infiltrating the sector, but faced her own penalties. Tape was ripped over her mouth as her bandages were unwrapped to apply cream. She had light, red burns but that wasn't what she was thinking about, she was more worried about what her manager/band owner was telling her. She was dressed in curling red as was normal with her place in the band.

"I own you and the rest of this band. We are the most popular band in the city but you put that in jeopardy, you are the most difficult to replace! From now on you must be kept on lockdown until your contract expires. Then maybe we will have found a soundalike or I will be willing to trust you again."

Her eyes widened at him and her lips twisted under the sticky tape. The punishment was severe but would keep her voice and body protected. No knocking out teeth or gargling strange drinks she finds changes her voice for her, by walking the wild side of life. Maybe she could come used to being a locked up idol… no, her spirit yearned to be free! She was starting to reconsider if singing could ever satisfy her desires to explore what she knew.

"I hope these burns won't scar, or we will have to use makeup. You will have to get used to being confined when not in your practice sessions. Put on a good performance for your fans or your confinement will get worse."

As lead of ANBSR, a title made of the first letter of each of their names as well as the name of the band, the glamour was starting to fade and she wondered what she was really leading. She enjoyed performing but this punishment aggravated her lingering feelings of dissatisfaction. Perhaps the fans would have to find new idols. But the owner would hire powerful guards.

After her burn treatment she was tied up to a large decorative rung by her wrists and ankles. She flexed her cheeks and opened her lips to chew at it. A guard wrapped the light yellow tape around her mouth after 10 minutes. She groaned through her gag and a deeper fear set in that things were getting much more serious in her Pop star life.

Later that night she was wrapped with wide black tape around six areas of her body and a piece across her cheeks.

"That should hold her" said one of the guards. Struggling in her bed later, she felt a sick feeling. She knew it would pass and yet felt things would get more difficult.

In the morning it was all peeled off and her wounds were treated again. Now she was taped to a chair with the color of one of her shades of red. Two of her bandmates came in. She looked expectantly but they did nothing to help. She groaned into the strip of red tape when they were gone.

Afterward she struggled her hardest yet and broke some of the tape. She had gotten out when B came in. "Please help me," she said, "people are being very harsh to me after the party" B grabbed her sides then her mouth. "Mmmmff" "you have to do what they tell you. Focus on the show A" she wrapped her back onto the chair with the thin red tape.

She struggled. R came in and saw her in the entry room and came up to her. "You always were a loud mouth, I think things will be getting better around here." She used the wide black tape on her mouth and body. Aurelya's mind darkened, and the color seemed to go out of her surroundings.

Some weeks passed. The same things kept happening, and she felt drowned by the lack of help of her bandmates. After the latest show they had fashioned a red muzzle for her to wear in the band quarters. "How pretty she is again!" She was worried about how things were turning, and if she would be always confined when she was not performing. She had a paranoid thought of being made to wear a muzzle during a show and having a recording played of her voice instead of singing.

Eventually after rehearsal her opportunity came. She was wearing a wig and was simply bound. She struggled and got loose and found N. She grabbed her cheeks and pulled her back. N was the weakest and so was easily handled. N was wrapped with the same tape and taped to the chair the same way. A put the wig nearby and did makeup on her face, lightly freckled. She kept N's mouth stuffed. She wrapped her mouth and made exact copies of the burns and then covered them. When they found her hours later, they would be convinced she was A telling crazy stories and refusing to sing properly. At least for a while. The makeup was set on her face to last and the faint burns beneath the layer that hid them. Finding a wig just like A's hair, part of a set they made for fun, it was glued to her head and cut to match, then the next wig was placed on. A good decoy to protect her escape for at least a few days. N cried on the seat with scared eyes. She went into N's room and got a shock baton among lipsticks. R was the strongest and she went behind her and stunned her. A used the black tape on her mouth and used up the roll on her body and placed her on the large items elevator to suggest more to the story and keep her out of the way for some time.

She went into a maintenance closet and dressed like a worker in the most plain dark wig she found. She went down to the ground floor and tried to mingle with the crowd as they left.

**

R awoke and screamed into her gag as she struggled in darkness. It clung to her face, and she felt more and more personally useless as the hours passed. She was there for a day and most of a second. Her identity was blanked the moment when she left the tight elevator.

**

Aurelya had gathered an amount of money from her account that wouldn't arouse suspicion and bought some thick clothes. She would have to stay silent in the city as it knew her singing. She had an encompassing mask folded around her neck and taped her mouth and brought it up to her eyes smooth around her head. She tried to make her way through the pedestrians across the streets and squealed when she bumped into someone. She went to the rail station and stepped into an alley to remove the tape so she could order a ticket.

A young fan spotted her and followed her into the alley getting excited. The boy started asking her questions and she hit him with the stun baton. She dragged him to the side and took out some wide tape, wrapped his hands around a pole and then his knees. She taped his mouth and wrapped it, then wrapped it to the pole. He recovered and groaned, away from being heard but people always came through. 

Aurelya went up to the rail platform and bought a ticket trying to disguise her voice under the mask. She boarded the elevated rail and it curved away from the city. As she rode among the clouds and barren hills she looked forward to the freedom of exploring her creative desires. She thought she found the right path but it turned out to head to wrong places. As she went away from the city her fame would fade and she could begin to speak and maybe sing too.

[klaineownsmysoul]

I havent seen S6 again since i saw it when it aired... It is just too painful and horrible.. you can bet your top dollar it was directed at the k/aine fandom and the actors.. San/tana's speech? I don't even read it if i come across .. it just shows you how pathetically immature the producers ans writers were that they would write and air something like that... Even the thay season gave us married k/laine it still isn't close to what they deserved

Other than our comewatchklaine rewatches - and those only included a combo video of the short worthwhile moments from the first 7 episodes, the wedding one, and the finale - I have not had any interest in seeing season 6 again since the show ended. And I honestly don't see that ever changing. I have the DVDs of the first 5 seasons but can't bring myself to spend actual dollars on those final 13 episodes. I don't even have any morbid curiosity about it - like what if its not as bad as I remember - because I know that it is and I don't need to relive that aggravation. And now this dumb show is going to be staring at me every time I open Disney+. Ugh.

What irked me then and still pisses me off now is that we all knew this was it. It wasn't like season 4 where we had the time to correct this, even if it was inherently painful getting to the other side. The show hadn't completely collapsed in on itself at that point so we still had some hope that they would put things right again and we'd get our Klaine back. THIS WAS IT. There was going to be no more and these 13 shows were all that we had. 13 weeks to wrap up 5 seasons of story for an already bloated cast. So instead of spending any time on that, they practically rebooted the show by going back to Ohio and giving us the bullshit nonsense of a new glee club and new Warblers, thereby negating all of the progress they'd made in the last half of season 5 by finally dumping the dead weight of Lima that was holding it back. We got new characters I was never going to care about or invest in because they weren't going to be around long enough to matter. Time spent on them was time away from the original cast that I was invested in and would have at least had a fleeting interest in seeing where they landed. More woe is me Rachel bullshit where she played the victim even though all of her problems were of her own making - and we all know that means we're getting riveting scenes where Kurt steps into help her even though she's never deserved him or his friendship. So his story was basically stalled and went nowhere, as did Blaine's. Instead of watching them begin to build their life together in NYC, we saw them broken and apart and miserable and stuck in yet another hellish limbo. They danced around each other over and over again and made no progress whatsoever week after week while we watched the episodes tick away, knowing we only had a finite number to work with. It was awkward and painful to watch and I can't imagine it could have been much better for the actors to perform. I will always believe that they only threw that big double gay wedding so they could be all "look at us look at how cool and progressive we are" and also to shut us up. Because those of us who were here then - we were effing pissed off. And not quiet about it at all. So they put them back together in the most unsatisfying 2 minute scene you'll ever see and then married them off just as quickly like they wanted to get it over and done with.  This was, of course, followed by Klaine completely disappearing from the show in the next ep, Dalton burning down in the one after that, and the boys having fuck all to do for the rest of the series.  Is it any wonder I’d like to wipe these eps from my memory and forget they ever existed?

Santana’s speech?  The people who wrote that and anyone who thought and still thinks it was funny and edgy and deserved can fuck all the way off.  All the way and keep fucking off until the end of time.  It was cruel and vile and what made it truly despicable was that it was intentionally aimed at C.  Not Kurt.  C.  They used the guise of the show to insult C by taking all of the things that he was vocally self conscious about and turning them into cannon fodder.  I was disgusted by it and the people behind it.  The fact that Naya had said that she hated having to say all that tells me all I need to know.  Keep in mind: this was an actor who they at one point liked so much that RM created a character for him to play who was not part of the original group they were casting for.  Kurt was created specifically for C to play.  You don’t do that for an unknown 18 year old actor if you don’t see something special in them and believe in their ability to bring it to life.  That rant was just the culmination of a long downward spiral in Kurt’s profile on the show.  As the show moved through its later seasons, he had less to do and his story became more and more back burnered.  Unless you count cleaning up after Rachel a vital and important storyline?  I sure as hell don’t.  

Its pretty well known - especially now - that this show had one of the more dysfunctional behind the scenes that you’ll ever find.  The insane rehearsal schedule, a showrunner with an oversized ego that didn’t actually care about any of his actors, and a “star” character played by an actress with a jealous toxic streak a mile long - you combine all of that and it couldn’t have been a very happy working environment.  Naya’s book aside, there was just too much that spilled from that set to make me believe otherwise.  And that’s something that all of those little tiktok and twitter teens will never understand and one of the many reasons I find them all utterly ridiculous and impossible to take seriously. They don’t know any of this because they weren’t here for it.  They are going by what they are spoon fed and what they seem hell bent on believing no matter how eye rollingly dumb it makes them look.  You can catch up on the show itself via streaming but it’ll never be the same experience that those of who watched it live had.  In addition to punishing us, I am sure that the attempted assassination of Klaine and Blaine’s character and the sidelining of Kurt was aimed at the actors who played them.  Instead of leaning into the show’s best advertisement, they ignored them, pushed them aide and actively seemed to do everything they could to keep them apart.  There was no good storyline reason for Klaine to have spent the majority of the last 3 seasons of the show away from each other, both physically and emotionally.  The old adage of “happy couples don’t sell” works the other way too: miserable couples don’t bring in the viewers either.  All it does is alienate the existing ones who eventually move from annoyed to pissed off to eff this show I am done.  I’ve dropped many a show in the past for reasons like that and its part of why I refuse to get involved in any other RM shows.  I know the TV landscape has changed from what it was 10, 11 years ago, but it still hurts to watch actors who play LGBT couples now be allowed to interact on SM and do interviews and bts stuff together and promote the couple they play like its no big deal.  Like any other couple you’d see and that’s all I ever wanted for my boys.  We had it for a little while in season 2 and the beginning of season 3 and then it slowly disappeared and that’s not suspicious to anyone?  If anything, they should have been more prominent now that they were together at McKinley but instead they spent far too much time as background pieces in the choir room with maybe an “ooh lucky us” fleeting smile or “heaven help us” getting to sit next to each other.  And forget about touching or showing any kind of physical affection unless it was a designated very special episode.  

We deserved so much better.  Klaine deserved so much better.  C and D deserved a helluva lot better.  That whole last season has tainted this show for me; I can’t think of it overall without remembering how much time was wasted.  Time we would never get back.  Time spent on a gross there just to fuck with all of us rebound from a break up that never needed to happen instead of discussions about flowers and seating charts and who’s going to get the unlucky job of keeping Rachel from hogging the mic all night.  A wedding - a real wedding, not that thrown together half assed embarrassment we got - would have gone a long way to at least tempering my seething hatred of season 6.  Suits Kurt designed, rings they picked out themselves, vows they wrote that weren’t laughable, a first dance, a duet reprise of Come Way May, lots of them smiling goofily at each other, and perhaps a shot of one of them pulling the other into the honeymoon suite by his tie and throwing the do not disturb sign on the handle as he shuts the door.  I’m reeling just thinking about it, imagine actually getting to have seen it?

But alas no because - all together now - this fucking show.

Sorry to whoever sent this in that it took me a couple of days to respond.  I am apparently incapable of just typing out a response of “LOL me too.”

#klaine #fuck you rib #fuck season 6 #anonymous

[queenharumiura]

Dream + Byakuran ( parallelroutes ) bc i'm nosy like that ;)

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((OOC: Kek! No shame in that, I love it))

Relevant blog: @parallelroutes

Word count: 3,263 (lol, it’s not my fault, I’d been meaning to do something like this and this was the perfect chance.)

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Sometimes her dreams were snippets of memories, sometimes it was an amalgamation of her worries and anxieties, and other times, complete nonsense. 

This dream was perhaps a mixture of all of them, and a fourth category: being annoying. 

“Hmmm~ You seem mad, why is that?” 

“Maybe if you stopped with that image, I wouldn’t be so mad about it.” Haru glared at the figure floating around her. The entity looked a lot like Byakuran, but was very much not him. 

The voice was one she heard every single day-- every time she spoke. A shiver runs down her spine, stop looking like another person while keeping her voice! It’s creepy! 

She kept telling it to stop, but it refused by being sassy with her. What a cheeky thing.

The figure chuckles, “Eh~ I’m what... your ego? Your ID? I’m cheeky because YOU’RE cheeky. You sometimes like to tease people you’re fond of. I love you, so of course i’m going to be extra cheeky.” 

Sure enough, Haru loved herself, even if there were times that was difficult to do. She had confidence in herself, and she appreciated her strengths. 

Still, in this moment, she absolutely detested herself for this foolishness. “Why are you doing this, anyways? Stop messing around.” 

“Well, you’ve been thinking a whole lot about this person, and I think you need to think some things through. You’ve secretly been annoyed with having no real idea of how to proceed, so you’ve been absentminded. It’s to the point that you’ve subconsciously cleared everything out so you can think these through. I’m here to help you talk things through.” 

Haru looked around to see that true as this figure said, there was nothing else around. Devoid of any distractions (aside from this cheeky thing), she could spend her time thinking. 

“You know he was listening.” 

For the most part, their conversation was primarily comprised of the mundane topics, but all of the sudden, there was a shift. Kyoko seemed to zone out for a few seconds, seemingly staring at something behind Haru. Before Haru could question her about it, “I was thinking about it—So what did Hibari-san tell you about the Bermuda incident, anyways? Did he go into details about it?”

He probably started listening in from then. Kyoko distracted her by shifting the conversation.

When Kyoko left to go home, Haru had got up from the table to see Byakuran sitting at a table, picking at a cake. She’d asked how long he’d been there, and he answered by saying that he’d just got there and didn’t want to interrupt. 

There was a 99.999% chance that he was being not truthful in that moment. 

“You want to bring it up, but you haven’t yet. It’s eating you inside.” 

An eye twitches in annoyance. It was one thing to be found out so easily, but it was another when it was coming from the face in question that she was worried about. 

She wonders vaguely if this is how Gokudera feels when she starts getting sassy with him every time they squabble. If so, he’s a lot more patient than she gives him credit for. She’s annoying. 

“How else can I get you to open up and talk than to rile you up? You and I both know that you don’t talk about your deep worries that often. Don’t hate the messenger and certainly don’t disdain the helper.” The figure, still in Byakuran’s guise waves its index finger, mocking her in a playful manner. 

It had a point, so she relents, sighing. She lets out her aggravation with her sigh, having a more open mindset now to talking to -- this-- thing. 

“It wouldn’t feel right to know someone is talking about you.” 

“You weren’t saying anything mean, were you? Is it wrong to talk about people in your life? If it was, you were REAAALLY a bad girl for always gushing about Tsuna-san those number of years ago.” 

Talking about people wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it could leave a bitter taste in the mouth to know people were talking about you. It was similar to when guests were over and you caught your mom telling stories about you. 

Even if the stories didn’t paint you in a bad light, it could leave you feeling disgruntled. 

“You’re more worried about something else, a particular topic... no, two.” Why this figure was still floating about in Byakuran’s image was beyond her. She’s already decided to open up and talk, wasn’t she? No need to continue riling her up by annoying her. 

The figure stops floating and it plops right next to her, changing it’s image to reflect her own. “Happy?” 

On second thought, it was a bit weird talking to herself-- but she’d take this over the other option. 

“You’re worried he’s hurt over the fact he’s being surveilled and the fact that the others would confront you about hanging around him.” 

Of course, who would be happy to hear that? She didn’t know if he knew he was being monitored or not, but it wasn’t a pleasant thing to hear about yourself. It was also something different when others know about it. As she can’t personally relate, she can’t begin to imagine how that would feel. 

Was it embarrassing? Maddening? Who knows. She sure doesn’t. 

“But you know it wasn’t upon Tsuna’s orders.” 

“Guess it’s just you and me so far, Tsuna-san. Here, tea.” 

“Yeah, everyone else is coming over later. Thanks.” 

Haru sits across from him at the table, and holds the tea cup in her hands, allowing the comforting warmth to give her the courage to speak. 

“Did you order someone to monitor Byakuran-san?” She asks so plainly, it was as if she’d simply asked about the weather instead. 

Tsuna spits out his tea and almost drops his cup. He fumbles, but manages an excellent recovery! 8 points! 

“E-ehhh? W-where’s this coming from? I didn’t order anyone to be monitored. Byakuran?” A pause, as he probably starts to think about why she’d ask about such a thing, but he can’t think of anything. “Did-- something happen? I know he did some bad things in the future, but I don’t think he’s such a bad guy now. I can’t really explain it, but he feels different? Ahaha, that doesn’t make any sense, does it?” He laughs awkwardly as he reaches for a napkin to wipe off some of the mess he made when he spit out his tea. 

From his answer, Haru could glean into two things. Hibari hadn’t said a word to Tsuna, and he didn’t order anyone to monitor Byakuran. As Hibari said, there was a certain level of trust. 

She hums in thought, “Good.” She doesn’t have to get angry in Byakuran’s defense. 

Sipping her tea, she can feel as Tsuna is staring holes into her. Funny, how she would’ve loved this level of attention years ago. How things change... 

“We met a while ago and I decided i’m going to be his friend~ It’s a slow but steady progress.” 

“EHH????????”

“True, but the fact remains that he’s being monitored. That can’t be a good revelation.” 

“Kind of makes you wish you could go and yell at some people, huh? Be so stern even Lambo-chan couldn’t recognize you.” 

Ah-- truly, this thing is her. It understands her well. If given the chance, she’d have some strong words to exchange. 

The figure looks up, as if it were looking up at a sky-- but there was nothing. What a waste of an atmospheric gesture. “You were worried about it before, but it wasn’t so bad when you thought about it.” 

Tsuna had a level of trust for Byakuran. Yamamoto seemed to think positively about him, and Hibari didn’t dissuade her from continuing to contact Byakuran. That in itself was explicit agreement that this was fine. 

She was so sure that Mukuro didn’t particularly care any which way, as they weren’t really acquainted with one another. Chrome may be worried, but she was generally accepting of the fact that people could make their own choices. 

If Haru said she was okay with it, Chrome would accept that. 

Really, the only people to worry about was Gokudera and Ryohei. Haru was confident in the fact she knew how to appeal to Ryohei’s elder brother antics and prevent him from going overboard. Haru was allowed to meet with whoever she wanted, and so as long as she always made it back home in one piece, what was the issue? 

Did you think Haru would be against weaponizing her tears if it meant he’d be stun locked enough to listen to reason? A resourceful girl like her won’t hold any punches. 

Gokudera-- honestly? She could take him. They constantly fought, so their tempers were forged from adversity. She could hold her ground against him. 

The fact that Tsuna trusted Byakuran’s goodwill was plenty of ammo to use against either of them, really. 

Lambo... he honestly didn’t remember all that much of what was going on. He was confused for the majority of it, after all. If Haru said she liked being around her new friend, Lambo would accept it. (He’d also request some candies)

“Ah! Don’t forget, you mentioned how the others don’t see how broken and hurt he is.” 

Upon remembering that, she buries her face into her hands, groaning loudly. She did say that, didn’t she? If she heard that said about her, she’d be upset. 

Even if it were true, it’s still unpleasant to hear. 

“You worried that he may consider you a spy or something.” The other Haru laughs, “How silly. What, is he an idiot? You’re not the kind of personality who can put up with being fake around a person for the sake of monitoring someone. It’s dishonorable and you’d hate that. You let your crazy thoughts run wild there. There’s no way he’d think that of you. ” 

Haru did have a tendency to allow her thoughts to run wild and come up with stupid theories. She had to accede there. 

“What about... if he thinks i’m only paying attention to him out of pity?” 

“Is it wrong to have some pity for someone? If you have pity for someone, is that the only emotion you’re allowed to have towards them? Would you be mad if he approached you those times you were upset out of pity?” 

Byakuran had found her a couple of times when she was upset, and he comforted her. Even if he did it out of pity for her plight, she wouldn’t have been upset by it. 

Though, every person was different and how one reacts to something doesn’t mean everyone else will be the same. 

“Do you think he’d hold it against you for it?” 

“I’m not here to meet anyone either, so it’s nice having someone join me instead.” ♪

-

“Ahaha, I just mean that I don’t want to eat alone.” C h o m p . “No one I know will eat my kitchen experiments. I’m jealous of Haru-chan in that regard.”

-

After a few steps off, he pauses and looks over his shoulder, waiting. He’ll give Haru a chance to follow– it’s been nice talking to someone totally different, even if he doubts he’s the best person to be around… but that’s a decision to leave in her hands instead of making assumptions.

-

“Anyone can be what they want to be, huh… ” He looks to the sky for a moment after matching the tiny smile.

-

“Well, it’s more of an interest. There’s nothing specific I want to do. I’m still feeling burnt out on setting goals for myself, really.”

-

“Although a bit surprised initially, you allowed me to offer her company.” She pauses for a moment as she unwraps a different cake flavor. “I’m curious, was it surprising because I asked or that it happened at all?” She held eye contact as she asked, nonchalantly popping another piece into her mouth.

“Both.” N o m ! “It’s not just that, either. You knew what happened before and still offered.”

“Haru-chan…” He doesn’t like what he’s about to ask. He really doesn’t. “Why aren’t you afraid?”

-

“… Well, anyway.” Hmm. “I can tell you for sure I’m a totally different person, but… “It’s just impossible to see without knowing me before. I kept almost everything to myself, but I don’t hide much of anything now. Sho-chan and Uni-chan do try, but they still compare me to my old self, and ‘he’ took in the Wreaths, not 'me’. It’s like I’m living under my own shadow.” Sigh. “Just between us, I’m scared no one will ever see anyone else.” 

“Hey hey, really? Where’d you get a projector? Are you going to keep snipping random parts of our interactions and make a whole flashback slideshow out of it?” 

She knew she had a tendency to be ‘extra,’ but this was a bit much, wasn’t it? 

The other Haru puffs her cheeks, feeling the other Haru was boring for stopping her. “There were still more. I call it the compilation of ‘it got Haru curious and concerned. This feels like a cry for help from a person who thinks they’re not allowed to do so.’ A great title, I know.” 

Haru looks at the other skeptically, and the other catches the cue. “I figured a good reminder was in order. You think he’d hold it against you if you wanted to offer your company? He feels like a lonely soul, doesn’t he? I dare say that he craves for company but doesn’t think he can ask for it. Maybe it’d be an issue if you only felt pity for him, but is that the case?” 

Of course it wasn’t, and the other Haru would know that. Maybe pity was involved somewhere, but she could see that he was struggling. Even so, he wasn’t giving up, though it did seem like sometimes he would much rather give up. 

With his recent move, she’d been inside of his apartment before. It was... sparse to say the very least. It was hard to say that someone was truly living there in the metaphorical sense. 

The only thing that gave her comfort in that moment was that when she asked if he’d unpacked everything, he acknowledged there wasn’t much in his apartment. At least, not yet. 

That was a sign if any that he did intend to slowly fill up his apartment with personal flair. In that way, his place could become a home for him to truly live in. 

Really, Haru was a busybody. She couldn’t leave a struggling person alone. She liked to be helpful towards others, and she knew he was the same. The time he cured her brain-freeze was something she thought about from time to time. 

The way he healed Yamamoto, even though they were technically ‘enemies’ in the future. 

It gave the feel that over any past misgivings or what, he had more of a desire to help others than to hold any grudges. 

Going off gut instinct, “I suppose he wouldn’t hold it against me.” 

“You’re forgetting an important bit. Whether he can trust or understand your intentions.” 

“!!!”

True. 

Did he understand that she was only trying to help? Was he questioning why she was hanging around him? Maybe he wondered if he was even deserving of such? 

Maybe her help wasn’t needed, or it was her overstepping boundaries. Was he just too nice to say anything about it? She did have the tendency to overlook things sometimes in her overzealousness. 

“Even you’d have some sense to know if you started overstepping boundaries. Ultimately, you may end up helping him through small actions. Are you willing to deprive someone of help that they may or may not realize they need because you’re worried he may get mad about it?” 

That was a hard question. She didn’t like to bother others, and she certainly didn’t want to impose, but she also wanted to help. 

She didn’t think herself so important to believe such a thing like ‘I can fix him,’ because-- from what she could see, he didn’t need fixing. There wasn’t anything to fix! He was just... your average person. 

Okay, as average as you can be with the backstory he had, anyways. 

THE POINT BEING! That he was basically a normal person, but he had a lot of baggage to sort through. 

What he needed wasn’t fixing, but healing. 

She wasn’t too sure about how he normally lived his day to day life, but she could see that he was willing to take steps to enrich his life more if given the opportunity. 

He didn’t dismiss her or send her away when she tried to approach him. When she tried to help him or offer some suggestions, he was willing to go through with it. 

“Do you think those are the action of a person who thinks you’re overstepping boundaries? Someone who invites you to his place after moving? Allowing you to assess his living conditions and let you drag him off to go grocery shopping so you can stock his fridge with food to eat? Are you implying he’s manipulating you to do that?” 

The hairs at the back of her neck prickle in anger. “Don’t you dare speak such filth when I know that’s not true!”

“Then why are you pointlessly worrying? He’s not Tsuna. He seems to appreciate your company and your care. His attempts to help you can also be seen as his attempts to return favors. Maybe, he appreciates what you’re doing more than you’re letting yourself take credit for. Just because you were left feeling your actions were wasted or taken for granted, doesn’t mean he’s the same. That’s a disservice to him.” 

Who knew you can close your eyes and get attacked where it hurts. 

She didn’t dream to get attacked like this, thank you. 

Sometimes, she got caught up in the weirdest of things, and in situations like this, she realizes that her thought process was swayed by her past experiences with a failed love. 

“Don’t forget, he invited you over after he overheard you talking to Kyoko. I don’t think he would have done so if you had upset him with your thoughts or actions. Maybe he doesn’t trust you yet like you worry, but maybe... he is trying to reach out in a way to show that he’s trying to trust you. Consider that, maybe?” 

She started off this dream really annoyed, but she had to hand it to herself, when she really sat down to focus on things, she could get very introspective. 

Not to tooth her own horn, but she felt like she was making a lot of great points, and had good rationale. 

“Both of you simply like helping others. It’s really not that complicated. Do what you think is helpful, but be mindful of how your actions affect him. Be patient and open-minded. Most of all, just talk to him. Just as your worrying to the point you’re dreaming about talking to yourself- he’s got his own worries. Just talk.” 

The other Haru pokes at her forehead and that somehow jolts Haru awake. 

Sitting up in bed, she looks at the clock. It was too early in the morning to consider texting someone. 

The dream was tiring, but you know? It helped clear her mind and her reservations. She’ll have to reach out soon and ask to have a talk to clear the air. 

#Yuuwen #Parallelroutes #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask! #Haru speaks #((I got tired towards the end and then I started the quick process of yeeting out. I think 3k is long enough tho so ahahah)) #((I did my best. Gomen)) #Neo drabble

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My Mate - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Shifting restlessly in bed, I threw the blanket off aggravated that I couldn't fall asleep.

My mind just kept going back to what happened, replaying it over and over for me.

I was starting to question the way I'd reacted.

Was it wrong of me to throw my milkshake on Jasper?

Maybe him forgetting our plans was an honest accident.

'Great. Now he'll never like me.'

Not that I liked him all that much right now but every mated pair has their bumpy moments.

Not that we're mated...yet.

My mind took a different turn when I started thinking about what Robert had done in the kitchen.

How he blocked me up against the fridge.

How I reacted to his scent.

I wondered if Jasper would do anything like that.

Would his voice deepen and get all husky?

Jasper always smelled sweet.

Would I submit so easily to him?

I pictured Jasper being softer, more gentle.

He'd whisper sweet words in my ear and his hands would handle me like I'm something delicate.

My face heated at the thought.

'I shouldn't think about things like this. It was wrong.'

Flipping over, I looked up at the window and screamed at the sight of someone outside of it.

Placing my hand over my rapidly beating heart, I sat up slowly.

The Alpha male's face was half hidden in shadows but it'd be impossible not to recognize him.

His black hair looked blue in the moonlight and he wore his signature leather jacket.

He tapped on the window, reminding me that he was locked out.

Getting out of my warm bed, I unlocked my window and the Alpha male pushed it up before stepping through it easily.

I had a feeling this wasn't the first time he'd come through someone's window.

It wasn't surprising at all.

"How did you get up here? You shouldn't do that, it's dangerous," I stated, my tone matter-of-fact.

"Look at you, caring for my wellbeing," Robert teased, smirking down at me.

"Actually, Robert..." I trailed off, I had nothing.

No smart comment or sassy reply.

Huffing and frustrated, I sat down on my bed with a pout.

'Why is he even here? In my room.'

Robert ignored my use of his name and walked around my room slowly.

He's never been up here before, the most he'd seen was the bottom of the stairs.

I laid down, wanting to ignore his presence and fall to sleep.

Puffing up my pillow by beating it, I closed my eyes only to hear Robert curse as he dropped something.

I fought to keep my eyes shut but I couldn't help but to peak at what he'd dropped.

It was only the Rubik's cube I had on my bookshelf.

"Again, why are you here?" I sighed, finally gaining the snooping male's attention.

"Jasper told me what happened."

I stayed quiet, pulling my cover up under my chin.

"Who knew you were such a badass, little Tory."

Was that some kind of compliment?

My face heated up and I shifted uncomfortably at his unwavering attention.

"I shouldn't have done that," I admitted.

"Bullshit. I wish I could have seen it," Robby chuckled.

"Anyways, What the hell are you doing in bed so early. It's only ten."

"I like to get a full eight hours of sleep," I argued, glaring up at him.

He's probably never done that in his entire unhealthy life.

"What are you? Forty?"

Robert walked over to me and jerked the cover away.

I gasped, sitting up to say mean things to him but he shushed me.

"Get up and change out of those horrible pajamas," he demanded, looking over my red pajama set with distaste clear on his face.

"I like my pajamas," I argued.

The soft outfit was comfortable.

Robby didn't look too impressed.

"Besides, they're meant for sleep. Which I would be doing if you weren't bothering me."

"You're only lying to yourself, Pup. Get up."

He smirked at the new nickname, seeming pleased with himself.

When I didn't get up, Robert turned away and started going through my dresser.

"Do you only own sweaters?"

'No, I don't. But I didn't tell him that.'

Instead, I pouted as I watched him pick through my clothes for a Robby approved outfit.

"There, put that on," Robby said, tossing the outfit on the bed.

"Those jeans don't fit anymore."

"Good, get dressed or I'll get you dressed."

The disgusting leer made me scramble up off the bed.

I knew his words were true.

"Turn around," I snapped, unbuttoning my pajamas top.

Robert rolled his eyes but turned around with his arms crossed.

"Why exactly am I getting dressed?"

"We're going out."

"Oh, mom won't allow it," I said, hopping in the skinny jeans to get them up.

They fit but the material was just clingy and I didn't like it.

"That's why I took the window," Robby chuckled, turning around before I could pull the plain white shirt on.

His dark eyes took me in before nodding approvingly.

"Are you suggesting I sneak out?" I whispered.

"No," Robby smirked and I sighed in relief.

Has he not met my mother?

"You're going to sneak out."

I gaped at the tall Alpha male.

"No way."

I sat on the edge of the bed, my arms crossed.

There was no way he'd get me out of this house.

Robby picked up my shoes and kneeled down in front of me.

I glared at him as he slipped them onto my socked feet.

When he was finished, his large hands gripped my thighs as his brown eyes stared into mine.

"Torin Frey, I know you want to," he smirked, his eyes unwavering and his voice lowered.

"I promise it'll be fun."

Biting on my lip, I tried to ignore him and his persuasive voice.

"Come on Tory, by the time the sun rises, you'll have a hell of a story to tell."

Him and his stories.

Why did he care about them so much?

The only thing I'll have by sunrise is sleep deprivation and probably a headache.

"On one condition," I decided.

What did I have to loose?

This was a once in a life time experience and I'd already missed out on so much the others do.

Beside, Mom couldn't be that mad with me.

She'd just said on the ride home how happy she was that I was getting out more.

"Let me hear it," Robby chuckled, his hands flexing around my thighs.

"I get to drive."

A look of horror replaced his easy smirk and my smile only grew.