#(i did feel a lil bad that they were separated for whatever length of time they were in those gift bags)

[mymreaderlibrary]

Hey buddy, gotta say, fucking LOVE your old man yaoi post with price and reader. It's also one of my favorite things and shit if you'd like could you write more about them? Like I need these two old men to finally own up and kiss damnit 😭

I wanted to get this out way earlier but ANYWAYS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AAAAGHHGH I honestly wanted to write about it a lil more but I wasn’t sure. I hope this is good, no beta cause I’m a looney toons of a writer who’s stubborn as hell.

[old friends to lovers, slight angst, injury ment, laswell is so fuckin annoyed by being the only smart person, use of y/n though they’re kinda treated more like an oc sorry, the ramblings continue]

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They didn't speak of the night before, but they honestly didn't have to. Y/n and Price could tell their feelings were mutual, or at least stronger than a typical friendship, but instead they chose to be stopped by an invisible road block.

For y/n it was the feeling of lost time. They weren't young anymore, they didn't have the energy nor time for things like relationships and... well he wasn't sure if Price would want to be stuck with an old fart like himself. Price aged in a way that'd make any man jealous meanwhile y/n? Not so much. He was greying, his bones ached more often than not, he spent half of his time drinking shitty liquor that made his teeth reek, and, as much as he hates to admit it, he's just not handsome anymore. Price deserved to be with someone who still had life to them. Maybe a spunky military gal who could keep him on his toes or private operative with an infinite list of missions to complete. What he didn't need, however, was someone who already had their chance and wasted it. Y/n should've told him just how much Price meant to him, how much he envied the people who got to stay by his side. He should've searched for him, got on his hands and knees and begged to come with. Convince whoever had them separated to change their mind. He didn't care if he still went through the same pain he did when he was alone, if he had to amputate his own damn leg again, or deal with the loss of his parents one more time. As long as he could've done it by Price's side he would've been happy or at the very least satisfied. But that was the past and the current y/n could never catch up to the man Price had become.

However for Price it was guilt. He remembered the days that y/n and him felt invincible. Like every little thing was just a stepping stone in their grand journey to glory. No matter the pain they persevered, found solutions where others would've given up, made names for themselves amongst crowds of soldiers all baring the same purpose. Too bad those names couldn't stop them from being split up, from losing their friends, their families, from being sent all across the world with no way of knowing if the other was even alive. Those names couldn't stop y/n from losing his entire calf... (Price hated that he only knew of his friends injury due a rumor involved with y/n's discharge). Y/n shouldn't even be here, his time in the military was over, he paid his penance, he should be at home watching tv on a leather couch with a beer in hand. Nothing on the mind but whatever sore loser couldn't figure out tonight's Jeopardy categories. But no, Price had to go and drag him out from retirement, right back onto the front lines. Straight back into trouble. Even if he wasn't on the field that didn't mean he was away from risk. His mere association with the 141 planted a target on his back that wouldn’t be removed by simply walking away. Price didn't feel he deserved y/n's affection not when all he ever did was put him in danger.

So they both stayed like that, infinitely stubborn, hellishly avoidant, and not nearly as sly as they thought. The 141 didn't have a full understanding of what was going on between the two, but they could tell there was some unfinished business. Gaz thought maybe one of them slighted the other and neither have taken the step to apologize for it. Soap thought y/n perhaps betrayed Price and that's why he's missing part of his leg. Ghost had... almost the right idea, thinking there was a strange tinge of romantic tension between the two though he assumed it was from something like a love triangle. Maybe y/n and Price loved the same woman and had some unfinished rivalry? Regardless, it was not his problem so much as it didn’t effect the mission.

Laswell however, she knew. She wouldn't have the position she did if information like this just flew past her radar. She knew of their history, she saw how they reacted to one another. Laswell wasn't blind for god's sake, in fact she felt like the only one with eyes at the moment. She wasn't so crass as to demand them to make up and get it over with, but having no one to complain to was definitely testing her patience. Instead she stuck to subtly, casually chatting with Price about y/n and dropping questions in regards to their past missions together and how close they were, hoping to make some wheels turn in his rusted head. She wasn't gonna do more than that however, they were two grown men and if they couldn’t figure it out that was their problem. Could they just be a little more subtle though?

It took until a, quite literally, explosive scenario for them to finally get it together. A bullet had gotten lodged into Price's shoulder after an enemy made a lucky shot. It was far from the worst thing the Captain had faced but it still wasn't great, hurt like a bitch for one. And secondly it seemed to send y/n into a spiral. He was practically fuming when Price got back, going on some sort of rant about hygiene and wound care. Y/n demanded to be the one to dress Price's shoulder with a tone that had the others knowing they were not invited to watch unless they wanted to join in on the incoming lecture. And lecture he did, through the whole process Price could barely get a word in. Y/n paced and raved, threw his arms in the air and even knocked over supplies on accident. He was a complete mess and it wasn't until y/n was literally out breath that the Captain could finally speak.

An explanation of what happened was given, it was just luck (bad luck in regards to Price) that he got hit. This wasn’t overly common and the team knew how to deal with these wounds. Everything was okay, it was going to be fine. This just came with the job, risks were inevitable.

They were quiet, looking at each other and letting the silence permeate the room. Price reached his hand out to touch y/n’s but was caught off guard as the other man suddenly leaned it. Knocking his head against Price’s good shoulder and breathing heavily, y/n shuddered a silent cry. A plead for Price to be safe. Whatever false version of safety he could promise, just please don’t die out there.

The Captain raised his outstretched hand to cup the back of y/n’s head, running a thumb over the stubbled hair. Letting his hand slide to his face and pushing him back just an inch.

Another moment of silence. Hearts beating like rabbits.

“You gonna actually do something or do I-“

Price shut him up as quickly as he could. It was clumsy, a bit shaky, and definitely desperate, but the moment their lips touched it felt like pure ecstatic relief. Relief that this was finally happening, relief that the invisible barrier they built around each other was so weak, but mostly relief that those moments, all those touches and lingering stares weren’t for nothing.

They breathed in each others scent, something they’ve come to know so well and yet in this moment it felt brand new, and infinitely stronger. The spice of a cigar, the sting of sweat, and- oh right, sterile wipes. Price was left to chuckle awkwardly and y/n backed away. Any childish excitement felt would have to wait but at the very least they had this.

[beth-is-rainpaint]

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE

[sortavibing]

hello , i was wondering if it was possible to ask for a matchup! if so here’s all my info !!! sorry if this is really long :/ i feel so bad i literally wrote u an ESSAY. 😰

my name is lizelle, i don’t really have any nicknames except for zellie (but that’s reserved for specific childhood friends and family members). my pronouns are she/her and i am bisexual. my personality type is enfp-t. i love writing, i’ve been doing it since i was in elementary school. i’ve also been dancing for ,,, 12 years now i think (i’m 17 :)) i also love listening to music, i could sit and listen for hours. i value trust more than anything in a relationship, i also enjoy someone who has a good sense humor. like rolling on the floor laughing type beat :) i LOVE baking, i stress bake. i also love reading and watching tv (my favs are game of thrones atla and aot) . i hate seafood, absolutely despise it, honestly i’m basically a vegetarian lol. i’m pretty short standing @ 4’11. i’m black and i’m a lil bit pudgy but i’m learning to accept it. thick thighs save lives bb 😌 so do big titties but u aint hear that from me 👀 i am a very secretly insecure person. which means i tend not to bring up my insecurities unless absolutely necessary or they’re forced out of me but they are DEFINITELY there, you just gotta be a little patient. my stomach, boobs, thighs, hair, skin color. growing up in a white town did wonders for my confidence as a kid 🤩 . i definitely use humor and fake confidence as coping mechanisms if you couldn’t tell LOL. and i would say i am the funniest damn person i know, nobody compares. when i get really exited or passionate about something i could go on for literal HOURS and i’d talk to anyone who will listen. ANYWAYS

i would like a romantic relationship ship please and thank uuu! you are an angel for writing these 😌 again i apologize for the length but heres my fucking dissertation.

i don’t know how to add onto another request ,, but i really forgot to add my zodiac sign 😐 anyways, IM A GEMINI! have a beautiful rest of your day and i cannot thank you enough for these. godsend 🙏🏾

i hate this legitimately what is my god damn problem. my love language is touch and i am also obviously the most forgetful person ever. i promise i’m done now 🥺 i am so sorry my brain is like …evaporatorating or some shit. also i hope you are receiving these OMLLLL.

ack hello lizelle! thank you so much for requesting! you seem like such a sweet person, and no worries about the separate asks, i got all of them :) please the talent to be able to dance for 12 years- that’s so amazing! anyways, here’s your matchup!

generating matchup…

matchup: complete

i match you up with osamu!

what first drew osamu to you was just how pretty you were- like he saw you while he was walking to class and just had to do a double take because he was internally thinking “holy fuck i need to talk to her”. atsumu saw his awe struck face, and made fun of him for a solid 3 days, but he didn’t really care, because he just wants to get to know you. 

he knows you are basically vegetarian, so he’ll surprise you at school with homemade vegetarian meals. he will always steal a little bit, because it looks so good, and he can’t resist, and you’ll pretend to get annoyed, but you still will let him take food every time. everyone on inarizaki is lowkey jealous of you because they want some of osamu’s cooking, but he only gives it to you.

on the weekends, you guys will bake together, and whatever you are making with him turns out super well, and you guys take so many pictures of the finished dessert. osamu loves to sample things while you guys are baking, so you always have to make sure he won’t eat all the ingredients before you finish. after you guys finish, atsumu will always try to take some, and if he tries, both of you literally attack him because no way in hell is atsumu going to get the first piece :)

he loves to listen to you talk, and you guys like to just vibe with each other, soft music playing, as you cuddle and he listens to whatever you want to rant about at the moment. sometimes he will put his opinion in, if you want him to, but he usually is just content to hear the sound of your voice, and learn more about you while you talk.

if you guys are taking a bus or subway, he will rest his hand on your thigh and trace circles on it, and pretend like he’s not doing anything, but you know he’s doing it just to get a reaction out of you. he will always subconsciously grab your hand if you guys are walking somewhere together, because he loves being around you, and lowkey showing everyone that you are his girlfriend.

osamu really likes to watch you dance, because he thinks you look like a true angel when you are dancing, and he’s just hypnotized by your graceful moves. the first time he went to one of your recitals, he was just amazed by your skill, and after it ended, he literally didn’t stop telling you how beautiful you were for a solid 30 minutes.

one weekend, you convinced him to binge alta with you, and he became lowkey obsessed. his favorite character was momo and the cabbage man, and whenever the cabbage man’s cart broke, he got lowkey annoyed and started insulting aang, which was really funny. his insta bio was #justiceforcabbageman for a solid week and you thought it was so cringey but cute at the same time, so you let it slide.

if you ever get insecure, he will be sure to shut it down quickly, because no one is going to slander his girlfriend, not even herself. osamu will immediately start telling you everything he likes about you (which is everything), and how lucky he is to be able to date someone as pretty, funny, and sweet as you are.

one of the first dates he took you on was a trip to a nearby city, where you guys spent the day just going to different small bakeries and trying the pastries, is arm around your shoulder or waist the entire time. the entire trip was so cute and aesthetic, and you both got so many ideas of what you wanted to make with each other next.

overall, you guys are such a cute couple, because it’s very obvious that both of you care for each other very much, though osamu tries (and fails) to be more lowkey about it. he is still surprised that you wanted to go without him, and he will do anything he can to keep you happy in your relationship.

i hope you enjoyed!

[ohpedromypedros-main]

DKMH

Here’s a little Dacre x Reader based off of this post. I hope y’all enjoy; it took me way longer than it should have to write this. 😘

Word Count: 2,542

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, masturbation, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), swearing as usual, a lil fluff at the end

(Thinking of making moodboards to go along with my fics more often... Thoughts?)

It’s been six months since you started working your new personal secretary job and it was the most rewarding job you’ve ever had. In many, many ways. You were extremely thankful to your cousin for hooking you up with the job in the first place and you were most definitely going to repay her in some way for sure.

“Y/N, could you come here a moment?” The voice of your boss sounded from inside his office and you immediately bit your lip before getting up from your desk.

You were the personal secretary for Dacre Montgomery, creator and CEO of the best new clothing line across the globe, DKMH; it also sharing the same name as his popular podcast. Dacre took an immediate liking to you, noting how much of a sweetheart you were the moment you first introduced yourself. You were innocent, pure, and that’s what made him crave you even more, but there was more to you than just that craving feeling he felt.

“Yes, boss?” You smiled as you peaked your head around the doorframe of his office, him looking over at you with a bite of his lip.

“Could you organize all the paperwork regarding the new mag for the clothing line and have it on my desk by noon?” He asked you with a smile, standing up from his desk and resting his hands on your hips after making his way over to you. “And you remember what’ll happen if you bring it even just one minute late, yeah?”

“Yes sir,” you smiled up at him, biting your lip. “No later than noon or I must bend over your desk.”

“That’s right, gorgeous. And you know what it means when I have you bent over my desk…”

“Daddy gives me spanks.”

“Correct,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your ear. “Though then again, whether it’s on my desk by noon or not, I’m still gonna have you bent over my desk for me.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, him speaking in such a sultry tone in your ear stirring something within you. Your hand immediately slapped to your mouth to cover it, shocked you had actually let out a moan. Dacre smirked against your hair, pulling back so he could cup your chin with his hand.

“I just love the way I make you moan with just a simple murmur in her ear.” He cooed, blue eyes dropping to meet your shy gaze. “Such a beautiful thing you are.”

“Thank you, boss.” You whispered, cheeks going pink staring into those beautiful ocean eyes. “Sh-should I get started then?”

“If you want it in on my desk on time, yes.” He teased, brushing his lips over yours for a moment before pulling away and walking back toward his desk to take his seat.

You held in a shaky breath when he left your side, walking over to his desk and grabbing the large stack of paper from in front of him.

“I’ll have these on your desk by noon, boss.” You smiled so innocently, leaning forward to kiss at the white collar of his shirt, leaving a nice bright red lipstick stain.

You walked out of his office and closed the door behind you, returning to your desk where you sat down and immediately let out that breath you had been dying to let out. The things this man did to you with just his words were beyond comprehensible. To say you were the luckiest girl in the world was an extreme understatement. In your case, you had won a lifetime of lottery wins.

Working for Dacre was like repeatedly winning the lottery, that’s how you always explained it to your cousin when she asked you how the job was going. She was one of the models for Dacre’s clothing line, seeing as DKMH produced both male and female clothing, and when she overheard him saying how he desperately needed a secretary to keep him organized and in line, she immediately knew you were the perfect one for the job.

After separating the papers by categories and placing them into three neat piles, you sorted the signed ones from the ones that still needed Dacre’s signature. You always wondered what Dacre would do without you and your organization skills, and you knew he thought it too. It’s why you were both grateful for your cousin getting you the position.

Once you had all the paperwork organized, you put them in coordinated folders, giving each file a categorized name. You finished your job fairly quickly and it left you with a lot of free time until noon arrived. You figured you’d check Dacre’s emails as well, trash whatever wasn’t important and star the important ones for him to check later.

Your cell pinged while you were in the middle of your task, so you picked it up from your desk to see what the message was that you received. When you opened the text, you got a good look at a picture of your boss’ hand wrapped around his cock. This was the first naughty picture Dacre sent you while you were working, usually he sent you teasing photos when you were at home, and you couldn’t control the arousal that was quickly pooling between your thighs.

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered, wishing that were your hand or even your mouth wrapped around his cock.

You rubbed your thighs together, needing some sort of ease for the new ache formed in your core. Biting your lip, you spread your thighs and slipped your hand beneath the fabric of the pencil skirt you were wearing, rubbing your fingers at your dripping naked folds before pushing two of them into your heat.

A relieved sigh passed your lips, moving your fingers at a quick pace while you kept your gaze on the picture, all those dirty thoughts about your boss drowning your mind as you pleasured yourself. You pictured his fingers fucking you, you fantasized about being bent over his desk while his cock deliciously fucked in and out of your cunt.

“Well, well. I knew you’d like that picture.”

You snapped your head up with a soft gasp, fingers quickly pulling out of you as you met your bosses gaze, noticing the wide smirk on his face.

“I-I… I couldn’t hel--”

“Desk. Now.”

“Yes, boss.” You bit your lip, standing up from your desk and walking into Dacre’s office. He gave your ass a slap as you passed by him, which elicited a soft squeal from you.

You bent over the front of his desk once you neared it, letting out a soft gasp when you felt his now clothed erection pressing against your ass.

“You feel that?” He rasped in your ear, hands resting on your waist. “You make my cock that hard, beautiful. All I could think about was bending you over my desk and fucking your pretty little pussy.”

“Please,” you gasped, pressing back against him and circling your ass against his cock.

“Please what, Y/N?” He growled, grinding himself harder against you.

“Please fuck me, boss. N-need you so bad…”

Dacre’s hands slipped beneath your skirt, cupping both of your ass cheeks and gently massaging them. You whimpered softly, pushing yourself against his touch. Dacre only chuckled, raising your skirt up to reveal your bare ass and dripping folds for him.

“Let’s see how wet you are for me.” He hummed, quickly working at freeing his cock from his pants so he could rub his swollen head along your slit. He bit his lip at how wet you really were for him, giving you no warning before he pushed his whole length into your warm heat, bottoming out with a pleased growl.

You let out a surprised moan as your walls engulfed him completely, your hands tightly gripping at the edges of his desk. 

“O-oh God, boss!” You cried out, tilting your head back from the pleasure of him filling you. Dacre slipped one of his hands around the front of your body to cup your throat, pulling you toward him so your back rested against his chest.

“You like that, huh Sweetheart? Like the way your boss’ cock fills that pretty little pussy of yours?” He started his thrusts out at a slow rate, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock as he fucked in and out of you. “Is this what you were fantasizing about while you were fucking yourself with your fingers? Hm?”

“Y-yes boss,” you whispered, bringing one of your hands up to rest at the back of his head while he held you against him. “Your cock feels so good, boss. Please don’t stop.”

Dacre chuckled, pressing his lips to your ear.

“Oh I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

He snapped his hips forward, eliciting another cry of pleasure from you before grabbing one of your legs and lifting it so it rested on top of his desk, the angle helping him to fuck you more smoothly. He gripped your throat hard, keeping your back against his chest while he sped up the pace of his thrusts, your fingers clutching at his hair.

“Dacre!” You moaned, head thrown back to rest against his shoulder.

“Yeah that’s it, baby. Moan my name.” He groaned, bringing his other hand up to squeeze at your breast through your white button up. “Love hearing you moan out my name while your pussy swallows up my cock.”

“Fuck this pussy, Dacre. Show this pussy who’s boss.”

A guttural growl rumbled through Dacre’s chest at your words and soon had you bent over his desk again, ramming your cunt from behind while his hand came down to give your ass a nice slap. You moaned out again, loving how dominant your boss could be.

“Yeah you’d love that, huh? My cock owning this pussy? Hm?”

“O-oh god, yes please. Own this pussy, boss.”

Dacre growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back.

“Say my name, Princess.”

“Dacre,” You gasped, meeting his gaze. “Own my pussy, Dacre.”

“Atta girl.” He smirked, momentarily pulling out of you so he could turn you around and sit you on his desk. Quickly wrapping your legs around his waist, he forced his cock back inside of you, eliciting another moan from you. “Whose pussy is this, Princess?”

“Y-yours, Dacre.” You whimpered, gripping at the lapels of his suit.

“That’s right, beautiful. And you know what else?” He pressed his lips to your ear, hand going up to tangle his fingers through your hair. “You are mine.”

Dacre pulled back to crash his lips to yours, other hand gently gripping your side while he moved his hips at a harsh pace. You moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as you kissed him harder in return.

“D-Dacre, oh god don’t stop!” You whined into the kiss, his lips tugging into a smirk before he pulled back to cup your face in his hands, holding your face an inch from his.

“Oh I won’t Princess. Not until you want me to.”

“Don’t ever stop,” you moaned.

Dacre chuckled at that, gently nipping at your bottom lip.

“Oh trust me, baby, if I could fuck you like this until the end of time, I would.”

“F-feels so good, I’m gonna cum...” You murmured, squeezing your legs tighter around Dacre’s waist once you felt his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Yeah? You gonna drench my cock, Princess?” He mused, aiming right for your g-spot which he had memorized like the back of his hand.

“Y-yes!” You gasped, throwing your head back with a soft cry when you felt that coil burst. You squeezed tight around Dacre’s cock as you came, triggering his own release when you began milking him for everything he had.

He groaned deeply at how tight you squeezed him, gripping both your hips while he roughly fucked you through your highs, burying his face in your neck so he could nip at and suck a hickey into your throat.

“Fuck, Princess.” He grunted, pausing his movements once he was buried all the way at your cervix, his cock twitching when he finished cumming inside you.

“H-holy shit,” you panted heavily as your orgasm finished trembling through you, your tight grip around Dacre’s waist letting loose just a bit.

“You’re so beautiful…” He admired, holding you against his chest while slowly pulling out of you, his lips capturing yours for one more deep kiss.

“D…” You breathed, carding your fingers through his hair while kissing him softly in return, your chest pressed against his. “Mmm what’s the time?”

Dacre glanced at the clock on the wall behind you, chuckling as he met your gaze again.

“20 seconds to noon.”

“Shit!” You squealed, jumping off his desk to run and grab the organized files you put together for him.

He laughed at how eager you were to get the files to him on time, knowing you were only doing it because you wanted to do well at your job. In the meantime, Dacre tucked himself back in his pants and you returned less than five seconds later, handing him all three files you put together.

“Top folder has paperwork you still need to sign, the other two are organized and ready to file.” You hummed, biting your lip as he took a look at your work.

Dacre looked up at you with a pleased grin, setting the folders down on his desk before slipping his arms around your waist.

“I honestly don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N.”

“You’d be drowning in unorganized paperwork,” you giggled, rubbing your hands over his chest. “Thank you.”

“Me?” He chuckled. “You’re the one keeping me sane and on track with my work.”

“Thank you for choosing me.” You murmured, bringing one of your hands up to lightly rest against his cheek. Dacre leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours.

“You were my first and only choice, Y/N…” He spoke softly. “When I first saw you… I just knew… You were everything I’ve been waiting for.”

“D?” You bit your lip, gazing up at him.

“You’re not just my secretary, you know.” He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “You’re the girl of my dreams.”

“Dacre…” You whispered, heart fluttering at his confession. “You really feel that way?”

“I fell in love with you the moment we locked eyes, babe.” He paused, biting his lip while caressing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dacre.” You threw yourself into his arms, pressing your lips to his for a long passionate kiss.

He was relieved at your reaction to it all, not wanting you to think that you were just the secretary he enjoyed fucking. You meant a lot more to him than that and he was happy you felt the same for him in return.

“Would you like to join me on my next red carpet appearance?” He asked after breaking the kiss for air, taking your hands in his. “As my girl? Not my secretary.”

“I would love that, D.” You whispered, looking up into his ocean eyes. “I’d love it a lot.”

Tagging: @takemepedropascal​ @halefirewarrior​ @speedmetalqueen​ @lilacs4amber

[dredshirtroberts]

Hooooo boy we are feelin some EMOTIONS today, folks.

this is not a happy post, if you’d like to skip I entirely understand, and in fact encourage doing so.

I’ve been needing to do a one of these for a lil bit because I’ve got Thoughts and Feelings and they are complicated and I can’t accurately parse them in my head so we’re gonna air it out on Tumblr like a sheet on the line during laundry day.

here’s the thing.

I got some complicated family feelings in my chest places and it fucking *sucks*.

I was kept from spending time with my family by various means over the past several years to the point where I wasn’t attending holidays - which, in my family, is just not done. You can skip a holiday but you have to make it up on another occasion and I...wasn’t doing that anymore. Two separate people had me convinced I was not loved by my family, that they did not care for or appreciate me like *they* could and that I was better off not being around my family.

And maybe they had some valid points. Which I hate admitting because they used a lot of “valid points” to get me to be completely isolated in life without anyone but them and any time I branched out I was, for lack of a better term, “punished” for having denied them my attention or time or whatever. (this is of course not as nuanced a take on it as I would prefer but this is already going to be long without me going through the whole...everything, again. You can search the captain rambles and life post tags on my blog for more on this topic).

Anyway...so I’m no longer with people who are actively trying to keep me from talking to other people/being around people who are supportive of my own efforts and goals, etc. And I was welcomed back into my family with open arms and that was...honestly unexpected. After everything I’d had told to me about how they were and how they should be and what I should feel about them...I wasn’t expecting them to love me.

I rode that rose-colored wave for a *while*. But as the world descends into chaos and I learn more things about myself that make me feel more like *me* than I have...possibly ever now that I try and think about it, I am seeing things that I had hoped had been exaggerated or made up by those in my life who had hurt me.

My parents raised me in a very right-wing conservative household. The evangelical style of christianity didn’t come until I was already an adult but the building blocks must have been there or it wouldn’t have happened so...extremely when it finally did. There were a lot of...really shitty attitudes towards other people that I didn’t recognize growing up in it - I didn’t recognize it until a lot later, in fact.

They’re...They don’t see anything wrong with the way they are. Which, you know, *sucks*. 

There’s going to be a lot of dismissive phrases littered throughout this because I’m trying to be...i don’t know. I do it as a thing to lighten the mental load on myself - dismissiveness and joking around, exaggerating for effect, etc. - which i know might come off weird but like...this is really fucking bothering me guys and I...I’m doing my best.

Cause here’s the thing. I was raised believing the world was one way and that we were *right* about things. We had the answers and anyone (liberals) who didn’t agree with us were wrong and would either see the light and come to our side or were too stupid to know how wrong they were so we wouldn’t have associated with them anyway. (reasons why i’m currently frustrated with the political opposition to Republicans/Conservatives/The Right #1 actually)

And then I grew up and I saw the world was not that way. And I expected that my family would be able to see the world with the insight I had gained, and..they just...don’t.

I’ve excused a lot of their shit beliefs recently. not like, trying to defend them to anyone or anything but I don’t confront them. Mostly because I know while they won’t say it to my face, I know how they think about people who think like me (because I was there for those conversations, I was there and I thought like them and now i don’t and that makes me one of those idiots they talked about, a stupid person who can’t see the truth they believe so fully that they think is backed up by facts and figures but their facts and figures are *flawed* - mine aren’t better but I can acknowledge that and extrapolating data from all the things and coming to a conclusion is what I was taught to do but now that I do it for the wrong side what must they think of me? What must they say behind my back?)

I have...a lot of kinda fucked up shit about my family. Nothing overt, nothing that immediately screams to me “Hey fuck-o, this shit isn’t a universal experience and something is wrong here!” but it’ll be small things that I’m like “Ah, okay. Not everyone had this experience and those that did are currently working through the *trauma* of it by going to *therapy*. Hm.”

I’ve done some work in that respect and that’s good. Doesn’t make my issues go away but makes it so I can handle them a little better. Most of the time anyway.

I’m trying to make several things that are true but contradictory work together in my brain and it’s not going well.

1) my family cares about me and wants me to do well.

2) my family has hurt me in the past and is currently hurting me (though not intentionally and not maliciously - please dear god let it be unintentional and non-malicious). 

3) My family does not “agree” with LGBTetc people.

4) My family do not believe that there are systemic issues inherent in the government we live in/under and the society we must participate in (Because it benefits them, and they have not had to challenge their thoughts on this before).

5) My family are kind of racist.

6) My family was my only support system when I was leaving an abusive situation.

7) ...My family might have abused me a little.

I go back and forth on point seven a *lot*. See point 2 about the intentionality/maliciousness factors. If they didn’t mean to do it, does it still count? 

Does it matter if it still hurts?

My sister outright told me that she doesn’t agree with trans people (meaning she doesn’t believe you can be trans, really). But I’m okay because it’s me, and now I can be her gay best friend when we’re drinking at family stuff.

She didn’t understand why I was hurt by that. I attempted to explain it and she got defensive and angry so I just...didn’t fight about it. Just played the part. I’m her brother when it benefits her but otherwise I’m still her sister. I’m still mom and dad’s daughter. Even though I told them I’m not a girl. I told them I’m a guy.

Dad’s response was the most favorable initially and I think...he might eventually come around to it (he’s always wanted a son. he has a boy dog and has also imprinted really hard on his lawn roomba about it). He also might...not.

I’d like to transition further. Eventually. If it’s feasible. But also, right now it’s not. Right now it’s me cutting my hair short and not wearing dresses or skirts (even though they’re super comfy) because I want to avoid being misgendered as often as possible. It’s binding for uncomfortable and unsafe lengths of time because I am a MAN dammit, and I will be a man at this family function in whatever way I can. And when I go to the length that I do to be seen the way I want to be seen and I am *ignored*....

fuckin’ hurts you guys. I just fuckin’ hurts. 

And I want to correct them. I want to stand up and say STOP YOU’RE HURTING ME. PLEASE. I AM NOT A GIRL. I HAVEN’T BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME I JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHY I DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT AS A GIRL. PLEASE JUST CALL ME A BOY, USE MY PRONOUNS, USE A NEW NAME OR AT LEAST THE NICKNAME THAT ISN’T MY FULL NAME. 

but i don’t.

because I’m scared of losing them again.

And it’s fucked up because they’re *already* lost. They’re Fox-watchers and Trump-supporters and they don’t want to listen to science or facts or *anything* outside of what’s presented to them by pundits and talk show hosts, and the fucking EIB network with their political propaganda for anything that isn’t what the liberals want.

And I don’t know that I can get them back because they’re *real* far down that particular rabbit hole. And I’m...I’m just trying to figure out what I want in life. What makes me happy. And part of what I want is what I always wanted and never had.

I want my mom and dad to look at me, see me, see what I do see how I try and what I love and care about and tell me that I’m enough. That they love me because this is who I am and I am enough for them. Even if I wasn’t accomplished and didn’t try they would still love me because I’m *me*. and I’m their *child* and they *love me*.

And GOD it is so FUCKING painful to know that’s not a realistic thing to hope for. Because I’ve been trying for 28 GODDAMN years doing ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I can to be enough for them. I played good, christian, conservative little girl for SO goddamn long, even when I wasn’t Christian or conservative anymore, even when I saw the cracks, I wanted to be what they wanted.

And even now that I *am* what my dad wanted (a son) I’m not enough because to him i’m still a girl, to my mom I’m the failed daughter the one she didn’t do enough for so now it’s about how she fucked up and not about NO. This is ME. Stop. Stop LOOKING at me like that WHEN YOU DON’T SEE ME. YOU SEE SOME IDEALIZED VERSION OF ME WHO WAS NEVER GOING TO EXIST BECAUSE SHE WASN’T ENOUGH EITHER.

...

This is a lot more than I thought it would be, pain wise tonight, guys. My bad. 

I’m still struggling with my eating habits, I’m still struggling with my self-worth, and finding what makes me feel fulfilled. I’m getting better at some of it though.

I’ve smiled and laughed more in the past week or so than I have since I came out to my family. I wouldn’t have done that without my very very good friends who are very very kind to me and god I wish I could do more than draw stupid pictures and write stupid stories for them but it makes them happy too? so i’ll just do what I can and maybe it’ll be alright. 

Gonna try not to fall too deep down the abandonment issues pit tonight folks. I’m already upset enough. 

Good talk.

[elfenbensord]

Mr Black

Imagine 1: Mr Black

Summary: Pining and heartbreak and stuff, y’know?

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Warnings: You might want to dig your eyes out with a spoon, or maybe that’s just me.

Word count: 1324

[Written: 26 Aug, Edited: 26 Aug, Published: 26 Aug]

[2018]

Request: Hey! Could I get a fem!GryffindorMuggleborn readerxSirius Black-marauder era? She transferred from the US in 3rd year, became BFFs with Lily and later Sirius. In 6th year Sirius and her drifted apart since he started dating Marlene who Lily and her hated. After graduation she went in Auror training+Order missions and only ever saw Lily,James and Remus. Then at an Order meeting she sees them and finds out they are engaged and a lot of angst! But a happy ending. Sorry for being so specific.

Author’s Note: I kinda switcharooed a lil as I pleased. But y’know, who’s the writer here? That’s right -- me. So I make the rules (*laughs* unLIMITED POWER *laughs*)

Enjoy reading!

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The trees of the Forbidden Forest -- which was never truly forbidden to those with the right mind and mischief -- sway in the wind to an ancient song. This night is drawing late, but no one really wants to leave. To leave now would be to finally walk out of childhood, to become an adult once and for all, and the thought of that is simply paralysing. The graduation class of ‘78 drinks and dances all through their final evening together. One last time, they’ll stay up late in their common rooms. One last time, they’ll see the faces and share the smiles they’ve known for seven years now. Grades have been handed out, there’s really nothing left to do now. Nothing left for them on these grass hills, in this castle.

“(Y/N)!” Sirius Black is drunk and sentimental, not for the first nor last time. He swings his arms around the American girl’s shoulders, trying to convey much more emotion in the embrace than it’s really possible.

She lets herself be held, a small smile playing on her lips. “Sirius…”

This is the night, she tells herself once again. This is the night when I tell him.

“Did I ever tell you...”, Sirius fumbles over his sentences and himself. “(Y/N), did I ever tell you-”, he pauses to take a sip out of a bottle she didn’t notice until now.

He’s about to say something, tell her something. So, maybe he’ll beat her to it. Wouldn’t that be heavenly?

He uses his hand to wipe his mouth, he still stinks of alcohol. “Y’know what -- let’s go somewhere else. Let’s go up to the towers!”

They never reach the towers, they forget their mission as they’re halfway through. Their voices fill the stone corridors with laughter, whispers and love. They find themselves in one of the large open windows. Sitting beside each other, legs dangling out through the window, they watch the lights and colours of their classmates. It’s past midnight, the only one still standing is Remus, who is finally letting out the stress of passed exams, through drinking and crazy dancing. Peter and a Ravenclaw girl dance beside him, but not quite as violently nor as desperately.

Sirius’ breath is raggedy, loud against the cold midnight air. “(Y/N), you- you’re so…”

“Wickedly beautiful?” she cuts him off, looking at him with teasing eyes. She makes him laugh.

He’s still amazed over how easily she does it, just the crook of a smile and a witty comment and he’s almost choking laughing by her knees.

  He scoots closer to her, his leg now touching hers. (Y/N) is suddenly hyper aware of the length of the skirt of her dress. Just past the knee, and her bare leg can sense his warm skin through his trousers. His hand reaches for hers, toying with her knuckles and sending fireflies to her heart.

Her hand in his, he speaks, “You’re so…”

She holds her breath, bracing herself for whatever comes next. “I’m so…?”

“Exactly.”

“Good. Good to know.” A small smile. She leans onto him, he holds her. They watch the night together. To the last hurrah.

---

“(Y/N), fancy going to the pub after the meeting?” Remus Lupin proposes, his eyes tired but happy and his hair already greying. “Maybe even Lily wants to tag along if you flirt with her enough?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The two share a common smile. They’re the unlucky, single souls of the stage tonight and every night. But it’s all better when it’s shared, for then the loneliness can’t paralyse you quite as bad. If (Y/N) had known what a friend she’d find in Remus, this slightly broken boy, she would’ve spent so many better nights with him instead of pining over the dark, tall and beautiful boy at the back of the party.

Lily declined their offer, though both (Y/N) and Remus were exquisite in their attempted flirting. They’ll laugh all about it once more, slightly drunk under the greasy lights of the Leaky Cauldron.

A butterbeer, maybe something stronger, in her hands, she opens her heart to him just the slightest. “Y’know Sirius?”

“The insufferable bastard? Yeah.”

She feels like she has to lean forward to confess, “I was in love with him back at Hogwarts.”

Remus merely shrugs and takes another sip, “Weren’t we all?”

It almost stings her heart, a bee finds its way through her veins. Another sip. “Exactly. Weren’t we all…”

---

And then suddenly Remus isn’t single anymore. Suddenly he’s seeing this girl, the same Ravenclaw girl who danced with him during the graduation night. They met somewhere -- a bookshop, a thrift store, a dumpster -- it doesn’t matter. Remus is absolutely smitten about her, his hair even regrows with colour. Eyes gleaming, he dreams the meetings away.

And now (Y/N) is alone in being alone. Again.

Her flat echoes with silence, dust covering every free surface. She cooks for herself, shops for herself, sleeps by herself. Now she’s all she owns.

She packs herself up every morning, ready for whatever the world has to bring her. Is it death, fights, laughs, love.

Now she sits by herself in her own space, the only plate on the kitchen table is all she needs. A sound is heard from the door. The mail.

And now she sits with tears in her eyes and a cream coloured letter in her hands.

“Mr Black and Miss McKinnon invites you join the celebration of their marriage.”

And everything breaks.

---

Dumbledore just finished off another meeting. (Y/N)’s tired state of mind is leaking onto the table, into everyone’s boots. Her lack of spirit can be sensed miles away. Purple underneath her eyes, she looks as if she’ll break any moment. Everyone worries for their friend’s sake, but no one quite knows what do to or what to say.

And suddenly the door is kicked open. And Sirius stands there, a dark silhouette against the outside light. And (Y/N) goes paler and rises from her seat. “Excuse me”, she breathes, before exiting through the back door. No one says anything.

The cold air of the early spring reeks into her lungs, it numbs her mind and calms her blood. Her fingers grip onto her elbows, desperately trying to find some comfort in herself. She learnt so much at Hogwarts, but never how to love herself.

She can feel how someone stands tall beside her. She expects it to be Remus -- the kind but absent soul --  it couldn’t be anyone else but him. But the voice coming from the body contradicts her early belief.

“(Y/N)...” Sirius’ voice is hoarse, but still a warmth in the cold of early spring.

She opens her eyes to meet his dark eyes, his handsome features and raven hair. “Sirius.”

They breathe together, separately finding themselves to remember every second they’ve spent together.

(Y/N) leans against the outside wall of the house. The bricks scrape against her back, she wishes she’d brought her coat. A long breath, meet his eyes for just a moment. “I- I should congratulate you on your engagement. And soon-to-come marriage.”

“... What?”

“Please, Sirius, don’t-”

“No, what do you mean?”

And that’s when she notices the lack of a ring on his fingers.

His confusion almost makes sense. “Wait, you don’t think-”

“I don’t know-”

“I’m not …anything. Hell, I haven’t even shagged in months.” It’s his turn to make her laugh, but all she has to offer are glossy eyes, confusion hiding underneath.

“But… ‘Mr Black and Miss McKinnon invites you join the celebration of their marriage’?”

The look on his face. Wide eyes, his mouth in an unreadable expression. “No! No, no, no. That’s… That’s Regulus -- my brother!”

It clicks, and the fireflies are back, living in her veins. “So you’re not… engaged?”

And he looks at her, “No. No, I’m not.”

And he finally makes her smile.

---

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HS Epi: Meat p11 reaction

Is the resolution of the Masterpiece really going to fall in between pages about Jane & Jake's fake date?

Maybe not. Maybe we'll see something from John's perspective first, inside the house juju. Giving himself the retcon powers. Coming to terms about some things. But I suspect he won't be able to contact anyone. At least, it would surprise (and entice!) me if someone contacted him while he's hidden away so remotely in there... Speaking of contact, how did John intend to have read anything inside the juju without his glasses or contacts? You can only spend so much time squinting.

I also wonder what they'll do when they're let out. I mean, they haven't become any better at fighting, and LE has. John won't zap his friends, Vriska and Davepetasprite^2 away to confer in a more secure location, right? Assuming he still has his retcon powers by the end of his stay in the house juju.

---

"That’s that, you think. Your glasses are broken forever, and you totally fucked up and underestimated young Lord English. Rose should have known better than to trust this to you alone." Well, I guess having a mental breakdown is one way to pass the time. I'd rather he had some sort of breakthrough instead, though. As for the glasses... Maybe a non-final death will restore them? Or by ascending to his Ultimate Self god tier. Whatever that'd do to his personality...

"Rose, Rose... your smart, amazing friend Rose, you can almost hear her voice now.

> Listen closer, jackass." ... Ah, so Reload Rose and the others can still talk. Their jails neighbour each other after all - they represent the four blocks of the house - but I didn't think it'd be enough for them to confer. Though, I rather think they're limited in what they can do in here, right? Unless... Unless by being in the house juju, they can influence some things inside the plot, still put some things in place so some time loops are fulfilled and stuff is prepared for bringing down LE!

Pretty sure they're barred, narratively, from performing a jail break, though. :P

Ya know, I've talked about the sentiments behind the narrative prompts before, and I just now realized that the kind of intruisive, inflammable language they use are a throwback to Homestuck's narration, since now that we have this POV-type story, the language there in is more shaped towards the person in question.

"You’ve only realized right now that your cell has walls, because it’s awfully bright in here. It’s so white that nothing in the cell is casting a shadow. Looking around, you realize there is no apparent source to all this bright light, making it hard to tell where the floor ends and the walls begin." Oh, I figured it was dark for him, but yeah, the house is white. Maybe the jail cell looks to each as what their idea of being imprisoned in a house-shaped object should be like, and proportions of the space go to match that? Hence why John can't yet tell the floor from the walls, he's got only an inkling of an idea. :P

"JOHN: yeah, i’m here. ROSE: Oh, thank goodness. Everyone’s accounted for then." Hah, John spaced out while the others reconnected. Nice. I'm interested to see what ideas Rose will bring to the table.

So it all comes back to four kids, standing idly in separate rooms, huh. :P

"Are you okay? JOHN: what? ROSE: Are you OKAY?" Okay, either the walls muffle the sound of John is like "this situation does not warrant the use of the word 'okay', rose. 'okay' is definitely not how i would describe us being right now."

"JOHN: i think so. i can barely hear you though.

You can hear a thud from Rose’s corner, like someone slumping against the wall in relief. Well, that’s what you’re doing at least." That's pretty much all she needed to hear right now.

"DAVE: this is kinda dorky to say out loud but i dont DAVE: feel... time" ... They're cut off from all their aspects now, are they? That'd just make them ordinary people. :/ Or maybe it's in reference to time outside of the juju passing way faster, relatively.

"DAVE: thats not just me right you guys feel it too DAVE: or dont JADE: yeah JADE: i mean theres obviously space inside this box but i cant do ANYTHING JADE: its like im blind" ... Okay, so I'm left to wonder. Would the egg sword and Jade's First Guardian powers still be usable? I'm assuming Dave had it out, so even if their sylladexes are inaccessible they might be able to do something.

"The noise outside the juju grows. Something sharp and metallic splinters above and rains down on the top of the chest." That isn't something to do with the pirate party finding the chest in the dreambubbles... So then, what? Did the B2 kids do something with the chest after exiling (excorcising? ... INcorcising?) Caliborn into Lil Cal?

Blaperile has a good point. Do all the soul splices inside Lil Cal experience this in the same way? ... Do all the soul splices in LORD ENGLISH experience this in the same way?? In the sense that the mobster is just a prison they can't escape or influence?

"ROSE: What did my future self say it was we had to do? JOHN: erm... she never rea—" Oh this is going to be so embarrassing.

"The metallic noises rain down harder, drowning out Rose’s attempt at being loud." ... It's that the noises are metallic, otherwise I was almost beginning to think it was more like the white noise. And that would have made me think of the Scratch. That would sure be something though, if the B2 kids initiated a Scratch of Caliborn's session. Actually, what if that was how Alternate Calliope's timeline came to be...

"JOHN: NOW I CAN’T HEAR YOU! JADE: TRY USING LESS WORDS

The length of the silence coming from Rose’s corner communicates just how difficult a task that is for her." Pfffffffff. Incoming character development for Rose: being concise.

"JADE: WHAT????? JOHN: I KNOW IT’S ALL A BIT ABSTRACT, BUT... JADE: NO, I JUST CAN’T HEAR YOU! DAVE: JOHN YOU SUCK AT YELLING JOHN: UGH!" Pfffff, I thought John would be better at yelling coherently, being Karkat's counterpole. ... Blaperile points out the similarity with Karkat sucking at whispering. XD

"Now you understand defeating young Lord English was never supposed to happen. Not the way Adult Rose was implying it would. You surmise the other four teens remaining outside the juju were the ones meant to be tasked with his defeat." It just sucks that John has to come to these admittedly wrong decisions by himself and couldn't have been given more information to work with.

"And judging from the cacophony still emanating from beyond the walls of this house and its confining chest, they are taking the task seriously." Okay, so the B2 kids' fight is still going on. Still unsure what the metal sounds could be about though. Aside from Dirk hacking at the chest with his unbreakable katana.

"But what does this mean for the four of you?" John, don't lose hope, you said it yourself, you'll be unloaded... some time.

"You try to picture what’s going on in the battle outside, but it’s not easy.

> Use your imagination." Of course, the house juju's powers run on imagination! :P No, wait, he's just going to give us his idea of the proceedings of the rest of the Masterpiece. Sadly, he doesn't have any clay at hand. :P

"The coolness of the action in your mind’s eye is belied by the actual sound effects booming all around you, which you can only describe as vaguely stupid." Welp, guess the bar of wedgies is still being cleared only marginally.

"There’s a lot of hysterical screaming, which, if you’re not mistaken, is coming exclusively from the male combatants. ... Well, Dirk IS living and breathing anime. :P

"Almost as if an outrageous bubble of pure Hope were enveloping the stage, is how you would describe it if you didn’t mind sounding ridiculous." Hah, John still doesn't believe in the application of Hope.

"Then you hear... it can’t be. Horses?? No, not simple horses of flesh and bone. These horses are metal, if we’re to believe they’re horses at all." Oh! Right, Arquiusprite summoned those Metalhoofs. Well, that's what I picture they were, Caliborn represented them with metal horse figures... But perhaps he even created robo-centaur butlers and the like. *shivers*

"You figure no one will ever truly know what’s happening out there. You doubt anyone would even be able to handle how incredible the raw, unfiltered account of this teen brawl actually was, so it’s probably for the best." Welp, and we were doing so well just now. :P Eh, it seems the battle unfolded pretty much exactly as foretold, only with some of the more stupid details removed, curtousy of Caliborn's impatience with stupidity. Which in this case might not have been entirely bad. :P

"you overhear Dave from one of the rooms below you, raising his voice to speak to either you or someone else." Right, they are not all on the same level, since it's a house-shaped prison. Uh, but wasn't Dave supposed to be in the part of the house with the extra window? It's been too long, I probably misremember. Oh, wait, yeah, they went through the fourth wall via one of the bottom panes, and it stood for Dave. Never mind.

"Once more you ruefully reflect on these teen versions of your friends, and all the questions they must have for you. For each other. What would you even say to them?" The responsibilities of an adult, John never expected they'd be this hard. He must be growing more appreciative of what his Dad went through with him without even knowing it.

"You’re not even sure you could handle it, if you were Teen John. You’d have too many follow-up questions, which Adult John is in no way prepared to answer." Still, I wouldn't mind a little one-on-one between Johns. A John-on-John, I suppose. In a serious way, nothing from the animes.

"Would you tell them about Terezi..." Oooh, does he suddenly get an idea, thinking of Terezi? Can't say I think they can do anything to contact her from inside here. Hmm, but earlier, Blaperile thought about what the B2 kids could do with the juju chest, whether they might try to get the others out. That's assuming Caliborn didn't captchalogue the thing, though. Still, it would be something if they could defy what's been foretold and unload the house early, maybe load it with a real surprise for LE.

"For some reason her name feels like nails in your heart. Makes sense, you guess, cause there’s a lot of sharp letters in it. She had sharp teeth too, and sharp elbows. Sharp words." Ahhhh, so we get to see what black romance feels like to John. Looking pretty sharp, apparently. Still, her sharp intellect could've come in handy here. It's a good thing chances are good they'll meet again, I'm sure post-victory Terezi has an important role to play yet.

"Terezi Pyrope was a sharp girl, and maybe what these sharp feelings are trying to tell you is you miss her more than you realized." Well, John has already acknowledged his feelings about Roxy, guess it's time for the other side of the two-headed coin now.

"She wouldn’t have let you neglect relationships with certain friends for so long that you missed whole chapters of their lives. She wouldn’t have put up with you moping around with the salamanders for so long. She would have kicked your ass for being such a loser about everything. She would have poked you in the forehead and called you insufferably lame and told you to pick up the damn phone. You would have called her a weirdo and pretended you hated it, and maybe you would even have believed you hated it. But now, sitting here in this little white cubicle, contemplating your regrets, you don’t think you’d have hated it much at all.

Would you tell the teens that?" Oooh. Very good point, actually. Even if John really only knows that version of Terezi from talking to her on two separate days separate by three years, she had a real impact on him. Granted, they also kept contact on WhatsApp as well in Universe C, but during the session was when their interactions bloomed. It'd probably be a stretch for Meat to end with John retconning the post-victory timeline to include Terezi on Earth, with him, right? After they defeat Lord English first, of course. Oh, right, she was there for two years before leaving... somehow. I kind of forgot. Still, five years would've made a difference in where John ended up by the start of the epilogues.

"JOHN: am i... depressed??" ... Well. Well, as far as growing self-awareness goes, this might be a very big development! Yes, it does seem that John has become listless on Earth C. Mostly it seemed to have to do with the absence of his Dad. But maybe he'll have other ideas about that, like his misfortune in matters romantic.

"as it turns out, you are really fucking depressed. You’re just a giant, wet meat sack of self-involved misery, and all that big, wet, meaty ooze drips out your mouth every time you open it. All the time and space in the world isn’t making it better. It’s something you should have been doing for yourself, instead of waiting around for things to get better." Wow, John. I suppose things will get a little harder for him, now that he's realized this about himself, but I hope he'll find a way soon out of this mess. And so, that's what he's been doing on Earth C, just waiting for things to get better. And no-one picked up on it, not even the other people close to him that bordered on depression before? Like Jade? He really alienated himself...

"Well, screw waiting! It’s boring as hell! You are JOHN EGBERT, after all, immortal CREATOR OF WORLDS, the one and only man ever to completely transcend the partitions of CANON ITSELF. You’ve got these powers, remember?" Well THAT's a sudden surge of RESOLVE if I've ever seen one!

"You hold up your hands and form a rectangle with your fingers and reach outside yourself, outside canon, to the place your retcon powers come from. You focus. You strain. You contemplate with all your might a place you can zap to, any place but here." There's no place like home, there's no place like home! :p Kind of wondering if he'll succeed though. He might be cut off from his powers. But if not, canon is his oyster.

"You wait. And wait. And wait and...

Nothing happens.

You slump back down against the wall" Welp! He tried.

"JOHN: THE ONLY WAY OUT OF HERE... JOHN: IS FOR US TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO LET US OUT. JOHN: SORRY GUYS. ROSE: OH." Anyone up for a game of "I see I see what you can't see"?

"JOHN: ALSO... JOHN: I THINK I MIGHT HAVE DEPRESSION?" Well, at least they won't have a lack of stuff to be talking, sorry, yelling about. Rose might be partially delighted to pick at the brains of an adult John, in fact.

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Sparkles On The Water [1] | Do Kyungsoo

[5] Lunar Myths Saga Story Two

genre: wolf!kyungsoo x mermaid!female reader (oc - wang inhui) (ft male oc - wang junhui)

chapter summary: (PART TWO) The events over the past day effects the whole pack, should Euina be allowed to know the truth? hat would happen if she’s not? Kyungsoo has always been more observant than others but then again, he’s always away… visiting you in his dreams.

words: 2200

I am considering making it one big chapter? what do you guys think? should I delete both parts and make one big chapter or should I leave it like this? ALSO do these ‘before’ bits annoy you? they can get kind of long :( I like putting them here anyway though... ALSO I'm sorry it took so long to get up HOWEVER! I do have a little surprise in stock to keep swimming with me <3

tags: @marshmallow-phd @bri-ne @high-on-food@asslikegilinsky @chanyeolol  @xingminded - let me know if you’d like to be tagged!! although I’m sure Tumblr hates me and never actually sends the notifs to anyone!

[ml] - bc it’s getting a lil confusing I decided to just link the master list | part 1

Hello

KYUNGSOO

When everyone was finally awake and situated in the main room it had just passed one in the afternoon. Yixing had been back for almost an hour but Yifan and Minah had to attend to something in the city – an emergency – and only arrived back at the house a few minutes after one. The new-comers had been awake as long as he had and, while still a little awkward, the two girls had relaxed. Euina and Baekhyun were sharing funny stories – mainly about Chanyeol, Euina’s friends and Yuna – while Yuna and Sehun sat talking quietly to each other. Kyungsoo couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Sehun and his mate were getting closer. That, even though the situation was bad, Sehun had finally gotten over his nerves and talked to her.

Kyungsoo had been a little moody when he was dragged away from his sleep, he always was when he was dragged away from you, but he couldn’t deny the sense of pride he felt seeing Sehun with his mate. He imagined everyone in the pack felt proud of him.

Another development had been when Minah got back. Before she had left, she had come to Euina to make her feel more comfortable surrounded by a mass of men she didn’t know.

“You told me you like to bake, right?” Minah had asked, sitting on the floor next to Euina and Baekhyun. Euina nodded. Minah‘s smile transitioned into a beaming grin. Kyungsoo watched as she clapped her hands together loudly, looking over her shoulder at him. “Great!” She exclaimed, turning back to Euina. “Kyungsoo loves to bake too! We were going to bake some red velvet cupcakes tomorrow for Yixing coming back but we can always make them earlier!” She stood up with a small bounce, extending a hand for the teenager to grab. “Right Kyungsoo?”

“Right.” He agreed with little hesitance.

It was a strange thing, having an actual child in the house but, Kyungsoo was always one to do his best to make a child happier.Euina took a glance at Yuna, who smiled back at her. With the subtle nod of her head, Euina turned back to Minah and grabbed her hand.

She motioned for Euina to enter the kitchen before them, to go help Jongin, who was already in the kitchen, wearing an apron (that only covered from the waist down) and a kind smile on his face. Euina went to him almost immediately.

“Since when were we baking for Yixing? He only went to work.” Kyungsoo said, voice lower than a whisper. The female werewolf heard him anyway.

“She doesn’t know that.” She answered in the same manner. “Besides, I thought it wouldn’t be in her best interest to sit with us while we discuss whether or not she should know the truth.”

“What’s Jongin’s view?” Kyungsoo was curious, the younger who was already in the kitchen must have already given his answer. He and Kyungsoo were similar in that way, not wanting to argue about something so, well, useless.

“Same as you, same as me, that she should know.”

Of course, Kyungsoo nodded. Jongin had always been hind hearted and even then, children were his weakness. “Good,” was all he said before the two of them entered the kitchen, making sure the door closed properly behind them.

​

YOU

“Tell me where on Earth you are. I’ll find you in no time.” You had asked. He had given you the best answer in the world. Turns out he was less than 100 feet away from a gate. There were nine gates all over the planet, an easy way for supernaturals to find each other. The main purpose of the gates was to connect the different supernatural planes, or universes as Junhui liked to joke. You liked the fact that the part of ocean, in the Southern Kingdom, was where the third gate was placed: The Morire Gate.

As soon as Kyungsoo had left your shared dream you woke yourself up with a pinch to one of your small fins that sat on your hips, right on the tip where it was most sensitive. You sat up from the reef you had made your bed and set off in a quest to find Junhui.

Swimming fast was always something you were good at. Due to the size of your tail, it’s long length yet slender frame was great for becoming streamline, the small fins on your waist and hips contributed to your long tail fins’ great ability to catch currents and propel you forwards even quicker. Their length also giving you a powerful kick, Kyungsoo had complimented you after watching you race a dolphin once in a shared dream.

However, swimming fast now didn’t feel the same.

Your heart felt heavy in your chest and the thin translucent webbing between your fingers kept sticking together. You were a mess of emotions and Junhui being hard to find was not something you wished to deal with at this particular moment.

Fortunately, fate was on your side for the moment, the Gods smiling down at you with fondness. You made a mental note to pray to the Lunar Goddesses in thanks for you swan right into Junhui not even a minute later.

“Woah!” He chuckled, holding your upper arms between his fingers – the webbing significantly less sticky. “Slow down, you’ll tear a fin!”

“Hui, we’re leaving.” You wasted no time in paddling around the coral.

“We’re what?”

“Leaving.”

“Alright.” He shrugged. He had always been the one to express his feelings of adventure the most between the two of you. “Where?”

“On land.” You paused, gaging his reaction. When he didn’t object you continued. “We’re going to my fated one.” You said slowly.

“Kyungsoo? Do you even know where he is?” You could hardly keep a secret from anyone, but you were never able to keep one from Junhui. However, you loved talking about Kyungsoo, so you supposed it was a situation with no loses.

“He just told me.” You smiled, conveying what your fated one had told you.

“Wow! He’s not so far away from the seventh gate! TheGuilan Gate.” Junhui exclaimed, the two of you now swimming back towards your castle.

“I know! But I don’t think he does,” you replied with a sheepish smile.

Once back at your home the two of you parted way to go to your separate quarters. You wouldn’t need much, you didn’t have the need for clothes underwater and your ‘prized possessions’ would last very long above water. What you did do, however, is swim to your mothers’ quarters to whisper into a shell you lovingly dubbed as a shell-phone. Its official name was – in fact – a whisper shell and, its purpose was to hold the last whisper uttered and share it with the next person to pick it up. Kyungsoo had said it was similar to sending a letter or texting, whatever that was.

Once finished, you placed the shell down on its opening (so your whisper wouldn’t spill out) and then placed a sand-dollar on top of it, to signal that it was ready to share a whisper. Then you left your mother’s quarters. At least she’d know you were alive now, once you left.

Around ten minutes later, you didn’t really care for the concept of time, you met back up with your brother, a human satchel over your shoulder. Inside wasn’t much, just a few shells you were particularly attached to (the smaller ones you liked putting in your hair along with shiny pearls but thatwas a different story) and a few other bits and bobs. You looked at the assortment of things Junhui held in his arms and raised and eyebrow. Wordlessly you opened the knitted bag and motioned for him to place his things inside. He did so, grinning at you.

“You know, that’ll be dripping once we’re on land, right?”

“That’s usually what happens when things are wet Hui.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get a move on, it’s not the longest swim to the Morire Gate but it’s still quite a swim. I don’t want to waste any more time”

And then, the two young royals left the sanctuary of their land and found themselves on land for the first time without a Lunar Moon.

What an adventure indeed.

KYUNGSOO

Just under an hour had passed since the kitchen door closed. Kyungsoo didn’t know quite what was taking them so long to decide if the thirteen-year-old girl was allowed to know their secret or not, especially since the majority of them were all for it. He couldn’t make out what most words were said (due to the fact that they had sound proofed almost every room since the technology was created) but he could hear that both Danbi, Junmyeon and Yuna were expressing different variations of concern with Euina knowing. From what his ear had caught, Danbi was worried about what would happen if she was taken and didn’t know anything – “What if those horrible rogues take her! What if they hurt her and she has no idea for what reason or what the hell is going on?”– while Junmyeon was worried about what would happen if she was taken and she knew, and the rogues tortured information out of her – “She’s a child! No one deserves to be tortured let alone a child!”– and Yuna just wanted them to stop talking about her little sister being tortured. The room had become exceptionally quieter and the cupcakes had been put into the oven, Minah thought it would be okay for them to join back up with the rest of the house.

She was wrong.

As she opened the kitchen door, Euina just in front of her with the woman’s hand on her shoulder, the seal keeping them cluelessly oblivious from the debate happening in the main room was broken.

Kyungsoo felt like his heart dropped out of his chest.

He wouldn’t be able to tell anyone exactly what was said but it was an argument between Yuna and Sehun and, Yifan and Tao while Junmyeon was stuck in the middle trying to defuse it all.

“I don’t want to even think about the fact my sister could get kidnapped and killed by a bunch of psycho rogue werewolves! All I’m saying is that I won’t lie to her.” This was the only thing Kyungsoo picked out before everything became silent.

All eyes on the door that just opened and the two girls who had walked through them. Kyungsoo and Jongin shared a look before following their steps into the main room.

“Why am I going to die?” Euina’s voice was small and cracked as she finished her sentence. Kyungsoo didn’t need Luhan’s affinity to figure out she was scared.

Yuna’s face dropped as she saw her sister in the doorframe. Sehun’s form tensing behind her, probably feeling her drop of emotions. “No. You’re not going to die.” She reassured straight away, standing from Sehun’s side to walk closer to the young girl, though Sehun stood to follow not even a second later. She knelt down “I won’t let anything happen to you if I can stop it.”

A few seconds of silence passed. “Werewolves?” Euina’s whisper was heard by everyone (apart from Danbi and Eunjin who were human enough to not have special heightened hearing) her voice still thick with emotion.

“Well, the cat’s out of the bag now.” Baekhyun spoke up, with a smirk on his face as the werecat sat up from his laying down position on the floor. No one acknowledged him or his pun. “No point in arguing about it now.” He sighed, standing. “Just so you know, I was all for you knowing from the get-go.” He smiled at Euina before disappearing, probably going to his room to finally sleep.

Before he knew it, Euina had ran past him, tears spilling out over her cheeks. It was like the sky was listening because soon enough, the heavens had opened, and the clouds started crying too. Yuna followed her sister through the door, even if she didn’t know her way around the house or where Euina would go in the first place.

Kyungsoo decided it would be best if he stayed out of their business.

He was just about to retreat back to his room, to try and sleep and maybe see you once again, but before anyone else moved there was a rap against the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I’ll get it.” Kyungsoo murmured, not seeing the need to raise his voice. When everyone would hear it anyway. Plus, he was the only one standing up at the moment and he was closest to the door. It was only logical.

When he opened the door, he was met with the bare back of a woman and, when she turned his heart did leaps. It was you. You were here, on his doorstep. And you weren’t wearing a shirt.

“Hello.” Your smile stunned Kyungsoo, he began to wonder if he was still dreaming.

Another voice sounded out, sheepishly, and a man stepped out from behind his mate.

“Uh, hi.” He gave a small awkward wave.

[agl03]

hi do you think season 6 might be our last season. i know the fandom feels betrayed after how the writers killed fitz while telling us it was to be rewarding.I also feel that since whedons never really give their ships a happy ending, they are again going to split them but I'm still not ready to see AOS go.I really need our fandom to fight for the renewal and can the fandom also let the writers know at the cons that killing fitzsimmons is not ok, because that might secure fitzsimmons life.

Hi Anon,

If they already knew Season 6 was intended to be the last season it would have been billed as such, a prime example of a show doing this is Gotham.  They are getting a smaller run of episodes to finish their story and end for good.  

We also are not privy to whatever deals were made with the Season 6 renewal or how long until they would wait to even consider Season 7.   TPTB could like what they see and renew even before the show airs.  They could wait until next year after the summer run to decide.  Or for all we know a Season 7 has already been greenlit and will be filmed when they would normally film the back half of a full season (This option is good because it secures the cast).  I bet something is at the very least in place to secure the talent and make sure they can get who they need/want back when the time is right.  

Disney’s streaming service is set to launch in Fall of 2019.  I would not be at all surprised to see AOS move there or to have a spin-off or two head there after Season 6.  

For someone who does theories and predictions, last season was the season of “Doing the things I said they would never do.”  They had Fitz suffer a split to set up the team fracture and then didn’t properly address his trauma or resolve the relationships (Mack and Daisy especially).  They killed (a version) of Fitz because they had a loophole that would allow them too (they said they would have never done it without the loophole).  And they separated Fitzsimmons…again.  When by their own admission had been done too many times and the writers didn’t think they could pull it off again. 

And while I HATE that they have separated Fitzsimmons again, I’ve made no secret of that, I would have been better with it had I not known that could have been the end.  Looking at the finale as a SEASON and not series finale it made for one heck of a cliffhanger.  I could have dealt with that much better and it’s helping me deal with it now.

In my mind, Fitz is missing and when they find him it will be like he’s come out of the Framework, only this time has no memories of the life he lived there.  It doesn’t change the things that happened or that they were real, good and bad, but he won’t remember it.  How the writers deal with it can either be really cool…or really frustrating.

I also know this fandom, had they not addressed Cryo Fitz he would have become the new Gravitonium.  The thing that the fandom would constantly be asking about.  While the theory side of me would be constantly worried when they would drop that shoe.  Because believe me there are a lot more painful ways they could have taken care of that plot point.

None of that changes the sadness, betrayal, and frustration that many in the Fitzsimmons fandom are still feeling.  I know my faith and trust in the writers has been shattered.  I fought for them and I stood up for them very publicly, encouraged the fandom to have faith in them, to trust them and then they did what I swore they would never do.  Part of me always thought that no matter what they put Fitzsimmons through they’d get that happy ending in the very end.  And then the finale aired and that was very much not the case.  

They have the story they want to tell and sadly this season went with a lot of shock value plot twists.  There is a fine line when it comes to these things between fun and frustrating.  And many fans are to the point where it’s only frustrating and while they love Fitzsimmons they are just tired.  And you know what, I can’t blame them.  I watch this show as an escape and Fitzsimmons are characters I identify with, and I hate to see the crap keep happening to them.  

And it’s tricky to send feedback into the writers.  No one wants to get attacked saying their work is bad.  Nor are the writers like our amazing fic writers that accept prompts and give us 5K of Scottage Fluff.  

They are very well aware of how much Fitzsimmons means to their fans.  That is honestly partly why they are part of such major moments and twists good and bad.  

Fitz has always been one of their if not their favorite fake-out red herring character and in the finale, this went to the extreme his death the fake out to hide Coulson’s and they were going to find Fitz.  I have been at cons (I was in the room when they screened What If and heard the collective screams of horror with the Ophelia twist at the end) and seen interviews where these questions come up.  

They know they can’t do the break them up only to have them get back together trope.  They had to go to extreme lengths to do a love triangle trope…for both of them.   And its because those aren’t options that they go for the physical separations instead.   

But you can send in feedback.  

HERE is the ever so popular ABC Feeback form where you can send in your feedback to the show/network.  I sent my feedback after the finale when I was all raw and crying.  I don’t know if it did any good but it made me feel better to at least get it off my chest.

Bear in mind the writers have been back for over a month now, they have at least a few episodes written and have a good idea of where they are going to take things this season.  Preproduction has started.

Both in feedback and in posts on Social Media emphasize WHY you love Fitzsimmons so much.  WHY you watch the show.  

Focus on the positives

DO NOT call any of the writers out on Social Media personally.

DO NOT threaten or demand things.

Those who are at cons can ask questions but you will likely get toyed with on their answer.  The cast has no control over the story either.  So asking Lil why they do it won’t do any good. 

I’m not ready to let the show go either.  I’m not ready to let go of them or the fandom here.  I still have fun doing the asks, getting insanely excited about promo pics and news, or having a theory hit.  I’m looking forward to Fitzsimmons being reunited.  And I hope the writers paid attention to the feedback they got so far.   I will keep fighting for Season 7 and beyond.  

I hope I answered your question didn’t just ramble at everyone for too long.

[kinsbin]

Period Pains [McXeen]

Title: Period Pains WC: 1,712 A/N: Self Insert, Period Talk

Summary: Xena’s period comes around and it’s never fun. Jesse McCree, who hates to see her in any sort of discomfort, will do his best to make her as happy and comfortable as possible. 

A/N: I’M ON MY PERIOD AND DYING. So I wrote a oneshot on McCree comforting me through it ;v;

Xena groaned as she curled herself up into a ball on the couch, the sounds of whatever baking show Food Network was blasting on repeat drowning itself against the fabric of the pillows she had built around her. The fabric and position did little to calm the pulsating and churning of her uterus as it shed itself of its internal lining. Periods were rare for her. Daily stress and anxiety always assured that the months between each one were few and far between. Three or four would pass before her body decided it was time to spill itself out against her will, but, when it did it unleashed all those months of pent up discomfort in a solid, lengthy week or two of non stop bloodshed.

Another fierce cramp assaulted her body, causing sweat to pile up as she groaned into the pillow and twirled to readjust to a more comfortable position so that the pain would grow more dim. It persisted as she knew it would. She gritted her teeth, as she always did.

The sound of soft footsteps echoed. Spurs clinking against tile and into carpet as Jesse’s heavy movements announced his arrival back to their home. Though her heart craved to greet him with a hug and kisses, her body refused each movement she tried to offer it and kept her cemented on the couch, rolling to her side with a pained huff.

She heard Jesse enter the room and startle, hurrying to her side and leaning down so he was in her field of vision. His brown eyes swam with worry, hat and serape still on to indicate the first thing he had done when he entered was look for her instead of going to take them off. It warmed her heart to know that. Well, it would have if the pain had not been overwhelmingly annoying in that moment. A soft groan escaped her lips as she pouted grumpily up at her boyfriend.

“Darlin’? Everything alright?” His voice conveyed careful worry as his hand reached out, placing itself onto her head and rubbing soothingly at her messed up locks. Xena whined and leaned into it, shutting her eyes tight as another cramp overflowed against her uterus.

“Noooooo,” She bemoaned instantly, “It’s not alright. I’m DYING, Jesse. Let me rot into the couch in peace.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the dramatic words she exasperated before reaching up to remove his hat and place it down on the nearby coffee table. Brushing a stray hair to the side of his face, he quirked an eyebrow. “Oh that so? Better prepare a mighty’ fine funeral for ya then. Ya wanted a gold-plated coffin right.”

“Sarcophagus,” She corrected, “I want a full-on Egyptian burial. If you don’t put my important organs in canopic jars as homage to the gods who will judge me in the afterlife, I will come back from the dead to haunt your ass so hard.”

“Organs in jars, got it.” He confirmed with a nod. She groaned again and buried her face away from him.

“Seriously, though, it is my organs. I have my period finally. Just started today.”

“Oh, I see,” He nodded carefully and let his hand trail down her body. When it reached her back, it gave her spine and shoulder blades a careful, gentle pressure as he massaged her. Xena’s body shook at first, back tensing with dislike at the feeling of being touched so impromptu, but the pressure relieved the pain of her swelling muscles and, soon, she relaxed into the movements. Soft noises fell from between her lips as he continued his ministrations, leaning against the couch as she slowly uncurled herself from the ball she had been pushing into further and further. “Anythin’ you want me to do to help you out, Honeysuckle?”

The nickname softened Xena’s rigidly pained heart enough for her to chuff out a laugh. Peeking out from the pillow she was buried in, she gave Jesse a reassuring smile. As best as one could be through the pain of it, that was.

“I’ll be okay, Cowboy,” She responded reassuringly, “It’s only this bad the first couple days, I’ll live through it...Ugh, I do need more pads, though....And I would kill a man for Huevos Rancheros. Or fries. Or both. Oh man beans and fries….”

It was his turn to laugh as she slowly uncurled herself from her pained hiding and spread out before him, rolled onto her back as she looked up at him with tired eyes. He took the chance to reach out and brush her hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the warmth of his human hand against her face. There was a fondness in his gaze that she didn’t see behind her closed lids, a soft thrum of electric love firing itself from warm brown eyes and onto her form. Even like this, writhing and complaining, she was the cutest damn thing he had ever seen. If he didn’t know better, he would have picked her up and laid her on top of him. But, he was a smart man when need be, and moving his girl away from any position she felt comfortable in was a dangerous gamble.

Instead, he leaned down closer, placing a loving kiss against her lips which she returned once the shock of the action wore away from her.

“You sit tight, Honeysuckle,” Jesse whispered once he separated himself from her, “And let ol’ McCree handle the errands, alright? Pads and Huevos coming right up for ya.”

“Jesseeee,” Xena whined worriedly, “You really don’t have to! I’m just complaining. You just got home and going back out is dumb and-”

“Hush your mouth, it ain’t no trouble,” He rebuttled with a gentle flick to a stray strand of hair against her head, smile bright on his face, “‘sides, ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do for ya, darlin. You know that, right?”

Her blush was warm on her face, matching the shade of her brilliant red hair as she buried her face back into the pillow she had been occupying. Through it, however, there was a muffled ‘okay’ that McCree could just understand. With a nod, he pick his hat up from where he left it and slid it back on his head. Xena called a soft ‘thank-you’ to him in the midst of her goodbye, and Jesse just turned to flash her a wink and a grin before disappearing once again out the door.

He came back a little around an hour later. Xena had found a more comfortable sitting position up and against the couch, a pillow tucked over her abdomen that she could curl around as she shut her eyes to listen to the commentary of the video she was watching. The channel had shifted from Food Network to what appeared to be the Discovery Channel, the ocean sparkling in the screen while a british man narrated over its wonders. She heard the door unlock and turned to look in the direction.

Jesse popped in, grinning triumphantly as he tended to do when a simple, domestic errand was completed. He loved doing them, especially for Xena. It made them feel normal. Like a family. Something he longed for but could never get. Not until he had met her, at least. Now there she was, wrapped up on their shared couch smiling brightly at him as he entered the room with his plastic bag of drugstore loot and takeout boxes. The smell of eggs, beans, and handmade tortillas filled Xena’s nostrils, making her mouth water.

Jesse put down the bags as well as a large beverage container.

“I forgot to ask what type of uh-products?-” He looked confused at the words for a moment, “You used so I kinda got a bunch of ‘em just to make sure I didn’t screw it up. There’s also Advil and that chocolate-covered biscuit treat ya like.” He takes the time to set down the takeout bag next to the soda and smiles, “One thing I didn’t mess up though! Huevos Rancheros from your favorite lil’ Mexican joint a few blocks away. Complete with Dr. Pepper.”

Xena simply stared at all of the items strewn out before her, eyes wide with shock at the lengths to which Jesse had gone in the span of an hour to ensure her comfort. Seeing her awed look, Jesse shifted in his spot from next to her, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Is everything alright, Honeysuckle?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes, yes its-!” She smiled and laughed, turning to face him before reaching out to envelope him into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around him to drag him down with her into it. Jesse huffed in shock before laughing and returning the hug, pressing a kiss to the shoulder his face was buried in.

“It’s more amazing than I could ever imagine, Jesse. Thank-you so much for all of this,” She whispered to him with a soft sigh, “You really didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” He murmured, moving away from the hug to kiss her forehead gently, nuzzling himself against her hairline as he took in the scent of her soft lavender. His large arms wrapped around her to bring her into his lap, pulling them close together so he could feel her warmth. She giggled against him and sighed, shutting her eyes as the safety of his large frame encompassed her.

“What did I do to deserve such a great boyfriend…” she murmured in wonder.

“You deserve the world, Honeysuckle.” He returned, kissing her again before placing her down with a chuckle, “Now, how about we enjoy that food, hm? Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah...can we watch Tombstone?”

“Read my mind as always! I’ll put it on.”

As Jesse stood, a soft touch stopped him. Turning to see what else she needed, Xena’s face lit up like a beautiful string of fairy lights as she looked at him, causing a blush to spread against Jesse’s cheeks as she chewed on her lip before leaning forward to kiss his hand.

“I love you, thanks.”

And he couldn't help the grin that spread against his lips.

“I love you to, Honeysuckle.”

[searching4paradise23]

Letter to my ex

Dear You,

I write this fully knowing you wont read this. I write this wishing you could but I know it's better for us to stay as far away from each other as possible. A lot has been heavy on my mind. Most of my thoughts that haunt me are from my past and how I fell into my worse nightmare. We both wanted what was best. Things happened so fast. I am sorry.

I understand how frustrating it must have felt to not be able to fully disclose who I was. It was frustrating for me too. I made a choice to be with you even though we knew it was off limits. Our chemistry worked, in various ways. You knew the struggle and you wanted to make sure neither me or my daughter would experience that struggle. You wanted a partner who would motivate you to do great things, but the minute things felt off it feels like we both went off the rails. Unfortunately I didn't learn from my family's mistakes and I did not actively pursue a way to break this "generational curse" or whatever you wanna call it. I had selfish blinders on and became a shell of the person who intrigued you in the first place. That for sure was never my intention.

Thank you. I know I did not say it often. I still struggle with it today. I still struggle to voice my emotions in a healthy manner and establish safe boundaries. I can't imagine how you must feel. After the last time we spoke, things have changed. I know you probably heard that I was selected for the promotion I really really wanted and then decided to still leave that career behind.  As much as I was frustrated with things at times, we both know how hard of a decision that was for me. I'm doing alright. Going to school and therapy every two weeks. I have not been consistent with my mental health goals but I figured this was a good way to get you out of my system.

Anyways..

Although I understand why you would have felt those emotions, it still doesn't forgive the things that transpired between us in those last couple of months. The physicality of it all.. was brutal. You knew you didn't have to do all those things. You knew I didn't want to have sex that night and yet you proceeded while I just laid there, paralyzed, stunned, and exhausted from all the mind games we threw back and forth. And that day, I got pregnant. And I didn't know until weeks and weeks later when I noticed I missed my period and I was constipated out of my mind. I remember finding out on a Sunday night after I put my daughter to sleep. I went and got tested in the bathroom and I laid on my bed crying and defeated. This cannot be happening to me. Not only have I become the person I hate the most and experiencing some intense emotional and physical abuse, but I was pregnant and making preparations to separate so I can be far away from you.

I know how much you wanted your own child. The way you were with my daughter was great. You loved her as if she was yours and so did your family. I wanted to give you a child. Trust me. I wanted my lil girl to be a big sister. I wanted it but I knew that I needed to distance myself from you and I could not have handled carrying a child who will constantly remind me of that night. They were not conceived from love. That would not have been fair to anyone if I had kept it. The day of our last encounter, I was hoping and praying that you didn't find out. I knew it would destroy you and I did not do it to be hateful towards you. I did it because logically, it would not have worked for anyone. And it was the hardest decision of my life. I have been so fucked up in the head that I didn't really realize what happened until I was sitting in a chair getting woken up and told to text my chaperone to come help me get to the car. The minute I stepped out of that clinic, I sobbed. I was embarrassed, remorseful, hurt....I always said I don't think I could have possibly gotten an abortion unless certain circumstances are met, and they were.

I spent the rest of that day in bed crying and sleeping. Hoping you wouldn't randomly show up while I was gone "camping". Fuck, I can't even believed I went to those lengths to do all that. Our last day together, I had basically given up. I knew I broke you just as much, maybe even more, as you broke me. I was numb and preparing myself to face the music because that's what you told me. Karma is a bitch. I took a life, you wanted to take mine. But I couldn't let that happen. And for some reason you didn't do it. I hope that moment was your "oh shit" moment. Much like the one I experienced weeks prior but failed to properly act on due to fear. I still carry that fear with me. I still carry every insult I received and that I delivered. I still carry that feeling of being less than trash because of my actions. At times, I still feel like I'm 2 inches tall. I can't seem to let you go. Our relationship was a hurricane. Everything happened fast. Started rough and ended rougher. But the eye of the storm sure was beautiful, huh?

I wish circumstances would have been different from the get go but we all know that the past can't really be changed. I want you to know that there are times where I find myself blaming you for a majority of my current problems. That isn't fair. I carry the blame for what I did in our relationship. My choice to leave was mine and was sped up by the fear of me losing everything in bad taste. There's times I think of you and I feel hurt and embarrassed by how we handled everything. There's time where I think back to when things were good. Don't have any more pictures or videos since I deleted a lot of them. It sucks doing that. Knowing that so many things could have gone better if I would've stepped up to the plate and changed. I guess what I am saying again is that I'm sorry for the trauma I caused you

[keptforlater]

200411 | #lookout-point

location: beyond echo territory.

KB: ( ; forgoing the actual stairs to the top of the station, he climbs the supports instead. with the amount of times he’s been here, just looking for one particular wolf, he knows it’s roughly a twenty-two feet climb up. pushing himself onto the platform and sneaking through the open window, he sits on the edge. gripping onto the frame, he puts on an easygoing grin; not patient enough to just let the wolf notice his presence. ) i love the way you're dressed. bet you'd look even better without your clothes on, though.

CY: #; he's been longer than he'd intended again, but it was just about his favorite method of surveying out toward the west without getting sucked in by all the forests for days at a time. soon he'd have to report on the small campsite of young humans that had just set up a fire outside the edge of the outer forest. he's been watching them for quite some time from up here, but when the fire had gone down and nothing but smoke thickened the air and they'd packed their things, he allowed himself a moment of time to breathe away the subtle distaste left in his mouth. when kaleb appears at the edge of his vision, and then fully in the entire frame of the window, he thinks he's just way too good at climbing through windows. ) oh, too bad. #; he quirked an eyebrow, and scrubbed his tired face with the water he'd brought with him from yellowlake from his collapsible water container and let's it soothe his skin, sigh out the endings of tense nerves before looking back at kaleb, his embarrassment still lingering in the soft redness in his cheeks. )  

KB: ( ; casey could just look at him and he’d be just as happy; biting the edge of his lip to stifle his grin. but boy, did he miss hearing his voice. ) missed ya, too, case. ( ; he playfully rolls his eyes. even as he watches the wolf wash his face, up here in mountain ranges and just off the safety of their territory, he thinks it’s so disgustingly domestic. how is it possible to not ever get bored whenever casey was around? it’s not like he’s not gone some days to hunt. but it hits differently when he’s out surveying and doesn’t even smell the theta from a reasonable distance. noticing the dash of pink on the wolf’s cheeks make him look off passed his shoulders. he hops off the window frame inspect the interior decor. it must be far too obvious that he stares at casey whenever he gets the chance anyway. ) so what’s got your attention? haven’t seen you in a while. ( ; flicking an unused glass mug, beige-colored with brown rims, he recalls the stall he swiped it from; hearing the small echo as he moves on. ) 

CY: #; casey pushes wet hands through his hair to effectively get rid of the moisture while still being resourceful and shakes it free with his palms. his bangs lay on one side of his face, naturally longer on one side and he watches kaleb have his fun toying with things around him. he wonders if he knows the fondness he has for that mug, that being the third, maybe even fourth time he's picked it up to inspect it.--something to do with his hands, a guess that has casey's eyes forming half moons in his face, tongue in cheek. ) mm, #; he grumbles a bit, eyes shifting off as he tried to find all the words to say about the campers, he'd have to write in his report later on, but his face visibly tires and his lips purse around his teeth. if kaleb hadn't sensed anything on his way up here, maybe it was a waste to even keep his eyes open right now after having watched them for so long. Instead of saying anything at all, he chooses to find comfort instead, putting his legs up against the very tiny workspace desk and sink back into his chair. he shifts only once to uncross his ankles and thumb the tight vice his belt was putting against his dick before crossing his arms and allowing himself a relaxed sigh in kaleb's presence. )   

KB: ( ; there’s less familiarity in the view than he would like. it’s still daylight, the horizon as clear as ever, but he’s not seeing himself here. not really. the desk, the shelves, the window pane, and the floorboards all look foreign to him. but then he looks at casey, as quiet as ever, tired but more relaxed than when he came in. and it’s as if the color returned to his bleak painting of the unknown. he smiles unconsciously, and he has to stop himself from grinning too brightly when he realizes it. sauntering over to the desk, he then hops onto the edge right beside the wolf’s feet; slightly hitting it, if only to let casey know that he’s there. ) ain’t it a lil… ( ; voice lower than usual, he can’t help but let his fingers ghost over the theta’s leg. he soon reaches his knee and leans forward; putting a bit more pressure as he wraps around casey’s thigh. ) borin’ up here, alone? 

CY: #; his eyes are closed by the time kaleb makes his way to the desk, the sees darkness and a tint of red behind his eyelids from the sunlight peeking in from the window, but it works, it's enough to sooth the tiredness underneath. his eyebrows are still pinched tight from the words swimming in his head, and the lack of mental clarity that always seemed to flood him. when his leg is hit, he shifts just barely, tongue drawing over chapping lips and tasting river water, he'd hum in slight irritancy, but he peeks his eyes open just barely as kaleb's voice reaches him and fills the tight space. he doesn't mind the touch on his leg, isn't hyperaware of it, but it eases the notch in his brow slightly, but the way they travel from his knee to his thigh makes him breathe out a satisfied end of a laugh. the grasp of his thigh makes his dick leap in appreciation however his laugh melting into a soft unexpected gasp, and he lazily swats at their intrusion. ) 

KB: ( ; if anything were true on earth, it’d be just how expressive casey was whether he knew it or not. he’s too used to words and a voice that told him someone’s state of mind. but it’s casey, and he cares enough to pay more attention—actually take a good look at the other when looking for answers. it’s a given how easily he looks at the theta, almost hyper focusing, just to assure that he’s catching the right things. he catches the exact moment casey gasps, so he delves deeper. now too close to, what he imagines is a neglected cock, he snickers at how little effort casey makes to actually stop him. ) you don’t really mean that, do you? ( ; it takes effort, it really does, to get his voice to slow down and pronounce every word like it’s meant to. palming the clothed cock, the sight of the wolf propels him to tarnish a face at such ease and calm. the pull of his own pants grows uncomfortable, so he stands now. fingers following his new height slowly drags the theta’s shirt up, only to ghost his fingers on his abdomen. ) 

CY: #; another well earned sigh slips from between casey's lips, the sound brimming with sleepiness and the soft clear sweetness of a moan. with how long he's been cooped up here, just having kaleb around for was enough to ease the endings of his nerves, eat away some of the silence and noisy thoughts in his head to want to sleep again. but now that kaleb was touching him, and rousing his aching cock, he began to crave it so easily too, just as he did slumber and so he let him.  casey lets him until he could feel the entire weight of his cock strain his jeans, and fingers dance along his abdomen, shadowing his rib cage. it's then that he take's kaleb's hand and stands too-- proximity so close, they could share only a kiss in that space between them, not even a sound could escape. but he leaves the space as quickly as they had entered it, and leads him to the bed against the wall to sit. he stares at kaleb with the same sleepy eyes, half mast, warm honey in his gaze and presses his face against his hand, feeling the grooves and callous of fingertips against his skin as he presses gentle, lingering kisses along their length.  it's then that his eyes flutter shut and he's taking three into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around knuckle as he sucks gently then harder, letting his canine's drag against flesh and spittle slip down the swell of his lips until the suckle is languid and his drowsy expression stares back up at him in expectation. ) 

KB: ( ; all of him just wants to take, and take, and take. the look in the theta’s eyes make him hit pause on whatever he even thinks of doing, because how could he get casey’s attention like that? his fingers go slack, as does his entire system, when they’re so close. and perhaps he’s just the greedy type. swallowing his power away, he’s led to the bed thoroughly used—if the intensity of citrus sweetness had anything to say for it—practically awash with the desire for those lips on his. the sight of him, who he thinks never has a bad angle, motions for him to sit and he’s pliant. would this have happened anywhere else, he wonders. with eyes so hyper focused on those very lips on his fingers, warmth and wetness both there and below, his free hand brushes back dirty blond locks and holds; his own tongue wetting dry lips. leaning closer, he prods casey’s head higher; letting his fingers go free and feeling the coldness of air hit it. ) gonna be good for me, angel? you’re so, so pretty. ( ; with how he feels his heart in his ears, it’s curious how he’s calmer than his wants. moving his hand down to the nape of casey’s neck, he’s pulled into a breathless kiss; aggressive in the way his teeth sharpen at the edges against the wolf’s plush lips. letting himself fall backwards, taking the theta with him, he flips them over vigorously; making quick work of the wolf’s jeans—as well as his own—without separating. ) 

CY: #; excitement and nerves thrum through him at simply doing what his body desired as it rolled into him, just like that, especially at how kaleb complied to his whims and yet as casey watched him, he could still see that hungry look still prominent in his cerise hues. He felt the way those eyes sunk into him in each passing second, even as fingers were pulled from his mouth with a slick wet sound that made him feel accomplished and dirty at the same time. ) ..#; he mouthed out a yes, feeling breathy and empty, letting himself press into the hand that supported him, comforted him and simultaneously made him vulnerable to judgement. but the words that reach his ears are calm, carefully measured, and force shuddery breaths out his nose as his cock began to drool and he wanted nothing more than to hear him growl into his ear.  casey whimpers into the kiss that further steals his breath away, skating the tip of  his tongue across the roof of kaleb's mouth, along the curve of tongue while his teeth sought purchase against that bottom lip to bruise them and lap at blood that transfers between them and subtly paint their lips cherry red. casey can barely think at all like this, hands yanking to pull his t-shirt out of the way so he can get better access to his belt to help kaleb take it off, relieve some of the building pressure that was slowly driving him insane. his belt clangs against his rings noisily and has to pull away from the eagerness of kaleb's mouth to lift his hips and yank down his jeans and briefs with a sigh, splaying ruby kisses along the others mouth and jawline. his eyes fell shut as he palmed over his heavy cock, giving it a stroke of his own, the dusky head glistening with pre as he gave it a subtle squeeze. )  

KB: ( ; there’s no hesitation in his movements as articles of clothing practically cease to exist any longer. casey’s comes off first, then his own shirt, and he’s quick to smirk at the sight; basking in the very beauty of it as he takes his palms against the wolf’s front. still tasting the blood on his lips, he always swoons. but playfully, he rubs at his dark orbs before twisting and pulling at them—the desire for casey’s every reaction ruling his senses. he leans into his ear, licking and nipping at the edges, before speaking lowly. ) how bad do you want it? ( ; after taking deep, rough breaths, he trails small nips down the theta’s jaw. it transforms into the lightest, ghost of a tongue trail down the wolf’s torso; knowing how cold his breathing is against the wetting skin. it seems cruel, but he stops right before he reaches the theta’s cock; already leaking and needing attention he won’t give. his own feels neglected; twitching against the restriction he’s failed to release himself off. so he rises for a moment, only to take his own precious time to strip, and he really makes a show of it. unable to look away from the wolf at this point, he discards the rest of his clothing—leaving himself bare and vulnerable. groaning at the touch, the desperately needed friction, as he grinds down on casey, before he pulls back again; if only to spread and push the other’s legs up. ) you gonna watch me, angel? don’t take your eyes off me. ( ; licking the fingers casey sucked on earlier, he circled the rim with his index finger as he watches the theta’s every movement and change of facial expression. is it greedy of him? he just wants to see it all. pushing each finger into him feels far too easy—and he thinks that’s the biggest compliment he’s ever gotten—while he massages the inside of casey’s thigh; coaxing every soft moan out of him. )

[uy8hg]

Plus One

I very much like the little brother au going on, so here’s a thing.

The crew goes on a mission to steal Jeremy’s old friend Matt from a rival gang, but they pick up another person, who may or may not have his own ties to some crew members.

Word Count: 3157

I also have an AO3, now! I’ll be posting my fics on there soon, so you can follow me there too if you want.

Geoff wasn’t expecting much from this deal. Jeremy had briefed them all on the plan, as this was his idea. If they weren’t trying to pull the façade that this was a real deal, Jeremy would be the one here.

Jeremy had regaled them only too often with stories of his and Matt’s adventures before he joined the crew. Once or twice he’d mentioned another guy, when they called themselves The Stream Team, but mostly it was just the two of them. When Jeremy saw the news clip of this small crew doing a job, he’d jumped out of his chair. Michael had needed to tackle the shorter lad on his attempts to leave just to get him to explain the whole situation.

After a series of rough jobs, Matt and Jeremy had gotten separated. The two had never quite managed to find each other again, and then they had picked up Jeremy. Once or twice, Gavin had tried to find Matt, but with no success. Jeremy had warned them that Matt was also a bit of hacker. Gavin wasn’t too happy about that, and tripled his effort. Somehow, they had never found him, until they saw that news clip.

Jeremy insisted they bust Matt out of that crew. Together, they’d all cooked up a plan to get Jeremy’s friend back. Geoff wasn’t too happy that he had to do most of the talking, but he would do anything for Lil’ J. Plus, if he didn’t, he’d never hear the end of it.

They arrived at the warehouse first, which wasn’t exactly to Geoff’s liking. He wasn’t too fond of walking into empty places, but it beat walking into a setup. At least they had picked the place.

Gavin gave him and Ryan a salute before running off to his post, sniper slung over his shoulder. Ryan pulled on him mask, going from creepy in just his face paint to downright nightmare inducing. Geoff never fully got used to that mask, always a little unsettled by its appearance, but one look at the man’s eyes told him it was still his Ryan inside there.

The two of them walked in. The table and chairs were set up just like Gavin had said they were over the comms. Geoff took one, Ryan stationing himself behind his left shoulder. The two immediately went into business mode, knowing any second the other crew could walk in.

Sure enough, it hadn’t been a full minute before the other side walked in. There were three of them, like they’d suspected. The boss was there, of course, so Geoff could make the deal. Matt fell in step behind him, with another guy he couldn’t quite see yet bringing up the rear. Ryan adjusted himself to stand taller, and Geoff just smirked. These guys didn’t know what they were signing themselves up for.

“Deaton,” Geoff started. The boss nodded, muttered out a “Ramsey,” and approached the chair. As he sat down, the two guards flanked him. He kept his eye on Matt, who looked like he didn’t really want to be here. He didn’t blame the kid. They had a reputation. The kid was wearing an old red hoodie and had headphones around his neck. His hear was streaked a vibrant light blue, and overall he looked like any other teenager, except he was holding a rather impressive firearm.

As he was pondering this, Ryan tensed behind him. It was slight, not enough for anyone other than people who knew him well to notice. Geoff stopped himself from turning around, but he took mental note to ask him later. Ryan readjusted behind him as he began his spiel.

“Look. I’ll get right to it. We don’t want weapons, or money, or anything like that,” Geoff began, and the man across from him sat up.

“What do you mean? That was our deal!”

Geoff shrugged. “Changed my mind. But I do still want something.”

Deaton’s tone shifted dangerously as he shot back, “Oh?”

Geoff pointed one finger at Matt, who was trying his best to look anywhere but Geoff.

“Axial?” Deaton growled. “Not happening.”

“Well that’s too bad, because I intend to leave here with him.” Ryan shifted behind Geoff again, and Geoff had to keep his gaze straight ahead. Ryan wasn’t normally this fidgety, especially not during a deal.

“The only way I see that happening is by him carrying your body.”

Geoff actually laughed genuinely. “Are you threatening me?”

Deaton immediately recognized his mistake. “Uhm, no, not at all, Ramsey.”

“Weird, because it sounded like you were. So, you’re going to let us have him now, right?”

Deaton looked back at Matt for the first time, who in turn looked at the other bodyguard. Geoff’s gaze finally travelled to the third man. He was taller than Matt, and skinny as a twig. He was wearing a dark pinstripe vest over a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His fingerless gloves were partially hiding bruised knuckles, and he had shades pushed up on his head. Another guy who looked like a teenager with a weapon.

When Matt looked over, Ryan fidgeted once again, bigger this time, but still hardly noticeable. Something was up with Ryan, and Geoff had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with this other guy.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Axial’s all yours,” Deaton was rushing to fix his error, but Geoff butted in again.

“You know what? My offer just changed.”

“What?” Deaton was panicking now. Matt looked like he was about to explode, and the mystery guy just looked confused.

Geoff relished in pointing a single finger at the third guy. “I want him too.”

Ryan froze behind him, and the other guy probably mirrored the expression Ryan had underneath his mask. Geoff enjoyed the utter chaos the deal was devolving into.

“I can’t. Not Zed, too.” His voiced was laced with desperation, standing now as if he could run away from this whole mess.

Geoff shrugged. “Do you want our Golden Boy to convince you?” He could hear Gavin give a quick laugh over the comms as Deaton got even more flustered, searching the room.

“No. He’s not . . . I can’t give them both . . .”

Geoff made the choice for the poor man. “Yeah you can. Do it, Golden Boy.”

A single shot, straight through the skull. Matt and the other guy, Zed, both jumped back at the shot. Deaton dropped. Geoff let out a huge sigh upon standing, as if this whole mess was much more hassle than it actually was. Deaton was much more annoying than he’d predicted, so he didn’t feel too bad about using their worst case scenario setup. “Alright. Let’s get you two home.”

As he turned, he caught Ryan’s eye. There was some emotion there that he couldn’t quite place. Either way, it was gone in a flash as Ryan went to herd the other two, still having to be the Vagabond until they got back to the penthouse.

Gavin met them outside and they all piled into the jeep. They just barely managed to fit, Gavin squeezed in between the two new recruits but he didn’t seem to care. He just kept talking the ears off the two, who had matching looks of confusion and dread. Ryan was stiff beside him, gaze locked out the window. Geoff kept his attention on the road, but there was definitely something up with Ryan.

 Jeremy basically tackled Matt the second he got in the penthouse. Geoff had texted Jeremy that they were arriving, as if Jeremy hadn’t been looking out the window waiting for the past half hour. Matt was the first in, and also the one to get tackle-hugged. Jeremy could hear the other three pass them by and head to the living room, but he cared about no one other than Matt right now.

“Matt!” Jeremy cried, face very much buried in the other’s shoulder.

“Wha- Jeremy?” Matt exclaimed, and Jeremy could feel him tentatively wrap his arms around him. He squeezed harder until he heard the other guy squeak. “Hey, man, you’re gonna break me!”

“I’m so happy we found you!” Jeremy gushed, pulling himself back to examine Matt from an arm’s length away. Matt was wearing something similar to what he always used to: A ratty red hoodie covered a worn out graphic tee, headphones around his neck. The blue streaks in his hair were new, though, still bright as if they’d only been there a few days. Jeremy wished he still had colorful hair, but he’d let it grow out recently. “We tried so hard to find you!”

Matt seemed taken aback. “So, wait, what? The point of that deal, or whatever it was, was actually me? That went according to plan?”

Jeremy nodded enthusiastically. “All for you.”

“But then . . . what about Trevor?”

Jeremy froze and blinked up at his friend. “Trevor? As in, that Trevor? Our Trevor? What about him?”

Matt nodded. “Our Trevor. He was in the crew with me. He was Deaton’s other bodyguard for the deal and Geoff just brought him along. Did you plan for that?”

Jeremy dropped his grip on Matt’s arms, which had tightened when he’d heard Trevor’s name. “No, we didn’t know. We had hardly any information on your crew. Wonder why Geoff brought him along.”

Matt shrugged. “Did he know about The Stream Team?”

“Yeah, I’d mentioned it a few times, but mostly about you. I doubt he remembered Trevor’s name, let alone knew who he was at the deal.”

“Weird,” Matt agreed. The door chose that moment to open, causing both guys to shift their attention. Ryan slammed the door behind himself and let out a long sigh before noticing the two.

“Hey,” he rasped, and his voice was harder than usual, “Did we get the right guy?”

Jeremy chuckled. “No, this is some random guy. Never seen him before in my life,” he joked and threw an arm around Matt, who immediately pushed it off. Ryan didn’t laugh, but nodded as he pushed off of the door. He still had his mask on, so Jeremy couldn’t quite read his expression.

“Glad to hear it,” he said calmly before disappearing down the hall. The two heard a door open and shut, probably the bathroom.

It was weird Ryan hadn’t taken his mask off. Normally it was the first thing off when they got back. Something about Ryan’s behavior was striking him as odd. He tried to shrug it off, figured it was just for the new people they’d brought back. Jeremy guessed he’d gone to wash of the paint, trying not to scare the new guys. Or at least, that’s what Jeremy hoped.

“That’s the Vagabond,” Matt stated hesitantly, still watching the hallway Ryan had disappeared down. Jeremy slung his arm back over his friend and nodded.

“Yep! He’s intimidating at first, sure, but I promise he’s a teddy bear. You’ll see.”

Matt didn’t seem so sure, but he allowed Jeremy to drag him off toward the living room. He had a crew for Jeremy to introduce him to.

 Ramsey had told Trevor to sit on the couch, so that’s what he did. A woman wearing the world’s most parrot-covered Hawaiian shirt soon draped a blanket over his shoulders, which Trevor took hesitantly. He honestly no clue what had happened in the last hour, but he figured he just had to roll with it. One minute he’s randomly assigned to guard the boss on a deal, the next he’s being welcomed into the penthouse of the Fake AH Crew. He felt nervous, the guns he’d been given to bodyguard with stowed in the back of the Fake’s car. So, he just chose to sit. The Golden Boy flopped down on the other couch and immediately pulled out his phone, not caring at all about Trevor.

The woman, who he recognized as Pattillo, Ramsey’s right hand woman, had turned on the TV, which was showing a photo from earlier on the news. The deal hadn’t been that big, nothing to draw attention, but apparently any sighting of the Fakes made the news. Trevor didn’t understand how they got a shot of their group, but there it was in front of him.

Ramsey was the closest to the car, calling at the Golden Boy, who had just appeared from whatever sniping point he’d had. The Vagabond was further back, a hand each on Matt and his’ shoulders. Trevor was looking away at the ground, while Matt was watching the two in front. Trevor remembered exactly what moment the photo had been taken at. He’d been trying to figure out what had happened, and he still didn’t quite know. Whatever it was, he was glad Matt was here, and apparently Jeremy too. He’d seen his old friend hugging Matt as they came in.

What he hadn’t noticed in the moment, but could clearly see now in the photo, was the Vagabond. The masked head was turned, not facing front like he would have guessed.

Instead, it was watching Trevor.

Trevor had only heard stories about the Vagabond before today, and he would have liked to keep it that way. When he first saw the Vagabond, he was immediately intimidated, and not just by the rumors. He looked like a guy who could mess you up, and Trevor didn’t want to test him. He’d complied when the Vagabond escorted them, scared to anger the blue eyes that were the only indication an actual human was behind the mask.

He was suddenly very glad he hadn’t turned around on his way to the car. But he did wonder why the Vagabond had been looking at him.

“Who’s this?” A voice behind him asked, and Trevor turned to see Mogar approaching the kitchen. Ramsey shrugged, pouring himself a glass of some form of alcohol.

“Deaton’s other guard. Brought him along. Deaton didn’t need him anymore.”

“But why bring him here? We know nothing about him.” Trevor wanted to say something to defend himself, tell them he knew Matt and Jeremy, but Ramsey suddenly met his eyes.

“I had a feeling we might want him. Call it a hunch.” Trevor met his eyes, trying to figure out what that meant, until Ramsey looked back at Mogar. “Plus you can’t just leave him. He might get revenge ideas.”

Mogar shrugged and came over to the other couch. He sat directly on the Golden Boy’s legs, which got a squawk out of the other man. He half nodded at Trevor from his weird perch. “Sup.” Trevor gave him a half smile before looking away.

What the heck was happening?

His salvation from awkwardness came in the form of Jeremy escorting Matt into the living room. “So this is the living room. Make yourself at home.” Trevor turned, and he watched Jeremy’s eyes light up. “Trevor!”

Jeremy rushed over to give him a hug over the back of the couch. “Man, I didn’t know you were with Matt! This is great!”

“It sure is something,” Trevor laughed. Jeremy hopped the couch to sit next to Trevor, and Matt sat down on Jeremy’s other side. Jeremy pulled them both in by the shoulders.

“Stream Team, back together!” he called happily. Trevor couldn’t help but laugh, still a little in shock but feeling better that Jeremy was here. Even if he was in the middle of the Fake’s headquarters, Jeremy and Matt were here. He’d heard tales of a purple and orange clad member of the Fakes, but he hadn’t put two and two together to realize it was Jeremy.

The little stability he’d just found was shattered as one word came from behind him.

“Trevor?

Trevor froze, completely tense in an instant, and stared straight ahead. He recognized that voice, but it couldn’t be. It was lower, gruffer, and sound almost as if it had been crying. But there was no way. Trevor hadn’t heard that voice in years, there was no way he could be here.

Could it really-?

Jeremy let Trevor go and he turned, as slow as he could. He was scared to see, scared to know the truth. He didn’t know what he’d do if it wasn’t him. He didn’t know what he’d do if it was.

Trevor slowly lifted his gaze. First he saw a horrible pair of black shoes, then a pair of dark and loose jeans. There was the jacket, black, blue, and silver identifying the Vagabond. He didn’t want to look up those last few inches, but he had to. He could see the Vagabond’s chest rising and falling visibly, as if he was terrified too. He had to do it. He had to look.

The Vagabond was still wearing the mask. Trevor could only look at his eyes as the Vagabond let out an almost painful sigh.

“It is you. Trevor.”

That was the voice. The voice Trevor remember from his childhood, the one he had so desperately wanted to hear again. It was coming from the Vagabond.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. In a desperate and almost violent move, the Vagabond ripped his mask off.

Feelings Trevor hadn’t felt in a long time came rushing back as he looked at the Vagabond’s face. It was older, obviously, and had several smears of face paint still on it, but it was definitely him.

It was Ryan.

Trevor stood up, letting the blanket fall off his shoulders. He didn’t break eye contact with Ryan as the two ran to each other and embraced. The whole crew was probably staring at them, but Trevor didn’t care. He had his brother back. After so many years, several foster homes, and who knew how many crews, somehow Trevor had managed to find Ryan again. Or, rather, Ryan had found him. He’d been watching him from afar, seeing the Vagabond on the news for years, without even realizing it. But now, his brother was in his arms again.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long. I couldn’t find you again.” Ryan was crying, Trevor could hear it, and he realized he was as well.

“That’s okay. I’m here now,” Trevor mumbled into his brother’s shoulder.

“I don’t know how this worked out, but I’m so glad it did,” Ryan told him, and Trevor just nodded.

“Does anyone else know what’s going on?” a British voice asked from behind Trevor, and Trevor barked out a laugh through his tears. Honestly, he still didn’t know, but one thing was for sure. Somehow, by some miracle, he was in his brother’s arms again.

Ryan pulled back, ruffling Trevor’s hair like he had when they were kids. Trevor laughed and leaned against Ryan as the two of them faced the crew.

“Guys,” Ryan started, voice still a little emotional, “this is my half-brother, Trevor.”

Ryan pulled him in closer as Trevor corrected him, “Nothing half about it but blood.”

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ALL OF EM. "DONT BE A PUSSY," CHRISSY.

CHRISSY REALLY LIKES TO SALT || NOT ACCEPTING

INHALES

I BET YOU THOUGHT I WOULD PUSSY OUT DIDN’T YOU????

also @hiunmei, @fiiresouled, @sombrc, @starmarkcd, @heartoire

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Answered!

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Answered!

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Answered, basically Chrissy doesn’t remember, but chances are likely she did.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Answered, but last time I wasn’t allowed to say a.mourshipping and guess what, I’m slapping this down here. I mean I’ve gone at length already about why I don’t like that ship that I’m starting to sound like a broken record about it so I’m just saying, I just dislike it when people try to obnoxiously shipbait and don’t have the balls to commit to it.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Not with Pokemon specifically, but I generally don’t care for a lot of ships in Pokemon since either a) there are so many characters I just feel meh about so why would I care if they were in a ship and b) most of the characters are too young for me to really ship. 

Though I’ll admit I’ve become really lukewarm about p.reciousmetalshipping the more I’m exposed to it. 

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

@starmarkcd & @gxldenstreak have actually made me come around on Crys/Gold since I’m one of those curmudgeons who 9/10 dislikes it whenever the sole female character in a group ends up having to be shipped with the main male lead just because she’s the girl and therefore has to be a love interest. This same philosophy applies to why it makes it really hard for me to ship ariana/giovanni.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

I haven’t reached the point where I can’t stand him or anything since Guzma has really great character development and was just a huge surprise all around when I was expecting a shallow comic relief character, but damn was I really close to just hating the character at one point thanks to fandom being really obnoxious about him.

Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Not really. I’ve been on tumblr since 2010 and I’ve yet to ping on anyone’s radar that they thought to send me anon hate. Though I’ve been put on a call out post/call out blog before so I suppose that counts? Still, why won’t anyone hate me that intensely to just come into my inbox? I’ve been waiting for the day to get some real anon hate. It’ll just be such a huge tumblr milestone for me.

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Answered, I believe. But Cilan. Cilan. Cilan. HE IS SO USELESS AND ANNOYING. I just remember how ridiculously happy I was when he and Iris were literally shoved onto a subway and sent away. It was like the show runners realized how disliked those two were and just gave us that moment “SEE? SEE! THEY’RE GONE!” since literally asides from Brock&Misty in Johto arc, none of the other companions got a goodbye scene and especially not one that was as dismissive and insulting as the one Cilan and Iris got. 

Literally said “Good bye, worst companions ever.” when the subway doors closed.

Most disliked arc? Why?

FRICKIN BLACK AND WHITE. ALL OF IT. I get so frickin angry at how badly Ash regressed when he was amazing during Sinnoh. THERE WAS LITERALLY AN ENTIRE SEASON OF FILLER. Like yes, Pokemon’s really just filler, but at least there was always just an overarching story with Ash winning badges to fight in the region’s league and his female companion competing in some dumb beauty pageant alongside him. But literally. This season had no plot since it came after Ash getting his ass handed to him in the unova league. He and his companions were fucking travelling around on a ferry and stopping at random islands for no damn reason at all.  

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Nah, which I find kind of surprising since I generally tend to like characters most of fandom will dislike. There probably IS a character, I just don’t remember them at the moment.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I suppose the SuMo anime right now is a bit unpopular since people can’t get over the anime style changes and general tone shift from XYZ, but I actually really love it for the cuteness and the fact that Ash is such a pure soul in it.

Also I know people didn’t like the XY games since they were really shallow and I understand why since… well it followed the BW games. But I was fortunate enough to pick up the games only a few months before the SuMo games so I never had go through the long wait and ultimate disappointment with the games, but it’s kinda cute and the music’s not bad.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

I think I’ve seen this sentiment thrown around a bit so I don’t think it’s that unpopular, but I really think Brock should have been written out of the show long before Sinnoh. He was just kind of… there and nonexistent and pointless. He kinda went through all of his character development with the original trio and really should have just left with Misty. Especially since that running gag of him falling for every hot girl was SO. OLD. by then.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Hey fandom? Stop taking game mechanics so frickin literally. Thanks, Chrissy.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

Look, I love Pokespe. I seriously do. It was a series that had the challenge of taking completely new characters for every arc and having to expand them into something that’s original and not boring or repetitive. I ESPECIALLY love what they did with Giovanni. 

But at the same time???? Holy fuck does Pokespe read like bad fanfiction 99% of the time. Lance taking all three legendary books and mooshing them into one was just… not good. 

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

I mean I would go back and rewrite the entire god damn Black and White arc so that a) Ash wasn’t so damn fucking incompetent and completely forgot how to be a pokemon trainer B) Cilan never existed C) Iris being an actual gym trainer and eventual champion etc etc. 

ALSO REMOVING VINCENT AND INSERTING SILVER. GOD DAMN IT.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

So here’s the thing that always kinda baffled me about Serena is that while true, she’s a blank slate character you do have something of a personality for her when she ends up being the rival if you happen to choose Caelum as your avatar. She’s a girl who’s actually a pretty stronger trainer and who progressively gets frustrated and insecure about having some new kid on the block come along and beat her at every battle. That would have been an amazing story to see on screen. 

And just like the really, really aggravating thing about Serena in the show is just… a character like her already existed in the games. It was frickin Shauna. SHE was the potential LI in the game who was interested in cute stuff and videos and fashion and wasn’t a good trainer, but stuck around with the team since she cared so much about her friends. Soooo… would have put Shauna in Serena’s role if I had that choice.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

CONTRARY TO HOW IT MAY SEEM ON THIS BLOG. 

I do not actually care all that much for shipping. I have the one ship, MAYBE two for each character and that’s it. Heck, I never intended on shipping on Giovanni until a certain devil child came along and ruined everything. So when I in particular don’t ship something popular, it usually just means I’m not invested. Plain and simple. 

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Instead of one thing, you get a list: the frickin entitlement. The guilt tripping. Drama that friggin lasts for weeks. People who can’t leave other people alone. People who use mental illness as an excuse for acting like a terrible person. The vagueblogging. FRICKIN POLITICS THAT SHOULD BE KEPT TO PERSONALS. People not tagging shit. The constant call out posts over NOTHING. The “If you’re not with me, you’re against me” mindset – hi, I’m here for RP and dumb memes and 9/10 I probably agree with your sentiment, but I’m not fucking here on my pokemon blog for that shit.

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Moon/Lillie are the cutest thing to have ever happened and while I don’t really ship it since yanno, they’re ten, they are so pure and sweet that just thinking about them washes a lot of my salt away.

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

They’re dangeorus. As in. I’ve deffo done the thing where it starts off as a crack ship and then becomes a legit ship. It’s like playing with fire and then you have people on the dash who are just “wait, what – ??” when they see you legit shipping it.

Popular character you hate?

Look, if you’ve been following me for this long and don’t know the answer to this then please leave.

Unpopular character you love?

Okay, so I guess Ash sorta counts as an unpopular character on the game side of the fandom since people can’t get over the fact that the anime and the games are separate universes. So I constantly get to see my son be dragged for not being Red or for taking the role of their self-insert character even though I bet dollars to donuts that they’d probably whine that their self-insert character didn’t jive with whatever personal headcanons they came up with or what not. 

Listen, just let the boy exist in the anime and ignore it if you don’t like it. The show’s cute, it’s bright and colourful and sometimes really well animated. And hey, guess what sometimes the show is better than the games with their interpretations of mechanics. I love the fact that the legendaries feel like legendaries and not some extra strong pokemon you have to try a lil harder to catch. That and a bunch of other lil things. Just let me sit here and love my son.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

Yes. I’ve actually recommended pokemon to friends repeatedly, even dragged them into streams to watch either the anime or even LPs for the games.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

WELL FRIEND. I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT ASH TOTALLY WON THE KALOS LEAGUE.

Most shippable character?

idk. given how ash has been paired with every character under the sun, including frickin sammy oak, I guess him? I mean the frickin fandom’s currently caught up in ship wars with him in the middle. ASH FUCKING KETCHUM. Mister Oblivious to Romance and Girls.

Least shippable character?

Cilan. 

Get him out of my face. 

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For no reason out of nowhere, I’m gonna ramble headcanons/how to combine the dub and sub into a better dub ideas for the second digimon movie, Hurricane Touchdown! Aka the one that was awkwardly stitched on as part of the first movie in english, aka ‘that one where lopmon is fuckin terrifying and also american’ (oh and I know its a nitpick, but to me it makes sense to call it the second movie instead of the third?? the greymon/parrotmon fight bit wasnt a ‘movie’, it was the pilot episode for Adventure in japan. its more like an ova I think, but i dunno if the company ever gave it an official status in the movie listings...)

ANYWAY WHATEVER WHERE WAS I oh yeah Bunni Really Liked This Dumb Movie And Wished It Was Its Own Season And Kinda Wants To Make A Dumb Rpgmaker Game Of It So, ideas!

* Well... couldnt it have worked as its own season...? One of the only flaws I can agree was a significant problem was that ‘willis steals the spotlight’, tho i dont really think thats totally bad since I liked him a lot more than the 02 protagonists. But yeah, honestly you could kinda have the same movie if all the 02 characters were written out, or if Willis met with literally any group of digidestined from any series, or even completely new ones. The dub made it worse by writing out all of the scenes with the Adventure digidestined, thus writing out the 02 kids’s entire motivation for the whole plot :P And i think honestly this plot could have been a whole season if it was stretched out, and if it had original characters replacing the 02 ones. It would be unique and odd to have our protagonist be a super loner sassy asshole tamer who outright refuses to team up with anyone, fearing they’d just get vanished away by this giant terrifying digimon that’s stalking him. If the backstory was revealed slowly throughout the season it could be a very good mystery to keep us all hooked! And if there were more scenes about the other kids breaking past willis’s shell and becoming a team, rather than just ‘davis cries a joke, suddenly everything is over’. plus there’d naturally be stuff to pad out the season length if we had to be introduced to these characters and give them all their own amount of screentime and development. Or, seriously, if this was just like... a longer movie, or a mini season like Tri... Maybe we could have had the 02 kids in it and not had them feel overshadowed and useless? Maybe everyone aside from Davis could get some screentime too :P

* Maybe it could be an excuse to show off all the armor and jogress digivolutions that this series canonically has yet never used? I think it was budget constraints or not enough time in the season or something, but there was a HUGE amount of unused designs for every potential combination of crests! And all they ever got was to be trading cards and occasionally enemies in miscellanous videogames. (Oh and Lynxmon got to be an enemy in Tamers and Frontier, probably cos its the one that looks coolest animated lol!) Oh and it was odd how Cyber Sleuth seemed to retcon some previously-unrelated digimon into the Imperialdramon of Silphymon. Now Valkyrmon is something Silphymon can digivolve into, and shares the same character model even. Odd! But man it would be cool if it did get officially added to the 02 version of the evo line!

* Potential for giving Yolei and Cody a bigger plot role in the whole thing, maybe Yolei is trying to research into the mystery digimon cos she’s the computer expert? they almost never let her actually do computer stuff compared to how much izzy got to do in the first season :P It could also help thread the plot together a bit! Like, have various scenes of the different kids finding out that the Adventure kids have gone missing in different ways- Yolei could be freaking out cos she cant contact izzy, maybe Cody had a study session with joe and arrived to find his entire house empty.  And maybe have a lil plot of Yolei being like ‘oh god how can we do this without izzy’ and being able to prove herself and gain confidence instead of just living in his shadow. Also she’d just be useful in finding out stuff about mysterious dissappearances that happened in the past, via the internet, and maybe the gang could encounter willis in less of an accidental way and more like they were actively trying to track down wendigomon and THEN bump into him by accident? I dunno, just make them actually DO more. Do more to save their own damn friends. Not just the willis and davis road trip show where davis only exists to tell willis how to do various digivolution stuff :P

* I feel bad that my brain kinda defaults to calling him Willis, even though I still have no clue why they changed it from Wallace. ‘Hey this american name could be a different american name!’ I think its just stuck in my head cos i watched the dub version so much... So lol I dunno, smash them both into canon! Make him wallace but kokomon calls him willis since they’re this child-minded monster thing. (Could also keep calling terriermon gummymon and maybe even mistake the 02 kids for various people wallace used to know as a kid?)

* Dub-added stuff to keep and to toss out! I like the idea of Willis being the person izzy talked to on the internet in the previous movie. I dont like the idea that he somehow created diaboromon! You could write that out and still keep the scene, maybe even still have willis saying ‘its all my fault’ because he’s just recently lost his digimon partner to a mysterious virus and he thinks maybe the same thing is happening here/that kokomon is causing the chaos rather than diaboromon. Oh, and I like the idea of it being stated to be a virus corrupting a digimon, rather than just being... never explained wtf happened. A virus that’s the remnants of diaboromon would even make sense, though the continuity order in the dub kinda makes it impossible. (SO MANY PLOT HOLES lol)

* PLAYABLE FLASHBACKS YO and/or maybe an omake type epilogue thing after the ending like srsly give us a chance to play as willis with both his digimon and how not dead and not evil they are An epilogue would be good as a way to add some more fanon-y headcanons and ideas for what happened after kokomon came back. (or if he even did) I feel like a lot of people complain that the dub ‘changed too much’ by confirming that kokomon came back, and that somehow a happy ending is worse than an ambiguous bittersweet one. Which we didnt even have in the first place cos we saw kokomon’s digiegg in the sub anyway, even if we didnt see it hatching. BUT ANYWAY My idea for keeping that bittersweet element even if we have Happy Kokomon Is Alive Time! Its.... the dub! Or rather taking literally something that was actually just a shameless footage-chopping lazyness XD Cos the dub just showed kokomon in endigomon form in the added scene where he totally came back. Making it rather obvious even to kid-bunni that it was a dub edit, lol! BUT WHAT IF THAT! What if the bittersweet aspect is that kokomon is forever changed by the whole experience? Still having aftereffects of being corrupted, even though he isnt evil anymore. So his evolution line is still a super scary virusized one and he’s stuck unable to de-digivolve from champion level. So we could have funny/cute/sad scenes of Willis trying to live with this very large very destructive digimon, kinda like that one episode of tamers. How do I hide a seven foot tall cyborg rabbit man from my mom?? And it could also be bittersweet because kokomon’s spent so long frozen at the time when he was taken away, and now he has to cope with his two best friends having grown up without him. He’s still this childlike personality stuck in a scary body, even if he’s not dangerous anymore. And it could be very stressful for everyone involved, but also heartwarming! I mean imagine giant scary kokomon being all shy and holding his tiny big brother’s hand while crossing the street! Imagine him hugging willis and squishing him! XD So it could just be a short epilogue episode of willis and partners fighting some sort of villain of the week, and showing slice-of-life antics with them. Just establishing that their problems arent all over yet, but also that they’ll probably be strong enough to deal with it, after all they’ve managed to survive so far. And maybe some cute mini scenes of them still keeping in touch with the 02 kids as pen pals! And maybe even something like an emotional scene of willis finally introducing his digimon partners to his parents, after failing at keeping them secret? Itd be nice to see his parents tbh, i always wondered what they were like! (or does he have a single mother? since he was only talking about her during the movie)

* Random but: personality headcanons for terriermon and lopmon/kokomon! We honestly dont really get much of a personality for terriermon in this movie, he just seems like a sort of generic nice cute partner compared to the Tamers terriermon’s snarky personality. And, naturally, we dont really learn anything about kokomon’s real personality, considering the circumstances :P So! Headcanons! I always headcanoned kokomon as being a really sweet, kind and shy lil babbu before all this tragedy happened. Someone who always relied on his brother and his human friend, so being separated from them hit him extra hard. I feel like if terriermon was the one who was infected he would have had his eldritch horror take a very different form, whatever the virus is its something that feeds on the personal anxieties of the digimon it infected. Also, yeah, it’d just be cuter this way in my hypothetical epilogue fanfic ideas! Scaredy-cat wendigomon!! :3 And I kinda feel that maybe terriermon could stand out more from tamers-terriermon if he wasnt just the more level-headed equivelant, but if he was MORE OF THAT! Like... a more grumpy loner matt-type personality. After all the tragedy that happened to him ans willis he’s become quite toughened and determined to protect his tamer even though he’s too small to make an impact against his giant infected brother. And maybe like how willis has stopped having human friends, terriermon has become more cold too, and they could perhaps have more conflicts together because of it? And like.. the reason terriermon never digivolved to champion could be because of this rift between them, rather than just ‘literally the only reason the 02 kids are here is so that they can tell willis how to use his digivice’. Like seriously HOW DID GUMMYMON DIGIVOLVE TO TERRIERMON THEN?? Plus it’d just have more dynamic to their friendship and flesh the story out more. It could prove how absolutely fire-forged their friendship is, that these two grumpy sassmasters that even sass at each other still care so deeply even if they suck at showing it. Also the idea of a badass tiny terriermon is just aweome to me. Imagine him with a cape flowing in the wind, and sunglasses at night, and then imagine someone who feels like that even when theyre not wearing them. Thats how movie-terriermon always felt to me during the scenes of him fighting wendigomon! And I cheered a whole load at him digivolving and being able to fight toe-to-toe with wendigomon in the BEST FIGHT SCENE IN THE SERIES with the running up walls and GUN PUNCH TO THE FACE and just EVERYTHINGGGG the animation in this movie was too strong

* have i mentioned that i love this movie

* a lot

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2016

My birthday 2016 Your wife decides to message me after going thru our Facebook messages and all hell broke loose. I found out you hadn’t moved, y’all were not separated, you only covered the tattoo because it was crooked, you felt sorry for me and you only replied to me for entertainment only. She claimed y’all were still fucking even tho you had told me y’all were not since November of 2015 😒 the next day I think I posted to Facebook but took it down and sent her all the pictures and videos you sent me.

Me:

And before I end my entertainment career these are for you

Her:

Date missing to support your picture...videos, ok! And seperation agreement was the same one we were about to sign, but didn't! He simply printed that from offline, in which anyone can..notice the date is handwritten...no official document would be handwritten

Me:

All that is from this year. One clearly states September 16 as in a few weeks ago.

But that's neither here nor there ✌🏾️

Her:

Exactly how do I know that, knowing how you operate! You've been working your ass off to split us up...clearly because you want him for yourself! You had your moments with him, but now I'm suppose to believe they're from this year...you have your way of cutting and pasting and setting up shit to display whatever it is you want to convince someone...so if you going to present something, present it with him in my face. Because this right here, especially your "in bed" picture won't do! Call me what you want! Difference between you and I, idgaf what you or anyone else think of me! I always do me based on whats best for me and mine! Put it this way, until he tell me he don't want me, or he don't love me no more..etc..WE aren't going anywhere. You were his joke, and somewhere down the line, if you finally and actually get over him...you'll see it! Until then, keep chasing what don't want you, while he chase me! For future reference don't want, what don't want you! It fucks you over, and it reveals your low self-esteem! Find someone else! This fish won't be biting the bait no mo!

Me:

Working my ass off to split y'all up? Cutting and pasting? Really? Is this what he tells you? O don't have that kind of time. I can clearly see he's been lying you and I both. Whether you choose to believe so. Those pictures of him are from this year. Some months ago some recent. But you know deep down He has been playing two sides of the fence. You know before I moved He was still coming to my apartment and fucking me if he wanted. You know that! You can call me the dumb desperate bitch all day long. And you can believe whatever you want. But will feed me bullshit and go to extravagant lengths to keep me around just like he does you. That why I can and have called his father to talk about what He and I have been doing. Just like you can. He is trying to live a double life through you and me. And I'm not about to continue to argue about it. You see what has been going on. There is no bait to bite. Like I told Him I'm done. I'm taking me and my children including MY son and we are leaving. I've done what the court has asked and that's to give him a 30 day notice. You know who and what a sick person you are dealing with. And if you chose to stay then you're just a dumb bitch like me. But that's your decision. I'm done!

Her:

Dumb bitch? A wife that stays loyal, takes care of home, make sure her husband is good good on many levels, can never be the dumb bitch! But a bitch chasing some married dick, can make important decisions to make sure her child has the best relationship with their dad, and doesn't put herself second to that, WILL ALWAYS be the dumb bitch! You are fighting for something that hasn't and wasn't yours to begin with, it was simply borrowed once upon a time! So lets not categorize enough to try to save me a seat in the dumb bitch section! We don't compare! The reason you have access to my father in law is simply because of his stepmom and the fact that you have your son! Sick? That would be you! No he doesn't tell me shit! Let me tell you something, if I'm the side bitch, first of all! I wouldn't be boasting about, I wouldn't be content with it, and I could care less about what his wife (the one you claim to dislike) knew about it in detail unless I was trying to break them up for my own gain! Soooo he's not telling me shit about what you want, he could care less! This is what I take from the shit you do, the way you act! The way you can't allow him to be a father because of the shit we have to say to one another! Only a bitter ass woman would pull the shit you pull! And would go to desperate lengths to try to get through to someone they dislike to try to prove some shit! You can call me whatever you want but make sure you tell anyone I'm a mother before EVERYTHING because we could break-up today or tomorrow, and he'll always have the same rights to his kids as if we were together! Its called being a woman!

Me:

You get your information from going thru his things. Because I don't post shit about what he and I do. I talked about it with him so he's either telling you or you're searching. Up until today I have NEVER come to you with shit about him unless you step to me first. I was content with the situation I was in and the lies he told that's why he went to extravagant length to lie harder. I would be content as a wife with a cheating lying husband either. You are NO BETTER than me or any other woman. You are too are BITTER and that's why YOU text my phone. YOU watched him out the window. YOU inbox me. YOU make post and shit about me. YOU do things a content wife shouldn't have to do and a comfortable and secure one would never do. And as far as MY child I'm going to do what's best for me and mine. And watching his father hug and kiss on his mother and then watch him do the same thing else where isn't it. ✌🏾️Now be the woman you claim to be and go on about your day.

Her:

No you make sure you go about your day..this time you came to me...I'm far from bitter...truth be told, you do whats best for you, not the child...if thats true, him kissing two different women in front of your son, when do you take a stand to say I'm going to make sure I don't allow him to kiss me, one because he's married, and two because him being in his fathers life is more important than me setting that example thats its ok for him to kiss both of his mothers in front of him...so don't throw these double negatives trying to teach me something...sad thing is, you don't know what the best decision is...thats why you hold onto him but don't allow your son to do the same...all of your reasons for him not having him is because of him, me, or you, never because he puts him in harms way, or he did some neglectful shit! You don't know how to seperate your insecurities, your own selfish desires, from whether or not he have a father in his life...at this point you don't have the right to complain about the fathers that don't want to be in their kids life..considering you don't have a legitimate reason to take your son away from his...you're just as much as an asshole as they are. You simply can't get over the fact that I haven't left Him...and you trying to get him to come fuck you is just to give yourself comfort when you admit to yourself that I have his heart..something you want! The fact that you were begging for his dick shows how desperate you are, shows he hasn't been giving you action, Just messages, and how you hope to mess up a good thing...he only entertain your bullshit because of your son.. Not cause he enjoyed fucking you, or want to be with you! You just don't want to stare reality in the face!

Me:

HE has 1 mother and you are not it

Her:

I disagree.. But whatever make you sleep

Bio and bonus mother

Me:

I am his biological and only mother

Her:

Whats understood don'tvhave to be explained! Thats my son too dammit!

Me:

You a motherfuckin lie

Her:

If you say so

Me:

That's my son my blood you dubbed him a maybe

Her:

The blood shed is the only difference

Me:

He was a maybe to you remember

Where were you when he had surgery

What medical bill did you pay

Which tit you feed him from the right or the left

Bitch fuck out my face with that bullshit

Her:

Bitch at home tending to his siblings..duh..fucking dumbass and everytime he does anything for him, just keep in mind. Iys comes from both of us...as in OURS, SAME HOME, SAME ACCT, SAME EVERY FUCK THING...he 's under the roof of the home WE pay bills at...I feed him OUR food, and when he's sleepy he cries for me and lays on my chest and cuddles up under me in OUR bed. Next time, January, I'll be there for his surgery since you were looking for me! Now I know! Dumb bitches make my ass itch! I swear

Me:

Well thank you for the rent money. He has. I surgery in January. And you should get your ass checked.

Her:

Rent money ? Girl what you know about that? Considering you're no longer providing a roof over your lil familys head. Surgery, I just told you I know when its is. I got you girl. And as far as my ass, your bd eats it often even when he was fucking with you, you know, around the same time he was fucking with you. None of these arguments have been about you having an std or anything. So I think I can pass on seeing my doctor..just an occasional itch from having irritable bitch syndrome, you should know all about that. Now run along! Now that the kids are settled, and I've showered. My side of the bed is empty and hubby don't like that! So I have to go! You kiss our son for us since your feelings didn't allow us to do it tonight! Nite bm✌

Me:

My bad, I meant to say kissing you! My fault!

Her:

Because my lease was and I moved. Since you share accounts you know he was paying it while I was pregnant. Idk what surgery you're talking about because my son doesn't have one scheduled and as far as eating ass he ate mine too and probably went home and kissed you. Just like he ate would like my pussy in the parking lot outside your aparatment when I picked my son and he went. Back up stairs to you! Hubby don't care. Because half the time hubby was texting me. Had you not popped in my inbox for my birthday he would still be texting me. You can go in the room and kiss your own son. The same son that was crying when his daddy was fucking me instead of helping me move. The same son that used to go out to the park with us while you were away. You're not special. No go to be with your cheating ass hubby. And you him both can drink bleach, swallow the barrel of a gun, or decide to become ceiling decor. The choice is yours. And as far as rent. Maybe you should embezzle some more money so you can stop being a unlawful detainer every other month. Goodnight!

Her:

Once again a bunch of made up bullshit! Feel better bitch? Night hoe! Go get raped again...you know the one you practically brag about! Sad ass bitch!

Me:

It's called public records do no it's not made up bullshit. And bitch kill yourself

Her:

Bitch I wasn't referring to my public records...can't be embarrassed about some shit I didn't do...I own every fucking thing I do...glad you took the time to research me...were planning on sucking my pussy like he did yours? Whats the importance in that? And kill myself, I live for my kids and our son...you're the bitch on fb looking suicidal..what you waiting for?

Me:

I guess you need my entertainment too huh both y'all asses miserable

Her:

No bitch you're miserable thats why you need his attention for your miserable, lonely, ass comfort! Good night! I have some marital dick to go sit on!

Me:

Yet you always on my facebook looking thru my shit

Martial cheating dick don't forget cheating

And make sure you tell your hubby it was your fault

Her:

Girl everything you just said was a fucking lie even down to the in laws...misery loves company...and bitch it take a sad ass bitch to allow a man to cheat on their wife...everybody has a fault in this except your dumbass! You don't own shit and wonder your life is so fucking miserable! Bitch you're the fault! Poor kids! Don't teach them about nothing! Clearly you're one big fuck-up right along with the person you claim to be the big fuck-up...you ain't no better than the trash you throw on his name

Me:

And if you believe that something is clearly wrong with you. And I thought you had duck to sit on why are talking to me?