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Saw the post of you asking if we had any tropes or ideas we wanted to see u talk abt and jumped for joy đ ⌠must ask . Do u have any thoughts on ghost finding out reader is pregnant đđ
I like to think Ghost starts having suspicions before you do
Wrapped around each otherâs bodies, limbs tangled in the sheets as you sleep peacefully with your other half by your side, heâs never not holding at least one of your boobs in his warm calloused palms. You start to wake up with complaints about how sore they are however, his hands in complete agreement with his eyes; your tits have gotten bigger.
And though he hates to see how uncomfortable they have you feeling all of a sudden, and how you whine so cutely about how you need new bras, your cleavage spilling out of your cups, heâs finding it rather difficult not to appreciate the new view.
Next though, heâs noticing how strange it is that foods you usually loved, now have you crinkling your nose up in disgust, turning your face away from the smell, or worse, that one time you ran to the bathroom to spill the contents of your stomach, utterly repulsed by a certain odor.
But he forgets that you havenât requested Chinese food in nearly a month when instead heâs trying to wrap his mind around how you want peanut butter and jelly on a cheeseburger.
He certainly doesnât think twice about how youâre just tad bit friskier than usual, pinching his ass and trying to jump his bones more often. Thereâs never been a lack of intimacy or wanting the other in your relationship, but you seem nearly insatiable recently, using and abusing his fingers, his mouth, his dick, multiple times a day. There are no complaints on his end, your man always being borderline desperate for you.
Itâs when heâs been away for work for the last two weeks and heâs walking back into the house and he sees you, that his eyes cannot deny the way youâre simply glowing. Radiating effortless beauty in a way heâs never seen before, which is saying a lot considering you knock the breath out of him every time heâs lucky enough to see even just your shadow.
You look so soft, so sweet, so perfectly his.
Heâs searching for a cloth to warm up under the faucet, preparing to clean up the mess heâs just made of you in bed over the last few hours, when his eyes land on the unopened box of tampons under the bathroom sink. His mind starts quickly doing the math, believing that in theory you should have had to open this pack by now, when things begin to click for him.
Laying naked on your back atop the messy sheets, still catching your breath and coming back down to earth after the many times Simon brought you to bliss tonight, youâre admittedly confused when he comes back into the bedroom without the towel he said he was going to get. Youâre even more caught off guard when he approaches you and lays two hands on the sides of your stomach, face approaching your abdomen with an expression of concentration on his face.
âSi what are you-â
âLove, I think youâre pregnant.â
Heâs lucky youâve been having the same suspicion for a few days now, waiting for him to take an actual test and find out, otherwise you might be smacking him upside the head right about now.
Once you do take the test however and confirm what he already felt sure of, that he had put a baby in you, heâs asking you why it isnât appropriate to tape it to the living room wall for everyone to see, elated to share the news with those in your lives, meanwhile youâve just decided he wonât be helping decorate the nursery, beyond building furniture.
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max verstappen x reader | 2.3k
after an incredible (and wet) weekend in brazil, you have a confession to make.
cw: a loving relationship! discussion of anxiety/fear/worrying about your race car driver bf, healthy communication, and softness galore.
a/n: being a wag must be so stressful. like, damn! also, rain races stress me out, personally. this fic is about that.
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The triple header comes to an end in the best way possible.
Max Verstappen wins the SĂŁo Paulo Grand Prix from a 17th-place start! It's the stuff of dreams. The fist around your heart unclenches just a little bit as you watch him smiling, roaring, hoisting his well-earned trophy aloft. It's your best day in a long time, watching your darling boyfriend like that, and you celebrate with everyone late into the night. The Championship battle looms in the background but tonight is about the hard work from the weekend. The stress, the frustration, the damn rain. All of it worth it for the pride you all feel right now.
But what comes after -- that, you can admit, you enjoy even more. Three weeks until Las Vegas and Max and the team have plenty of work to do before then, but for now? For now, it's this: rest.
Everyone gets to go home, finally. And for you, home is wherever Max is. You've spent the first few days of the break thus far at his place. On the floor with the cats, on the couch watching movies. In his bed, sleeping, sometimes, other times... not so much. Hours and hours just being together. You'll have plenty of time for this once the season ends but you can never get enough of him.
You're on the couch, sprawled across the length of it with a book in hand. It's a good one, so much so that you don't notice Max until he taps your ankle and you jump.
"Jesus," you gasp. His lips are pulled up at one corner in the precursor to a full grin, sweatpants slung low enough that you can see the branded band of his underwear between the drawstrings and the hem of his t-shirt. "Where did you come from?"
"Watching race replays," he says with a shrug. "Scooch." You tug your legs back and sit up a little, bookmarking your page as he rounds the couch and plops down where your feet were.
"Max," you whine. "I like to watch those, too. So you can do that thing where you narrate like, every second." You're teasing, but only a little. For all the jokes about "maxplaining," you really do love how he explains things. He tells you what he was thinking at every turn, what the trick is, how long it took him to get it right. He points out his mistakes and those of the other drivers. All of it thoroughly and with enthusiasm, answering your questions like you're the best student he's ever had.
"Yeah, well," he says, sinking into the couch, arm stretched across the cushions towards you. Your eyes rake over the line of his bicep as he talks. "You don't like rain races very much. Wasn't sure you'd want to see it again."
That gets your attention. "How did you know that?" You've never told him outright that they stress you out. It's really important to you that you keep your cool at the track, that you don't do anything to let on that he should worry about you.
But you should know better, it seems.
"I can tell," Max says, looking right at you. "I pay attention."
You hum, not sure what to say. "You've got me there," you confess. "I'm sorry."
"Hey," he tuts. "Why the apology? You can feel however you want to. This weekend was complicated."
He feels too far away. You set your book on the ground and shove your toes under this thigh. He keeps his eyes on your face but you fuss with the hem of your t-shirt rather than look back.
"They're exciting. Rain races, I mean." You sigh. "But I can't help but worry, Max. From the garage, it's so --"
You lose track of your words because Max grabs hold of your legs and tugs them over his thighs as he moves closer to you, almost crowding you against the arm of the couch. He reaches for your collarbone to pick some lint from your shirt, his other arm slung across your calves.
"Were you scared?" he asks. "This weekend, I mean."
Frankly, you avoid telling him things like this because you don't want to distract him. You don't want to detract from his performance in any way and maybe that's selfish, because you know he's very good at what he does and how you feel isn't going to derail his weekend. But you know he loves you, and you know how deeply he feels things. How much he wants to be a good partner, a good driver, a good man. And you try really hard to let him know that he is all of those things.
The reality of your position in his life is that there will always be people who heavily imply that your presence, your actions, your choices could be at fault. It's ludicrous -- Max has said so many times -- but it makes you hype-aware. You don't want to overstep. It's something you know you should articulate to him properly, but you know he'll be upset that you think you can be anything but a good part of his life. It's an endless cycle.
"Hey," he says, mistaking your silence for emotion. "Liefje, I'm fine." He reaches for you, cupping your cheek with a warm hand. You look up at him and find him frowning.
"I know," you say, leaning into his palm. "I know you are. I just -- I don't want it to sound like I'm a whining baby or something."
"Whining baby?" Max gently rubs the skin under your eye with his thumb. "Psh. We've got some of those on track. You couldn't come close to them if you tried."
That gets a laugh out of you and he cracks a smile at the small victory.
You sigh. "I was scared," you admit, voice soft. Max presses a little closer to you, his hand falling from your face to catch yours, fingers twining together.
"Are you always scared?" he asks. "You're more tense on rain weekends, I can tell that much. But you've never really talked about this. I guess I--" He frowns again. "I've never really asked you."
"That's okay," you say. "It's nothing, really."
Blue eyes bore into yours. "No, I want to know," he presses. "Please, tell me?"
You tip your head back a little, eyes on the ceiling. How to say it?
"I guess I'm always a little scared, yeah," you say. "I don't know how I wouldn't be."
He tugs on your hand so you'll look at him. "What is it, do you think?" The question comes out in his typical way. This must be how he is in driver briefings, you think fleetingly. Max is analytical, methodical, always looking for the root of the problem so he can understand it and adapt.
But how do you explain this?
"Well, it's a dangerous sport," you explain. "As you know. And I -- Max, I love you, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
The furrow of his brow lessens a bit and he presses a light kiss to the back of your hand. Your stomach flutters, even after all this time.
But Max has no time for your mooning, apparently. "Were you scared before we knew each other?" he asks.
You think about it. "It's different, I guess. I was worried, generally. For all of you. I'm still worried for all of you, but --"
His eyebrow quirks and he fails to hide a cheeky smile. "Me the most?"
You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand. "You the most. But don't tell Carlos that."
Max tuts. "So, now it's just worse? You feel it more?"
Nodding, you try to explain. "I don't even like watching on TV, now, because I'm so far away. I feel so helpless."
You can't make it to every race but you try your hardest, not only to support Max but for your own sanity. It's easier to calm yourself down when you're around other people who believe in him, when you have access to all the details and when he's only a few steps away when he's out of the car.
"I don't want you to be worried," he says, softly. "You don't let on that you are when we say goodbye before the race, aside from being a little tense."
One of your favorite pieces of race weekends -- those few moments when all of his attention is on you. He makes sure you have everything you need and leaves you with a kiss and a smile and a see you later. His confidence and his competence are like balms.
"When I'm looking at you, I'm not as stressed," you say, a bit shy. "You're very good at your job, you know. And your confidence is convincing."
"I know," he says, seriously. "That's why I know it'll be fine. Do you not know that?"
If he was less determined, you'd ask him to drop it, since you're starting to feel embarrassed. But you know he won't let it lie.
"I know it, too, Max." You reach for his face to push back some fringe from his forehead. "I'll always be worried about you, though. You get in the car and drive away and I just -- sit there. And wait for you to come back."
He frowns, deeper this time. You keep your hand on him, cupping his jaw and running your thumb along his stubble.
"And I love it. You know I was a fan before I met you and it's a dream to be there to watch you race. I love seeing you do crazy things like win from p17. It's so much fun."
He knows this about you. You've got a bit of a reputation for your facial expressions in the Red Bull garage, always the first on your feet when he overtakes, jumping up and down when he extends his lead. It's an infectious kind of joy and energy and you lean into it every time, even if your stomach is churning with anxiety.
Max is quiet for a few moments. He covers your hand with his and leans into it further.
"You trust me, right?"
"Of course," you say right away. "Always."
"I've never really thought about it," he says, slowly. "I mean, in the car. I don't worry about you because I'm not worried, so I just thought you knew not to be, too."
"I'll always worry, Max. Even though I trust you."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
Your cheeks heat and you look away from him, pulling your hand free to cradle it in your lap.
"You've got a million other things to worry about besides me," you say. "I don't want to distract you."
Max says your name with a scoff, literally waving his hand as if swatting away your silly notions. "Distract me? Come on," he says. "I wouldn't be a three-time world champion if I could get so easily distracted." He leans into your space, nosing at your jaw. "Even if you are very distracting."
You allow the attention for a few moments before pushing him back with a laugh. His cheeks are flushed, hair a bit of a mess, like after he takes off his helmet. And, god, he looks relaxed. You're so proud of him you can hardly stand it. The season is almost over and you know he's got a lot of work ahead of him, and you've got a lot of worrying. But he's motivated, and you know he can win. You know he'll come back to you.
Max leans his head back on the couch and casts his gaze sideways at you, nose scrunched. "I can't fix this, can I? You're still going to worry."
He sounds so resigned, so disappointed in himself that you tug on his hand so he'll get closer. This time, you frame his face with your hands and kiss him, just a light press of your lips to his. Both of you sigh into it, and you drag your mouth along his cheek until you reach his ear.
"I'm still going to worry," you whisper. "But I love you and I trust you. And I know it'll be okay."
Max sighs and presses his forehead to your shoulder, practically pulling you into his lap so he can wrap his arms around you.
"You better hope it doesn't rain for the rest of the season," he mumbles.
"That damn VSC," you groan, pulling back from him a bit. "I was going to tear my hair out!"
Max laughs. "It kept things interesting," he says lightly. "Rain isn't really a problem for me, schatje, you know this --"
"Because you're Dutch, I know, Max." You roll your eyes. "Even Fernando couldn't keep it together! I mean, the gasps from the garage when --"
The seriousness of your conversation fades as you trade tidbits about the race -- you've done this already, hashed it out in the hotel room and the flight home and in bed since Sunday. Max watches you talk, elbow braced on the couch and his head resting in his hand. His eyes sparkle and you know you're amusing him as he corrects you on the turn names and who went in the wall when. Max loves you: you've never doubted this. He loves you and he cares about how you feel and doesn't want you to be worried.
And while you will be, because you love him, you know that it'll be alright.
"Hey," Max says, interrupting your opinions about start procedures. "I love you, okay? Thank you for worrying about me."
"Graag gedaan," you say. Well, you try to say. Max laughs and corrects your pronunciation. You're welcome, he says, over and over, a kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead each time. Ik houd van je. Your lips, your neck, your jaw.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Not to be the little gremlin obsessed with Chappell Roan BUT⌠reader thinking Logan is too cool to want a proper relationship with them, so when things get physical they insist things are just âcasualâ in order to protect themselves from getting hurt. But secretly youâre in love with each other, so honestly, neither of you want things to be casual at all⌠(mutual pining my beloved) please & thank you!! Love you!
ahh hi hi avo I LOVE this song, and this request, and you - I could so see this being a situation that Logan and reader find themselves in. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it! (I added a couple winks to the lyrics as well.) đ thank you so much for sending this to me!!!
casual | variant!logan howlett x f!reader
1.2k | posessive!logan, fwb(???), use of alcohol, mutual pining, references to oral sex and PiV.
It doesnât matter that your heart flips when you look at him. Itâs Logan. Itâs just casual.
It certainly feels like a dream, watching your worlds collide.
The heft of Loganâs palm fitting into your friends as he shakes their hand - the five of you squeezed into your usual booth in the corner of the bar.
Youâd say the past couple weeks had seemed that way, as well. A late-night dose of bravery spiraling into something so raw and intense and real, that you feel like you could choke on it.
Even now, thereâs heat in your cheeks as your eyes flick his way. Something stirring in your chest at the way his other arm slings across the back of the booth almost possessively.
But like all dreams, there comes a moment where you have to wake up.
Because you know itâs not.
Because you know your feelings arenât requited. How could they be, when itâs Logan youâre talking about?
A legend.
A lone wolf.
Someone important, someone whose name carries a weight. Who saved the world, from what Wade tells you.
And youâre - you.
So even if you know what he looks like beneath that flannel, know what his mouth feels like when it presses against yours - what he sounds like, when he comes - you know that this is nothing.
Itâs casual. A distraction, for both of you.
And if thatâs how it has to be, then youâll do your best to show him youâre cool with it.
You just hadnât expected this moment to come so soon. It had been a genuine offer, your âyou wanna come with?â when the hour rolled around for your weekly trivia night.
Not thinking his head would cock to the side. The look heâd give you - that arched brow, as his fingers splayed out across your bare hip. Still crowded together on your couch, sweat-dewed.
The âsure, sweetheartâ that slipped out.
And now youâre introducing him as your friend - that quick history youâve perfected - rattling off the âyou know, Wade from workâs roommateâ even though Wade didnât work at the dealership anymore.
He had made enough of an impression that none of your friends had forgotten.
And you ignore the bitter jolt in your stomach, when all Logan does is hum.
You think you must have assumed right.
He doesnât correct you.
Logan quickly solidifies himself as an asset to the team. He gets a lot of the history questions that youâve always struggled with. A shy quirk of his lips when your friends cheer, and you get swept along with it.
His hand ending up on your thigh along the way. Squeezing, when you chime in. Almost as if forgetting - itâs easy to, when youâre having fun like this.
A low rasp in your ear, when the host takes a break.
âLemme get you another.â
You can only nod, as he eases out - taking your glass with him.
It only takes a second, before MJâs hand slaps down on yours.
âThatâs Logan?â She hisses - leaning forward, âThe one who-â
âYes.â You cut her off, ignoring the sideways glance her boyfriend gives you.
You never should have told her about that.
Had a hard enough time climbing into your car without thinking about it, yourself - the way he had man-handled you in the passenger seat. Thighs thrown over broad shoulders.
Fingers twined in his hair, as he made you moan in the dark parking garage. Too eager to make it up to your apartment.
She frowns, the words petering out, âBut I thought-â
Your teeth worry at your lower lip.
âYeah. Me too.â You sigh.
MJ knows how much you like him.
Really like him - butterflies, and everything. How itâs been years since you felt this way - slipping from you during that rushed phone call at 6 am the morning after your first night together.
Her eyebrows raise, and itâs a look you know well.
âItâs, you know.â Your hand waves, âItâs casual. Itâs-â
Itâs easier, this way.
Maybe if you keep repeating it, it wonât hurt as much when he moves on.
The look she shoots you is one of pity, just as a drink is set down in front of you.
Your teeth clicking against each other as the words are swallowed. Forcing a smile as Logan slips back in the booth next to you.
The next round starts a moment after, and itâs a welcome reprieve.
You miss the way his eyes narrow, as yours fix firmly on scorecard in front of you.
But you donât miss the way his hands stay folded on top of the table, for the rest of the night.
You suppose he must have remembered where he was.
âYou wanna come up?â
He lingers outside your apartment door, hands jammed into his pockets. That look from the bar is back - all dark, narrowed eyes.
A low sound in his throat, close to a scoff.
âThat what you want, sweetheart?â
Your eyebrows raise, âYeah. I do, I mean-, thatâs what we usually do, right?â
Heâs spent just about every night at your apartment. His things still scattered across your room. A leather jacket slung across the chair thatâs tucked against your vanity.
Loganâs lips twist at the edges, eyes dropping.
âSuppose we do.â Those hands slip from his pocket, crossing over his chest, âBack when I thought we knew what we were doing. But nowâŚâ
His head shakes. A tick in his jaw.
Your stomach drops.
âWhat do you mean?â
Logan huffs, âThe bar, baby. Is that how you really feel?â
A step closer, until heâs caging you in. Voice dropping, rough and low - near gritted out.
âDoes this,â His fingers flick between your chest and his, âfeel casual to you?â
Your heartbeat gallops behind your ribs.
âI thought-,â You manage, âThought thatâs what you wanted.â
Heâs too close, now. The dip of his head, those eyes burning in their shades of brown and gold.
âNow, why would you think that?â
You swallow, âBecause youâre you, and Iâm-â
âYouâre?â He prompts, but you go silent.
A sigh, when your head dips.
Unable to say it out loud.
âDriving me crazy all night, you know that?â He rasps, âGiving me those looks. Calling me your friend, when we both know your mouth was around my cock this morning.â
A low rumble in his throat, âWhen I still taste like you.â
Your breath hitches, as his hand thumbs at your jaw, tilting it up.
âLemme ask you again.â His mouth is close enough now to ghost against yours, âIs that how you really feel?â
Your head shakes.
âWanna be yours.â
Itâs breathed out, just as he kisses you.
His body pressing flush, as your hands twine around his neck. A palm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he deepens it.
Desire thrumming to life inside you, washing out the dregs of insecurity that youâve been carrying this whole time. Melting them away completely with the hungry sweep of his tongue, the way he swallows your soft moan.
Thereâs a flash of white when he finally leans back, with the curve of his lips.
âGood.â
His hand closes around the knob. A rough twist, as his another arm wraps around your waist.
Walking you backwards, into the dark.
âThe let me show you exactly how I feel.â
thank you so much, again!! đ
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Dude yeah Solas going back to the prison is so dumb to me. Like I assumed before seeing Trickâs post they he and the inquisitor were going into the fade itself to where he sealed the dreams or whatever. But instead Iâm going to take my wife to my divorcee empty ass apartment where the ghosts of my past call me a wet loser? What?
JHGKEJRGHKERJHGKREJGH no ur right. i think it genuinely only works when you look at it from a mythological story perspective rather than the two of them as individual people... which is interesting because their whole stories are kind of about how they lose themselves to the myth that surrounds them... so i think its supposed to be the ultimate conclusion of that.
they are at once both finally free of the burdens of the myths and expectations that follow them as the dread wolf and the herald of andraste because they have left the mortal world that forced them into those roles and stripped them of their personhood, but they have also completely submitted themselves to those roles by submitting to the logical conclusion of the myths that they could not escape. for the dread wolf, it is earning his redemption through his willing submission to his own trap. its the logical, full-circle mythological conclusion to the trickster who trapped the gods, now trapped for eternity himself (allegedly, he will prob eventually break out... even loki gets his freedom during ragnarok...). for the inquisitor, it is andraste's herald finally sharing andraste's fate, choosing to leave the mortal world behind to ascend to the golden city alongside the god that she loves. both (presumably, for a lavellan) have tried to reject the myths attached to them over and over and over, but in the end they choose them willingly, and that choice at once binds them to those myths forever while simultaneously freeing them from the burden of them. its giving oedipal greek tragedy of attempting to outrun your fate and it finding you anyway, just when you thought you were finally making your own choice, but with a hopeful and bittersweet spin. its actually fucking insanely brilliant when i think about it this way it makes me genuinely foam at the mouth.
however the major caveat to this is i do not think this is presented nearly clear enough in veilguard. the only reason i am able to create such wonderful, deep meaning from this is honestly because my bachelor's degree is in literature and i literally have formal academic training analyzing storytelling. and it took me like a week to actually sift through all this in my brain and go back and sift through lines and images in the game to support my analysis. it should not take that much work, it should have been more clear. because yeah, the first time you play it it absolutely feels like your girly pop lavellan is making the WORST, down-bad delulu decision of her life while the rest of the world is screaming GIRL DUMP HIM!!!!!!!! and im not suggesting im smarter than anyone for looking at it âthe right wayâ or anything like that. im saying that i think in order to get the meaning from it that the writers intended, you have to look at it through a very specific literary lens, and that is something that most people are not going to default to⌠because why would you? the story should lead you there on its own. there shouldnât be a niche prerequisite to enjoying the ending. a few more lines about people made into myths, much like those we got throughout inquisition, couldâve helped facilitate this. they did a great job of hammering in the regret and choice themes to the point it was like beating a dead horse with a stick. and there are a few good lines that kind of give this vibe (âyouâre not JUST the inquisitor, right?â âthey call me the dread wolf, what will they call you when this is over?â âthere is no fate but the love we share,â a codex from felassan about solas being forced to play into the dread wolf persona, etc.) but they probably couldâve added a few more to talk about mythological apotheosis and choice in the context of fate rather than just in the context of regret, and it wouldâve helped at least a bit.
so i fully understand peoples discomfort with the ending as a result. i think itâs a logical conclusion to come to based on how the story presents itself. however im pretty confident that this mythological vibe was tricks intention, based on a lot of their comments about their writing process and inspiration for solas, and the way they have written him overall. @corseque has a lot of amazing posts in her solas tag that talk specifically about the very deliberately mythological way that weekes wrote solas, and i think this is essential context for understanding the ending that the game simply does not sufficiently provide. it also definitely invalidates a lot of people's perceptions of not just their inquisitor, but the solavellan romance as well. however i hope me blabbing about how it can be absolutely brilliant when viewed through a specific lens might help people feel more at peace with it <3
#OK U GUYS HAVE TO STOP PROMPTING ME TO WRITE ESSAYS I HAVE TO GO DO WORK JERHGKJERHGJKREG#but thank u for this <3#solavellan#solas#veilguard spoilers#datv spoilers#da:v spoilers#dav spoilers#mine.txt#meta#ask
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 5
Or: a secret Admirer AU
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4
Eddieâs just dropped his response in the requested copy of Romeo and Juliet. Heâd looked furtively around the library, trying to see if anyone was paying him an abnormal level of attention.
No one even looks up.
Thereâs a mousy girl in the corner reading a comic book, some band girl muttering to herself as she frantically pulls books off the shelf, and Nancy Wheeler writing, fast enough that Eddieâs surprised the lead of her pencil doesnât snap clean off.
Could it be her?
Eddie squints at her, trying to look past her frizzy hair and prissy face to what must be hidden underneath. Before he finds any clarity, she looks up from the page in front of her, already scowling before she meets Eddieâs gaze.
Eddie startles, damn-near sprinting out of the library, his smokerâs lungs wheezing hard enough to damn-near expel themselves from his lungs.
No way in hell is it Wheelerâsheâs way too scary, and besides, no oneâs ever accused her of being an athlete. That band girl, maybe? She looked feisty enough to kick ass at organized sports-ball.
The secretâs burning a hole through his heart and he wants, no, needs, to tell someone.
Eddie feels deranged with it, almost manic as he rushes to find someone, anyone, he can talk to. Hell, right now heâd take Hagan if he didnât think the dude would punch him in the face.
Luckily, he smacks into Gareth before anything gets that dire. The kidâs obviously rushing through the parking lot to catch the bus before it leaves without him, stranding him at the school before the weekend can truly start.
âDudeââ he stutters out as Eddie latches onto both of his shoulders and begins shaking him about. âWhat the hellâs wrong with you?â
Gareth smacks him off, and Eddie stumbles back, almost buzzing with the frenetic energy built up from weeks of getting love letters in his locker and not being able to tell a soul. Eddie grabs onto him again and just keeps shaking, lest his soul quiver right out of his body. âI canât keep it in anymore, man,â Eddie says, and he can tell from the bug-eyed look on the other boyâs face that heâs not picking up what Eddieâs putting down. âIâve gotten four letters, Gare-Bear, four!â
He enunciates the last word with an even harder shake until Eddie can hear his teeth clack together. Gareth makes an unholy noise, like a cat submerged in bathwater, and damn-near claws Eddieâs face off in his attempts to get away. Eddie ends up standing in the parking lot, still holding the shoulders of Garethâs flannel up despite there no longer being a body in it.
âAnd each one is sweeter than the last!â Eddie cries, maliciously dropping the flannel into a puddle.
Gareth squawks, bending down to scoop his outerwear up from the ground and twist it until some of the water sops out of it and back to the pavement from whence it came. Heâs not looking at Eddie at all. God, he knew he should have picked Doug.
âSo, why are you telling me about it?â Gareth gripes.
Left unspoken, but patently obvious between them, is that Jeff, Eddieâs usual secret keeper, is entirely absent. Eddie twirls one of his own curls, bringing it up to shield the blush thatâs no doubt blooming on his face as he admits, âJeff would make fun of me.â
Besides, Jeffâs been weird all day, eyes darting away from Eddieâs like heâs got some sort of disease that might be catching.
He doesnât want to talk to Jeff right now.
Giving it up as a bad job, Gareth slings his sopping flannel over one shoulder with the beleaguered sigh of a single mother and finally meets Eddieâs eyes.
âDude,â he says, voice that of someone delivering a deadly blow. âIâm going to make fun of you.â
Eddie can feel himself pouting, does absolutely nothing to try to stop it as he mutters, âknew I shouldâve confided in Hagan,â too quietly for Gareth to hear.
âNow, where are these stupid letters?â
Eddie throws his hands up and takes two showily large steps back as he declares, âwell, Iâm not going to show you now!â
âOh, Jeff,â Gareth calls, all sing-songy and sly.
Eddie lunges forward to slam his palm over Garethâs mouth even though Jeff had disappeared from the school long ago. With his hands so close already, heâs hard-pressed to stop himself from wringing Garethâs scrawny neck.
Before he knows it, Eddie finds himself settled in his room, the letters strewn about Eddieâs unmade bed.
Gareth reads them all; he laughs at all the parts that are sweetest, and despite being born an only child, Eddie can feel himself developing one hell of a Cain instinct. Maybe Cain was actually a cool guy, and Abel drove him to it with his incessant wheedling.
Eddie wouldnât know; heâs never read the bible.
âDude, sheâs a jock?â Gareth asks, peering down at the letter with a level of glee Eddieâs never seen on the other boyâs face.
âYou kiss your mother with that mouth?â Eddie asks, taking sadistic enjoyment in the way Garethâs nose wrinkles with disgust. He ripsâgently!âthe letter out of Garethâs hands and gathers them all back together, intent to hide them from any more prying eyes.
âI was reading that!â
âGirls can do sports,â Eddie replies snootily, tucking the letters away beneath his pillow. âAnd besides, thereâs always cheerleaders.â
All that does is make Gareth start laughing again. âYou think you can bag a cheerleader?â
He raises his hand threateningly, one wrong word from smacking that look off his face, the way Eddieâs dad had always threatened. âDo you want to walk home?â Eddie demands.
Eddieâs doubtful it was the threat that got Gareth to stop laughingâthey both know theyâll spend the rest of the evening eating stale cereal and watching whateverâs on TV before falling asleep in Eddieâs small bedâbut the silence is still welcome.
It lasts a solid three seconds before Gareth asks, âyouâre not afraid itâs all a joke?â
Eddieâs going to kill him.
***
The dayâs been long despite Steve, Chrissy, and Jeff all skipping first period. Still, nothing could stop him from taking precious time out of his weekend to pick up any notes Eddie might have written.
Itâs becoming normal now, to skulk behind Chrissy through the library as she picks up notes. Whatâs that saying about the third time being a pattern? And there, tucked reverently into a copy of Romeo and JulietâChrissyâs idea, not hisâis an envelope with Secret Admirer written across it in bold, cursive font. Like Eddieâd gone out and gotten a quill and ink pot just for the occasion.
The inkâs so black, it still looks wet, but when Steve caresses the letters, they donât even smudge. They both stare down at it where itâs still clutched between Chrissyâs fingers. Chrissy, ever the good friend, waits for his next move.
âWant to come over?â he asks, tired of impersonal whispers in quiet libraries. He wants a girlâs night, the way he and Carol used to before sheâd started dating Tommy and everything had gotten so stilted. âI can paint your nails.â
Chrissy doesnât even hesitate. Sheâs beaming as she puts the envelope carefully into her book bag, grabs his arm, and drags him out of the room.
She doggedly follows his car all the way home to his big empty house, her headlights beaming light and warmth straight into his heart.
The porch lightâs on in front of his house, a beacon leading him home from his rapidly darkening driveway. He always leaves it on, something about its cheerful light making his dark house seem more welcoming, even more so now that heâs got a friend parking her car right behind his.
Heâs glad not to get run out of town, but more than that, heâs grateful that it was all just a mistake, that he doesnât need to let another friendship fizzle out into nothing.
âAre your parents home?â she asks as she bounces out of her car and up to his side.
âAlmost never,â Steve replies, not turning back to her, unwilling to see the expression on her face as he leads her to the front door and ushers her inside once itâs unlocked.Â
He slides his shoes off, and she copies his movements before following him up the stairs. They settle onto his bed, and heâs tempted to make a wise-crack about what boyfriends and girlfriends usually do in beds, but heâs a little afraid she might slap him, so all he says is, âdid you bring it?â
Chrissy rolls her eyes, âof course I brought it.â
Sheâs already made herself comfortable laying on her stomach, but she dutifully reaches toward the ground to rifle through her bag and pull the envelope thatâs been burning a hole in it free. Steve descends on it like a drowning man on land.
He lays on his stomach beside her, tempted to kick his feet and twirl his hair as he slots his finger into the envelope and opens it with the precision born from years of practice opening his parentsâ mail.
Itâs only as he pulls the tab open that he notices itâs not an envelope at all. Eddie had cleverly folded the note heâd written into the shape of an envelope, tucking the tab into it to keep it closed. He smooths the creases out and devours the words.
      Secret Admirer,
      I want to learn everything about youâ the color of your eyes, how your lips curve when you smile, how soft your hands are, the sound of your laughter. But more than that, I want to know what you love, along with all of your deepest wants and needs. Youâve piqued my curiosity with your scant answers. I canât help but want more.
      Unfortunately, thereâs not enough room on the page for the unrelenting number of questions flooding my mind. I know the point of being a secret admirer is that itâs a secret, but I hope that if you really do like me, you wonât stay secret for long.
      I came up with a game I think could be fun! Iâve filled mine out already, for you to keep. Recopy it onto a separate sheet and return it with your next note. That way I get to keep your answers and you can have mine. I also wrote little notes on the back for some of them. I couldnât help myself.
      Yours,
      Eddie
And there, tucked behind the envelope is a notecard, Eddieâs usual sloppy handwriting covering it with that same, black ink. But heâs circled his answers in red, and added little numbers next to some of them.
      ||Rock or Pop 1 || Board Games or Sports Games 2 || Early Bird or Night Owl || Reading Or TV || Big Spoon or Little Spoon 3 || Outer Space or The Ocean 4 || Art or History || Alcohol or Weed 5 || Cats or Dogs || Holding Hands or First Kiss 6 || Winter or Summer || Grease or Star Wars || Gold or Silver || Halloween or New Yearâs Eve || Vampires or Werewolves 7 || Drive-In or Movie Theater || Back Seat or Under the Bleachers 8 || Cuddling or Dancing || Slides or Swings 9 ||
Steve flips it over and finds more little numbers in red, each with a corresponding blurb.
      1. Pop is fun if youâre into that, but nothing beats a good guitar riff.
      2. I know youâre into sports, sweetheart, but come on, board games are the obvious winner.
      3. If you prefer being the big spoon, Iâm willing to compromise <3
      4. If you pick the ocean, then youâre braver than me! Thatâs a body of water you canât even see the bottom of! How are you cool with that?
      5. If you know me, and it really seems like you do, then my answer here is obvious.
      6. I bet youâve got really nice hands, sweetheart. Would love to feel them in mine someday.
      7. Werewolves are cool, too, but come on, vampires fit my aesthetic way better.
      8. Under the bleachers would probably be cool, too, but my vanâs a lot warmer (does that count as a backseat?)
      9. I was always that kid who would go down the slide and pretend there was a dragon chasing me, what about you?
Steve smiles down at the card and all the secrets it holds.
âAww, thatâs so cute!â Chrissy says.
Steve, for the first time, gets the inexplicable urge to hide Eddieâs words behind his hands. He doesnât because that would be insane, and also sheâs already seen it. So, all he says is, âhelp me respond?â
She does.
      Eddie â
      I donât love like you do, not so easily and with my whole heart. But I love my best friend, and I like a whole lot moreâhopefully thatâs enough.
      Iâm just as greedy for answers as you are. I want to write all your answers down on flash cards, study them like you might test me on them. If you do, Iâm determined to get an A+.
      I hope my own answers satisfy, even if they donât include my face, my smile, or my name. But my eyes? Theyâre brown, but nowhere near as pretty as yours. I could fall into your eyes and die happy.
      Yours, Always,
      Your Secret Admirer
      P.S. This time, put your reply in The Anatomy and Physiology textbook, right next to the diagram of the human heart.
Chrissy tears up at the bit about his best friend, but luckily doesnât comment, just keeps spinning his yarn into gold. She dutifully re-writes the answer card as well, letting Steve circle his own answers with her pretty pink pen as she peers over her shoulder.
âItâs kind of funny how many of your answers are opposites,â Chrissy says, once theyâre done.
Steve frowns, staring between both cards. Sheâs right; between all the questions, theyâve got three in common: they both chose holding hands over first kisses, drive-ins over movie theaters, and cuddling over dancing.
Itâs not much to build a relationship on.
âYeah, funny,â Steve replies, trying for chill but his voice comes out all wrong.
âSteve?â Chrissy asks, sounding hesitant herself now. âNone of that matters, you know that right?â
Steve doesnât respond; heâs too busy looking between each filled-out card, debating whether changing some of his answers might be for the best.
As if she can sense his thoughts, Chrissy snatches them both from his hands.
âHey!â
He goes to snatch them back, but sheâs pushed them behind her, glare fierce enough to give him pause. âNone of that matters,â she says, voice firm. âYou really think whether you like gold or silver better is a deal-breaker for a relationship?â
Sheâs right, thatâs not whatâs doomed this whole thing before itâs even startedâitâs Steve. Steve, whoâs a boy, and a jock, and not very bright.
Heâs always the problem.
âYou hear me, Steve?â Chrissy asks. Sheâs leaning toward him now, eyes blazing with a conviction he doesnât quite understand. âYouâre perfect just the way you are, okay?â
His throatâs all clogged up so he just nods, looking down at her hands where theyâre clutching tightly enough to his comforter that the beds of her nails turn pink, and her knuckles bleach white.
Sheâs got thin, pretty fingers, and jagged nails. These are the hands that can write letters Eddie will want to read; itâs got nothing to do with silver, or gold, or any of that shit.
Itâs Steve.
âDid you really want to paint my nails?â Chrissy asks, biting her lip and not meeting his eyes.
Steveâs up off the bed in an instant, ready for the distraction sheâs handed him. He rifles around in the bathroom and comes back with a crate of nail polish which he immediately shoves into her chest with enough gusto that she makes a little oof! noise.
âPick your poison,â Steve says, watching as her eyes grow wider with every new color she picks up.
âYou have so many,â she breathes, touching the small glass bottles almost reverently before picking up a pale pink color that suits her. âWhat about this one?â
She looks so unsure, like his opinion on her choice of nail polish is the most important thing in the world. Steveâs heart squeezes beneath his ribcage. ââcourse, Chris.â
He settles onto the bed, legs criss-crossed. He waits for Chrissy to match his pose before grabbing her hand. She curls her fingers into a fist, a breath shuddering out of her before she forces her hand back open.
Steve doesnât comment on the ragged state her nails are in. He just grabs a nail file from the crate and smooths them down as best he can. He buffs her nails out before finally grabbing her chosen color and gives the bottle a shake.
The first coat goes on quick, Chrissy watching each flick of the brush like itâs fascinating.
âYouâre really good at this,â she says, sounding shocked.
Steve presses her hands down on the bed to keep them still as the first coat dries. âThanks,â he replies, still not looking up at her. âI used to do Carolâs like every week.â
Thereâs a silence in the room now that feels one step to the left of stilted. He doesnât know what to do about it, so he picks up her hand and blows on the nails like that will speed anything up at all.
âCan I do yours next?â
At that, Steve finally looks up from Chrissyâs nails to meet her eyes. Sheâs biting her lip, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.
âDo you want to?â Steve asks.
No oneâs ever painted his nails before, not even Carol. But in the face of Chrissyâs earnest, nervous expression, he canât say no.
Thatâs how he finds himself at school on Monday with bright yellow nail polish painted on each of his fingers, the edges already chipped from where he couldnât stop himself from picking at it.
No one says a thing.
PART 6
#koko's steddie secret admirer au#steddie#my fic#I did my best with the formatting of the letter on his one lol#tumblr is Not helping with it so :shrugs:
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I beg of possessive sprout/GN! reader :3
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My first anon with emojis, welcome! It took me a while to write this, especially because it was something I was really excited to work on
I'm so sorry for the delay, I hope you like it!
Warnings/Notes: GN!Reader, possessive Sprout, jealous, just a little bit attitude of yandere, maybe..
For as long as you could remember, Sprout was always attached to you like gum, though it was oddâhe was a strawberry, not gum.
More than once, your handler (the same one who managed Shelly) had to separate you both when it was time for your strict bed schedules in your respective rooms. Of course, just after midnight, Sprout would show up in your room with his pillow.
You didnât mind these little things Sprout did at allâsometimes he even brought Cosmo, and it turned into a sleepover for the three of you! It was fun, and the best feeling in the world was taking a breather from everything around you. Especially for Sprout, who spent all day looking after the little ones at the Gardenview Center, not to mention the âspecialâ days of the week with cooking demonstrations alongside Cosmo.
Sometimes, you felt a bit powerless, unable to share or lighten his exhaustion at the end of the day. Youâd tell him he could take a break, even offering to keep a few kids with you (even if you werenât the most popular toon) so he could get a quick rest, but he always turned it down, saying he was fine.
âIâm one of the mains; I can handle this. Besides, you should rest too! I could make you some cookies with Cosmo.â
You loved and hated that concern of his at the same time; sometimes it was overwhelming because, no matter how much you begged or asked him to take a break, the conversation always veered toward your well-being or baking you something youâd like.
Outside of those topics or the times youâd end up pouting in a corner, feeling helpless, everything was perfect. Being with the other toons was amazing; each had their own special charm that always managed to make you laugh. And of course, always with Sprout by your side (weird)âeven he enjoyed being with everyone else.
But as they say, it was all too perfect to be true.
Boxten had been the first to be corrupted by the ichor.
Poor Poppy couldnât believe her best friend had been turned into something like that. None of you believed it until Poppy tried to get close to him and was met with scratches and bruises marked across her skin.
They managed to pull her to safety just in time, bringing her to the elevator, and Tisha took care of her wounds, as there was no toon around who knew how to treat injuries.
"That⌠that wasnât Boxten, was it?â you murmured, barely audible, resting your back against the elevator wall as you placed your right hand on the cold floor.
The sudden grasp of someoneâs hand startled you for a moment. Turning, you realized it was your favorite strawberry.
Giving you one of his usual (this time, genuinely warm) smiles, he sat beside you, interlacing both your hands.
âYouâre alright, arenât you?â he asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked you up and down, searching for the slightest scratch.
âYes.. Iâm fine⌠itâs just, ugh.â With your left hand, you rubbed your face, struggling to find the right words for the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts inside you.
None of the toons had seen anything so violent, perhaps aside from the occasional squabble between kids or adults at Gardenview, but nothing like this.
âThat thing wasnât Boxten! It hurt Poppy; it didnât seem to show her any compassion!â Your voice trembled with every word, and you could even feel your teeth chattering when you stopped talking.
âWe saw him just fine this morning⌠he was fineâŚâ
You began to sob, small tears escaping your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.
Gently, Sprout pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms and pressing you to his chest, with your face right where his scarf lay, not minding if it got wet from your tears.
âShh⌠what matters is that weâre okay now, right?â he murmured.
âBut Boxten and Poppyââ
âWeâre okay.â
This time, it wasnât a question; it was a confirmation, and you swallowed all your doubts and fears, nodding without another word.
He gave you one of those warm smiles he saved just for you. It was like freshly baked cookiesâwarm and sweet.
âWeâre okay.â You repeated in a low but audible tone, curling up in his arms, trying to keep all the intrusive thoughts at bay.
When all the toons gathered in the lobby, they seemed like angry animals surrounding a single prey they all wanted to hunt downâDandy.
The poor main seemed so relieved to see you when you arrived, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
âOh,â he shouted, calling your name from where he was cornered, âgive me a hand here! Some of them think there are monsters on certain floors, which is crazy becauseââ
âYouâre trying to involve Y/N in your lie, Dandy?â Sprout interrupted, his voice so low that it startled some of the toons nearby.
âAll Iâm saying is that some of you are imagining things that arenât trueâ Dandy replied, glancing between you and Sprout.
âAnd Y/N would understand better the lie youâre all plotting to spread. Right?â
Sproutâs grip on your hand tightened as Dandy spoke to you again, greatly angering him.
Why did he have to drag you into this lie he was planning?
âBoxten⌠that thing wasnât Boxten. Boxten would never attack or hurt anyone, especially not Poppy.â You managed to say, shaking your head repeatedly as if trying to erase the image of Boxten attacking Poppy.
You could hear the voices of several toons rising as they confronted Dandy about the corrupted versions of various toons they had encountered or been attacked by.
In the midst of this chaos, Sproutâs voice brought you back to the present.
âLetâs go. We could find Cosmo and do something, just the three of us.â His voice was monotonous, but you didnât pay it much mind, letting him lead the way.
Days went by, each shorter than the last, or one quicker than the next.
Several toons decided to form groups of eight to explore different floors and extract the ichor from some machines; the reasons for it faded from your mind under the stress and anxiety of possibly losing another toon.
What mattered was that you had Sprout, as unusual as he sometimes was.
You were in the elevator with Sprout, Goob, Glisten, Tisha, and Vee. This time, it was only the six of you since Toddles had been hurt by a twisted, and Rodger wanted to look after her.
As usual, you had your hand interlocked with Sproutâs, a gentle comfort.
The usual music from Dandyâs radio reached your ears, and you realized you hadnât noticed when he arrived.
You turned slightly to look back at him, and when he caught your gaze, he immediately smiled and waved at you.
Not wanting to ignore him, you let go of Sproutâs hand for a moment and waved back.
Not five seconds passed before you noticed how quickly Sprout turned to look between you and Dandy. Dandyâs smile twisted into something that seemed to taunt Sprout without a word.
You looked at Sprout, noticing the leaves casting shadows on his face, making it difficult to discern his expression.
Before you could say anything, Dandy bid only you farewell before lowering his shop lever and disappearing, as he always did when the elevator reached its destination.
âYou can wait outside while Goob distracts everyone, okay?â He took both your hands this time.
His sudden shift in demeanor puzzled you, but you simply nodded, stepping out as the elevator doors opened.
Sproutâs smile vanished once you were out of sight, replaced by a dark scowl.
âYou shouldnât lower yourself to Dandyâs level. He only does that to make you jealous,â Vee commented, her sudden presence by his side not surprising him at all.
âHe thinks heâs the center of the universe with Y/Nâs attentionâ he retorted, frowning at the thought of the bothersome flower.
âAnd you keep playing his "little, stupid and silly game".â
âIâm going to Y/N; I donât trust Goob enough to keep all the twisteds distracted.â He changed the subject, moving in your direction.
âLet they breathe a little; even Iâd feel suffocated if you were on me 24/7,â Vee commented, her tone serious.
Sprout halted, giving her a dark yet blank stare.
âWho are you to debate that?â
Without waiting for a response, he left the elevator, heading toward where you were. Heâd left you alone on that floor long enough and still didnât trust Goobâs distraction abilities.
Meanwhile, Vee grew frustrated with her friendâs childish, ridiculous behavior. He never seemed to leave you alone, even keeping you in the kitchen just for âcompanyâ or to show off his culinary skills.
Sometimes, she thought Sprout was even pushing his own limits, but she still trusted he couldnât be so possessive.
Well.
She hoped you would set some boundaries too.
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gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff! mostly dialogue. wrote this in like 20 mins this morning. something something building new traditions with the love of your life something something.
you awaken to the sound of your apartment door opening.
thereâs some shuffling, you hear some bags rustle, but you pay it no mind, assuming osamu just decided to get the groceries out of the way.
you vaguely remember him getting out of bed far too early for your taste, and then coming into the bedroom half an hour later to kiss your cheek. you had mumbled incoherently then, but now you piece together that it was him letting you know he was leaving for a bit.
itâs still too early.
the sun may be shining through your blinds, and the clock may dispute your claim, but itâs still. too. early.
familiar footsteps approach the door and you sigh, knowing your sunday morning lie-in is about to come to an end. the door opens and you pull the covers over your head, groaning a bit before your boyfriend has the chance to say anything.
âhey now,â he starts, amusement clear in his tone. âis that any way to greet someone who picked up breakfast on his way home?â
home. you've been living together a little over two months now, but you don't see the butterflies in your stomach whenever he says that disappearing any time soon.
you roll over to face him and slowly peek your head out from under the duvet. âyou brought breakfast?â
he nods and comes to sit on the bed, holding a container of coffee from your favourite cafĂŠ. you rip the covers off and sit up as fast as you can, ignoring osamuâs rumbling laughter in favour of reaching out for the drink.
âyou got me coffee? oh I love you,â he places the cup in your awaiting hands and you take a sip, sighing in contentment. âthank you, baby, you didnât have to.â
he kisses your forehead. âI wanted to. figured Iâd need an incentive to get ya outta bed today.â
you lean against him, happily soaking up his warmth. âwell you figured right, itâs too damn early.â
he snorts. âitâs past 10, sweetheart.â
you groan again. âstill earlier than I would normally get up on a sunday. you should know that by now.â
osamu flicks your forehead, his tone teasing. âyeeeaahhh we gotta fix yer sleep schedule.â
âoh hush, weekends exist outside of schedules. itâs the no manâs land of healthy sleep cycles and the circadian rhythm.â
he hums, acknowledging your statement but deciding not to debate you on it. âalright, get up, babe. foodâs getting cold.â
he rubs your knee before moving to stand, and you loop one arm through his before he has the chance. âwaiiiitttt,â you whine.
he raises an eyebrow at you and matches your tone. âwhaaatttt?â
you giggle. âyouâre annoying-â
âwatch it, I can still take that coffee back.â
you clutch the cup against your chest protectively. âI didnât mean it!â
âokay seriously, what? I need to go plate the food and unpack the groceries.â
you take his hand. âIâll get ready super quick, canât you just stay with me?â
he gives you a look. âsomeoneâs clingy today, hm?â he says.
you shake your head. ânot necessarily, just⌠grateful I have such a thoughtful boyfriend who brings me coffee and I donât want to be apart from him for too long?â
âclingy,â he repeats, but his eyes are clearly full of affection for you.
ten minutes later, youâre sitting in the kitchen with western style breakfast sandwiches and going over what he bought at the store.
âdid you remember to get sponges?â
âcheck.â
âdish soap?â
âthe one ya like, yeah.â
âeggs?â
he freezes in the middle of bringing his food up to his mouth and flicks his eyes over to you. he looks as guilty as a dog that just got caught chewing something it knows it shouldn't have.
you hold back a laugh and wipe some sauce from the corner of his mouth. âthatâs fine, I donât mind going out to get some later.â
he nods. âwe can get some snacks, too. I wanted to wait until we were both up to choose this weekâs haul.â
you grin, wondering how you scored someone as thoughtful as him. itâs nice how easily youâve both settled into living together, and even nicer that youâve developed some little traditions like picking out weekly snacks together.
maybe sunday morning coffee could be a new tradition, too, you think. instead of bringing it up with him, you take a sip and wash down the bite you just took.
you admire him as he gets up to put the rest of the groceries away, already done with his food, and listen to him as he goes over some plans for the upcoming week. something about lunch with aran on thursday.
you try to pay attention- honestly, you do, but you feel yourself slowly becoming possessed by a feeling of domestic bliss. his words are drowned out by your own thoughts future pets skittering around, hosting dinners for friends and family, decorating for holidays...
so many possibilities you've yet to explore, a whole future together just beginning. thoughts you've absolutely had before, but intensified by his simple act of love this morning.
was this coffee brewed from magic beans or something?
you blink up at him when he turns to face you, arms crossed and leaning against the counter, a concerned look on his face. "baby? where'd ya go?"
you take another sip and smile softly. "sorry, this is just really good coffee."
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Buddie: Episodes 6x10 vs. 8x7
Last Thursday when I watched the promo for this week's episode, I noticed a lot of similarities to 6x10 and since then I've been wondering if the callback to the lightning strike will have any significance along with an effect on Buck and Eddie. Aside from the obvious of a firefighter hanging from a ladder truck's aerial, there are several others that are blatant and appear to have been done on purpose.
Since season 8 began, there have been numerous callbacks to previous seasons and they include emergency calls the 118 has been dispatched to. In 8x6, they were sent to a home where a young boy was trapped in a pipe and it looked similar to the well Eddie rescued Hayden from in 3x15. However, before Eddie could be pulled up to safety, the well collapsed and Buck lost his mind and started clawing at the ground and trying to dig Eddie up with his bare hands. Now, even though the 8x6 callback to the well didn't appear to have any obvious effects on Buck and Eddie, it's possible the call in 8x7 might.
An actor from the TV show set of "Hotshots" gets injured and he ends up hanging from the 119's aerial. It's too eerily similar to a call the 118 was dispatched to in 6x10 and it's when Buck got struck by lightning and he died for 3 minutes and 17 seconds. However, this call seems to be more than just a similarity because all of the 118 team members are standing in positions and doing the same things they did in 6x10. It almost seems like TM (showrunner) is setting up something big and he's trying to jog someone's (Buck's) memory (it makes me think my Buddie Crack Theory [linked here] is still in play).
Reminder Buck was dead, so he has no idea what happened after he got struck but everyone else does. In CANON, no one has told him about that time period that he was hanging in the air and the look on his face in the promo makes it seem like he's trying to figure something out.
Let's get started.
After the 118 arrives on the scene, one of the first things I noticed is Eddie, Chimney and Buck are all standing in the same positions they were in before Buck climbed up the ladder in 6x10. Eddie and Chimney are right beside each other and Buck is standing away from them. In 6x10, he was preparing to go up the ladder.
The second thing I noticed was Bobby looking up at the Hotshots' actor the same way he looked up at Buck after he was struck.
Hen was looking up too the same way she did in 6x10.
Furthermore, Eddie's (it looks like Eddie on the left and Buck on the ladder on the right) position on the ladder in 8x7 appears to be the same as it was when he climbed up without a harness to save Buck.
There weren't any shots of Chimney looking up in 8x7 or of how he will be involved in the rescue but his role was key in 6x10 so I'm anxious to see how it will all play out.
Gerrard and Bobby are standing side by side and they're both looking up so I want to know if Bobby will have a flashback to Buck being struck and I also want to know if he'll have to tell Gerrard the best way to get the actor down.
I also noticed Chimney and Eddie are wearing sunglasses but no one else is. They all have them and since the sun is out and Buck's squinting when he looks up, it seems like he should be wearing a pair. Hen has eyeglasses that have lenses in them that transition to sunglasses but she's not wearing them. Also, I've noticed Eddie only wears sunglasses when he doesn't want anyone to see his eyes đ.
When Buck (on the right) and Eddie (on the left) start trying to rescue the actor, Buck starts yelling "No, no, no, no!" and it sounds similar to the yell he let out after he was struck by lightning.
Just saying.
It's unclear what TM is doing and no one will know until the episode airs but I'm excited to see if Eddie being in the same position he was in after Buck got struck will have an effect on him.
I'm excited for 8x7 and I hope the obvious call back will have some meaning and allow the 118 to remember what happened to Buck and hopefully, Buck will ask questions about what happened to him. Reminder, he STILL HASN'T PROCESSED HIS DEATH.
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ITâS FINALLY HERE SQUIRRELS!
OMG Iâve been biting my nails for weeks on how he is going to react. Already from the thumbnail we can guess that he is not happy and has reacted the exact same way as us.
So letâs dive into my highlights of his reactions. As always, under the cut to avoid spoilers. Here we go.
- Already from Dannyâs opening monologue heâs guessed exactly how most of this episode will go in terms of plot beat and story structure. But it is clear he doesnât know about the 90 minute finale.
- Love how Dannyâs immediate response to Crowleyâs heaven disguise is âYouâve only made him hotter!â Funnily enough he mentions âit looks like he invented whiskeyâ. Funny considering David Tennant did that add for whiskeyâŚ
- Danny is everyone when he heavily sighs when Maggie accidentally invites the demons in.
- Danny finally gets his payoff about the fly being the key.
- About Beelzebub and Gabriel. He so casually says âI kinda want them to fall in love and Iâll murder anyone who disagrees with meâ. Yeah, wellâŚat least ONE angel and demon couple got to do that and go off together! I also love how within 6 minutes he is 100% invested in their relationship.
- âDavid Forgettit. Azirawhoâ. HOW DARE YOU SIR!
- Good Omens fandom: deep dives into why no one recognises The Metatron when heâs in his corporal form. Danny when the Metatron enters the books shop: Whoâs this guy? Is this God? Did they recast God?! (Crowley then says the last time he saw him he was a big floating head) Oh itâs Zordon! Proving that, yep, it is THAT simply to trick everyone, no deep dives necessary.
- Danny points out Muriel is holding the Crow Road, but then doesnât try to deep dive into why thatâs important. And yeah, if you didnât know what that book is it doesnât really mean anything, but looking back at that scene, it is framed so deliberately that it HAS to mean something.
- And now we finally get to it. Dannyâs ENTIRE journey of reacting to the final fifteen. I could devote an entire post to everything that he says and does. The clutching of his chest and chair, the pleading of David Tennant to stop being such a great actor, his joy and heartbreak and yelling of âTHEY KISSING!â, the depths of despair of wanting to start up smoking, to getting really drunk even though itâs 11am, and to becoming addicted to cocaine. WE. ARE. ALL. STILL. THERE. MY FRIEND!
- Itâs funny how Danny went from being such an advocate for Aziraphale this entire time to just holding his head in his hands exclaiming âwhat the fuck I canât even, I canât even, why would you do that?â right at the very end.
Dannyâs whole reaction is interesting in that itâs such an immediate reaction, he doesnât have the luxury like us who have spent the last year and a bit overanalysing everything with a fine tooth comb. Because itâs almost like, maybe that is how we should be reacting? Love to hear everyoneâs thoughts on this and his reaction.
And thatâs the end. Hopefully he will react to the final 90 minutes once itâs released. What a journey. Now, I really feel like I need to rewatch the entire show over again.
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New Rehab Program - Pt 4
A/N: Hey if you wanna get tagged, just tell me! Cuz life makes me update slow, rip
Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of you being badly injured, mention of death, also you hate the Twilight saga
During the next couple of days, Shigaraki was oddly 'clingy'. Not physically, but he was always following you around like a dog or cat.
You were watching tv? He was there, sitting on the lazyboy, playing on his phone while sometimes, looking at what you're watching too.
In the kitchen? He was there, sitting on the kitchen island, still doing his own thing though.
The only times he wouldn't follow was when you were in the bathroom, or your bedroom. During those moments, he'd stay in his room. WITH HIS DOOR OPENED. He never closed it now!!
You didn't really understand that sudden switch in him until you decided to examine his behaviour.
From what you had observed, he was clearly grateful to be freed from this collar. That was an easy guess though because the day when you removed it, you put it on the counter. Guess what? Next day there was only a pile of dust left there.
It made you smile, because in all honesty, you would never put it back around his neck. He wasn't a wild animal or caveman with rabies.
You quickly realized that, him following you around, was his own way of saying that he appreciated your presence. Though, knowing his personality, you knew he'd tell you the opposite.
He was still quite silent but at least he didn't ignore you when you asked or talked to him.
You were more than glad to see all this progress when all you did was being kind and patient to him. Even if there was still lots of work to do.
"She should dust them both" Shigaraki hissed at the tv.
You had been bored and had decided to rewatch Twilight. Tomura was still on his phone but he was clearly more focused on the movie. You didn't like this saga but you watched it to see his reaction, to see if he disliked the franchise like you. Was it some kind of therapy? Not really, it was more like bonding time. So far, his reactions were hilarious but you kept your laughs inside.
"Why does Jacob has screen time? He should be a background character only" The white haired man hissed again.
At this point, your show wasn't Twilight anymore but Tomura.
"Why does Jasper keeps staring like a fucking moron? I want to kill him." He went silent for a few seconds. "Is Bella a fucking zombie? She has no emotions" He growled before adding. "If she's a zombie, that would fucking explain why she smells weird to them"
Your laughs escaped your mouth without your consent but you couldn't stop them.
Shigaraki snapped his head in your direction and raised a brow. "Why are you laughing?"
"Sorry it's you- You're just funny, 'cause I agree with you" You wiped your eyes, sighing with a smile.
"Was this a therapy?" He growled in a very low and menacing voice.
"No, I was bored and thought it could be fun" You chuckled and shrugged. "I like judging that saga with my friends"
"I'm not your friend" Tomura frowned.
"Maybe, but it's still fun, right?" You smiled.
Tomura narrowed his eyes as he stared at you, probably trying to decipher how the gears in your brain worked.
After that, he stayed silent for the rest of the movie. Even if his mouth was shut, you could read his body language. He hated that movie and that was an amusing sight.
During the week, All Might, Eraser Head, Tsukauchi and some of your bosses showed up.
You were all sitting at the dining table. Shigaraki and All Might sitting at both ends, right in front of each other. As if they were kings of some kind. Well, Tomura was trying to look intimidating but All Might? He probably just took the first chair he spotted.
As a normal civil, you'd think that everyone was pissed at each other but as a therapist or as someone very observing, you knew how to decipher people. All Might was nervous, Eraser Head was on his guard, even if he hid it quite well, your superiors were angry, Tsukauchi was calm but intrigued while Shigaraki was fuming. He hated those people.
What about you? You were nervous, sitting there in the middle of this silent war. And also because you removed Tomura's collar without anyone's permission, oops. Oh and with the help of All Might on top of thatâŚ.
Tsukauchi spoke first. "I will ask some questions to begin"
You nodded and dared a look in Shigaraki's direction, he was glaring at Tsukauchi. He knew he couldn't lie, because he knew the cop's quirk and that must be pissing him off.
"Have you two been manipulated to remove his collar?" The officer clicked his pen, turning to you and All Might.
"No" You and All Might shook your heads and Tsukauchi wrote something down before turning to the 'ex-criminal'.
"Have you manipulated them?"
It took a few seconds before Tomura only shook his head, clearly pouting at the officer's quirk. Tsukauchi could detect lies.
"Were you trying to hurt your therapist before your collar reacted?"
"Yes" The white haired man narrowed his crimson eyes.
Tsukauchi didn't seem surprised. "Why?"
"Because they were pissing me off"
Ha, yes, Tomura's famous excuse over anything really.
The inspector noted something before turning back to you. "Has he tried again?"
You shook your head.
Tsukauchi nodded before looking at your superiors, telling them that his part was done.
One of your employers sat down in front of you with a menacing frown. "Now, why did you remove his collar? Do you know the risks?"
Ah, there it was. The one million dollar question. You gulped as you felt everyone's eyes on you but not Tomura's. He was glaring at your superior. But why? Wasn't he interested into what you were about to say?
"Because it's inhuman, because he is NOT a wild animal with rabies. He is NOT a do who has to be put on a leash. He is HUMAN. No one should treat a human like this, it's unfair and cruel. Sure he probably did-"
"Nah, I never put a fucking collar on anyone. I just used handcuffs on that young brat and even removed it from him before he fucking decided to attack me."
"We're not talking to you, Shigaraki" Eraser Head frowned at the man.
Shigaraki only raised both his hands in a 'defensive' way and scoffed.
You decided to continue.
"Yes I know the risks. He can be dangerous, he has free will, like any of us. But I strongly believe that for example, forcing someone to eat when they don't want to is a very bad idea. Just like how you guys forced him into this therapy and forced him to wear the collar."
Everyone stayed silent as they registered what you said.
Oh fuck-
Maybe you spoke too much?
But before you could worry, a huge hand was softly put on your shoulder, All Might was smiling at you with pride and comfort in his eyes.
He was probably thinking that you were the perfect therapist for Tomura. That choosing you was the right choice.
You had only under 5 years of experience and yet, people liked you because you made the therapies different. And for some reason that you ignored, people had started talking about you and it had eventually landed in All Might's ears.
So when he showed up at your workplace, you were speechless. He had asked you, THE symbol of peace, had asked you to help him.
That day, you led him to your office, thinking that he needed therapy. He wasn't there for himself, but for Tomura Shigaraki.
At first, you honestly couldn't understand why he wanted to save the 'apprentice' of his now deceased, arch nemesis. Well no, All Might was known to help countless of people no matter who they were. But then he had revealed you something intriguing. Nana Shimura. Tomura's biological grandmother. Who was no other than All Might's mentor.
Again, you were speechless so you had let him continue. The way he spoke about her, she was a mother figure to him. It clicked in your mind. He wanted to save Tomura because he was family to him, because he felt a mountain of guilt on his shoulders for not being able to be there for the ex-villain.
Frankly, you weren't supposed to let your feelings decide as a therapist but this case touched your heart. You wanted to help. But also, if a criminal as bad as Shigaraki was open to get into therapy, wouldn't that mean he wasn't as bad as we think? Plus, that meant you could help fixing society, right?
You sighed with a smile and glanced at the white haired man.
The villain was staring at you as if you had just confessed that you were an alien sent on Earth.
You chuckled. How great would that be? No more crimes. Just peace and happiness. Sure it probably sounded like an impossible dream but hey, if you could save THE Tomura Shigaraki, you would be saving thousands of people, right?
Your superiors and the Pro Heroes discussed together about this whole 'collar removed' situation.
They weren't really happy with this but the heroes (mostly All Might), had taken your side. You were quite surprised that Eraser Head and Tsukauchi seemed to believe in you too. Again, hella surprising, but much appreciated.
You watched them leave with their cars as you stood in the doorway. Once they were away, you walked back inside and closed the door.
Tomura was still sitting at the table, staring at nothing.
"Are-" You remembered that he disliked being asked if he was okay. "Tomura? You're staring into the void"
He didn't react.
Hm, what could you do?
Ah right! He was obsessed with video games, from what you observed. Hell, you didn't even need to be a therapist to find that out. You decided to speak his 'language'.
"If you keep doing this, you'll start glitching and crash the game"
Tomura finally glanced at you with a scoff. You smiled, happy to see that it worked.
"Never been this close to Eraser Head.." He mumbled.
"Are you a fan?" You genuinely asked.
Shigaraki's face scrunched up as he frowned. "No"
You nodded, you weren't going to ask more so you only headed to the living room.
And just like the past few days, he followed a few seconds later. He plopped on the couch and grabbed his phone while you turned your favorite console on. You picked a new game.
After an hour, you weren't far into it but it had piqued Tomura's curiosity as he often looked up at the TV screen. You were struggling with a boss.
"Don't"
You didn't listen, you were stubborn when you had an idea.
"Dodge! Just- Damn it! What the hell are you doing??"
"I AM dodging!" You replied back.
"No you're not, hand me that!" He leaned towards you and reached for the controller. But you stubbornly refused and stretched both arms away from him, while still holding it.
Did you forget that he was also stubborn? Yes, yes you did. He almost climbed on top of you to snatch the god damn controller.
"Tomura! I can do it on my own! Go away!" You tried pushing him back to his place with your foot but as you both stretched further to keep, (or grab) the controller, you dropped it on the floor.
"HA! Dibs!" The white haired man jumped off the couch to snatch it.
"No!" You quickly grabbed his shirt and he fell on you.
It hurt, you both groaned then immediately froze when you realized, with wide eyes, how close your faces were from each other. You both stared at the other for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned his face closer and closer until your lips were just an inch away. You were short circuiting and shut your eyes hard, panicking a little.
Suddenly his weight was gone.
You opened your eyes, letting out a breath that you'd been holding. Your heart was also pounding, ready to break your ribcage while Tomura was sitting on the floor, in front of the tv, like nothing happened. He didn't seem to give a shit either because he had snatched the controller when you closed your eyes.
But- What happened?
Your cheeks were red and you felt like the room had suddenly become warmer.
Seriously- What the fuck just happened??
Blood
Everywhere
All around you
Shigaraki was holding you tightly against him, screaming in rage and agony. But why?
It was your blood
Your stomach had been shot and you were unconscious⌠Or dead? In his arms.
He was in pain too, but not physically. He only had small scratches. But his heart? It felt like someone had stabbed it
The young man closed his eyes as he cried. But why was he crying?
And when he reopened his eyes to look at you, the first thing he saw was his pillow that he was clutching against him. It quickly vanished into dust so the villain sat up, confusedly looking around. He was in his bed, right next to his gaming desk. He was back home, but how? Oh right, a dream. The white haired man glanced at the dust on his bed. He didn't care about his pillow right now.
He stood up, Tomura couldn't understand that weird dream. Why was his heart pounding in his chest? Why was his eyes felt itchy? He didn't like you. Did he? No, no he didn't. It was just a stupid dream. Maybe it was that weird werewolf vampire saga that messed up his brain, nothing else.
And yet, even if it was 2 am, he instinctively walked to your doorway. It was never closed for some reason, so he looked at your silhouette sleeping softly.
The bloodied scene came back to his mind and his heart restarted to ache. He couldn't understand, you were there, safe and sound. Sleeping peacefully. Nothing bad happened to you.
He decided to go back to sleep, but first, he needed to clean his bed.
Why did he needed to check up on you? It was only a dream so of course you were fine. His feelings were dumb, he frowned.
What the fuck did you do to him?
A/N: OOOOOOOH THE FEELINGS HAVE STARTED TO SHOW HEHEHE >:3
Pt 3
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Thinking about Rultialps in the College AU....
Rain Lubina, only child of Mist Lubina, is currently in school for dance. While he did get a bit of a scholarship and financial aid, he still has things he needed to pay for. Text books and supplies aren't cheap. He works down at The Ministry, a local college bar that's VERY active as a go-go dancer and bartender with his best friend Dewdrop.
The week before Finals is always the busiest, and unfortunately, Rain is scheduled every single night shift. He's making a Devil's Den cocktail when another customer slides in one of the spare chairs, leaning over with a big smile, another one next to him.
It's simple, kind. "What can I get for you two?"
How the shorter one looks at the taller. "What they say?"
"They asked what we wanted."
"Ohh," Rain smiles a bit. "In a deaf and mute town and you don't know sign? Shame on you." A sweet tease.
"Hey, cut me some slack! I know some, I'm still learning. But tell you what, let me buy you a shot on top of ours, I'll show you what I do know." He's smiling even wider somehow, the other just rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
"You're cute, but I don't drink when I'm working."
"Then what time do you get off?"
"You don't even know my name."
The smaller looks at the other. "They said you don't even know his name."
"Damn! You're right. Okay, okay, restart. I'm Swiss, and this is my fiance, Mountain. Use mine for the tab. Now, you?"
"Rain."
He's pulling out two shot glasses, laughing to himself as Swiss keeps trying and trying, it's almost humorous! Cute, too. Sliding them over and leaning over to meet Swiss a little bit.
"You're cute and all, but I have other customers. Can't keep my attention just for yourself."
Swiss hums, looking at Mountain who gives a little nod. "Oh, baby I know a lot of ways to keep your attention."
But it's just met with a flick on the nose as Rain moves towards the end of the bar, taking more orders and occasionally glancing back. And phew, Swiss TRIES. Finally got to the point Mountain hit him upside the head for constantly waving him down just to flirt. "They're working, asshole."
With a bit of a sad puppy look, they move from their bar to a booth, but Rain can still feel their eyes, and if he looks hard enough can see where they're sitting amongst the crowds. He doesn't have time to mourn though as another wave of customers come in an hour until close.
Finally... FINALLY, his bar is empty and clean. All his tabs are closed except for one andâ Except for one?
Looks up and sees Swiss and Mountain, laughing in their own world with some empty baskets and even more empty glasses. He just takes Swiss' receipt and walks his happy self over, Swiss gasping once he notices and tapping Mountain.
"Babe, babe, pretty guy is coming over!"
"Yes, and I'm sure they just heard you, too."
"Oh fuck do you think?"
Rain is giggling before sitting across in the rounded booth, placing down the receipt and watching them take it. Mountain grumbling but still pulling his wallet out while Swiss is back to flirting.
Just sighs dreamily. "You're so pretty. Why are you working here? Should be a housewife..."
"Househusband."
"My bad, househusband. Just spoiled and can relax your feet, and we'd take care of you- why are you so pretty? Mountain tell him to stop being so pretty." He's whining, leaning against Mountain who's babying him.
"Rain wants to leave. Why don't you let him cash us out, and your drunk ass can go to bed?"
"Noo, I wanna go to bed with him!"
Rain just waves them goodbye as Mountain is practically dragging Swiss out who's still singing about how unfair it is Rain is so pretty, even Dew sending a questioning glance as he's sweeping; Rain just shrugs and goes back to helping close. It's the next day as Rain goes into the local dispensary and sees the same guy that was head over heels for him.
"Rain! Look at you, are you stalking me?" Swiss is laughing a little, leaning over the counter. "Usually in those crime shows it's the other way, but hey! I don't discriminate!"
"I'll be considered too pretty to stand trial. Isn't that right?"
"Ohh, very much so. What can I help YOU with this time, sweetheart?"
Just browsing through different vapes and pens, before settling on a new kind Swiss recommends.
"You know... I work tonight."
"Oh, I'd love to bother you again but I'm still not over this hangover."
"I'm dancing, not bartending."
"Dancing?"
Swiss and Mountain are at the bottom of his stage, Swiss' jaw dropped and staring hard at Rain. Just a skin tight body suit that's cut right before the thighs, boots that make up for it at the knees, and an LED face mask. How Rain leans down to his knees, reaching forwards and caressing Swiss' jawline, bringing him closer before letting the plastic touch Swiss' lips, snatching his pen, pulling down his mask and taking a hit. A few more, and he honestly doesn't remember much but the feeling of Swiss stumbling while holding him, shoving him against Mountain and hurried to take off clothes.
Remembers staring at the two before him with both amazement and nervousness, how he happily smoked more with them as they took turns on him. Folded in half by Mountain while Swiss settled near his head.
Yeah... That's about it until he woke up, staring at a tapestry hanging from the ceiling, sandwiched and being held by two bodies. His thighs sticky and his insides feeling heavy, just huffing and burying his face in Mountain's chest who just holds him tighter.
Learns over breakfast at a waffle house that they both work at the dispensary, Mountain is a cannabis director, Swiss as a budtender. Numbers exchanged, and they're even nice enough to drive him back to his dorm, Dew looking at him away from his phone.
"You're such a slut, do you know that?" Rain just takes off his sneakers and throws it at him. "Hey! Ow! Don't be mad at me! Just stating the obvious you're banging customers."
"And you're making people pay."
Dew just smiles and flips him off, letting him crawl up next to him and peek at whatever he's watching.
"Two boyfriends, huh?"
"They're NOT my boyfriends."
They're dating within a week, Rain even sneaking them into the dorm while Dewy is out. Sometimes staying in their little nicknamed hippie apartment. Just Rain and his two stoner boyfriends skkwkd
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SOCKATHAN YAOI REVIEW
Disclaimer: This will contain spoilers (kind of) for Welcome to Hell 2 Part 1 and Welcome to Hell. You should probably go watch that. Its made by Erica Wester and its PRETTY cool.)
My Yaoi Entrepreneurs, I'll be blunt with you. I know we've ALL seen gay people, maybe in the streets, maybe at the park. You might even see one in your home now, so lets be honest with ourselves. Sock is DEFINITELY gay, bisexual at LEAST.
The OTHER one on the other hand.. its a little bit harder to say.. I'll probably find something though..
Lets make one thing clear, when I say Yaoi in this review. I don't mean ANYTHING inappropriate. Its just my special way of saying gay people.. I'm kinda magical in that sense.
Lets just get the first one done and over with a simple section I like to call:
EVIDENCE 1: SOCK IN GENERAL
okay so FIRST of all the FIRST time we see sock, they call Jonathan "hot stuff" while being in a fridge. I'm not sure about you but that's love if I ever saw it.
After that they introduce you to Sock killing his parents. One key point after another. If Sock being gay wasn't important, then WHY was it shown BEFORE telling us Sock's (other) main trait. Checkmate liberals.
Sock would then get the report from Mephistopheles, and you COULD say its just because the camera zoomed in, but its literally the most light ever seen in Sock's eyes.
And then Sock went on to ruin Jonathan's day, making him look crazy, and Jonathan SOMEHOW got blamed for knocking down that desk, I swear I think the teachers just hate him. I'm not sure about you but I certainly cant KNOCK over a desk thats right next to me.
He was WRITING too.. would a guilty man of desk flipping WRITE?? NO!!
And not to mention that Sock made Jonathan look DUMB in front of the faceless brothers which was probably the closest time that Sock did their job right.
Sock absolutely ruined it today.. but can you blame them? They're new to the job, give them some SLACK.
But the upcoming days, Sock was so whimsical.
Yeah SURE. Sock is still telling Jonathan to kill himself, but they just don't want to get fired!!
Not to mention the fact that they stared at Jonathan while they were taking a piss, but there's nothing odd about that.
And also near the end, Mephistopheles calls sock out on liking the guy, and Sock stutters. You just have to take my word for it.
SOCK IN GENERAL 2 [PART 1]
If you saw Welcome to Hell 2 [Part 1], you already know what I'm gonna comment about. Sock went on to call Jonathan's mother, hot. They then went on to say "Must be where you got it from, huh? You definitely got her butt at least."
When Jonathan goes on a walk and Sock follows them and says after Jonathan says he doesn't wanna be friends with them. (We'll get back to that)
"Oh wow, come to think of it, You don't really have ANYONE do YOU? What's that feel like? Knowing you're gonna die alone." to which Jonathan snaps back with "I dunno Sock, you tell me."
Now at first, this looks like a scene of ANTI SOCKATHAN propaganda, but think with me here, yaoiers. How would Jonathan know that Sock died alone??
I understand if he just guessed, since sock DOES look like someone who would die alone, or he just said whatever comeback that came to his head but if not, Sock ALREADY told Jonathan about their past life.
If what I KNOW is true, Sock VENTED to Jonathan about their life before they died in LESS than a week, since Sock just now sees Jonathan's mother in the first part, and due to a comment made by the creator.
Sock REALLY trusts this guy, maybe Mephistopheles didn't want to hear them vent, but maybe its JUST because Sock wanted Jonathan to do the same. but they probably didn't.
And then near the end, Sock says to Jonathan when he snatched his employee manual
"Jonathan, if something happens to you-"
Actually, I think this is pretty weak evidence but I thought I'd include it, since a teacher would say the same thing if a kindergartener was up on a high shelf.
That segment was PRETTY lengthy, but I PROMISE you, the others will be shorter, I just.. didn't expect there to be so much for Sock...
EVIDENCE 2: SOCK SUCKS AT THEIR JOB.
Jonathan was DEAD ON when they told Sock that they suck at their job. And quite honestly.. I could've done it better.. I could've got Jonathan to kill himself (theoretically) on the FIRST day, and if you wouldn't use my strategy, I promise you that there's probably several other you could use for the teenager that you want them to kill themselves at home.
STEP 1: GRAB A WEAPON
Since Sock is seen to be able to flip over a desk and they're able to HOLD Jonathan's journal (Shock or not), I should THEORITCALLY be able to grab a weapon, now for this strategy, I suggest you pick a nonlethal option, only to have a lethal option around, for this example, I will be using a sledgehammer.
After swinging that at the noggin, Jonathan would drop unconscious, probably with brain damage (that don't matter though)
STEP 2: POSSESS THE TEENAGER
Now it MAY not be like this in w2h, but Mephistopheles was able to possess Jonathan when he was DEAD (Probably), so It should hopefully work when they're out of consciousness.
STEP 3: KILL YOURSELF.
Alright now I KNOW that sounds bad.. but it wouldn't be MY hands to kill him. Grab the nearby lethal and SHOOT. THAT. TEENAGER!! Your boss may not agree with the logistics of this, but you get the job done.
This simulation was to PROVE that Sock atleast CARES a bit about Jonathan to want to get to know him. and to not kill him on the spot. Now if It was the other way around.. I'm not exactly sure..
EVIDENCE 3: JONATHAN KINDA HATES SOCK
(he looks like hes standing up to a school bully)
At the beginning of Welcome to Hell, hes clearly annoyed and STILL is annoyed by some of Sock's actions by the end, but he atleast isn't mad enough to NOT act like he could put up with Sock. I think the closest thing to gayness from Jonathan was when he moved the backpack for Sock to sit down.
In Welcome to Hell 2, he IS PISSED at this guy, and honestly, if Sock kept on knocking down those desks, i CANT blame him..
Maybe Sock kinda ruined the vibe when they expressed their love for Jonathan's mother, its hard to say really..
Jonathan makes this very clear that he DOESN'T even wanna be Sock's friend, I mean HAVE YOU HEARD THE THEME SONG?
SUMMARY:
Sock wasn't able to win Jonathan's heart, making him tonight's biggest loser.
YAOI: 6.5/10
#welcome to hell#w2h#w2h2#w2h sock#w2h jonathan#welcome to hell 2#sockathan#sock sowachowski#yaoi#yaoireview#jonathan combs
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Son of divorce Rosquez AU. David has already confirmed to us that Valentino actually sent him a DM congratulating him and thanking him for the celebration. If that happened in the AU how would David feel? Because it has been quite private and hidden while, for example, a few weeks before he republished Alex Albon's (f1) helmet that he made in his honor. I'm between whether he would take it as a step forward or badly. I mean, in the sense that a stranger deserves that he make public his thanks but his own son can only have an MD?? Although an MD is also more personal. Idk. I feel that Marc, upon finding out, would also be conflicted, because its another way of not publicly recognizing David as his son but at the same time he has recognized his son even if it is in private.
Oh my god, Calia, I am so sorry that it took me an eternity to answer. I swear I didn't mean.
Thank you so much. I think you nailed it pretty good. Honestly, I think David would be pretty happy because he just wants to be aknowledged by his dad so he spents a good 10 minutes just jumping around and being happy. Sure, I think he'd be disappointed about not getting a public review like so many other did already but he knows the situation is complicated so he takes everything he can get and digs his claws in. I also think he wouldn't answer right away. I think he would tell Marc and Alex, maybe his grandparents and ask them what they think he should reply because he doesn't want to seen eager and annoy Vale. (Seeing how nervous and excited he is, breaks Marcs heart a little bit cause he is once again reminded that he is not David's everything. David still wants more. He still wants his other father even after everything Vale put him/ them through)
I'd say Marc is more concerned because he doesn't get what it means. Does Vale want to start making amends? Is this a way to get back in touch? Like an olive branch? And what does the 2nd part with the 'hope see each other soon' mean? Does he want to invite him to the ranch? Or is it all just publicity? He doesn't trust this whole thing. But it makes David happy so maybe it isn't that bad... Right? And Luca is at the ranch too. Luca surely influenced Vale. (he send him a text - yes, Luca helped Vale phrase the message and Uccio has no idea which calms Marc A LOT) So... Maybe it isn't as bad as he expected.
Nonetheless he can't know what will happen. He doesn't want David to get his hopes up too high. What if Vale was just being polite but didn't mean anything if it? What if this is a one off and then they'll never hear anything (good) from him again? What if this whole thing just ends up hurting his baby?
Oh yes he is very conflicted about this message.
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Dead Man Walking: Chapter Two
Chapter Summary: You tell Chan and Hongjoong how you ended up alone. Afterward, you get to know the group and start to work on pulling your weight.
Warnings: Descriptions of violent deaths, allusions to SA, suicidal thoughts
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You refused to look up from your lap, scared that you would lose your fragile composure.Â
âIt happened a little over three weeks ago,â you began, already feeling the sting of tears at the back of your eyes. âI wasnât alone in the beginning. I was with four other people. My two brothers, Noah and Ethan, and their girlfriends, Emma and Grace.
We were trying to make our way north. Ethan had heard a rumor that the dead donât like the cold. We had set up our camp for the night in the woods at the edge of the city. It was the middle of the night and it was my turn to take watch.â You paused to suck in a shaky breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.Â
âI fell asleep. I woke up to screaming. A group of, like, ten men ambushed us. One of them slit Noahâs throat and fed him to a zombie they had on a leash. Four of them crushed Ethanâs head with their boots and shotguns. Me, Emma, and Grace were clinging to each other. The men surrounded us, talking about bringing us back to their camp so they could have some fun.â You spat at the memory.Â
âThree of the men moved to grab us while the others gathered our stuff for themselves. All of a sudden, Grace screamed and threw herself into the men. She told me and Emma to run. I was frozen, but Emma pulled me up and dragged me toward a thicker area of trees. Someone shot her in the leg. She pushed me forward, begging me to keep running. The last thing I saw was their pet zombie ripping into her neck.
Iâve been alone since then. Iâve been in a pretty hazy state of mind, I donât know how I wasnât killed. Before Yeosang found me, I was wandering around the shops for anything useful. I turned a corner and saw the herd a block away. One of them must have smelled me, cus they started sprinting toward me. I was going to let them kill me, I was tired and so, so lonely. But in my mind I heard Emma and Grace yelling for me to run, to survive, and I ran on instinct. Thatâs when Yeosang grabbed me.â You finally lifted your gaze to the men sitting across from you. They looked back at you with a mix of sadness and understanding.
âIâm sorry. Weâve lost people, too, but I canât imagine how you must have felt seeing your family taken so cruelly,â Chris sighed, trying to offer some comfort with a kind look in his eyes. You sniffled and swiped at the traitorous tear that escaped.
âIt was my fault. If I hadnât fallen asleep, I would have seen them coming. Theyâd probably be alive right now. It should have beenââ
âDonât.â Hongjoong interrupted, speaking for the first time since you met him. âDonât you dare say it shouldâve been you. Whatâs done is done, the past canât be changed. Mourn them. But you canât give up. If you die, their memory dies too. Then theyâre truly gone.â His words cut into you deep and you couldnât hold back your sobs any longer. You hunched in on yourself, burying your face in your hands.
âYou can stay with us.â Chanâs voice was closer now. You felt hands on your knees, and looked up to see him crouching in front of you. Your body sagged in relief as Chan ran his thumbs in soothing circles on the tops of your thighs.Â
âMinho told us that youâre an âalmost doctor.ââ Hongjoong stated with air quotes after you calmed down. âWhat does that mean?â Chan moved to sit beside his co-leader again.
âI was in my last semester of medical school. I was in my residency and getting ready for commencement. I was going to be an emergency room physician, and already had a job lined up.â The leaders shared a look of approval.
âWe need to get our inventory more organized. Minho is trying to do it all himself and wonât admit he needs help. Can you try to get him to split the responsibility?â Chris asked. âWe obviously wonât need medical attention all the time, so inventory can be your secondary job.â
âIâll try, but I canât make any promises,â you agreed. They told you where you could find Minho, so you headed toward what used to be the officeâs break room. You made a pit-stop at the maintenance room to pick up your backpack and peeped in the break room. As promised, Minho was sifting through the groupâs resources.Â
âWhat do you want?â Minho didnât even look up at you to ask. You stepped fully into the room.
âChris asked me to help with inventory. I figured I could take over for the medical supplies.â
âYou figured wrong, I can handle it,â he denied. You bristled at his cold tone and marched over to stand directly in front of him, arms crossed over your chest.
âI donât want to argue with you, Minho. I know you donât trust me, but Chris and Hongjoong agreed to let me stay. If Iâm going to help, I need to know what medical supplies you have,â you asserted. Minho finally looked up at you with a scowl. When you looked closely at his face, he was pale and clammy with prominent dark circles.Â
âI donât need help,â he snapped at you.Â
âYouâre tired, I can see it.â Minhoâs eyes narrowed while yours softened. âYou look pale, a little clammy, and you have horrible dark circles under your eyes. Youâre taking on too much at once and youâre going to burn out if you donât let someone take some of the responsibility.â You could see his inner conflict in his eyes.Â
âWhat do you have in mind?â He asked hesitantly. You smiled gently and pulled one of the chairs over to sit in front of him.Â
âSplit everything into categories, and have one person in charge of each category. I would say we split it into medical supplies, food and drinks, miscellaneous items, and weapons,â you suggested. Minho tapped his fingers on his chin, considering your words. Slowly, he nodded.Â
âThatâs⌠not a bad idea,â he admitted.Â
âThanks, I think. Obviously I would take over the medical supplies, but you know this group better than I do right now. Who would you want to put in charge of the other categories?â The room fell to silence while Minho mulled over his decision. You didnât want to pressure him, so you busied yourself with finding notebooks to catalog everything. This turned out to be a very easy task. The former office building had an abundance of extra notebooks, pens, markers, and various other stationary supplies. You brought four notebooks and a marker back to your seat. On the cover of the first notebook, you wrote âMedical Suppliesâ and your name underneath.Â
âI want to do the food and drinks. Jongho should do the miscellaneous, and Changbin and San should split the weapons, one in charge of guns and the other silent weapons.â As Minho spoke, you wrote the category and group member name on the front covers of each notebook, grabbing one more for both weapon categories.Â
âOkay, letâs go let them know. I still donât know everyoneâs names, though.â You stacked your notebooks, hooked pens onto the spirals, and tucked the marker into your pocket.
âIâll introduce you.â Minho led you out of the break room. He went through each room, pointing out what it was used for and telling you the names of anyone inside. Jongho was the quiet guy from the rooftop and he readily agreed to his new role. You handed him the notebook and pen and he immediately left to get everything written down. You had met almost everyone, with the final two being the appointed weapons masters.
âChangbin, San, I have an offer for you,â Minho called out as he pushed open the door to the maintenance room. These two were the obvious muscle of the group. Both of them were absolutely jacked.
âWhatâs up?â The shorter of the two furrowed his eyebrows, looking warily between you and Minho.
âI want you two to take charge of our weapons catalog. Who wants to take guns and who wants silent weapons?â The way he phrased it made this more like a demand rather than an offer.Â
âOh! Iâm glad youâre finally letting us help, man. I donât mind either way. You have a preference, San?â You could finally put the final names to their respective faces.Â
âI can take the silent weapons.â You added Sanâs name to the silent weapons notebook and handed it to him, doing the same for Changbin and the gun notebook. They, too, got to work cataloging the groupâs weapons. You and Minho returned to the break room, joining Jongho to work in silence. Jongho had moved the miscellaneous supplies to one of the long tables along the wall of the break room. He was breaking the supplies into subcategories while Minho got the food organized in the cabinets.
âIs there another room I can bring the medical supplies to? I donât want to have to treat wounds in the same place we eat.â Minho nodded and showed you to one of the empty offices. It was just big enough to fit a desk, office chair, and a hip-height cabinet. The desk and cabinet were both, thankfully, empty. You wheeled the office chair back to the break room and began piling up the medical supplies.
âWow, you guys have a lot of good stuff here,â you remarked. âWhat, did you raid a hospital before you settled down?â
âYes,â Minho and Jongho answered at the same time.Â
âOh!�� You decided against asking any more questions. It took two trips to get all of the supplies to your new office. You put most of the supplies in the cabinet, delighted that there were shelves for more storage space. You kept most of the over the counter medications on top of the cabinet so the group would have easy access to them. You left a note reading âlet Y/N know if you take any meds!â taped to the wall above the cabinet. You decided that the desk would serve as your exam table. You were so engrossed in your work that you didnât hear Felix come in.
âWow, you actually got this looking like a doctorâs office.â You yelped, dropping your pen and swinging around to glare at the Aussie from your spot on the floor. He cackled behind his hand, leaning against the doorway.Â
âFelix! Donât sneak up on me!â
âHoly shit, sorry, but you jumped like a foot off the ground,â he teased while clutching his stomach. You rolled your eyes.
âAlright, alright! Itâs not that funny. What did you need?â You huffed and changed the subject.
âDinnerâs ready. Weâve been shouting for you for a couple minutes now,â he explained.Â
âOh, shit, sorry.â You quickly stood and followed Felix to the break room. Minho was dishing out small portions of rice topped with a slice of spam.Â
âFinally! Chan wonât let us start eating until everyone gets their plate,â Jisung complained. You muttered an apology, more focused on the food. Youâve only had a granola bar today, and that was right after you woke up. Minho handed you a plate and you had to force yourself to eat it slowly.Â
âI saw the new inventory notebooks. Good job, guys,â Chris praised.Â
âI like how you divided the supplies up. It makes things a lot easier to find.â Hongjoong agreed. You perked up at the praise, pleased that you were earning your place in the group.
âWhoâs going on the run tomorrow?â Seonghwa chimed in, looking at the groupâs leaders.
âHyunjin, San, Wooyoung, and Seungmin. It should be a quick one, there and back within a few hours,â Chan answered. âTheyâre gonna head out after breakfast.â The rest of the evening went by in a blur. After dinner, you finished up your inventory list then joined everyone else in a large waiting room-looking area of the building. Thin blankets were strewn across the carpeted floor.
You sat against the wall, pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them. Yeosang quietly removed himself from Jisungâs crushing hug to sit beside you. The group split into various cuddle piles but still included everyone in conversation. You stayed quiet for the most part, opting to listen to the others talk. You chimed in every now and then, and answered their questions about medical school and your home state. One by one, the group members succumbed to sleep. Mingi stayed up on first watch, looking out of a nearly invisible slit in the wood planks.Â
Falling asleep sitting up would leave your neck sore in the morning, but your contentment and feeling of safety being surrounded by others made it worth the discomfort.
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I really do like your Dadmare AU
It gives me comfort & I'm a huge fan of the Dadmare concept â¤ď¸
Eeeeeee thank you!! <3
I'm glad to hear it brings somebody comfort, if there's two things I want my art to be in this fandom it's silly and soft so I'm happy it's working so far :D And yeah, I know a lot of people aren't into it cause it's super fanon and ooc but I'm just a huge sucker for criminal found family, so I'll keep on clocking in for my shift at the dadmare factory o7
Also I wanted to do a couple of dadmare doodles for you since this ask made me happy and uh, one of them kinda got away from me I don't know if you can tell
^A picture Dream captions: My brother and the son he "doesn't have"
#UTDR#Ask#Anon#UTMV#Dadmare#Thank you anon this really made me smile <3#Dream is still not great at taking pictures but he's learning#Which is bad news for Nightmare lol#Dadmare enjoyers lets gooooo :D#-to bed because it's late here#Also this ask reminded me of the big(ish) project I want to work on#I should get back on that!! <He says right at the end of his week off#I will work on it I *will* because it's important to me and it's for the dadmare enjoyers
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Look.
I have made you a chart. A very simple chart.
People say "You have to draw the line somewhere, and Biden has crossed it-" and my response is "Trump has crossed way more lines than Biden".
These categories are based off of actual policy enacted by both of these men while they were in office.
If the ONLY LINE YOU CARE ABOUT is line 12, you have an incredible amount of privilege, AND YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT PALESTINIANS. You obviously have nothing to fear from a Trump presidency, and you do not give a fuck if a ceasefire actually occurs. You are obviously fine if your queer, disabled, and marginalized loved ones are hurt. You clearly don't care about the status of American democracy, which Trump has openly stated he plans to destroy on day 1 he is in office.
EDIT:
Ok fine, I spent 3 hours compiling sources for all of these, you can find that below the cut.
I'll give at least one link per subject area. There are of course many more sources to be read on these subject areas and no post could possibly give someone a full education on these subjects.
Biden and trans rights: https://www.hrc.org/resources/president-bidens-pro-lgbtq-timeline
Trump and trans rights: https://www.aclu.org/news/lgbtq-rights/trump-on-lgbtq-rights-rolling-back-protections-and-criminalizing-gender-nonconformity
The two sources above show how Biden has done a lot of work to promote trans rights, and how Trump did a lot of work to hurt trans rights.
Biden on abortion access: https://www.cnn.com/2022/07/08/politics/what-is-in-biden-abortion-executive-order/index.html
Trump on abortion access: https://apnews.com/article/abortion-trump-republican-presidential-election-2024-585faf025a1416d13d2fbc23da8d8637
Biden openly supports access to abortion and has taken steps to protect those rights at a federal level even after Roe v Wade was overturned. Trump, on the other hand, was the man who appointed the judges who helped overturn Roe v Wade and he openly brags about how proud he is of that decision. He also states that he believes individual states should have the final say in whether or not abortion is legal, and that he trusts them to "do the right thing", meaning he supports stronger abortion bans.
Biden on environmental reform: https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/statements-releases/2021/10/07/fact-sheet-president-biden-restores-protections-for-three-national-monuments-and-renews-american-leadership-to-steward-lands-waters-and-cultural-resources/
Trump on environmental reform: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/climate/trump-environment-rollbacks-list.html
Biden has made major steps forward for environmental reform. He has restored protections that Trump rolled back. He has enacted many executive orders and more to promote environmental protections, including rejoining the Paris Accords, which Trump withdrew the USA from. Trump is also well known for spreading conspiracy theories and lies about global climate change, calling it a "Chinese hoax".
Biden on healthcare and prescription reform: https://www.hhs.gov/about/news/2023/06/09/biden-administration-announces-savings-43-prescription-drugs-part-cost-saving-measures-president-bidens-inflation-reduction-act.html
Trump on healthcare reform: https://www.cnn.com/2024/01/07/politics/obamacare-health-insurance-ending-trump/index.html
I'm rolling healthcare and prescriptions and vaccines and public health all into one category here since they are related. Biden has lowered drug costs, expanded access to medicaid, and ACA enrollment has risen during his presidency. He has also made it so medical debt no longer applies to a person's credit score. He signed many executive orders during his first few weeks in office in order to get a handle on Trump's grievous mishandling of the COVID pandemic. Trump also wants to end the ACA. Trump is well known for refusing to wear a mask during the pandemic, encouraging the use of hydroxylchloroquine to "treat" COVID, and being openly anti-vaxx.
Biden on student loan forgiveness: https://www.ed.gov/news/press-releases/biden-harris-administration-announces-additional-77-billion-approved-student-debt-relief-160000-borrowers
Trump on student loan forgiveness: https://www.forbes.com/sites/adamminsky/2024/06/20/trump-knocks-bidens-vile-student-loan-forgiveness-plans-suggests-reversal/
Trump wants to reverse the student loan forgiveness plans Biden has enacted. Biden has already forgiven billions of dollars in loans and continues to work towards forgiving more.
Infrastructure funding:
I'm putting these links next together because they are all about infrastructure.
In general, Trump's "achievements" for infrastructure were to destroy environmental protections to speed up projects. Many of his plans were ineffective due to the fact that he did not clearly outline where the money was going to come from, and he was unwilling to raise taxes to pay for the projects. He was unable (and unwilling) to pass a bipartisan infrastructure bill during his 4 years in office. He did sign a few disaster relief bills. He did not enthusiastically promote renewable energy infrastructure. He created "Infrastructure Weeks" that the federal government then failed to fund. Trump did not do nothing for infrastructure, but his no-tax stance and his dislike for renewable energy means the contributions he made to American infrastructure were not as much as he claimed they were, nor as much as they could have been. Basically, he made a lot of promises, and delivered on very few of them. He is not "against" infrastructure, but he's certainly against funding it.
Biden was able to pass that bipartisan bill after taking office. The Bipartisan Infrastructure Plan that Trump tried to prevent from passing during Biden's term contains concrete funding sources and step by step plans to rebuild America's infrastructure. If you want to read the plan, you can find it here: https://www.whitehouse.gov/build/guidebook/. Biden has done far more for American infrastructure than Trump did, most notably by actually getting the bipartisan bill through congress.
Biden on Racial Equity: https://www.npr.org/sections/president-biden-takes-office/2021/01/26/960725707/biden-aims-to-advance-racial-equity-with-executive-actions
Trump on Racial Equity: https://www.axios.com/2024/04/01/trump-reverse-racism-civil-rights https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-us-canada-37230916
Trump's racist policies are loud and clear for everyone to hear. We all heard him call Mexicans "Drug dealers, criminals, rapists". We all watched as he enacted travel bans on people from majority-Muslim nations. Biden, on the other hand, has done quite a lot during his term to attempt to reconcile racism in this country, including reversing Trump's "Muslim ban" the first day he was in office.
Biden on DEI: https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/presidential-actions/2021/06/25/executive-order-on-diversity-equity-inclusion-and-accessibility-in-the-federal-workforce/
Trump on DEI: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/trump-tried-to-crush-the-dei-revolution-heres-how-he-might-finish-the-job/ar-BB1jg3gz
Biden supports DEI and has signed executive orders and passed laws that support DEI on the federal level. Trump absolutely hates DEI and wants to eradicate it.
Biden on criminal justice reform: https://time.com/6155084/biden-criminal-justice-reform/
Trump on criminal justice reform: https://www.vox.com/2020-presidential-election/21418911/donald-trump-crime-criminal-justice-policy-record https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2024/05/trumps-extreme-plans-crime/678502/
From pardons for non-violent marijuana convictions to reducing the federal government's reliance on private prisons, Biden has done a lot in four years to reform our criminal justice system on the federal level. Meanwhile, Trump has described himself as "tough on crime". He advocates for more policing, including "stop and frisk" activities. Ironically it's actually quite difficult to find sources about what Trump thinks about crime, because almost all of the search results are about his own crimes.
Biden on military support for Israel: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/national-security/biden-obama-divide-closely-support-israel-rcna127107
Trump on military support for Israel: https://www.vox.com/politics/353037/trump-gaza-israel-protests-biden-election-2024
Biden supports Israel financially and militarily and promotes holding Israel close. So did Trump. Trump was also very pro-Israel during his time in office and even moved the embassy to Jerusalem and declared Jerusalem the capitol of Israel, a move that inflamed attitudes in the region.
Biden on a ceasefire: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2024/06/05/gaza-israel-hamas-cease-fire-plan-biden/73967659007/
Trump on a ceasefire: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/donald-trump/trump-israel-gaza-finish-problem-rcna141905
Trump has tried to be quiet on the issue but recently said he wants Israel to "finish the problem". He of course claims he could have prevented the whole problem. Trump also openly stated after Oct 7th that he would bar immigrants who support Hamas from the country and send in officers to American protests to arrest anyone supporting Hamas.
Biden meanwhile has been quietly urging Netanyahu to accept a ceasefire deal for months, including the most recent announcement earlier in June, though it seems as though that deal has finally fallen through as well.
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