#I'm not surprised it was cancelled but deeply disappointed

[miniaturesharktyphoon]

I'm gonna go crawl in a hole and die

[cecebeanie]

Sadly, I entered this fandom quite late, I lost so much of the joy of it. But, this anime truly changed my life, it made me see my life and my experiences under a new light, made me fall in love once more with ice skating, taught me so much about love and life.

I got to know some amazing people thank to this fandom, people who truly impacted me. Not only friends or people I talked to, but every artist of any kind who created something that made me feel anything, every soul that intertwined with mine in this fandom has touched me deeply, and has taught me something new.

The fact that the movie has been cancelled isn't a surprise to me, nor it really saddens me. I've learned to be wary if sequels, they've mostly disappointed me in the past, and this story was too impactful to me to risk being disappointed by it. I'm not happy, naturally, but I don't really feel sad about it: I'm relieved I finally got closure, after all this time, and that we all know we can stop waiting.

I believe this isn't the end of this fandom. Sure, some people might leave, but that's not scary.

The next level, in my opinion, has been us all along: the story lives through us, through out love and passion, through the friendships we made along the way, through the marvelous fanfictions that keep the magic alive. Every author, every artist, every fan of this anime is keeping it alive, is building their own "next level" day by day.

So yeah, I know this is unpopular but I don't care we won't have a movie. We have each other, I know we'll keep the characters alive.

[ladyvictory22]

Hopelessly Devoted To You (Final part)

Max had always had a rather innocent and tender mind in the way he approached things. "You have a fairy tale mind; not everything is resolved that way, darling," Lewis told him once... and now he understood a bit. He had found Christian in a nervous crisis in the place where he had met Toto.

"I lost him... I lost him," Christian said, crying and trembling. Max just hugged him at that moment and later took him to his room.

In other matters, Lewis had been looking for his phone for a few hours, swearing he had left it on the nightstand along with some of Max's things, but suddenly he didn't know where he had put it... in any case, they had agreed to meet in the lobby to go to dinner later... although those plans would be canceled when he saw his boss walking faster than usual, wearing sunglasses and in a hurry to the elevator... Lewis knew an anxiety attack was on its way, so he hurried to follow.

A few hours later, Max managed to get Christian to fall asleep thanks to some sedatives. He looked at him, worried. In his mind, everything could have been resolved differently. Then Max received a call on his phone from a number that seemed to be from the hotel.

"Hello?" Max said, puzzled.

"We need to talk now," Lewis said with a rather serious tone. Max knew he was probably in trouble with his boyfriend.

When he arrived at the room, Lewis was already there and gave him that look that Max knew meant he was going to get a lecture about something he had done.

"First, give me my phone; I know you have it," Lewis said.

"Okay, you found out," Max said. "I was thinking of telling you, but I didn't think..."

"That it would end badly? Max, I just left Toto in his room resting because he had an anxiety attack... and his hand had a bruise," Lewis scolded.

"And Christian also had a nervous breakdown, I left him sedated in his bed" Max responded and then added "Did you know about Toto's condition?"

Lewis was a little surprised to hear how Christian was doing… however, he had seen Toto suffer enough to not feel sorry for the person who hurt him.

"Of course I knew... I've known since almost the beginning..." Lewis said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Max protested a bit.

"Why should I? It's a private matter... of Toto," Lewis replied.

"First, because I'm your boyfriend," Max said, raising an eyebrow. "Second, because we could have helped them much earlier before things got worse."

"We can't interfere in this, Max. Christian hurt Toto a lot," Lewis said seriously. "Toto deserves to heal and be well."

"But he could heal... alongside Christian..." Max insisted.

"Darling... Fairy tale endings aren't real in some cases," Lewis said disappointed. "Do you know what Christian did to Toto?"

"I... really... only know that Christian wanted to talk to him," Max said.

"Well... then you don't know that he led him on? That he made him fall in love for a long time only to crush his dreams when he was close to winning the championship?" Lewis said seriously.

Max didn't say anything; he was surprised. He didn't expect that from Christian... there must be a mistake. He knows Chris... he wouldn't do that.

"There must be a misunderstanding, Lewis. I know Chris very well, and I know he wouldn't do that..."

"Well, I believe he's capable... especially because he never apologized," Lewis said. "Do you remember 2021, right, darling?"

Max nodded.

"Well, some pretty harsh things were said at that time, but Toto didn't take what Christian said seriously because he enjoyed playing with him that way, like rivals in private... when they weren't team principals... supposedly, they were two people in love, trying to make something work," Lewis said, then added, "Remember the Qatar press conference? Christian said he had no relationship with Toto, that he didn't have to kiss his backside like other team principals would... that deeply hurt him when Christian never apologized, never told him it wasn't serious..."

"But... couldn't it be a communication error, you know that when Christian says something, it's not always..." Max said, but he was interrupted.

"It doesn't matter, Max, respect is important both inside and outside of work. Christian disrespected Toto and didn't apologize; they didn't talk about it..."

"But it's never too late! Besides, Christian didn't know why Toto was like that with him... I'm sure he didn't know. And, while it's true that Christian never apologized or anything, Toto didn't say anything about it either," Max insisted.

Lewis looked at Max and sighed. "Well, perhaps you have a point in that regard... but that doesn't excuse Christian for not approaching it, for not reacting to his own words, for not noticing Toto's attitude."

"Those were tough times, Lewis... just imagine if we had been dating back then," Max said.

Lewis sighed and took Max's hand. "Yeah... I think you're right."

"Then let's help them," Max said, and Lewis looked at him skeptically. "Please," he added with a puppy-dog look.

"Ugh... stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Max asked, looking "innocent," making his blue eyes stand out even more.

Lewis looked at him reproachfully and then said, "Alright... but I want to know what Christian feels first."

Max smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, let's wait for him to rest first... we shouldn't overwhelm him or Toto."

A few hours later... in the night, Christian opened his eyes. He felt dizzy, the room was dark, and reality was gradually taking shape again. It seemed like he had woken up from a nightmare, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He remembered Max bringing him to his room and giving him sedatives, and he slowly drifted off.

He got up from the bed very slowly, still feeling drowsy from the medication. Then, he picked up his phone and checked the time; it wasn't very late yet. But he still had things to do. Later, there was the second practice, and he needed to prepare because the Qualifying was the next day.

Then he heard someone opening the door to his room.

"Oh, you're awake," Max said, entering with some bags of food. "I brought food... soup, some vegetables, and tea."

"Max, thank you very much, but... I really don't feel like eating right now..." he began to say. He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat.

"You have to eat... I didn't ask if you wanted to. You have to," Max said, serving the food.

Christian sighed, knowing that Max wouldn't be easily dissuaded, so he made his way to the table and slowly started eating. Afterward, Max helped him with his work, even though Christian insisted that the driver should rest to prepare for practice, Max refused.

He couldn't concentrate enough, neither in the practices nor in the Qualifying, and the weekend was turning into a disaster for his team. Sometimes, he looked at Toto on the screens in the pit lane, and his heart would ache. He could feel tears wanting to emerge, but he couldn't let them.

On the other hand, Toto was being as strong as he could during the day, but at night, he couldn't help but fight against his own thoughts and pain. In the middle of the weekend, he had to schedule an appointment with his therapist to cope with everything. Lewis had been helpful, always asking how he was and if he needed anything.

But he felt depressed and hurt. He felt so alone, with a chaos in his mind, not knowing if what he had done was right or wrong. He could still feel Christian's lips on his, still feel the moans that escaped his mouth when Toto attacked without thinking things through.

He had anxiety attacks because his mind was in turmoil, because he blamed himself for what he had just done. But at the same time, he wanted to go back, wanted to hug him, wanted to tell him that it didn't matter.

When Toto thought he was getting over his love for Christian, this situation showed him that it wasn't the case. If he had anxiety attacks, intrusive thoughts, depression, it was because his love was killing him. It was his broken heart still mourning for his love. He didn't want to accept that they had hurt each other this way, and undoubtedly, the weekend was going to feel long at this rate.

Max and Checo had been trying to cheer up Christian for the rest of the weekend, even though the team hadn't performed well. Days later, the drivers had invited Christian to have dinner with them, but what he didn't expect was to find Lewis Hamilton there. Suddenly, Christian found himself in a group therapy session.

On one hand, Checo had been in Formula 1 for a long time, just like Christian, and he had always had the characteristic of being quite observant. He had realized what was going on between Toto and Christian long before they did. So he knew that after the 2021 season, things could have gotten tough, but not to the extent of pretending as if nothing had happened.

Then there were Lewis and Max. After the events of 2021, these two took the time to get to know each other, and fate made them fall in love during the process. Christian was surprised when he saw Lewis in the background during a call with Max.

So there they were, their two drivers and one from Mercedes, eating at a table, and Christian could sense tension on Lewis's part. However, he focused on eating and engaging in small talk until he decided it was time to leave.

"Well, guys, thanks for the meal. I think... I'll take my leave," he said when he smiled politely and was about to get up.

"Christian, we need to talk," Hamilton suddenly spoke, and Max gave him a small nudge. "What? Isn't that the idea?" he said, looking at his boyfriend.

Christian felt a knot in his stomach.

"Yes, but it shouldn't have been like that," Max said, annoyed.

"Ahem," Checo made a sound. "Well, Christian, we do want to talk with you, but you don't have to feel cornered or anything like that."

"Exactly, Chris... I feel bad for not helping you properly. I feel like I let you down, and I thought everything would be resolved easily," Max added.

"It's not your fault, Max... I... I didn't analyze anything either. I just wanted to help without realizing that I was to blame," Christian said softly.

"Did you really want to help him? After what happened in the season and then ignoring him afterward?" Lewis said, sounding quite serious and upset, something unusual for him.

"Lewis..." Max whispered in reprimand.

"Okay, Max," Christian said. "He's right to be like this... and no, Lewis, I didn't exactly know how... how I hurt him," he said, feeling a lump in his throat. He felt cornered.

"I want to know what you were thinking before you knew," the Mercedes driver questioned.

Christian sighed. "Well... I thought... it was obvious because of the 2021 season that he and I were distant, but I completely ignored what he was going through. I was also upset because he and I..." he couldn't finish his sentence because he felt like crying.

"Because he and you liked each other... a lot," Checo said. "So you got mad because he simply distanced himself, and your relationship was left in limbo. So you weren't going to beg."

Christian was genuinely surprised. Checo was very observant. Although the young man was usually quiet, he was spot-on in what he said. "Yes... although I also thought Toto was a sore loser and that his anger would pass in a few months, but I was wrong. He distanced himself, and with that, everything between us faded away."

"Do you love him?" Lewis asked. "The truth... be honest with me..." Then he paused and added, "Christian... Toto is considering resigning as Team Principal. He'll be absent from Japan and Qatar to study the team's behavior when he's not around. So tell me the truth... do you love him?"

Christian felt a mix of emotions. He felt like his world was collapsing, yet he also felt that everything was a lie. He didn't want to believe it.

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Singapore had ended a week ago, and Japan was just around the corner. Toto had returned to Monaco, and in the media, it was reported that he would be absent to oversee some negotiations for the team. In reality, he was taking a break and evaluating how the team would function without him.

He had reached the breaking point. That conversation with Christian, being so... so... hypocritical with him, was the last straw, and now he preferred to leave rather than stay.

His therapist had told him that the process was about being able to overcome everything without Christian's presence affecting him. But he couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he was regressing instead of moving forward.

In Japan, the team hadn't performed as well. For some reason, Lewis and George were displaying strange behavior. When he was present on the track, they didn't behave like that. Additionally, Red Bull had won another title, but that seemed insignificant to him, even though he felt a pain in his chest once again.

The days went by, and he knew the change would be difficult. This was just a taste of what he would experience later: a life without stress, without the rush, simply a different life. However, leaving the sport in which he had lived for so long seemed so hard, but he knew it was necessary.

In any case, he still handled some team matters, just not as much as before. His mind couldn't stop thinking: "The track must be improved due to the Qatar conditions," "We need to check for updates," "The front wing needs adjustments." The days when he dealt with team issues were more manageable than the days he had to distract himself.

This was one of those days.

Toto didn't know what time he had woken up in the early hours and couldn't get back to sleep. He lay in his bed and didn't want to check his phone in the hope of falling asleep again. However, he soon realized it was dawn as light filtered through the curtains. Despite the room being at a comfortable temperature, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he decided to start his day.

He did some exercise and then had breakfast, avoiding the news and his phone in general because it would be filled with Formula One. He had found a course on economics and new investments. Perhaps focusing his mind on that would help him get through the day.

While he concentrated on the topics he was watching through 40-minute videos, he received a call from the front desk, saying that he had a visitor. Toto wasn't expecting anyone, but the guard mentioned that it was a colleague of his, so he thought it might be someone from the team coming to visit before heading to Qatar.

When he heard the doorbell, he prepared to open the door and was taken aback when he saw his visitor.

Christian...

The latter looked up, locking eyes with Toto. Toto didn't realize that he had been hiding behind the door, just staring at Christian standing there, not knowing what to do.

"Hello," Christian said, feeling nervous. "I know you're wondering what I'm doing here..." He looked down, took a deep breath, and added, "I want to talk... I know you don't want to see me or hear from me... but at least... I'm asking you for a chance..."

Time froze as they both stared at each other, Christian nervously and fearing a punch or just Toto closing the door... one of the two things would hurt more than the other, and it wasn't the punch. Toto was confused, not knowing how to respond or what the right decision was.

So he didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but he was calling this situation "closure." If this could be necessary for when he retired, maybe leaving without resentment would help. He might be able to watch a Formula One race without feeling hurt or uncomfortable.

The car ride was really short, and they went in silence. Christian told him they could talk outside, so it wouldn't feel like he was invading his space. Toto accepted it as an unspoken agreement.

And then they arrived at the pier.

"Well... we're here," Christian said.

Toto looked around, there weren't even benches to sit on.

"Oh no... it's not here, rather... it's there," said Christian, pointing to a yacht in the distance on the sea, and there was a boat waiting to take them there.

Toto was surprised, and nostalgia washed over him. He gazed at the boat, and Christian noticed, smiling a little. It was a good sign.

Once they were on the yacht, they were alone. It was beautiful, he had to admit. Outside, where you could see the sea, there were blankets, wine, some treats... very similar to... that day. And Toto realized it was a recreation of their date.

"I thought you'd prefer to be in a comfortable place... something warm and reminiscent," Christian mentioned, approaching.

Toto didn't realize when his eyes filled with tears. Christian noticed and wanted to reach for his arm and show a sign of support, but Toto moved reflexively and out of fear.

Christian sighed, gathered his courage, and said, "Toto..." He felt a knot of nervousness. "I know that sometimes I can be an idiot, saying things without thinking about the consequences, and I didn't realize it when I spoke at that press conference... and then I just kept going."

"Why?" Toto found his voice. "Why didn't you reach out to me then? We didn't get back together in private..."

"Because I'm an idiot," said Christian, feeling the tears, "I thought all the time as a team manager… I focused so much on the team, that I forgot another important thing in my life… which is more important than championships that are They can win later… I simply thought that you wouldn't want me around… without thinking that those words and that doubt had left you a thorn… and then the championship ended and I foolishly thought that you would look for me, I thought you a "Sore loser" for a while…until it seemed strange that you won't look for me again…then I started to deal with the fact that you left me and everything was up in the air."

Toto looked away, tears streaming down his face. "I was hoping you'd come to me... thinking you'd understand what you said and what you continued to say afterward," he whispered.

Christian took a deep breath and said, "But I'm here... late, I know... but I'm here to show you that I didn't mean to hurt you... that I didn't think about what you were going through... that I didn't think that every word for you was like a stab, increasing your anxiety and the thought that I had used you..." After a pause, he added, "What I mean is that I love you... and I'm here recreating that date we had years ago... when you brought me to see the sunset, when we talked about many things and then cuddled together... and then I saw you, and I knew I loved you, and I still love you... and I want to win you back." Christian's voice was choked with tears.

After a moment of silence, their breaths interrupted by sobs, Toto said, "I also knew on that date that I loved you... and I still know that I love you... that's why this suffering has been so difficult to bear... that's why I decided that it's best to retire and go far away... to get you out of my heart..."

Christian looked down, for a moment, he thought he had lost the battle... that he couldn't win Toto back.

"But I realized I can't," Toto said later, and both locked eyes. "I can't stop loving you."

Christian closed the distance between them to embrace Toto warmly and then sealed the moment with a soft, loving kiss.

"Although you should know that this won't go away overnight... the thoughts will attack me... as well as the anxiety, and..." Toto said.

"I know... I'll be there for you, truly... we will overcome this together... we will heal you, my love," Christian said, smiling gently.

Toto smiled, a genuinely happy smile he hadn't shown in a long time, making Christian melt once again.

After a while, with soft kisses and gentle caresses, they snuggled together, watching the sunset.

"So Lewis, Max and Checo gave you group therapy" said Toto.

"Something like that, but it helped me gather the courage to do all this," Christian said, "to take the risk."

"It seems that this time the fairy tale ending worked for Max" Toto joked and they both laughed.

"Well, this time, the fairy godmother Lewis helped,"

"That's why it worked then," Toto said in a proud, playful tone, referring to his seven-time champion.

"Ha-ha... also thanks to Checo... he helped me process things from an outside perspective... that guy... observant and not very talkative, but when he speaks, it's worth it," Christian said.

"Yeah, he's a clever guy... well, all three of them were," Toto complimented. Then, he kissed Christian's neck, making him sigh and smile as he felt Toto's lips.

For Christian, nothing mattered more than being there with Toto, secluded in their little world, putting the races aside for a while, working to rekindle their love and heal their wounds once and for all.

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So a final part for this Angst I couldn't leave them like this, sorry.

Small appearance of Mewis 💞 @phantomwritr

And another small appearance of Checo💝 @silvereds

[thelighthouseandthekraken]

I just found that they've cancelled OFMD 😓

I am truly so deeply disappointed. Why would they cancel a show that's well loved and only needed one more season to wrap up its story?

I guess I'm not that surprised after so many shows I loved got cancelled but man...

this one hurts

[rwdelady]

Here are the results lol.

I have a suspicion that there were people thinking I was proposing "solutions" to the v10 thingy rather than just being a shipost, but that's my fault for not making it more obvious, and some ended up taking poll a little too seriously, but still let's review the winners and the losers:

1st° - Series is canceled and then rebooted, without MK.

Yay!!! My favorite won!!

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I have stopped having faith in RT and them writing any semblance (pun very much intended) of good series, I think they were riding the wave and fandom that Monty left behind with his early departing and now that most of that hype has gone, they no longer have any incentive to continue it. That's why they're leaving it in the hands of the audiences, for me that sounds the same as washing their hands off the responsability.

Yes, I'm aware I sound very mean, but honestly, I don't think they deserve much else from the fandom at this point, the only people I feel bad for are the crew members who were mistreated and do professional ass kissing to MK.

Having said all that, I'm also deeply aware that this is an almost too ideal scenario and even if it happened there wouldn't be any guarantee of the reboot's quality.

2nd° - V10 doesn't get greenlit and the series is put on hiatus.

For a while it looked like this one was going to win, and it's not like I hate it or anything but I find this one significantly less funny than the others, probably because it's the one that's more likely to happen, and that makes it less funny and sadder instead.

Also, who knows how long of a hiatus it would be?

3rd° - Series is canceled and Ice Queendom becomes the reboot

I'm honestly surprised this one ranked as high as it did, I sort of added it as a joke, because of how divisive the anime ended up being among certain people.

I myself have mixed feelings about it, my general thoughts were that it was a-okay by the standards of rvvby, but pretty meh for an action anime, and I remember feeling disappointed that we didn't get a proper soundtrack and instead mostly rehash songs and scores from the og, and while some of the action scenes do look prettier, they also skipped A LOT for the sake a wrapping everything that wasn't about Weiss.

Those were the top three, and honestly the remaining 3 aren't that different from each other which is probably why they ranked so low, because I wrote the poll in one sitting and didn't think that well in the wording my the options lol.

But I'm super glad most of us are in agreement that rvvby could sooo much better if MK were gone from it forever and ever 😂

[rumblelibrary]

Now that you are writing requests, I think it's only fair I send you a few after some of the ones you have sent me 😌 as you've said you were the original anon who requested Laszlo x Sapiosexual partner headcanons from me, I'm curious to see how you would write it. Take it in any direction you want to 😘

Thinking Alike [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Mention of physical violence, mild stalking, smut (yup, there it is!)

Author’s note: My first smut, something easy breezy to begin with. Laszlo is an awkward mess and I love him.

It was embarrassing for Laszlo at first, to admit a weakness, so bluntly. Such a vile thing to do for a man like him.He tried reasoning through it more and more, lonely men went often to prostitutes, John himself did and with the extraordinary result not be devoured by syphilis or other diseases.He didn’t hurt himself nor others in the process.

The first time he met you it was by accident, he was invited by one of his former patients to visit her at her university, nothing unusual, he remembered her well: Julia, shy, small, bent down and backwards by a family that abused her very being, that abused her mind, development and growth.But to see her now a young woman, studying literature at university, thriving in her life and taking her own choices, she even started an internship with Sara, that was something that made a man like Laszlo proud of his job.

Briefly: that day was a success for him: from the meeting to the lunch they shared, she showed in every given moment how she treasured everything she learned at the Institute and, even though hard times were not over, she felt like she was able to face them.Then Julia asked him to join her to listen to a lecture, assuring he would love it so he obliged as it wouldn’t be too bad to feel like a student again and maybe spark some new interest in him.So he did, he sat down and leaned his back on the seat, the soft scent of the woody desks and chairs taking over his nostrils. He remembered how he was at that age, hungry, unnecessary aggressive and lonely. He smiled to himself at the memory.Poor John, still there to look after him and trying to give him a minimum of social skills.

Then the room fell into silence as you walked inside, your choice of clothing a white shirt and a burgundy skirt, a pocket watch on your side. A simple style, you wish good morning to the class and don’t indulge too much into talk.And there is where the unexpected happened.You open up simply, a picture, a quote. The description of man as William Blake: poet, engraver, prophet.To transcribe your words would be similar to the conflict of any man that ever found himself in the duty of writing, or better, transcribing a sacred text.The way you spoke, the way you held everybody’s attention, the way you moved back and forth or wrote on the chalkboard. The passion surging by your words digging into his flesh and bones, every cell into his body surging into an agonising desire to hear more. The way your words balanced, how you managed to go from interesting facts to more detailed ones, from hard critical informations to conceptual ideas.That was the beginning of something new, his brain wasn’t able to move past the thought of you. Literature wasn’t his field, but he felt like you were the spring of all truths. So it begun. He brought the books, he came to the lessons. He thrived in every stolen moment he got with you, he sulked when somebody caught your attention, even more if it was to make some silly comment or question, he adored the way  your hands traced shapes into the air symmetrically, it triggered him to wonder if you ever studied dancing, the pose of your fingers always so balanced. He learned every micro habit you had: the way you always looked at your pocket watch when it was almost half time throughout the lesson, how you changed pin in your hair every day, the way you tucked your reading glasses in your shirt only to then look for those when in need to read. His favourite moments were the ones when everybody was leaving the class and he could see you relax on the chair, gift little smiles around as you collected our belongings. Your presence was by now his safe place, those two hours he spent a the university were the only moments he felt free, even if unseen.

Until the day he was getting into the class to find it empty and you alone there.“Regular students got a card saying the lesson today was cancelled” you said and his heart sunk into his chest “I would be mad to have someone sneaking in my classroom, but I had the feeling to have seen you before”

He gulped down as you were so close by now, he could guess your favourite perfume.You handed him a book, his book with his picture inside followed by his name in cursive letters.

“What does an alienist says about my course?”

“I say, your dialectic is what many of my patients would need in order to survive”You were surprised, eyebrows raising and a slight tilt of the head, you expected to find him guilty and ashamed, surely he was, but that answer was bold.

“And you? Do you find solace in my dialectics?” He took a moment before staring up at you, you didn’t realised how tall he was by seeing him always sat in the back, but you noticed him at every lesson. How couldn’t you?An handsome, elegant grown man hiding among those twenty something, the walking stick giving away always his calculated late entrance in class, his eyes always on you digging holes.

“Constantly”His answer surprised you, you expected to confront him and send him away and now you’re torn between the feeling of cradling him in your arms and, what? “I could forgive you for a lunch” He smiles, his eyes shining “I know the perfect place”

That lunch became one of many lunches.Every time you had lesson he would wait for you and you’d share a meal.To open up to him felt almost too easy, but he was an alienist, that was his job. He also opened up with you, you shared books, and interests and long chats. He wrote you cards and you wrote back to him, he sent you his articles and you sent him yours. He asked for books to introduce children to literature and you visited the Institute helping him in the task in exchange of some entry level books about psychology. Lunches became dinners, long walks became longer, soft smiles became him offering you his arm to walk together. You were starting to develop some tenderness for him, you always wondered what he was thinking and what he would opinion over this or that, you craved to confront your opinions and Laszlo wasn’t feeling any less drawn to it.It was beginning to become difficult when you started to visit him in his dreams, he would dream of you in ways he didn’t dare to speak up about. Only the way you talked when you grew passionate about something gave him a sense of tension, a deep desire going through him as he touched his thigh with his sweaty palm to ground himself. You felt like he was growing distant, unaware of how he was growing somehow closer. Closer to the point he couldn’t resist you anymore, hide behind simple touches of courtesy, to feel your hand only when gloved, stare at every little stand of hair move unruly on your neck while you spoke so highly of any topic. It was unexpected the time, while sharing some impressions on a recent article, he put his  hand flat over the page and leaned in capturing your lips in a sudden but awaited kiss. You kissed him back realising how such a simple gesture meant so much to you. Your hand followed up resting on top of his still hiding the page from you. His lips soft, his beard tickling you lightly as your eyes shone.When he pulled back, only because in need to breathe not else, he looked at you but you smiled at him brushing your nose lightly against his making him break into a smile.  The happiest smile.

“Do you even realise how foolish is that?”

“Are you calling me a fool?” He growled at you. Yes, he followed a potential murderer across the city, got himself beat up, but he was alive and now he got more informations.

“I dare to say I am, loud and clear Laszlo”He frowned deeply, you calling him a fool?

“Take it back”

“No” “I said” he grunted as he breathed heavily through his nostrils  “Take it back” You never saw him this mad but you didn’t oblige his request, he made you sick worry and hid all this madness of crime cases from you through all this time, not even once he mentioned this …what? A hobby? Desire for adrenaline? “A man that doesn’t stand up to his own truths is a fool to me” you said coldly “all this time spent to talk about nonsense and you’re working on solving crimes? Who is the man that I know then? Does he exists only when Dr Kreizler is without a case? There’s even a real interest in what you ever said to me? Or you just needed a distraction?”

“Don’t you dare to contradict me, I am no liar”You smirked, by now he was close, almost threatening even if you know well he wouldn’t ever hurt you. “Then what are you?” He froze, his eyebrows furrowed, what should he tell you? That he loved the way your brain worked? That every time you bounced ideas back and forth he felt aroused? That you provoked in him a thirst for more, more knowledge, more passion, more life. You let out a breathy chuckle as he didn’t answer now, you were sad and disappointed. You indeed believed you had found your match and not another double faced man.You picked your coat and left his office even if your heart was shattering on the inside and begging you not to leave like that.You spent two weeks apart, two weeks in which his spot in the classroom was empty, both of you ate alone, walked alone, lived alone. An emptiness that was so heavy it felt like the sky would break under the weight of it. But he couldn’t think of you, the case was on, the victims were falling one after the other, and yet he couldn’t think clearly. Before just thinking of how you’d think helped him, but what about now? He couldn’t reach for you. You were right, he hid part of himself to you and he couldn’t ask you to risk your life or spend nights and days exploring the dark sides of human nature, even though your sensibilities and introspection would have made you the most valuable asset in any research. He locked himself in his office getting high on tea and pacing the room back and forth talking out loud trying to gain back the process you two formed together, the chemistry, the balance of thoughts. Until your voice reached to him. “What if it is not anger the motif?”You leaned against the doorframe staring at him, you gave up your anger.  You were there for him. He stared at you like he wondered if you’re even real. “How did you come in?” “I said I was from Miss Howard” “So you can also lie” You chuckled “Only for a good purpose” You moved inside closing the door behind you as you took off your coat and hat, you moved closer to him offering him your hand, palm up.He stared at your eyes, there wasn’t much to add.He put the eraser in your hand as you cancelled the chalkboard from all his previous work. What happened next was pure magic, clarity spreading through the space, every fact double checked by the two of  you as now the facts spread in order, clear, in a linear way, nothing was left to causality.You two closing each other’s sentences, you handing him books and him handing others back to you, papers, scattered pencils.Even you wearing his glasses by accident and handing those back as you reached for your own.It was a frenzy, a dance, a song. “So if this is a scheme…” you begin “…the killer will strike again on Friday” he concludes. You stare at him, a big smile creeps over your lips wide, you can save a life, it is only Monday now.He leans in holding onto your hadn’t with his left hand, but you’re just mimicking him as your lips collide. “How can you be like this? How can you be so perfect?” He groans against your lips not able to part from yours but to praise you. “We are” you correct him “we are perfect, together” he nodded slowly as you were completely right. He let you pull him on the sofa where he slept so many nights when he was too tired to go back home, a very cold and empty home. He took his time, he stood in front of you undoing those clothes he so carefully studied during your lessons almost to the point to know each item of your wardrobe. As you undressed him you realised how you never minded his arm or to help him undo his shirt, you found it poetic, you always found beauty in him, you saw it like a punishment due to something more special given to him.The poet Homer had to be blind in order to sing the war of Troy, Laszlo had to lose an arm to be able to see through others. So there you were, completely deprived of your clothing as he still conserved his bottom half, staring at each other’s eyes before he leaned his forehead against yours, shifting angle then to meet your lips with his. “Don’t, I waited enough” you whispered to him as his left hand between your legs to caress your folds with his fingers triggering a shiver down your spine. “I am the doctor here” he murmured as his fingers moved so smoothly over your slit gathering some wetness and spreading it together before pushing a finger inside you.

“I also am” you whispered back, voice shaking, even if a doctorate in literature doesn’t give you much of a position in this moment while standing helpless with him fingering you so nicely. “I know, it makes you even more beautiful” he assures to you digging his head in the crook of your neck nipping and sucking over your skin slowly adding another finger.You whined not able to move away from his fingers teasing your insides, and yet not what you were looking for. You pared your lips in a silent moan as he shook your hips making you grind slowly following his touch “I don’t want to play Laszlo” you begged “we have all the time to fool around, I missed you too much” “You can’t always use your words to boss me around like this” He smirked as he pulled his fingers slowly out of you, too slowly for your taste, he did it like you had all the time in this word, his fingers brushing over you inside, slowly slipping out covered in your wetness only to trace your clit with their tips.

He pulled back sitting down on the couch like a king on his throne, parted legs and back slightly slouched, while staring at your naked form in front of him moving his left hand to undo his pants as you approached. “You’re a vision”His whisper slowly pulling you in when you straddled him once his erection sprung free slowly guiding him to brush against your entrance. You looked up at him gulping softly before lowering yourself onto him. You stared at him as his eyes fluttered closer and you shook your hips a little trying to reach for the most comfortable position, he was thick stretching you deliciously and that little hint of pain only making it feel more complete, more needed, meant to be. A moan leaving your lips as you gasped for air, his weak right hand moving to rest on your thigh.You observed him as the desire was clouding your usual reasonable and efficient brain, his left hand grasping your hips when you begun moving on top of him. The pace erratic at first before the instinct kicked in, no more witty remarks needed here, you couldn’t make up your mind now.He groaned, his soft gasps and growls being the best sounds along with your moans, two reasonable intellectuals now lost into the simplest and most natural of the acts.Your hips yanked and lost control for a moment as his hand moved to touch your clit “So sensitive” he cooed, you were a mess of feelings, his head bowing down over your chest grasping your nipple between his lips. He teased and sucked, making all his fantasies real, finally touching and feeling you, your shivers due to him, your pleasure and pain completely in his hands.You gasped as he sucked too hard, he seemed to know you more than he knew himself and maybe it was true. He spent so much time watching you, studying you, indulging in every little reaction you had. His eyes dropped down between your joined bodies, he was mesmerised by the shapes your hips were tracing, just enjoying the view of himself sinking inside you filling you up completely, your wetness so evident making the whole process terrifically easy.

“You’re close” he sentenced “you’re so close” If you weren’t close you’d be after he said you were, like he decided it.His left hand leaving your clit as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you down over him. Now it was up to him as your mobility was restricted, he begun moving his hips up holding you down, he kept going so hard slamming inside you as he held you still with just that arm, the pleasure that his ruthless moves caused to you doing the rest. You couldn’t hold back any more, your moans getting lost into throaty sounds as your orgasm washed over you. 

But he wasn’t done, he kept going as you rode down your orgasm until he tugged you down one last time filling your body, a little yelp of pleasure leaving your lips as you got so full of him and your eyes fluttered lightly because of such a raw basic feeling, that fullness that was proper of a basic instinct you felt rooted into you. If you were reasonable and aware you’d be worrying about things like consequences and having to talk about the future. But you weren’t any close to it.You rested against him gathering air back in your lungs as he moved his hand on your lower back  slowly moving it up and down, his right hand’s thumb brushing over that same thigh in the smaller and sweetest gesture of attention. You shifted slightly after few moments to look at him slowly touching over his cheek with your fingertips. “Truth for the wise, beauty for the heart” He said, paraphrasing Friedrich Von Schiller, an author you used a lot in your lectures. “Truth for the wise, beauty for the heart” you repeated. That little motto became your code, the way you reminded each other the duality you were blessed with: your bright minds and your unfiltered passion. And you’d use it from time to time. You’d write it to each other’s notes. It was your “I love you” before the love word was even pronounced.

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[sirenascales]

-> double black [part two] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A failed friend date turns into a day of fun and laughs with a rather odd coworker. [Dazai x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,274 words

Warning: suicide ideation (like, it's Dazai, c'mon now.)

note: I'm glad some of ya'll seemed to enjoy chuuya's chapter! I decided to just upload Dazai's and then we can move on to the story. Please enjoy! Tags in the replies.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Keiko-- Keiko, it's two PM!" I said into the phone, sending an apologetic look to my coworkers. "And I'm at work. You can't be calling me, especially when you're drunk so early in the day."

"Uggghhhh, you're so mean!" I sighed softly at Keiko's response, the office phone on my desk beginning to ring.

"Keiko, I have to go now, I'm sorry! Call Taichi and tell him to bring you home."

"Wait-"

I ended the call, rubbing my eyebrows as I picked up the other phone. "Armed Detective Agency, how may I help you?"

It's been around three months since I've started working at the Agency, and I have to say, it was a pretty great job. It paid well, kept me on my toes with the many different cases we took on, and my coworkers were great... despite how weird they were.

"That's like the seventh time your friend called you this week," Ranpo spoke up from his desk, the man literally surrounded by snack wrappers.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyebrows. "I know, I'm sorry everyone. She's not usually like this... I know she likes to drink, but... never to this extent."

"Maybe there is something going on?" the cute Atsushi suggested and I frowned. "Maybe you can try to find out?"

"It wouldn’t be wise to just push yourself into someone's private life like that," Kunikida added and I nodded in agreement.

Of course I couldn't. Not with who her boyfriend was. I was her best friend, but even I knew not to step in. "Besides, she always says she's okay when I ask..." I said thoughtfully, too distracted to continue my work. I could believe her, right? Besides, she had Taichi. He loved her, and always made sure that she was protected and taken care of. He always made sure to be around her when he wasn't away, keeping her to his side at all times. I thought maybe he was being a bit too protective, but I also understood because of his... profession.

"Alright, alright, we have a schedule, people. Let's not get too distracted here," Kunikida exclaimed and I laughed softly. The only one with a schedule was the super punctual man himself, but I still went on to do my work.

"Speaking of work..." I started, unimpressed as I Iooked to the empty desk across the office. "Where the hell is Dazai?"

Atsushi just hung his head and sighed, Kunikida gritting his teeth at his desk. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up," Atsushi sighed again and I huffed, standing up from my desk. "I'll take my 30 now. I'll be in the cafe and I'll try to get Dazai to bring his scrawny ass to work."

The Agency was on the fourth floor of the building while the cafe was down on the first, very convenient for me. I was lazy and the coffee and food was good. I dialed up Dazai's number as I descended the four flights of stairs, pressing my phone to my ear.

At the top of one flight, I stopped when I heard a familiar ring tone blare out, and when I looked down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the man of the hour. His brown hair was wavy as ever, his signature tanned jacket looking immaculate. I watched as he just looked at his phone, watching it ring before he put his phone in his pocket.

I hated him. "So you were just gonna ignore me?!" I shouted down the stairs. Dazai whipped his head up, eyes going comically wide.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, practically running up the stairs right towards me. I gasped and back away quickly, back hitting the wall as Dazai caged me between his bandaged arms. His forehead pressed against mine and I will my face not to burn as he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes of his. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry. Still, I glared up at the man. "We just saw each other yesterday," I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of his soft breath against my face. I was thankful my voice didn't crack. "And you have plenty of paperwork to do still on your desk."

"Ehhh, I'm tired and I'm busy," Dazai nonchalantly waved that off, now standing away from me and waving his hand dismissively. "Got better things to do."

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah? Like what?"

With that, Dazai took my hands in his, a hopeful look on his face. Here we go again. "Double suicide."

"No." I immediately declined him. "My answer is still the same as it was last week."

Dazai visibly deflated, covering his eyes dramatically. "Sweet death... she evades me yet again..."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, brushing past Dazai and heading down the stairs. "Anyway. I'm heading to the cafe to get something to eat."

"Oh!" Dazai exclaimed, hooking my arm with his as he quickly came up to my side. "I'll go with you!"

"You have work to do!" I yelled at him, trying to push him back up the stairs. "Go before Kunikida has an aneurysm."

"But I don't wanna!" Dazai whined, quickly turning the tables on me. Now he was behind me, his arms wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my chest. I felt his breath against my left ear and I shivered deeply. "I wanna spend time with you..." he whispered softly, his voice dropping. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at him over my shoulder. I shivered again, the usual brightness in his eyes gone. I've only seen that look on his face a handful of times, and it never failed to make me feel completely on edge. Like I was in danger.

I liked it.

"Ugh," I sneered, rolling my eyes and shaking myself out of his arms. "Fine, fine. I'll treat today, okay?"

"Yay!" Dazai's jovial nature returned as he followed me to the cafe. I shake my head at the strange duality of the man. We sat across from each other, the redheaded waitress named Lucy that obviously had a crush on Atsushi giving us some menus.

As I looked over the menu, I looked over at Dazai, the man humming as he mulled over his choices. I bit the inside of my cheek, just feeling that maybe there was more to Dazai than he let on.

The weekend soon arrived and I was in a bit of a sour mood. I was at the boardwalk, sitting on an empty bench after getting off the phone with Keiko. We were supposed to spend the day together, but she had called me thirty-minutes late, all of a sudden saying that she couldn't make it.

Her tone of voice worried me, she sounded rushed and breathless, totally unlike her. "I'm okay. I'm sorry for flaking out so suddenly," she said before she ended the call. I blinked at the screen, a bit put off by the entire thing. Just what was up with her?

Though I couldn't dwell on it, for there was a presence behind me. "Well, well, look what we have here," a teasing voice whispered into my ear before blowing into it. I shrieked, jumping off the bench before spinning around.

"Dazai!" I hissed at the laughing man standing on the other side of the bench. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Bet it got your heart pumping, huh," Dazai hummed happily, skipping around the bench and right over to me. "Bella, I missed you~" he hugged me tightly in his arms. I sighed deeply, half-heartedly wrapping my arms around him in return and giving him a pat on the back.

"We saw each other yesterday."

"Eighteen hours is too long, bella."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the huge and giving Dazai a look. "You're so dramatic, dude," I say with a laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, well I thought this would be a great place to think about how to commit suicide," Dazai began and I gave him another look. "But, I saw my bella looking so sad and lonely! I just had to rush to comfort her!"

Dazai hugged me again, squeezing me tight. I let out a struggling breath, writhing a bit in his hold. "You're killing me!"

"Oh! Let's commit do-"

"No, oh my God!"

I turned and stormed away from the suicidal man, shaking my head when I heard him call out for me. "Bella, wait!" He latched onto my arm, pressing his cheek against mine. "Tell me what's wrong. I am your trusted friend and coworker~"

"More like trusted pain in my ass," I mumbled before sighing, walking over to the boardwalk railing and staring out into the ocean. "It's Keiko. She was supposed to be with me today, but she just called and canceled..." I frowned deeply, eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What else did she say?" Dazai asked quietly, having gone serious once he saw the look in my face. "How did she seem?"

"Off..." I answered immediately before I looked over at my companion. "Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I'm disappointed she flaked out but...." I hung my head. "I don't know..."

"Well, it could be nothing," Dazai suggested. "Or it could be something. There's no way for you to know."

I made a face at his vague ass answer before sighing again. "I can only trust her. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Japan, and I was excited to see her today. I've been having a rough time lately."

"Is something bothering you?" Dazai asked, and I shivered feeling his gaze on me.

"Eh... just depressed," I answered offhandedly. "Lonely. Normal sad girl shit, ya know."

That made Dazai snicker under his breath. "Yeah, I know. But luckily for you," Dazai started, arm draping around my shoulders and pulling me to him. "I'm here to save the day!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed before I wrapped my arm around his middle, letting him hold me against him. "You'll hang out with me today?"

Dazai grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

Time flew by so quickly, that I was surprised to look at my phone and see that it was damn near seven in the evening. Gaping, I looked up, seeing that the sky was slowly turning dark. "Holy crap, Dazai. Did we really spend the whole day out here?" I asked in shock, looking over at him. "What the hell did we do?!"

"What didn't we do," Dazai whined, slumping against me. "I'm tired... and you still wanna ride the stupid ferris wheel!"

"It's not stupid," I said with a pout. "Besides... we're already in line."

"Meh," Dazai grumbled, still keeping his body pressed against me as we waited in line. He was behind me, his chin pressed on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver as I felt his breath along my neck.

Soon enough, we were in our carriage and slowly riding up to the top. I took a few pictures as we did so, Dazai looking over in amazement.

"You think the drop from up here would kill me?"

"Yeah, and would scar everyone here."

"Oh yeah... can't have that."

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at him and pausing for a bit. Dazai was still looking out over Yokohama, an expression I've never seen before on his face. He almost looked... sad. Very handsome, his side profile absolutely perfect. But he still looked sad. I took a quick picture, smiling as I looked over it on my phone.

The carriage stopped and I couldn't help but grin as we just swayed softly up in the air. "Thanks for spending the day with me, Dazai. It would have sucked if I had spent it alone."

"Ahh, don't sweat it, bella. I couldn't possibly leave you out here alone," Dazai answered dramatically and I laughed and rolled my eyes. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket and I grabbed my phone, smiling at the cute selfie that Keiko sent to me.

'I'm so sorry for bailing! I'll make it up to you, I promise! ❤ mwuah'

"Is that Keiko?" Dazai asked and I nodded, sending her a quick reply.

"Yeah. She seems to be doing okay," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's great!" Dazai exclaimed, getting up from his spot and carefully making his way to sit beside me, much to my horror.

"Dazai! We're not supposed to move around!"

"We're fine!" he waved me off dismissively. "Now you can stop worrying about Keiko and focus on what's important. Me."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You?"

Dazai hummed. "Yes, me. And how I'm taking you home tonight."

My jaw drops, face heating up at his words. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dazai answered, his voice dropping a bit as his gaze and entire mood changed. His gaze was darker now, his lips curled up in an almost dangerous smirk. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we really want."

My mouth went dry and I quickly became flustered, turning my head away. Immediately, a hand is grabbing my face, Dazai digging his fingers into my cheeks as he forces me to look back at him.

"Nuh uh, you look at me when I'm speaking."

His authoritative tone makes me freeze, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at Dazai, completely bewildered. I knew there was something more about him than he had let on, and whatever it was, had me in fight or flight mode.

"Now, when we're done here, we're gonna leave and head back to my place, okay?" he asked me, but his tone made it seem like it wasn't a request, and it sure as hell didn't match the seemingly innocent smile on his face; not when it didn't reach his eyes.

I nodded, Dazai removing his hand from my face. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Good."

"Mmn... fuck, Dazai..." I moaned and gasped softly, the man on top of me littering my neck with angry red and purple marks, two of his fingers working inside my pussy. I was completely naked on his bed, Dazai only in his underwear-- and his bandages still wrapped around his arms and chest.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Dazai whispered against my neck, curling his fingers and smirking when I cried out. "Call me Osamu. Don't make me tell you again."

I frantically nodded my head, crying out again as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his mouth moving down to my chest. "F-fuck, Osamu!"

"That's it," he whispered, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. My fingers curled into his soft brown hair, head tilting back and eyes screwing shut as Dazai continued to pleasure my body.

It wasn't long until he pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy, the both of us groaning at the feeling of us finally connecting. I was on my knees and elbows, pillow placed under my hips. Dazai started out slowly, biting his lip as he watched his dick disappear inside of me.

"Fuck... I'm gonna burn this sight into my memory," Dazai groaned, making me whine as I shook my head.

"D-don't stare like that..."

Dazai chuckled softly, his hands grabbing my hips as he started to move faster, thrusting harder. I moaned and whined, it seemed to be the only thing I could do while Dazai fucked the shit outta me. "Osamu... please..."

My whining made the man above me grin widely, his thrusts becoming rougher, almost wild as he suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful off my hair. I yelped when he yanked me up, my back now pressed against his chest and his other hand wrapped around my throat.

"What is it, bella?" he hissed into my ear, pounding away at my pussy and making me cry out again. God, it was too much all at once. "What does my pretty little subordinate want?"

I whined. "I want to cum... please Osamu..."

He cackled, pushing me back on the bed, grabbing my hips so hard, I knew I was gonna bruise. "Cum then," he hissed down at me, pushing my face into the mattress. He fucked me relentlessly, fingers finding my clit and rubbing harsh circles. That made my vision go white, my scream muffled as I came hard, body going rigid as pleasure overtook my body.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Dazai grunted. He pulled out, ignoring my whines as he stepped off the bed. "Get on your back."

I barely rolled over halfway until there was a strong grip on my ankle, my body being pulled down the length of the bed. Dazai stood at the end, wasting no time in pushing my legs back by the back of my knees, and plunging his cock back into me.

I looked up at him through teary eyes, and I knew I should have been afraid of the mad look that was in his eyes, the way his lips were curled up in a snarl. But it just made my pussy clench around him in arousal, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I came a second time as he did his first, and much to my ultimate pleasure, we weren't finished there. We pleasured each other through the night, until we wore each other out and fell asleep entangled in the sheets.

I woke up the next morning, groaning in pain as I felt my body ache. I forced myself to sit up, looking around blearily and humming softly when I found Dazai sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back to me.

"Good morning," he sang to me and I giggled softly, carefully moving to kneel behind him. The blankets fell from around me and I pressed my bare chest against his back. "Hm, that's nice."

"Morning," I said softly, peeking over his shoulder. "What are you do-"

I stop, staring as Dazai wrapped seemingly clean bandages on his heavily scarred left arm. I swallowed thickly, my mind running at what could have possibly been the cause of those scars.

But deep down, I knew that the cause was Dazai himself.

"Do... Do you have enough?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to even say. I didn't want to pry or seem insensitive, just having to get over this metaphorical punch in the gut myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Dazai answered, turning to face me with a cheery smile on his face. In a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, Dazai on top of me with his lips pressed against mine. It was easy for him to make me forget about what I saw, his kisses stealing my breath away.

"I have to go," he said softly, pushing himself off me after a moment.

I nodded solemnly, watching him continue to get dressed. "Alright. See you at work tomorrow?"

He smirked at me. "You know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes again, just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, sending Dazai a quick smile before answering the call.

"Hey Keiko, guess who got fucking laid." That made Dazai snort while I grinned, though my grin fell as I didn't hear Keiko go off like I thought she would. "Keiko?" I shared a look with Dazai.

"Hey... I need you. Can I come over?"

[moconut]

Whatever It Takes: A Degrassi Season 10 Retrospective (99 Problems, Pt. 2)

Last time, we ended with Riley ominously planning to "welcome" rival Drew to the football team. I'm sure this will entail a wholesome bonding experience that won't at all make Drew more inclined to reveal Riley's gay little secret.

We start off with the football team stripping Drew and tying him to a pole. That's gayer than anything Zane has ever done in his life, so I'm not sure why the team is so hard on him. Coach Armstrong rescues Drew, who seems reluctant to name the culprits.

Alli tries to convince Bianca, resident bad girl, to join the Big D Dance Crue. She doesn't have an easy time, which is unsurprising since she gave her club the stupidest name imaginable.

Principal Simpson has gathered the football team, Coach Armstrong, and Drew's mommy for a lecture about hazing. Drew's mom Karens her way into the conversation, saying someone on the team was obviously responsible for Drew's desecration. Drew claims his assailants had masks, but his mom remains unconvinced and threatens to go to the school board. She calls out Riley specifically, knowing he wants the same spot as Drew; Drew speaks up and defends Riley, much to the latter's confusion.

Bianca makes her grand entrance to the Big D Dance Crue's first meeting, which mostly consists of her twirling one arm around and snapping a few times. Everyone is deeply impressed, which is fair considering all they were doing before was skipping around a bit.

At lunch, Jenna gets even more suspicious when KC mentions Marisol and receives another phone call. He tells Jenna he'll "get rid" of Marisol and walks off, leaving Jenna alone with his bag and seemingly unconcerned about the imminent murder of her fellow cheerleader. She looks through his phone and sees numerous messages and missed calls, all from the same number. She calls it and is greeted by a woman. Oh no! The woman then claims KC is her...son?

Riley thanks Drew for not snitching, who says he only covered for Riley to prevent the entire football season from being cancelled. Drew says Riley owes him now and tells him to step aside for quarterback--or else.

The Big D Dance Crue, which I will continue to spell out every time, is already encountering problems. Bianca's taken over, more concerned with actually dancing than entertaining Alli's suggestions of picking out uniforms and going to the first football game together. Alli seems disappointed that her club hasn't granted her an instant social clique like she wanted, but she may have a plan up her sleeve...

Coach Armstrong pulls Riley aside and asks him to be team captain, but Riley is feeling the pressure of Drew's demands. He gazes forlornly at the school trophy case and empty MVP spot for that year, which gives us a chance to remember that Sav used to play football for some reason.

Alli surprises the Big D Dance Crue with an announcement: they'll perform at the football game! Bianca derides this idea, saying the team isn't ready. Alli kicks her out and is then kicked out herself by the remaining members.

KC, who caught Jenna with his phone, confirms the woman calling him is indeed his formerly incarcerated mother. Jenna, whose own mother is either a deadbeat or just plain dead depending on who's writing the episode, seems upset with KC for ignoring his mom's attempts to reach him.

Mrs. Torres, aka Mama Drew, is causing a fuss over her son not making quarterback. She goes to talk to the manager of the school, aka Principal Simpson. Drew again threatens Riley, who's now team captain and seems to have gotten away with the hazing plot entirely. Mrs. Torres is furious about the lack of punishment, ignoring the unspoken rule about football players being immune to consequences.

At the game, Coach Armstrong gets a shocking call: the team won't be playing today unless someone admits to Drew's attack. Zane shames Riley, who comes clean to everyone and therefore saves the day (after previously dooming it).

Alli, the last member standing of the Big D Dance Crue, must now perform alone. Her friends watch in horror as she does jumping jacks on the track and begs someone, anyone, to come dance with her. Clare forces Dave and Wesley to come with her to Alli's rescue while an NPC McFreakin' loses it in the stands.

Riley's been reduced to waterboy and suspended for five games, much to Drew's (slightly sympathetic) amusement. Zane admits Riley deserves to be on the field and makes another comment about Riley not being his true self. No wonder people keep finding out Riley is gay, because these two have this same conversation in public areas constantly.

With that, the big football episode is over. I'm admittedly not a fan of sports or even Riley, really; I often skip this set of episodes on rewatches. That's not to say it's necessarily a bad two-parter, but gay-and-homophobic Riley really only has this one plot. It gets boring to watch him and Zane go through the same back and forth of Riley not being ready to come out and Zane not being willing to accept that. It feels like the show is trying to paint Riley as being in the wrong here, but I honestly feel Zane is too pushy at times. I understand the pressure Riley's under and coming out isn't always the best or safest option for gay people--especially gay kids on sports teams.

Drew as a smug schemer is fun to watch and his demanding mom gives me war flashbacks to dealing with entitled high school parents. I like how he's objectively in the wrong for most of the episode but still has moments of being a decent person (refusing to rat out his teammates, attempting to make amends with Riley at the end, etc.). That basically sums up his entire character, as we'll soon see.

Alli's plot isn't really relevant in the grand scheme of things. She won't go on to form a new social group; instead, she'll just stay with the same one she's had (Clare, Jenna, Dave, etc.). Maybe the end is reflective of that--rather than her shiny new dance squad, it's her old friends who come save her from utter embarrassment.

On the other hand, KC's mom revelation (and rather unstable relationship with Jenna) will play a big part in things to come. We know KC had a troubled home life, which is why he's been in a group home since he was introduced on the show. I won't say much more, though--we're about to dive into this very soon.

[kigozula]

True Love: Sokkla Saturdays 2021

Day 2: Dance

Only You & Me

This is a I-supposed-to-not-publish-it-yet chapter from my Kim Possible AU Fic and the immediate continuation of So The Drama & also THIS

The moment was interrupted when Hawkey flew into their tree house. As always, he had bad news.

Hawkey is always sent by an Agent D., a friend and intermediary. They "met" before their first mission by coincidence. It was the start of ongoing missions for Azula and Sokka. He was a secret genius agent, finding out about anything going wrong in the capital.

Azula and Sokka wanted to meet Agent D. several times. But every time Agent D. cancelled because he has too many things to do and never came. Sokka was extremely disappointed at that.

"Somebody broke into the festival warehouse and stole all the lights for the evening"

Azula was holding the letter in her hand, with Sokka taking a look from behind. They didn't need to talk. Both of them knew what to do, so Azula ran to the palace to dress up into her armor and Sokka got into the house to dress into his.

They met in front of the warehouse.

"So, how did they get in here?" asked Sokka. They were sneaking into the warehouse, just in case someone was still in there "It's not like anyone has a key to one of the most important places in the capital"

"I'm not sure, but someone who is familiar with this place must have showed them how to get inside" Azula replied.

She felt Sokka's look behind her and turned her head to him. Indeed, he gave her a serious look and she knew what he was thinking.

"Sokka, we are not going to jump to conclusions without having any evidence"

"I'm just saying Azula! Who else could it be other than Kenai? He was the only stranger helping to prepare for the festivals!"

Azula huffed and kept walking slowly, with Sokka close behind her.

Honestly, she thought it could be Kenai too, but why? Why would he do that?

Sokka obviously didn't trust him. From the beginning he was jealous. Kenai was interested in her, that much was clear, for everyone could see it. But she wasn't.

These days she wondered if she would ever meet a man and fall in love. She imagined the guy she would love, would fall in love with her too. Years ago she had a crush on Chan once. Other than that, the only man in her life was Sokka. It always has been him, for he was her best friend.

But something was changing. Even if she was trying to stop her thoughts wandering to the possibility, something was changing, especially today. He was always protective and cared deeply for her, as she cared for him too.

But why was he hurt this time? Why was he giving her that look? Why was he scared? Was it just because he didn't trust him or because he thought their friendship would end? Or was it much more than that? She never liked assuming things, yet there where question marks inside her head. Was Sokka by any chance in...

A loud noise startled her out of her thoughts.

“What was that?" Sokka moved in front of Azula immediately.

She smiled at his protectiveness.

Sokka forgot the noise when he saw her giving him that soft look.

Since when did her smiles warmed his heart this much? Since when did the look of those beautiful eyes hurt him?

Azula's smile vanished and she looked away.

"Azula" Sokka started, but his sentence was interrupted when Azula looked surprised at someone and called a name he hated so much.

"Kenai?"

Kenai looked ashamed and said "I need to tell you guys something"

Sokka held back the urge to punch him. Why was he appearing out of nowhere in such a moment?

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

"All I want to say is, I am sorry" Kenai said.

He admitted that he and some friends tried to boycott the festivals. But when he met Azula and her friends, he changed his mind. He started liking the people here and the capital.

The soldiers and festival workers went to the place Kenai told them to bring back the lights.

The princess was thinking about what to do with Kenai now. He was clearly regretting it. What would their friends think about this action? They'd wait and see.

Everything seemed to fare well for the evening except the worry for the lights. Students of the Fire Nation Academy prepared a ball and that was what they needed the lights for.

Azula planned to go to the ball with her friends too. Many of them had dates with their partners. She hadn't... neither did Sokka.

She felt a hand pulling at her arm.

"Azula..." Sokka looked at her.

"Azula, you know how deeply I care for you. I always did since we met for the first time" he smiled sadly, remembering the best moment of his life.

Azula smiled too.

"I... I want you to know, that no matter what happens, I will always be there for you" he continued "I will use anything in my power to keep you happy and safe, to support you through all of your decisions as long as you really want it"

What was Azula supposed to say now?

"Because that's what a best friend should do right?" he continued saying and tightened his hand around her arm while closing his eyes.

"Even if..." he couldn't say that could he? Was it his rightful place to tell her, that it hurt him too much to imagine her with another man?

He felt Azula's hand grabbing his away from her arm and intertwined their fingers.

"Sokka" she said.

He opened his eyes and looked confused.

"It's been a long time since we last ate at 'Capital Nacho's' together" she said smiling.

Sokka looked surprised and started smiling too.

"But before we do that, we need to go somewhere else" she pulled at his hand, and he was even more confused now.

"Come with me" and they started running together.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

The ball took place at the academy grounds. An amazing view, with romantic light shining through the darkness.

Everyone gathered there. Mai wondered if Azula and Sokka would come to the ball too.

Just as she thought about them the crowd let out a loud gasp.

Silence.

At first, she thought something bad happened. But then she saw what shocked the crowd when she looked at the entrance.

Azula, in a beautiful dress. Sokka in a nice suit.

Hand in hand and a light blush on their faces.

Mai smiled at that. Katara was shocked.

The silence finally broke when the crazy one of the group shouted:

"Yeah, finally!" Toph jumped out of her chair.

After her cheering, the whole crowd clapped and smiled at the new arrivals. Everyone secretly knew that someday this big friendship would turn into romance.

Momo pushed Azula and Sokka closer.

Sokka gathered more confidence and leaded Azula to the dance ground, where the crowd made space for them.

Her heart was beating faster than normal. She felt like everyone could hear it.

At the beginning they were shy and unsure while dancing, but after looking into each other's eyes, things felt easier.

Sokka put her hands onto his shoulders now and his own on her waist, pulling her a bit closer.

He could feel her scent.

Others at the ball started dancing too.

Sokka was sure: he fell in love with her. Not today, not yesterday and also not two weeks ago.

He has been in love with her for far longer than he realized. Azula tried to find out if this was what falling in love felt like. For it felt right.

Both of them didn't give enough credits to their feelings. Why? Because they've always been together, and believed they'd stay together forever. None of them thought the other would walk away from the other's life. And they didn't even want to imagine that possibility ever.

But they knew now. This was more than a friendship. This was true love.

Instinctively, both of them came even closer and closed their eyes slowly. The dance turned into a hug, the meaningful kiss sweetening their moment and gifting their souls with the best warmth ever.

They were officially Sokkla now.

[personasintro]

My humble opinion is that they weren't and aren't that mad at James and his team. Sure, he could have come up with classier jokes other than the old "all boybands' fans are 13 year old girls". And after being called out on it, he should have had the humility to apologize for, even though "jokingly", downgrading BTS and armys who, as we know, are a very diverse group of MILLIONS of people (that's the whole beauty of it).

But I also think (and this is the downside of the diversity) this situation was blown put of proportion by some people, who had really extreme, immature and hateful reactions; which I would dare say is something BTS is not particularly comfortable with and do not nevessarely condone. It's actually shameful that someone received (probably thousands) hate threats over something like this. And I'm sad that these few people are "defining" our image as BTS' fans. Something like this shouldn't generate all the hate it does. And I think they just want to put it past them and clear the air, so they can maintain what I'm sure has been a good relationship with James Corden's show and calma everyone down.

Besides, why do so many people seem to think BTS and HYBE can't tell when people have bad intentions? It's a fact that they have been taken advantage of and often relied on for views and attention. But have people stopped to think that maybe they can stand up for themselves? I'm all for supporting BTS and their team, but I also trust their judgement and decisions. Give them some credit.

like I said, they obviously won’t be completely angry at him and show it // or never come back there because they always perform, do an interview and other stuff there whenever they’re in la — nobody expects them to do that because it’s not something to be completely cancelled for (although, james seemed to fake smile a lot while talking about armys and the whole thing but that’s another thing), what I was mainly talking about was the way he reacted and what he said as his response while he DIDN’T even apologize which you know, if he did that, it’d clear the air.

this is simply my opinion, I’m not gonna cancel him and become his hater or whatever, I’m just deeply disappointed by this whole thing🤷‍♀️

yes, hybe is their company but that doesn’t mean you can trust them when it comes to everything, it’s still business and money in the process… there are so many behind the scene things we don’t know of, we’d be surprised… it’s almost when yoongi (at least I think it was him) said there are kpop groups where members actually don’t get along together but they just pretend in front of the fans and cameras… you literally can’t trust everyone and everything just because you love a group but yeah, that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about (I mean this in general and what I said about the company before I get misunderstood hehe)

[sofreddie]

Sam's Revenge (Part 10)

Characters: Michael!Dean, Benny, Cas, Sam, Reader, Others mentioned

Warnings: Extreme Angst

Word Count: 1,443

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PART 9

Dean, Benny, and Cas fought their way into Sam's compound, a mix of stealth and outright brawl. The demons seemed to be endless and they continued striking them down. As they finished slaughtering the initial wave, Benny turned to Dean, huffing for breath from the fight.

"Dean, you need to go find Y/N and your boy," he said, Cas warning them as more footsteps could be heard approaching. Benny closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, before his lids flew open and he pointed up the elaborate spiral staircase, "She's up there," he said after catching her scent, forever ingrained in his memory.

Dean hesitated before nodding, charging up the steps in a flurry as he could hear the fighting recommence downstairs. He rushed through the halls, swinging open doors of the mansion in search of his wife and child. He finally found them at the end of one of the halls, imprisoned in a lavish suite.

"Dean?" Y/N squeaked in surprise as she saw him burst through the bedroom door. She leaped up from where she sat on the small sofa, baby DJ clutched in her arms. She ran to him without a second thought, accepting his strong arms around her body as he took a moment to cherish his family in his arms once more.

"Benny and Cas are downstairs," Dean breathed out, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, "We gotta get you two out of here."

"But, Sam-" Suddenly Dean's eyes flashed blue, his body gone rigid as his arms fell from around her. The light dissipated and Dean's head turned down stiffly to meet her eyes once more.

"I need your help to defeat Sam," Dean spoke, though his voice was different, colder.

"Dean?"

"My name is Michael and I'm an angel. I'm sharing this vessel with Dean," he explained, seeing the concern and awe in her eyes.

"An angel? L-like Castiel?"

Dean - no, Michael, her mind reminded her - sneered slightly at her question, "An archangel," he clarified, "We have to stop Sam."

"B-but, how?"

"His necklace, it holds his soul," he elaborated, "If you can return his soul, it will cancel the siphon spell. Then I will defeat him." Y/N nodded in understanding as she remembered the last time she broke the necklace.

Y/N took advantage of Sam’s distraction, pushing him as hard as she could from her. Sam fell back several feet, stumbling. Realizing what just happened, he growled, his lips curling up over his teeth as he huffed, glaring at Y/N and taking a wide step towards her.

Sam immediately stopped upon seeing his necklace dangling between the fingers of her closed fist, the light pulsing stronger than before. He looked down at his chest to verify it was real, his hand not finding the pendant in its usual place. Sam looked up at her then with rage, and a hint of fear.

“Give it back, Y/N. Don’t make me take it from you.” He reached out his open hand, waiting for her to return it. Y/N paused, before sighing in defeat, and slowly walking forward to place it in his hand. Sam growled with impatience as she hovered close to his hand, causing her to jump and drop the pendant. Sam’s eyes went wide as it fell, hitting the ground, bouncing and rolling. His eyes jumped to Y/N. A lump formed in her throat, knowing whatever was coming wasn’t good. Might as well make it count, she thought as she suddenly stomped on the pendant with her heal. A crunch was heard before the room exploded in blue light, blinding them. Then nothing but the sound of Sam’s agonizing screams.

Benny and Cas appeared in the room then behind Dean, battered and bloody from battle, distracting her from her memories.

"Hey, Cher," Benny smiled at her and she returned the gesture.

"Cas," Dean said, "Take DJ and get somewhere safe. Benny, you go with him."

"What about you two?" Cas asked as he accepted the young child into his arms.

"We'll take care of Sam."

Benny and Cas nodded, bidding quick farewells before taking off once more. Y/N looked at Dean. She wondered if the others knew about Michael. Michael was certainly good at being Dean she uncomfortably realized.

Dean turned and smirked at her, as if he could hear her thoughts, "Let's go find Sam, shall we?" Dean said as he left the room, knowing she'd follow.

As soon as they stepped into the hallway, Sam was there, standing further down the corridor. His large frame seemed to fill the hall as he started at his brother menacingly.

"You're dead," Sam spoke matter-of-factly, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, "You're not Dean."

"No, I'm not," Michael said as he took a step closer, "You are an abomination and I am going to destroy you."

"Is that so?" Sam smirked humoredly before turning his gaze to Y/N, "Come here, Y/N," Sam crooned. She swallowed hard, casting a questioning glance at Michael before moving to Sam's side, "Let her go and you'll have your battle," Sam sneered, one arm wrapped protectively around Y/N, holding her to his side.

Her head shot up to look at Sam then, his normal hazel eyes peering down at her in response. In the whole time he held her captive, he wasn't cruel to her. He provided for her and DJ and kept them from harm's way, even if they were prisoners. But now, for Sam to try and keep her safe from a perceived danger, shocked her. Even dark and without a soul he seemed to care about her and that thought sent unpleasant chills through her body.

"Agreed," Michael said after a pause, flashing his eyes at Y/N before returning his gaze to his foe. Sam turned, ignoring Michael for the moment, cupping Y/N's face in his hands. He leaned down and placed a tender peck to her lips. She froze in fright and uncertainty at the touch of his lips to hers, reminding her of things she'd rather forget.

She managed to remember her goal, her task, as Sam kissed her gently. With a shaky and hesitant hand, she reached up, trailing her hand along his chest. Sam moaned lightly, kissing her again and Y/N forced herself to respond to the kiss, furthering Sam's distraction.

With a sharp intake of breath, she pulled back from the kiss, holding his gaze. She suddenly forced herself several feet back from him and it was then Sam saw the glimmer of the necklace wound between her fingers. His eyes flashed to hers as he realized exactly what she had done.

"Y/N-" he breathed out, seemingly hurt and disappointed. But that couldn't be, she told herself. She shook her head, dropping the necklace and lowering her foot to smash it to pieces. The second it broke, the familiar bright light filled the room, Sam's screams echoing off the walls around them.

As the light faded, Y/N saw Sam on his knees, panting for breath. Michael stood over him, a hand outstretched as he connected with Sam's head. Sam screamed once more as a whirlwind of energy was sucked from his body and into Michael's hand. After what seemed like an eternity, Sam dropped to his side, crumpled in pain and shaking.

"Is…is it…done?" Y/N asked, looking at Michael.

"His soul is intact and I have cleansed him of the blood, and his power with it," Michael stated, turning to meet her eyes.

"So you'll go back to Heaven now?"

"Yes," Michael agreed, turning as if to leave.

"Wait!" Y/N shouted, rushing to him, "Dean-"

"I said you and your son would be safe. I even left Sam alive for Dean. But I never said I would return him."

"No!" Y/N screamed, lunging at the angel who caught her and held her a safe distance from him, rolling his eyes as if he were bored.

"If you or Sam come after me or Dean, the deal is off. I will gut your son while you watch and then I'll kill you and Sam," Michael promised in a low tone, his eyes flashing blue for a moment, "Do you understand?"

Tears streaked down her face as she sobbed, trying to find words to beg and plead with the angel. He shook her forcefully, roaring in her face.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Y-yes," she stuttered out through broken sobs. At her uttered words, his touch was gone, along with Dean, the space he occupied now empty. She dropped to her knees, screaming out her pain.

She would find a way to get Dean back. She had to.

A/N: There will be a third and final series to The Winchester Way saga. It is currently being written and will be released May 2021.

Forevers:

@winchesterprincessbride

@iamcmims

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@reigningqueenofwords

@mogaruke

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@sterekloveaffairs

@mrs-meghan-winchester

@chook007

@growningupgeek

@goldenolaf25

@esoltis280

@hobby27

@sis-tafics

@arryn-nyxx

@x-waywardaf-x

@shann-the-artist-moon

@sandlee44

@lucywinchester2000

@emoryhemsworth

@time-travel-bouqet

@buckysbrat

@calaofnoldor

@spnbaby-67

@miraclesoflove

@lyarr24

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@allethalove

@squirrelnotsam

@salt-n-burn-em-all

@idreamofdeanie

[imagine-zen]

I'm on route 707 and I just received the Zen call telling me that I could ask for advice about men and relationships to him, you can make a scenario where I'll call him for advice thank you

Woop, I’m back! Gonna be going through requests and doing them between classes and work, starting with the earliest ones and working up. Requests are still closed for now.

Thank you for bearing with me as I get back into things! 

       “Hey Zen,” MC said once they heardthe phone click as Zen answered. “What’s a good kind of condom?”

           He sputtered on the other end of theline, not having expected that kind of question before he could even say hi. “Um,I mean, I-I guess any is fine, why? No, never mind, don’t answer that.”

           MC laughed, leading to Zen’s facegoing red. He was glad that MC couldn’t see him at the moment. “Ah, messingwith me huh? That’s so mean,” He pouted.

           Chuckling, MC responded. “Sorry, Icouldn’t help it. But seriously, I could use some of that relationship adviceyou offered a while back.”

           “Oh~ need some love advice from bigbro Zen?”

           MC scoffed, flicking their hair outof their eyes. “Can you help?”

           “Of course,” Zen hummed, sittingdown in a chair near the window. “What do you need?”

           Shifting in their seat, MC fidgetedwith their free hand. “I’d like to – well, the person I like is strugglingright now, and I want show that I understand things are difficult but that Istill care,” they said in a rush, squinting their eyes nervously while waitingfor Zen’s response.

           “Wow,” Zen exhaled, his heartsinking just a little bit. This didn’t sound like MC was talking about him. “Thissounds serious.”

           MC chewed on their bottom lip,unsure what agreeing would imply. “Maybe,” They mumbled, too nervous to hope. “But,can you help? I don’t wanna do anything that pressures him or makes him feellike he has to do something in return, and, yeah.”

           Zen nodded. “Sure, of course.” Hepaused to inhale and gather his thoughts. “Well, it’d be helpful if I knew whothis person was.”

           “Nope, no,” MC said, shaking theirhead for emphasis. “You’d just make fun of me.”

           “What? I’d never!”

           MC continued shaking their head,though to a lesser degree. They could imagine Zen’s laughter, making fun of Sevenif they confessed. And even worse, what if he told Seven? By accident or on purpose,either would be the end of MC.

           Zen sighed. “Listen, MC, if you don’twant to tell me, I understand, but I can’t give much help without knowinganything about the guy.”

           MC didn’t say anything, staring intospace, thinking about potential outcomes.

           “MC?” Zen asked, starting to worryif anyone was on the other end of the phone.

           “Yeah, I’m here.” They sighed. “Youpromise you won’t laugh or anything?”

           “Pinky promise.”

           “Okay, well, the person I care about…it’s Seven.”

           Silence from Zen’s end of the call.

           Trying his best to hold back hisexclamation of shock, Zen had covered his mouth quickly. He wasn’t sure if hewas surprised, disappointed, or angry. Whatever he was feeling, he knew heneeded to hold in his feelings. This was about MC right now, and he said he’d helpthem, so he would.

           While he was thinking all of this,MC felt more and more anxious. They were too nervous to say anything, but toonervous to hang up.

           “Okay,” Zen exhaled. “Let’s see, you’reright – Seven’s been under a lot of stress lately, been acting weirder thannormal. He’s pretty vocal about stuff he likes though, isn’t he? Why not gethim some chips, similar to the ones he likes that were cancelled?”

           “No,” MC exhaled in a breath ofrelief that Zen was still there, willing to help, and not judging them. Or, atleast not judging them out loud. “That feels too simple, like something thatanyone could do. I want this to be meaningful, something to show him that Icare, but like, something more than just an easy gift, you know?”

           “Yeah,” Zen nodded to himself. “Yeah,I understand.” He paused to think more. “Well, despite all his talk, Sevendoesn’t care too deeply about many physical things. If he cares half as muchabout you as you do him, just knowing that you’re safe and there for him shouldbe enough?”

           “You really think so?” MC asked.

           They’d had similar thoughts, butagain, that felt almost too easy. They wanted to be there for Seven for as longas he’d have them, that felt like a given. Maybe saying so concretely would be agood way to express how MC felt.

           “I do, anyone would be beyond lucky tohear such things from you. Knowing someone like you is supporting him will definitelymake Seven feel better and know that you’re there for him.”

           “You’re just saying that,” MC chuckled,flattered by Zen’s words anyway.

           Zen gasped, trying to lighten themood. “I am not! On my honor as an actor, I speak only the truth.”

           MC chuckled. “Alright, thank you Zen.”

           “Any time, give me a call wheneveryou need advice from your big bro, okay?”

           “I will, talk to you later then.”

           “Of course, and MC?” Zen startedright before MC ended the call.

           “Yeah?”

           “That guy, he’s pretty weird, buteven so he’s been acting stranger than normal lately. You’re a great person,and Seven better appreciate you, no matter what else is going on in his life. Ifhe doesn’t, well, then he doesn’t deserve you,” Zen sighed, rubbing his eyes ashe tried to figure out his thoughts. “What I’m trying to say is, take care ofyourself too, okay? And I meant what I said, if you ever need to talk aboutSeven or anything else going on with, call me, I’ll be there for you.”

           MC nodded. “Thank you, I mean it.”

           “Of course, bye then, have a goodnight.”

           “You too, Zen.”

           MC exhaled as they ended the call,staring at their phone screen. Hearing Zen’s voice was helpful, and what hesaid was helpful too. They unlocked their phone again, writing out a text tosend to Seven before turning in for the night.

[emisfritish]

Emma, as a local Tay Tawan lover, what do you think of all the things that came up today ? I'm sad and curious to know ur opinion about his tweet =(

Hi dear anon,

I’m sorry for only answering this ask now, I’ve been trying to sort out my feelings and my thoughts. I’ve also been trying to separate the obvious bias I have for Tay and my love for him, from what I personally know and believe intellectually in order to not let my feelings for this actor in particular cloud my judgement.

Here’s what I came up with, and sorry for the mess that I’m about to post : First I won’t sum up the whole situation that happened today with some GMMTV actors, because if you’re on tumblr you’ve probably seen it, and some other blogs have already explained it way better than I could have. Coming from some of these actors I can’t really lie and say I’m surprised (it’s far from the first time they’ve said problematic/homophobic shit). Coming from some others, like Singto for instance, who I actually really respected... yeah. I’m angry and disappointed, and trying to work through that.

Now onto what Tay tweeted after videos from the three actors resurfaced. First off, here’s the actual translation from his tweet, for reference :

"We've all encountered a moment where we made mistakes or we were stupid. However, life is about growing up and learning new matters. So, remain in the present and learn to forgive yourself and others."

Now we don’t know exactly what the tweet was referring to, he never mentions anyone by name, but yeah, I think it’s safe to assume it is in fact about the whole situation. I’ll put my thoughts under a cut because this got LONG. 

I won’t lie, I’m very torn about the tweet. I’m torn between the emotional side of my brain that is disappointed and sad that he felt the need to tweet that to defend some of the highly problematic stuff that was said, and with the rational part of my brain that also fundamentally agrees with some of the ideas behind the tweet, whether they were expressed well or not, that’s not for me to judge.

Here’s what I disagree with : ‘Remain in the present and learn to forgive’ > The fact that those videos are dated for some of them certainly doesn’t mean that blatant homophobia or misogynistic/transphobic behaviour should be swipped under the rug and forgotten and forgiven. It’s not how it works, and those actors need to understand why what they said was wrong and be held accountable for it.

Him being the actor I love the most and deeply respect won’t stop me from calling him off on why I think it was  wrong : It was in poor taste, these men are all grown men and they’re capable of rational thought and should in fact be held accountable and apologize for their actions or words. It’s not Tay’s job to apologize for them if they won’t even apologize themselves.

On the other hand, I also really do hate cancel culture with a passion and I think it does nothing to help the situation long term, and I do believe in the fundamental idea behind the tweet > educating people is the most important, and what is going to help us evolve as a society. We learn new things everyday, I know I for sure deeply regret some of the stuff I said in the past and I’m sure most of us do too.  People have different cultural backgrounds, different upbringings that shaped the way they see the world, and if I do believe that calling off people on the problematic stuff they say is HIGHLY important and what will change things and mentalities, I also believe in allowing these people a chance to learn and grow without cancelling them.

(NB: This idea has one very noticeable exception for one of the three actors that has repeatedly said numerous problematic things for years, been called off on it, and yet has been unwilling to learn. At one point, it’s not about educating him anymore, it’s about acknowledging the fact that he doesn’t want to learn because he doesn’t think he is wrong, and that’s a whole other issue.).

To explain why this is one of my strongest beliefs, I have to go a little personal here, so bear with me: I am lucky enough to have a family that is all in all very open-minded. But one day we were having dinner with my family and a transgender woman was eating at a table not far from us and my father made a couple jokes about that person that were in very bad taste. Let me tell you... I saw red. I couldn’t utter a word the rest of the evening and my hands were actually shaking with anger. My father, one of the people I respect the most in the world, really made that joke. When we came home, I was so mad I couldn’t talk so I went straight to my room and it was my mum (wise woman that she is) that came to talk to me and said that I couldn’t just not say anything to him and that I had to talk to him and explain why what he said was wrong. Because if not me, then who ? So I did. And yeah... It was the most uncomfortable/tense conversation I have ever had with my father. I cried through almost all of it and it kind of shattered the “idealistic” image I had of him. At the end of the day though? I won, and my mum was right. Because I managed to make my father understand why what he said was wrong, and my father has NEVER made another such joke since then and has actually been vocal to people around him about why such jokes are problematic.

LONG STORY SHORT (and sorry for this anon, it’s more than you asked for...) : I believe that some of the stuff that has resurfaced is appalling and there is no excuse for the stuff that was said, no matter how old it might be, and in that, I do wish Tay hadn’t tried to apologize for them or make excuses, if that was his intention. I’m seeing an actor I loved (Singto) in a whole new light because of that joke and nothing can excuse those jokes. But I also agree with the idea that educating people and explaining where they went wrong will always be more powerful and useful in creating a better society than hating and cancelling them will. That this is how we grow and we evolve as a society (where let’s be real, misogynistic/homophobic/transphobic ideas are still very present).

These people needed to be called off for the problematic things they said/did and they should absolutely be held accountable for them, but we also have to educate them on why what they said/did was wrong and for that, we have to allow them the chance to actually listen to us and hear us.

[uglypastels]

Delay // Tom Holland

(a/n) I'll just call these short stories "fics I wrote in moments I really needed Tom". Got a 5 hour delay today. Whooo! So here is a little fic I wrote as I waited.

word count: no idea, wrote it on my phone

Warning: shitty writing, swearing, mention of cheating (just because)

"Due to incovenience with the weather, the following flights will be cancelled..." your ears perked up as you listened to your flight number being called out. With a groan you slid down in your chair that you had been seated in for the last twenty minutes. The flight attendant at the gate gave a small apology and explained more about the circumstances. Were they really expecting from you to wait another half an hour to get your flight rebooked?

Well, it's not like you could do anything else. You opened your book again and continued the enticing story.

This was, unfortunately, put to a halt once again when a man ran up to the gate. "NO, no, no, no." He kept on mumbling. You looked up at him through your lashes. His face was red, probably from running through the whole airport.

"Don't worry. They cancelled the flight." You mumbled as he stopped in front of you, his breathing heavy as he looked at the boarding information. His eyes widened and he looked down. His brown irises pearcing into yours.

"What? Why?"

"Weather's shit." You shrugged and continued to scan the words on your page. Something brushed against your shoulder as he sat down on the plastic chair next to you. Your eyes only moved to him for a second before turning back to the book.

He exhaled deeply. Somehow he managed to sound relieved but frustrated at the time. You were so close to each other that you could smell him: caramel brownie. You didn't expect a handsome man like him to smell like that.

Handsome? You gave him another quick glance. Yeah, handsome was an understatement.

"So, what now?" He asked as he turned to face you. You looked away hoping he didn't catch you staring.

"Uhm... they will rebook everyone on this flight. If you don't like the options, you can just ask for your money back and go." You repeated what you heard earlier over the inter-com. The man nodded along. His small brown curls falling up and down as he moved.

You started to wonder how to start a conversation when he asked you: "Where were you off to?"

"Weren't we supposed to be on the same flight?" You laughed lightly.

"Yeah. I meant, why? What occasion?"

"Wedding." You said, not with a lot of enthusiasm. "You?"

"Going to visit a friend."

"That's nice." You weren't looking at him, still embarrassed from when he might have caught you staring, but you felt his eyes on you.

"So is a wedding, isn't it?"

"It would be, if my boyfriend didn't cancel on me last minute." You looked up at him. Right at that moment his nice smile had twitched in... disappointment?

"How come?" He was a nosy one. Normally it would annoy you when strangers tried to converse with you. Though this, you didn't even mind. He was easy to talk to. But you kept yourself on edge. Not giving into the friendly facade immediately. He was a stranger after all. That is why you didn't mention the ex-boyfriend part of the story.

"He had to work." You shrugged again, laughing to yourself as you used the same excuse he did when he cancelled all of your plans to meet up with that bitch.

"That sucks." He pulled one of his legs on top of the other's knee. His legs spread, accidentally bumping into yours. "Sorry." He smiled while moving away lightly.

"That's okay." You reassured him. For the next few minutes you sat in silence. You reading your book, him checking things on his phone. From time to time, he would chuckle about something and your heart literally fluttered every time. It was actually really nice. You felt comfortable around him, something that didn't happen a lot, yet you didn't even know his name.

Then the silence was broken when the flight attendant called out that the flight was rebooked and everyone could walk up to the counter of the gate to get the new flight information.

You grabbed your backpack and basically ran over to the woman. By doing so, you managed to be one of the first to get their new ticket. Satisfied you sat down in your previous seat. The man who had accompanied you previously wasn't there. But you were alone for only a short while. Soon he came back. His own ticket in hand.

"Which one did they give you?" He asked, referring to the few options that were still available.

"The 4:25. You?"

"I got the same one." He smiled and sat down. You couldn't help but reciprocate the excitement. His smile was addicting.

"So that leaves us..." you looked at your phone for the time. 11:07. "Over five hours... oof." What were you to do, alone, for all that time.

"Hey," you were pulled out of your spiral by his voice. "Wanna grab something to eat maybe?"

"Uuhh...sure." Your striaghtened your posture. You hadn't even realized you were slouching.

"I'm Tom by the way."

"(Y/N)". You shook hands. At least you thought that was the plan. He, instead, took your hand and got up, pulling you along with him.

This was going to be fun. _____________________________

2:36. Less than two hours to go. You and Tom had managed to find a decent place to eat and after that took a walk through the busy airport. The tourist attracting shops having no effect on you, it was mostly to people watch.

"So what now?" You asked. You had stopped walking to look at him and he did the same. He thought for a moment.

"We sit."

"Where?" You looked around you. So did he. There were no seats anywhere near you. Then Tom's eyes lit up and a grin appeared on his face. It was that stupid kind of grin.

"There." He pointed to a corner in the hall. Right next to a giant commercial of an overpriced perfume.

"You're an idiot." You rolled your eyes but at the same time pulled his hand as you walked to the little secluded spot. It was one of those parts of an airport that was empty. Not because you weren't allowed to be there. It was just one of those hallways between gates where people kept on walking through, but never stayed in. Until you two came along.

You sat down and leaned against one of the walls. Tom did the exact same, all the way to how he crossed his legs the same way you did. You put your bags in between your and his legs.

"So..."

"So."

"So?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You blurted out. Your hand immmediately went up to cover your mouth. What the hell?! Tom looked at you surprised, clearly not expecting the question between all the "so" 's. But he just smiled, shaking his head.

"Sorry. I don't know why I asked." The hands that were in front of your mouth travelled up to cover your whole face.

"It's okay." He kept on laughing. You hoped he wouldn't stop. He looked so good when he did it. Well, he looked good doing anything, but with that smile on his face he looked even better. "And no, I don't have a girlfriend."

If you had been drinking water, you were sure it would have been all over him by now. How did he not have a girlfriend?

"What? I don't believe that." You told him the truth. He, however, just shrugged. "Better believe it, darling." The way he said that made you literally melt.

"But you have a boyfriend, right?" His eyebrow twitched just the slightest bit up by the question.

"More like an ex boyfriend," you mimicked his shrug.

"Did I miss something." He chuckled. "Pretty sure you had told me earlier that you had a boyfriend."

"Forgot to mention the part where I dumped his cheating ass.... oops." You gave him a sad smile.

"I'm so confused, but shit, (Y/N), I'm sorry." He spread his arms and you immediately went in to accept the hug. He was so warm and soft. The smell of caramel brownies still hung around him. It was sweet. You loved it.

And just like that you kept talking until your gate number was called out... just to keep talking while you made your way to it. This continued while you waited in line to get into the plane. You thought that would be it, but what were the odds, you had seats next to each other.

You kept talking until you fell asleep. Your head leaning against his shoulder. His head on yours. Fingers intertwined. His thumb brushing softly against your hand.

It might have been a dream, but it might have been in real life, but you were pretty sure you felt a pair of lips leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

The End

@spiderrrling @tomhollanders2013 @thelazypangolin @lovelyspidey @andwhatdostarsdobest

[thedistantstorm]

Phoenix Protocol 24

Zavala x Awoken Female Warlock | Mid/Post Forsaken | Slowburn | Gratuitous Descriptions of Light | Self-Confidence/Self-Worth Issues | Redemption

When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

Previously

-/

Tess watches him carefully as he speaks, attempting to glean what his intentions are. “I'm…” She does her best to withhold her surprise at his rather detailed request. Clearly, it is not for Ikora as some sort of peace offering, as she'd originally thought. “Eververse does not quite have what you seek. And in that time frame, I'm not sure I could get it done, regardless. I am only a one woman operation, since Fenchurch is,” Her blue eyes meet his. He does not look terribly impressed. “Well,” She waves away the awkwardness she feels. “You know.”

He still lingers, even after being shut down. That's unusual, she thinks. “Have you been in contact with Eva recently?”

Tess narrows her eyes. “She still is not interested in returning, Commander, though she does appreciate it when you write.”

That isn't his question, however, Tess realizes, the longer he lingers. She is not stupid. She knows a thing or two about men and their feelings, and - make no mistake - he may be the Vanguard Commander, but beneath it all, he too is just a man.

And while Tess would love to know literally all of the details - it would certainly serve to prove her status over her competitors and friends alike - she knows this is not the time. She runs a hand through her short blonde hair, ensuring not a strand has strayed. Blows out a quiet huff of air.

“She is still not working like she used to,” Tess says it lightly, but she does not miss the shadow cast across the man's face. “Higher callings and all that. Though, I am sure she will give me pointers as far as the design. I'll try to talk to her this evening.”

“You have my thanks,” Zavala nods, his eyes flashing warm and grateful. Tess swallows hard. It's easy to forget how handsome he is, beneath all those stuffy layers of servitude. “Please, let me know if there is anything I can-”

“I will keep you apprised of any issues, but, I am sure I can find the time to get it to you by your deadline.”

“You just said-”

“I forgot I that the conflict I thought I had was... cancelled.” Zavala does not believe her, she can see it in his face. Tess thinks that's just as well. “Can't have you soliciting my competition,” She offers instead, like some great concession. It's a bluff. She's overly friendly with her clients, sure, but she does not do warm and fuzzy. They are the means, and Eververse is the end. She does what she must. Reputation requires it.

However, it seems her words relax him a touch. He leans forward, as if he's just remembered that business is not free. “The payment-”

Tess smiles then, a cheshire grin blooming wide as her eyebrows rise and fall. Now they're talking. “We can discuss that at a later time. Seeing your-”

“-for your discretion,” He interjects, eyes narrowing.

“I assure you I am nothing but discreet.” she seems almost offended he would think anything otherwise.

He hums. “Of course,” He says, steely in his delivery. “I look forward to seeing the fruits of your labor.”

“Of course,” She parrots. “Check back with me in a few days. I am certain I will not disappoint.”

Eager for a hint, Tess watches him from her post, out of the corner of her eye for the next three days. Whomever they are, his intended, she cannot tell. He does not treat anyone differently. It only makes her more important, she thinks, to be working on something so personal for someone of such high stature.

-/

She seeks Ikora, one final time. The Warlock Vanguard is busy, murmuring to herself about countless tasks requiring completion, sending missives and receiving them in return. Even so, Miyu stands in the Bazaar for a long while, waiting for the woman to spare her a moment.

“What is it,” Ikora finally asks, yellow gold eyes flashing in impatience. “I don't have time-”

“I'm going to the Dreaming City,” Miyu declares in her usual breezy tone.

“You are not,” Her Vanguard tsks. “You received permission to see Osiris. That took weeks to arrange. I will not revise-”

“I'm not asking.”

Ikora's brows furrow.

“I was never going to see Osiris,” She tells Ikora, bowing deeply as she speaks to express her remorse. “I apologize for lying to you. I will report in when I get back.”

Miyu takes a full step backwards before Ikora reaches out and wraps cold fingers around her wrist. “You are not,” She seethes in a quiet whisper. “Do you think you'll be allowed to go where you please? You were nearly lost after-”

Miyu's eyebrows rise. “After what?”

“You know,” Ikora says, reigning her irritation back in for a more pinched, less expressive visage. Miyu is not sure she's happy that Ikora feels some remorse for what happened between them, or upset that it take so much to drag such emotion out of her.

The pale-skinned Warlock looks Ikora up and down, before reaching nimble fingers down to the inside of her right wrist and prying her Vanguard's fingers away.

“After 'what happened,’” Miyu intones, not looking kind, but not quite teetering over the edge into anger, “I had thought you might be more receptive to listening to me. You did not allow me to become one of your Hidden because my face is too honest and betrays a lie,” She shifts her feet, standing as tall as her modest height will allow. “You were attempting to placate me because you wronged me, I think,” She hedges. “But-”

“Of course I was! I nearly killed you!” The second the words are past her lips, Ikora's fingers cover her mouth. Around them, the Bazaar carries on, the drone of activity all around buffering their conversation, keeping it private.

“I told you the truth. I'm not angry with you for that.” Miyu holds Ikora's gaze with intense, serious eyes. “I am angry because you still do not listen. You hear everything, or so you say, but you don't care about anything.”

“That isn't true.”

“Well you certainly don't care about me.”

The Warlock Vanguard rolls her eyes. She has more important things to deal with than this drama. “I knew you were lying, Miyu. You're right,” Ikora concedes. “You give it away easily.” She folds her hands behind her back and turns, looking out at the Traveler. “But once you're out of the Tower, I cannot prevent you from seeking your own path. Arguing would have been a waste of both our time.”

Miyu frowns, mulling over Ikora's words.

“But now, your guilt has driven you to tell me the truth. And as your Vanguard, I cannot allow you to go off on your own, knowing how fragile your Light is.”

Miyu shakes her head and clenches her fists, stands her ground. “You're misunderstanding. I'm not telling you because I feel guilty. I'm telling you because I've also told the Commander.” Ikora's lips purse. Miyu's eyes narrow, as if encouraging some kick-back. “And I thought you would rather hear it from me.”

The grudge is like a dark undercurrent to her tone. Ikora growls, “And Zavala has given you approval? I don't find that likely.”

“Begrudgingly,” Miyu tells her, “Yes.”

“Is that so,” Ikora frowns. “Well, who am I to deny you?”

“I would have gone if he told me no,” Miyu replies evenly. She turns on her heel, so they are back to back. “As I said. I’ll report in when I return. Light's blessings, Ikora.”

That makes her Vanguard turn. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

Miyu shrugs, tipping her head back to look over her shoulder with one snow-colored eye. Primly, she admits, “Honestly, I think you need it more than me.”

Ikora snorts, behind her hand, the barbed comment on her tongue. More than someone whose innate Light is their own personal curse?

Ophiuchus appears beside her in a flash. “I heard you think that,” He says, in a flat tone that does not betray his true concern. She is even less receptive to it than usual, lately. “Which is why I'm not so sure she's wrong.”

[battlestar-royco]

Hey you remember that godawful show B!g M0uth? Yeah now in S3 it's trying to say that bi people are only attracted to men and women, while pan people are attracted to any and all genders, regardless of identity, and I'm just sitting here like "hello?????"

Omfg can B1g M0uth just?? Die? I’m seriously astounded that the show even got produced, let alone survived past season 3. I don’t understand what’s so good about fugly animation, unfunny jokes, and sexualized middle schoolers. I know a handful of people who are really into it and I just don’t get the appeal at all. I can’t say I’m surprised with their newest cold take, but it’s so disappointing because the show has a strong viewership. Netflix stop cancelling actually good shows because you’re blowing your money on deeply problematic dumb shit challenge.