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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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Veritaserum Prompt Fic (Part 10)

(Okay- I'm not going to lie, I took a little bit of sadistic joy at everyone's outrage and devastation over the previous chapter. But only because I know what's coming. I promise we'll have a happy ending. Anyway. Start with part 1 on tumblr or jump over to AO3 to read the whole thing, if you like.)

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Harry woke up smiling.

This was not something that had ever happened to him prior to the last week, but now the bed smelled like Draco, and the sun was slipping in through the curtains and warming his face, and Harry was free.

He'd never been this happy in his life.

Rolling over, he reached out, patting the bed and trying to find his lover's body so he could drag him over and kiss him awake.

When his searching turned up empty, Harry opened one eye to look at the empty space next to him. He frowned and cast a wandless tempus: 10:37. Harry blinked and summoned his wand and recast: 10:37.

That was strange, he never slept that late. Although, he supposed it explained why Draco was already up and out of bed, probably already out in his workshop working on whatever potion he'd been brewing the past week or so.

After a good stretch and pulling his hair up into a messy bun on top of his head, Harry made his way to the kitchen and over to the coffee pot. He frowned again when he found it empty and turned to head outside and make sure Draco was alright.

Before he'd gotten more than a few steps, his eyes caught on a piece of parchment and a familiar hawthorn wand laying on top of the island. "No," he whispered, heart freezing in his chest.

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He picked up the letter off the island with a trembling hand and read

Dearest Harry, How can I even begin to tell you all that you mean to me? A less cowardly man than I would have found a way to say it to your face, but we both know that bravery is more your department. You've given me so much, Harry. I could never have imagined falling in love, never imagined that someone might love me in return. But that's why I had to do this, you see that don't you? Not because I don't love you but because I do. I love you with every fiber of my being, with all that I am, and you are mine, Harry. And I couldn't let you pay the price for my sins. I couldn't let you give up everything for me. Granger helped me draw up a contract with the Minister himself, you three certainly have a lot of friends in high places. In exchange for me, they're clearing you of all charges. Don't be angry with her; she just wants what is best for you, as well you must know by this point in your friendship. I know you're hurting right now, love. I know that this is breaking your big, perfect, beautiful heart; it's breaking the pathetic, shriveled excuse of a heart that I have, too. But it will pass, my darling, if you let it. So please, for me, let it go. Let me go. Be happy, be in love, live whatever life you want. Travel. Go to the States and do whatever muggle thing you wanted to do. You deserve the best life. Please know that I will spend the rest of my life grateful for you. And I will never forget the time when you were mine. You are, without exception, the best thing that has ever happened to me. Forever yours, Draco

Harry stared at the parchment in his hand, trailing trembling fingers over Draco's elegant script as his eyes blurred and his breathing came too fast. He clenched the letter to his chest, gasping against the ache of his heart expanding to accommodate the sadness and the sense of loss.

Without another thought he apparated straight into Ron and Hermione's kitchen.

"We thought you might show up at some point," Ron's voice said behind him.

Harry whipped around to see them both sitting at the table, "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.

Hermione sighed, "What he asked us to."

"Why?" he asked before the enormity of this situation hit him all over, the realization that he'd never see Draco again stealing the air from his lungs. He bent forward, putting his hands on his knees, "I can't breathe," he managed, trying to suck breath into his lungs and failing.

Ron was at his side in an instant, easing him onto the floor as Hermione appeared in front of him, "let your head drop between your knees. Focus on a slow inhale, slow exhale," she said and Harry tried to sync up his breathing with hers until his heart stopped racing.

He leaned his head back against the wall and scrubbed his hands over his face. "He's gone," he whispered. Then he opened his eyes and looked at them, "How could you let this happen?"

Hermione looked down at her hands, "Draco reached out to me the day after the trial. He said he couldn't trap you, couldn't force you to live a life on the run again."

"And that he couldn't bear the thought of you getting caught," Ron added.

"We wouldn't have gotten caught," he said derisively.

Hermione shook her head, "Maybe not but what about every other person in your life, Harry? You would have spent the rest of your life separated from them."

"We miss you, mate," Ron added.

He shook his head and swiped angrily at the tears in his eyes, "Then we could have figured something out. It had only been a week!" he protested. "Just one week, we could have-" he broke off and covered his mouth. After a heart beat, he stood up, "I can't be here right now. I can't-" he shook his head, "I can't do this."

"Harry-" Hermione started.

"He asked me not to be mad at you," he said, "but I'm-" he broke off, his hands trembling as he tried to open the door. "I need-" he tried again before simply giving up and walking out the door. He needed Draco.

"Harry!" Ron called behind him but he just kept walking.

He'd come back. He'd forgive them. He knew he would, he just needed a little time.

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However, leaving was actually a seemingly bad idea.

In the 30 minutes after he left the house, he learned that part of the "deal" that Draco had struck with Kingsley involved the Ministry being able to tell whatever lies they wanted to about Draco. Some papers claimed that it had been a love potion, some claimed it was a cursed object, some claimed he'd been imperiused.

Harry stood in front of a newsstand, seething as he read the headlines. How could they have let this happen? How could Draco have signed a contract that allowed for this?

And then he saw it: The Quibbler. Draco and Harry were on the front page, just like every other newspaper, but the article was titled, "From the Wrinkspurts: They're in Love". The world tilted, righting itself slightly as a plan started to form in the back of his mind.

He looked up at the man running the stand who'd been just staring at him, "I need one of everything," he said. "I don't have any money but I'll bring-"

"They're yours," the man interrupted, grabbing papers from all the different piles. He even tossed on one for gardening and one for cooking.

"Err," Harry, "Not those ones," he said, nudging the two irrelevant ones away. "Just the ones about me," he added, "At the risk of sounding self centered."

"Whatever you want, mate," the man said. "They're yours."

"Thanks," Harry said, grabbing the stack of them and concentrating so he could apparate through the Ministry's wards because he simply didn't give a fuck anymore.

There was a sound vaguely like glass shattering as Harry popped up in front of the secretary's desk outside of Kingsley's office. She shrieked and a coffee cup went flying, breaking when it hit the ground.

"I'm here to see Kingsley," he said simply.

A hand fluttered up to cover her heart, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Potter, but he's in a meeting."

"Interrupt it," he said. "I guarantee what I have to say is more important."

"I can't just-"

"Look," Harry interrupted. "Just go and ask him. If he tells you to send me away, that's fine, I'll go."

She appeared to consider this for a moment, then she stood up and made her way to the door, knocking and slipping in.

A moment later she reappeared, "Would you mind waiting for just one moment?" she asked, gesturing to the chairs across from her desk. "He'll be right with you."

It was barely two minutes before three people came hurrying out of the room, avoiding Harry's gaze.

Kingsley followed, "Harry," he greeted, "Please come in."

Harry stood up and followed Kingsley in, not allowing himself to feel inferior because of the sweatpants and t-shirt he was still wearing.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Let Draco Malfoy go," he replied.

Kingsley raised an eyebrow, "You know as well as I do that we're not going to do that. It's not possible."

"I thought you might say that," he replied as he started tossing magazines one by one onto the man's desk. "But you really ought to have told them all the same story."

"What?" the man asked with a laugh, "Why? Why should that matter?"

"Because it's going to make the Ministry look even more incompetent when I tell all of them the truth."

He shrugged, "It's of little concern, it won't matter."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Harry replied. "Because I'm not just going to tell them the truth about Draco Malfoy and his heinous treatment by Ministry officials prior to his trial. I am going to tell them everything and I'm going to watch the Ministry burn."

"Harry, be reasonable," he said. "So you tell everyone your story about finding Malfoy in the Department of Mysteries, garner a little sympathy because he was a teenager and now you're in love," he continued. "But it doesn't take much to drag his name through the mud again. To remind people that he tried to kill Dumbledore, to remind them of the cabinet that let death eaters into Hogwarts, to remind people of the lives that were lost because of him."

Harry's veins burned with rage and it was all he could do to keep himself from lashing out.

Kingsley shook his head, "Do what you must, but your story will never be enough."

He let out a humorless chuckle and leaned forward, bracing his fist on the desk, "I got into the Department of Mysteries within a matter of months. Do you really believe that the only information I got was about Draco Malfoy?"

"You'll be prosecuted, if you disclose any information you obtained illegally" he replied steadily.

"I am Harry fucking Potter," he said with a growl. "If you try to prosecute me, you will have an uprising on your hands. Especially after everything I'm going to expose. So good luck with that, I'll enjoy watching this burn even faster," he said, gesturing to the space around them.

"Harry," he said, "You must know that what you're asking of me simply isn't possible," a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

The corner of Harry's mouth ticked up, "I'm going to win," he said. "And we both know it." He turned, leaving the magazines spread across his desk. "The only question is how much do you want to see burn before it happens." When he reached the door he called over his shoulder, "I'm holding a press conference tomorrow at six." He looked back at the other man, "You have until then to get him released."

On his way out he cast a patronus that he was sending to Azkaban with a simple message. I'm getting you out.

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Okay, friends. There will be at least one more part of this fic (maybe two) but this is getting too long. <3

Part 9 | Part 11

#veritaserum prompt fic #part 10 #drarry #harry is so fed up with the ministry #drarry ficlet #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry fic #idiots in love #facing problems head on #love #forgiveness #almost to the end #happy ending coming

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spade-riddles · 3 years ago

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Submission: Jerk is 🤬!!!!

I've something really interesting to talk about this news of the Ableton that definitely, if I had ever doubted JK's character, by now I would have confirmed that Jerk really is a sack of shit!!!!

I was going to post about the Ableton news the week this news came out, but I had to postpone it because I was so busy that week. I saw this article on the Billboard website on the day it was published, the 18th, and I can claim you that the original news said the virtual meeting took place in "July 2019". That's how the first publication was written, not "summer 2020" as it is in most of the other news that came out, or "July 2020" as it is now on the Billboard page. Now imagine my surprise when I came back to the site to post on tumblr last week and said the meeting was in "July 2020"! 😯

Unfortunately I can't prove that what I'm saying is true because how I was worried about other things when I read about it, I forgot to maked a screenshot of the paragraph that talks about their virtual meeting (🤦🏻‍♀️). Although I'm sure it was written 2019 because I was very angry at the time and commented (almost snarling 🤬) with my sister who was beside me on the subject. After I saw that the date of the meeting was changed by 1 year, certainly for no one to associate Jerk with buying the masters, like I did when I read it (at the very least it would raise suspicions about him having a stake in buying of the Big Machine), I went to my sister, to make sure I'm not going crazy and making this up, because so far I'm amazed that the information was altered on purpose (if it was a simple mistake, they would correct it and put it at the top of the page that the publication has been altered, as I have seen in several other e-magazines. But there is nothing written about the original text being edited).

I asked my sister: "Do you remember the news I read to you about Jerk and Scooter trying to buy a music business?".

My sis promptly said: "Yes! Got a week or so?!".

Me: "Yes. Do you remember when I said they tried to make the purchase?".

My sis: "Oh! I don't remember very well, but it was days before or after Taylor's masters sale. I think it was days after you said... Yes! It was after the sale of the masters for Scooter. Why?". And then I told her what happened.

Another thing that made me sure it said "July 2019" was that among the many things I said on the 18th to my sister while I was mad for Taylor, I basically said that even though they tried to buy Ableton in 2019 and failed, and this does not prove that Jerk is the real buyer of Taylor's masters, this news was a big indication that they were already business partners for a while. This also said that if Scooter practically pawned his underwear to buy Big Machine and only managed to close a deal through an alleged financing with a company (friendly of the Kushner family) that had already made a large loan to the Kushners a few years before, Scooter would not have conditions to make this new deal, two weeks after the BM purchase if Jerk weren't the one who would pay most of the Ableton purchase. And if Jerk was helping Scooter now, who's to say he didn't fund the masters purchase as well?

Another thing I remember of cementing that the virtual meet took place in 2019, that I remembered in the 18th day, and I was researching these weeks, was the second fake wedding/business retreat in Wyoming, was in July 2019. Diplo was there too, wasn't he? I don't remember, but I was researching it this week.

I've always suspected that Jerk bought the masters and Scooter is just his figurehead. I've already mentioned this here with several mutuals in particular. For me Taylor talks about it in "no body, no crime" and after the IBYTAM video, and now this swindle of changing the date of his business attempt, it just cemented for me that this is how Jerk managed to extend for so long his fake marriage to Karlie.

Most important of all I said is that I didn't write this to try to convince anyone that I'm telling the truth. Whoever wants to believe in me, let him believe. I know what I read! I wrote this just to show Taylor is right, "the devil is in the details" and to show that Jerk will always play as dirty as possible just to keep his ass clean.

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SR: The date could well have just been a typo and they switched it without making note of it as they did not find it significant. I don't think the issue of 2019 vs 2020 is significant. Either way, they were business partners seeking music-related intestments in the same year that Taylor's masters were sold. I also think Jerk was smart enough to keep his name off the purchase of Taylor's masters. I don't think he was directly involved in the purchase. But he probably worked behind the scenes to hook Scooter up with a private equity firm he had connections to. Taylor was not afraid to call out Soros family, Scooter, Scott B, or the Carlyle Group. I doubt she would have held back on him if she had the goods.

#submission

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leftsidebonfire · 3 years ago

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I'm just putting this out there to get it off my chest.

If you're still out there following or supporting Courtney aka big--gulp aka Wacky-wahoo-spaghetti-man I'm just giving a reminder that she has twisted her story into a horrible web of lies. I have her blocked but this still, unfortunately, doesn't stop me from seeing things she posts 🙄

A small sample of things she has done to me which she ~conveniently~ leaves out of her posts every single time she calls me "The Traitor" (and yes I have proof of every single claim if you don't believe me)

Warning for dark content ahead.

- Literally told me her detailed plan of wanting to starve herself to death over the course of a week on my birthday

- Told me I was lucky that I had a stalker because that means somebody wants me (unlike her) (her words not mine, I don't body shame ANYONE)

- Says I sent her death threats (I don't have any proof of this but... I can't have proof of something I DIDNT do)

- Sent me photos of her broken bloody wrist and said it was my fault that she can't eat or work, when literally all I did was call her out for being nasty fucking ONCE.

- Continues to claim that I was a terrible friend and that I "never wanted to see her happy" when I would stay up til the wee hours of the morning begging her not to off herself.

- When I told her not to starve to death, she then offered several other options that would be "quicker" such as throwing herself down a flight of stairs hoping to break her neck

- Got mad at me if I needed a day to myself where I wouldn't reply to her, and then threatened suicide and went radio silent to make me/others worry

- Complained about her body weight and said she'd "do anything it takes" to be skinny, and when I gave her easy options on how to healthily change herself, just constantly said "no"

- Lied about going to therapy specifically to try and make people feel guilty. (She admitted this on her own page, too, so you can see that for yourself)

- Threw fits whenever I tried to be encouraging

- Called it "positivity bull shit" whenever I said anything nice.

- Calls herself a "pacifist" lmfao

- Says she would "never walk out on a friendship" and then, when I reach out to see if she's alive or not, tells me to fuck off.

So yeah. There's plenty more where that came from. I've got all the screenshots I need for proof too (messages on Tumblr aren't working) So next time she wants to say that I'm the bad friend and the traitor, I invite people to look and see the type of person she REALLY is. A liar and a manipulative friend who strung me along.

She wants to say I "traumatized" her and blame me for her broken wrist, well, what about MY trauma? What about believing someone I cared about was dead? What about all the support I gave to her, just for her to spit in my face as a friend. If that's her idea of friendship, I'm glad she wants me out of her life.

She's no saint of a friend. She's a liar and a delusional hypocrite, full of anger and self loathing who won't own up to the shitty things she's done. God, I regret the hours I spent begging her to reconsider. I can see what I really meant to her now. She wanted to use me for attention and nothing else. She says I don't care about her when I cried myself to sleep, but she's the one who doesn't care how other people feel.

This is to bring awareness to anyone who might not know the situation. Don't let her manipulate you, too. Enough is enough, and I'm not sitting here letting her continue to call me a Traitor when the real Traitor was her, who turned her back on me. I sent her a long ass message before I blocked her, telling her every single problem I ever had and why it led to me not wanting her in my life anymore, and clearly nothing I said mattered and she didn't listen to a single word of it, so. Goodbye old friend. Thanks for nothing, I guess.

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straykidsworldwild · 4 years ago

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Duskwood

Phil Hawkins x MC

Part 2 (1/2) : MC goes to work and a certain boy comes to meet her for lunch.

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Heyy guys! Here's a piece of part2. It was too long to put the whole thing on Tumblr at once (apparently) so I had to cut it in half 🙈 (2/2) is coming!!

(I just made the collage. Credits go to the creators of Duskwood and the owners of the pics.)

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I slowly wake up, feeling and hearing something buzzing. With my eyes still closed, I slide my hand under the pillow next to mine to grab my phone. I hate waking up by alarms… It feels like I am being cut in my sleep. And I’m not going to lie… I love my sleep just as much as I love food. Who doesn’t? I open my eyes and turn the alarm off before quickly closing them again. I didn't sleep well last night… When I went to bed after texting Phil to tell him I got home fine, I couldn’t stop thinking about the discussion we had at his bar. Was I right to say “yes” for lunch tomorrow noon? Was he being serious? Is he playing a game? Am I falling in his net? I don’t know and I think that’s what terrifies me with him. I just don’t want to be his next hookup… If I start something, it’s for a serious relationship, not to play around. That’s not my thing. But that’s exactly what Phil does so… I guess I should just trust a little more myself. Anyway, that was just the first part of the night, because the next part, all I could do was think about my uncle. Every time I closed my eyes, I just recalled amazing moments with him. Moments that mom, he and I won’t ever have again… I laid on my back, on my sides, on the side… And I did this over and over until managing to fall asleep.

I turn on the lamp on my nightstand when I hear my phone suddenly buzzing again. But I turned it off… Oh! I grab my phone and answer the call after looking at the I.D. caller.

- Hey, mom, how are you? I just woke up… I tell my mother with a still sleepy voice as I sit on the side of my bed. The light is still too much so I close my eyes for a few seconds more. Suddenly, a noise coming from behind the phone call catches my attention. It’s not a noise I am used to hear her make... Mom? I call her with some concern.

- “He's gone…” I hear her simply whispering through the phone as another sound catches my attention again. Sobs… Mom is crying. I’ve heard my mother crying before. It’s so… Strange and heartbreaking. I mean, mom has always been that strong figure, fighting everyone coming in her way or in mine… But she never broke down before me.

- I know, mom. I'm so sorry. But… I begin to respond calmly, keeping the pain to myself. I’ve never heard nor seen my mom crying in my life. She’s all I have as a family and hearing her in such pain… It’s heartbreaking.

- "Can you come over today? I'll need you to finish the preparation of the funeral. I can't do this alone. And..." She interrupts me, sounding overwhelmed and submerged. I lower my head and keep a desperate sigh inside of me. I wish I could already be next to her and tell her to not worry. That she doesn’t have to do anything. That I will take care of this for her. But I can’t because of my dumbass boss… Unbelievable...

- I'd love to, mom, really. But I have to go to work, I begin to say, sounding sad and sorry for not being there for her. I hate it. I feel like I’m betraying my own mother. That I’m not giving her the support she needs right now. And maybe the one that I also need... But she knew uncle Alex for longer than I did so it’s fairer that I should be there for her... But once I'm out, I'll stop by your house to come help you, okay? So I can see you a little bit too, mom. I should finish at 3p.m. today, if my boss doesn't think otherwise, I tell her gently. Though, an unsure point is heard in my voice. We never know with my boss… If he had a bad day, he is capable of giving you two extra hours to do just because he wanted to.

- "You know, your uncle was always there for me. I remember when we were kids…" I frown with sadness to the sound of her voice. It’s broken… She sounds empty. Out of life. "There was this horrible kid terrorizing the youngsters. I was one of those kids being terrorized, but of course, as my big brother, he protected me. He always did. He was really protective, you know?" She recounts me in brief words with a trembling voice. I know the story by heart. Uncle Alex used to tell it to me as a bedtime story. He was the hero of course. I never doubt that… I hear mom sniffling and letting another sob out. "So was he with you, baby. He loved you as his own, you know?", oh… When she said "baby", her voice just completely broke. I could barely hear it. I continue to look down as I feel a lump forming in my throat. I miss Uncle Alex like crazy... "And he did the same when your father left..." She admits to me, going to the topic about how my uncle was protective. Which I already knew as well... It honestly hurts to hear all of this so soon after his tragic death. I still haven’t digested it. It’s still not real to me. I still think I will see him today or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow... But it seems to make mom feel better by saying those words to me, by recounting her memories. So, I'll listen carefully. Or I'll try, at least… If I don't break before too. Her pain is so profound… And shared.

- Mom, you don't have to tell me all of this now. Let some time pass. It's hurting you, I say with a slight pleading tone, hoping she will listen to me. I know it's hard to not think about it or to not want to talk about it. But I just think it's too soon for her. And for me... She can't turn the page in a finger snap. It’s impossible. Even if she feels like she did or she has to do it, it might not be the best way.

- "I love you, MC. You're my baby girl." She says over the phone, sniffling sadly again. I nod even though she doesn't see me. I am staring at the floor, my sight being blurry. Not again...

- I love you so much, mom, I reply to my mother, controlling my voice as much as possible despite the tight ball in my throat. She doesn’t need to know that I’m about to cry too. I hear her sniffling behind the phone call again followed by a new sob. I can't… Look, I have to go, mom, but I'll come see you later today, okay? I'll come with a little surprise, I tell her gently, wanting and feeling the need to cheer her up. I just want my mother to be happy again.

- "A surprise? You know I don't like surprises much, MC.", She replies with a mix between her crying and a faint chuckle before reminding me how she has always hated surprises. I know…

- That's why I'm bringing you one, I answer to my mom, cracking a smile to the sound of her faint chuckle.

- "You're a little Devil, just like your uncle... What's the surprise?" She begins to say before pausing. It's true, I got a little bit of him too. I guess it's because he sort of raised me and because I'm a (l/n) as well.

- Mom, if I tell you there would be no point for me to call it a surprise, wouldn't it? I answer with a gentle and playful tone before giggling. I hear her crying turning into giggles.

- "I tried. Okay, go to work, baby, and... I'll do a few things here... I'll try. Oh, and I ordered the flowers you asked me to pick for your uncle." She responds with another small chuckle before sniffling one more time. I smile a little more, glad to hear that I managed to make her smile a little bit despite the situation. She ordered the flowers… My smile grows a little more, glad about this news.

- Okay, call me if you need me for anything. Doesn't matter if I work or not, okay? I love you, mom, I reply sincerely to my mother, giving her a little cheerful tone.

- "I will. I love you too, baby. See you later.", She says back to me, sounding a little better then when I answered the phone. I smile and wait a few seconds before hanging up. Right… I feel like I have another long day coming… I let a long sigh out, as if I am trying to get rid of a weight on my shoulders, before wiping the tears in my eyes. Well, I've got to get ready...

Almost an hour later, I am on my way to work. Like every day, I see the same streets, the same cars, the same shops, the same streetlights… Of course, I am not going there with an ounce of motivation. I’d rather stay home or go anywhere else, but not there. I’m not saying being a waitress is the worst job, but my boss and some clients are actually really hard to deal with. Anyway…

I rapidly reach the back door of the restaurant I work at and enter the building which leads to the kitchen. The cooks and the waitresses are all here, ready to work. Oh, almost… I hold the door for Angie and she runs in, thanking me at the same time. We exchange a smile and get ready to start working. The clients should start coming soon… It's been three months since my boss decided to expand the restaurant to include a little coffee shop. I think it was a good idea, a good change in Duskwood. It was a test at first to see if people would like it. The clients seemed satisfied so that’s why I am here so early every morning now.

- MC! I look up immediately after hearing a gravelly voice yelling my name. My boss walks briskly towards me, a frown of madness plastered over his face. As usual... What time does my watch indicate? He asks me while showing me his watch on his right wrist. What…?

- 8:01am.? I answer, not sure where this is going.

- You were supposed to be here at 8:00a.m.. Not at 7:59a.m., not at 8:01a.m., but at 8:00a.m.! Is it so hard to understand in your dummy brain? He tells and asks me with madness, actually scolding me for arriving one minute late. As always, he raises his voice while talking, making sure everyone can hear who is commanding here. I guess you see what I meant when I said that I wasn’t very motivated to come to work...

- I'm sorry, boss, I simply say as I don’t want to argue nor lose my job. Well, it’s mainly that I’m not up to an argument right now… I have other things to think about. To worry about.

- Don't. Since you came late, you'll go home late. You're finishing at 6p.m. today, he tells me with a correcting tone, looking down on me. He’s joking, right? 6pm?

- What? You're making me do three extra hours for one minute late? I demand him with disbelief as I’m getting upset.

- And you're not paid for those, he points out seriously, still speaking as loud as before. Not paid?! Better and better...

- Sir, I can’t work extra hours today. I have to go see my mom this afternoon after work. My uncle passed away yesterday and I have to help for the funerals and… I explain to my boss with seriousness, going up against him. I mean, I can be shy and quiet and all, just don’t take me for an idiot or play with me.

- That's not a valuable excuse. Get to work before I change my mind and actually fire you for rebellion, he orders me seriously and sternly. Right… I look down, not responding to not receiving any consequences later. Everyone, back to work! he screams to all of his employees before walking away to do his life. Dick!

- Don't listen to this cold hearted dick, MC, I hear Angie telling me as she comes to stand in front of me. She’s a little taller than me. If you need to leave, then do. I'll cover for you. I knew something wasn't right yesterday but we barely crossed paths so I couldn't ask you what was wrong. I'm really sorry about your uncle, MC, she apologizes sincerely to me as she puts her hand on my shoulder. Angie is one of the only workers I get well along with here. Yeah, nothing goes well in this restaurant… It’s sad because it could have its potential. I smile at my friend while weakly nodding.

- Thanks, Angie, I thank her sincerely as I place my hand on top of hers. She smiles and nods back before the two of us take separated ways to go do our work.

The morning passed pretty quickly to be fair. I prefer when it’s like this. Working and watching the time pass is one of the worst feelings. There were so many clients this morning that I didn’t have time to get bored. It’s actually pretty rare that there are so many people coming in the morning. I mean, it’s still a little buzzy usually but not this much. I hope that will put my boss in a good mood and he’ll kind of forget the late minute thing this morning… Right, even I don’t believe this… I take the plates and cutleries that customers have left to clear the table. I clean it well and let other customers settle in. The noon hour and 1pm are the worst. There is often a line of customers waiting for a table but it goes on pretty well usually. Anyway… It’s time for my break. I put the dirty dish and cutleries in the bassin which is on a cart to later go to the kitchen.

- Hi, I turn around to look at the person who is not so unfamiliar to me, I'm looking for a pretty (h/c) with crazy (e/c) in which you would easily get lost in. Have you seen her around? says and asks me, a man, using a flirtatious and slight playful tone at the same time. I smile and softly laugh while nodding.

- Yeah, I think she went back to the kitchen a little while ago. But I don’t know where she went after, I reply playfully to my friend as I point towards the kitchen. The man softly laughs back before passing his hand in his long hair which isn't in a ponytail or a bun for once. How dare he look so good?

- How are you, Gorgeous? Asks me gently, Phil, as we are facing one another.

- I’m good. I have the same problem as last night, but I’m good. You? I answer with a very faint sigh as I keep a small smile before asking him.

- I'm good, thanks, he responds, having that damn smirk in the corner of his lips. The two of us stare at each other for a little moment, a smile on our face. I can’t really explain why or how, but seeing him here, now, like we said last night, makes me happy. So, is it still on for having lunch together or...? He asks me, a point of nervousness heard in his voice. He isn’t sure of himself which is so rare to see.

- Yes… I begin to tell him before hearing a gravelly voice calling for me.

- MC! I turn around and see my boss approaching us. Oh… No time for talking! Get back to work! He tells me harshly in front of Phil. Oh God… So awkward! I know I have said stories to my friends about my boss, but none of them actually saw the man talking to me that way. And I wish it wouldn’t have been Phil seeing and hearing him talking to me this way. What is he going to think?

- You're seriously letting that dumbass talking to you this way? I hear Phil whispering lowly in my ear. His deep voice echoing in my ear… He sounded like he couldn’t just believe what he just heard. Oh but it’s real, Phil… I live it every day like all the employees here.

- It's almost 1p.m., sir. I'm on my break… I begin to respond to my boss, not forgetting that I actually want to get out of work at 3p.m and not 6p.m. I still have hope… A faint one but, it’s still there.

- Break? He repeats my word with disbelief as he is standing right before my face now. No break for you today. Come on, move! He exclaims, speaking with a mad tone as usual. If I didn’t know him, I would think he actually hate me. Which might be the case… It’s not possible to scream so much on someone without reasons, right? Ugh, is that guy ever happy? Or just calm?

- Hey! I hear Phil’s loud voice coming from behind me before I could say anything to my boss. I slightly widened my eyes in surprise as I didn’t think Phil would say something. She's your employee, not your stooge! You should watch it! He tells him with a warning tone which I’ve never really heard before. The only time I heard him using this tone was when one of his regulars overstepped the line. I look on my left as I see Jessy’s brother standing next to me, slightly getting before me. Oh… He looks so mad.

- And who might you be to talk back to me? Questions, my boss to Phil. Oh no… I glance around us and notice that customers are staring at us, watching the scene. So awkward… Before Phil could do something or say a word, and mostly before it goes too far, I grab discreetly Phil’s wrist. He doesn’t move nor look at me. My boss is still staring at Jessy’s brother. He is not pleased at all...

- Look, sir. She's been working since 8:00a.m., and it's 1p.m. in less than five minutes. You can't take off her lunch break just because you're her boss, it's against the law. But if you think you are above them, maybe we could stop by the police station to see who's right? Responds calmly and politely, Phil, all while still having this warning and serious tone. I’ve always been amazed by how polite he can stay despite the circumstances or the situation. I mean, it’s easy to lose control due to anger, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he fights.

- 30minutes. No more, tells me, my boss, reluctantly giving me a break. Thanks to Phil… I nod positively before he turns around and leaves us at a quick pace. Phil turns around before looking down at me.

- Thanks, but you didn't have to do that, Phil, I thank him with a small shy tone, yet, thankful he actually stepped in for me.

- I did and I wanted to. But honestly, that guy deserved more than just a "talk", he replies with sincerity and seriousness. While talking about my boss, I could hear the madness in his voice. I nod understandingly as I give him a small smile, appreciating it for standing up for me. It’s not every day it happens. Come on, he suddenly tells me with his infectious smile. I don't answer. Instead, my smile grows wider while the two of us walk through the restaurant to reach the outside. Oh, he has a bag! How did I not see it?

#duskwood app #duskwood phil #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy #multifandom #phil x mc #phil hawkins #iamjake #phil duskwood

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sarahjtv · 4 years ago

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BNHA Chapter 311 Quick Spoiler Analysis: Searching For Answers

The new chapter is out after waiting 2 weeks! I hope Horikoshi and every other mangaka had a good Golden Week! Anyway, there was a lot of dialogue in this chapter and it was primarily focused on the Top 3 Heroes: Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist. The last few pages had All Might and Deku in it and 2 surprise guests! I don’t think I have too much to comment on, so this might be a short one:

The chapter starts off with Endeavor taking out a couple of villains who broke out of prison with Detnarat support items on them. Endeavor quickly takes them out with a new Super Move called Ignited Arrow. Well, I say new, but I think we’ve seen this move before back in the Stain Arc. It was that fire spear that Endeavor threw at the winged Nomu. I think that it was only in the anime and it didn’t have a name then. Well, it does now.

Anyway, the Top 3 are trying to capture as many villains as they can in hopes they can trace back to Muscular and ultimately Shigaraki and AFO. No luck so far though. It’s not like finding AFO is going to be THAT easy, c’mon...

But, of course, there are people who have lost their faith in Heroes and are now actively protesting against them picket signs and all. The Top 3 tried to convince them that they’re still Heroes during their big press conference, but it’s clear that wasn’t enough for some people so they just leave in the Jeanistmobile. The ironic thing is that none of these 3 are “False Heroes” Even Endeavor, while he was still a shitty dad, was a great Hero in his own right. Right now, the Top 3 are the last people who should be getting yelled at by the public.

It’s a short detail, but Hawks makes sure that Edgeshot is still looking into the Liberation Front. I’m glad to know that it’s confirmed that Edgeshot is still doing Hero work by gaining intel from the enemy. I don’t think we knew about Edgeshot’s status before.

Another small detail: During this long talk, Hawks calls Izuku “Midoriya” and Endeavor calls him “Deku”. They’re both treating Deku like the kid he is, but it’s interesting that they address him differently. I think that Endeavor is trying to see him as a hero just as much as a child. He did mentor him after all.

The Top 3 have agreed that they should still keep their distance from Deku since they don’t want Deku to be caught with the mass media. Endeavor comments that Deku shouldn’t be burdened anymore than he already is. Even if all this is his idea, Deku shouldn’t have to do this in the first place. I remember reading a comment somewhere that basically said that it was refreshing to see adult characters remind us and our Shonen protagonist that, at the end of the day, they’re just kids. Characters like Reigan from Mob Psycho 100 and Nanami from Jujutsu Kaisen are good example of this. I’m kind of glad to put Endeavor into this category now too. Big improvement from the beginning when he straight up tried to intimate Deku during the Sports Fest.

As Endeavor’s talking, there’s this one panel that shows Deku presumedly when he told his idea to the Top 3. Ngl, this panel makes me sad. Deku just looks so serious and detached in a way. The light in his eyes is still gone. Someone here on Tumblr pointed out that the light in Deku’s eyes have basically been gone since he went off on his own. I quickly went back to the last 5-6 chapters and yeah... That light is just gone. I honestly can’t even tell if that light was there when he woke up back in Chapter 309. Deku’s been through too fucking much. I don’t know if my heart can take it anymore 💔😢

*sniffle* Anyway, the Top 3 are taking about their plan in all this, the status of Shigaraki and AFO, and why they’re after OFA. It’s basically things we already know, including why AFO needs Shigaraki, how much power Shigaraki actually needs and why (they call it “Hatred”), and how they can lure AFO and Shigaraki out. These 3 are just putting all the pieces together into this one massive puzzle that we’ve all been trying to figure out. There’s an interesting focus on Endeavor at one point when he figures out that Shigaraki has a “Lack of Heart” which is probably what’s fueling that Hatred to begin with.

We transition back to All Might who’s keeping track of Deku’s GPS in his own car. All Might comments that Deku’s not getting a lot a of sleep lately. He thinks of what Sir Nighteye said to him back in the day, that All Might should get some rest. For one, Deku needs to get some rest. Sleepless nights aren’t going to help this kid at all. Second, I’m worried that Deku’s going down the same path that All Might went. Being broken down, but still hanging on to that heroic spirit enough to keep fighting even when he probably shouldn’t. Third, I wonder why All Might was thinking of Sir Nighteye specifically here. I feel like All Might still has some regrets about how he didn’t listen to Sir Nighteye before he died. I do wonder why now though?

Suddenly, Deku’s GPS signal is gone and All Might is ambushed with an explosive! Horikoshi please don’t let this be how All Might dies! I highly doubt he’s dead, but god I’d be mad if this is how All Might goes out. He deserves a more ceremonial goodbye when that happens. I’m hoping the car he’s driving his has some sort of extra shield on it like Nick Fury’s did in Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

Finally, we go back to Deku who’s nearly shot at by a mysterious assassin. That assassin being the mysterious women in Tartarus who freed Overhaul! She has a sniper rifle oozing out of her elbow and she has new gear on. It’s also stated that she was sent by AFO himself, so Deku’s plan is actually working so far. I wonder if her Quirk is similar to Momo’s Creation but with only weapons as opposed to almost everything under the sun. We all thought she had an electric-type Quirk earlier, but maybe she made a taser of some sort. IDK, I’m spitballing here.

Speaking of Overhaul, HE’S RIGHT NEXT TO HER TOO! I wasn’t sure with the early leaks because I could only see his head and hair, but the cleaner leaks are out and that’s definitely him. He’s sitting on the roof flappy sleeves and all. I can’t tell if he’s conscious or not, but it’s interesting that the Assassin woman brought him with her. I wonder what his role is going to be? He’s not doing anything at the moment. The Ultra Analysis book said that Overhaul’s Quirk developed somehow without his arms, so I wonder how he uses his Quirk now? With his feet maybe? Also, how’s Deku going to react to this? Will he kick Overhaul’s ass again? Will he try to turn Overhaul to a better path away from the Yakuza and villainy? He wasn’t able to do it last time, so this might be Overhaul’s second chance. Though I’m not sure given that he’s probably one of the biggest pieces of scum in the series. I mean, what he did to Eri especially is straight up unforgivable. I don’t know how Deku’s going to try to redeem Overhaul if he tries. But, I wouldn’t put it past him if he doesn’t.

Yeah, that’s the chapter! It’s good to be back! No sign of Bakugo or Shoto though😭. I want my kids, Horikoshi! But, I’m glad to see that we’ll get to know who this mysterious Tartarus women is. It’s time to simp again, my dudes. I need to know if All Might is ok and I need to know what Overhaul is going to do too. I need to know what Deku’s going to do now too. Things have gotten a lot more interesting now that it seems like Deku’s definitely going to encounter former Villains from the past.

Me rooting for our Heroes and admiring our new villain 💙:

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bl1ndbraavosi · 4 years ago

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Stalking you bc I haven’t been able to be on tumblr lately. Seeing those prompts from earlier today and give me number 37 pls, dealers choice 🥰

hehe hi ty this is way longer than i anticipated but I COULDNT STOP so pls accept #1 Most Terrible Babysitter Rokudaime Hokage (under the cut bc she is kinda long for tumblr)

37. "What happened to their happily ever after?" "Not all those love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it's just once upon a time"

There was something to be said about the fact that his most gifted medic was, for all intents and purposes, a single mother to a very precocious child. Sarada was the spitting image of Sasuke, but everything in her countenance screamed Sakura. He never knew a child to be so shrewd. Well, aside from himself, anyway.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have gotten involved. But, these circumstances were anything but normal; Sakura was his former pupil-become-friend. Sort of. He couldn’t very well demand her presence at the hospital and leave her young daughter to her own devices within the Uchiha compound.

No, instead, he’d demanded that one of the other parent-type shinobi take on the littlest Uchiha for the night. They had all adamantly refused, and now he understood why.

Sarada peered at him over her red-rimmed glasses, strapped to her little head with a thick rubber band, but all the ridiculous spectacles in the world could not diminish the dark eyes narrowed at him in suspicion as he paraphrased and skipped over entire sections in the bedtime story he was meant to be reading her.

“That’s not how it goes,” she said for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

“If you already know how it goes, why am I reading it?” he challenged. Her eyes narrowed further.

“Because I’m five and my mama said you have to,” she said.

“You know, she really takes orders from me? I’m her boss,” he pointed out, not entirely sure what he expected this five-year-old to do about it.

“Mama doesn’t take orders from anyone,” she said with a proud smile, like Sakura had trained her to say it. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had done just that. He slumped over in the tiny wooden chair that was definitely not built for a grown man.

“Alright, kid, I’m gonna level with you; I’m not cut out for this bedtime story thing.”

“You’re telling me,” she said with a little scoff, popping her arms out from under her blankets to take the book from his lap. She flipped through the pages, skimming over all of them until one of them pleased her. “These aren’t my favourites, anyway,” she admitted. “My favourite is when mama tells me different stories. Without reading,” she said, her dark eyes big and imploring.

“You want me to make it up?” he asked doubtfully. Her cheeks went a little pink.

“Did you…know my dad?” she asked timidly. Kakashi got the feeling Sakura was not one to entertain this request very often, if Sarada’s shifty eyes and pink cheeks were anything to go by. “Could you tell me about him? And mama?”

“No way,” he said, knowing Sakura was probably going to give him shit for it later. But, right now, his main concern was that he was sat on a chair built for a toddler, and his legs were quickly going numb. At this rate, he would have to ask the ANBU guards stationed outside this house to carry him home. “I’ll tell you something better,” he promised.

Mollified, Sarada tucked herself lower into her bed, staring up at him impatiently. He launched into the story of her parents without telling her it was about them.

Sasuke and Sakura; where to begin. He supposed the beginning would do. So he started her off with their beginnings as he knew them; the genin team, where Sakura had been the brightest by far, but often overshadowed. Sarada, an academy student herself, was deeply invested in the details of Team Seven’s early days. Before he knew it, she was yawning uncontrollably and those dark eyes were falling shut despite all her efforts.

He made himself a tea and sat on the big couch in their house until Sakura came slumping in after a long night at the hospital. She was surprised to see him there, thanking him profusely before pouring herself into her own bed.

The next time it happened, he hadn’t even bothered asking anyone else to look after Sarada, even though he promised Sakura he would. Now that he knew how to get the little demon to conk out quickly, it would be a walk in the park. Besides, Sakura had bragged to just about everyone that Sarada apparently loved him, and wouldn’t stop talking about him. He just hoped the girl kept their story to herself.

She didn’t even bother with a book this time; she just laid on her pillow and stared up at him until he began. The story took an unpleasant turn here, and he was worried about telling her all the hardships her parents had faced as children. He shouldn’t have been; this was a reality of the shinobi world, a world that Sarada was a part of. Still, he tried to handle Sasuke’s running away and various attempts at killing Naruto and Sakura as delicately as possible.

“Didn’t he love them?” Sarada asked, looking sad.

“Yes, he did,” Kakashi said with absolute certainty. “But sometimes that’s not enough,” he finished.

“You shouldn’t leave people you love,” Sarada said adamantly, and Kakashi realized that perhaps this was not the version of this story to be telling her. Thankfully, she drifted off shortly thereafter.

It was a while before his storytelling was put to the test again, but it seemed no time had passed at all for Sarada. She was as deeply invested in the story as ever, bursting with questions and ready to hear more.

He jumped right into it; talking about a formidable clan, a noble and strong clan, and Sasuke’s dedication to that clan. He skipped over the nastier intricacies—like the slaughter and fratricide—and focusing in on the devotion Team Seven had for one another. Sarada didn’t seem overly suspicious of his sugar-coating, and allowed him to continue on uninterrupted.

“Why did they keep fighting so hard to save someone who didn’t want to be saved?” she asked, a little knot appearing above her brows, just as Sakura’s did when she worried.

“That’s what you do for family,” he explained. “You stick by them, no matter what.” Her knotted brow eased slightly.

The next story time brought them to the war; the rejoining of forces, Sasuke’s return to Konoha’s side, fighting alongside his remaining family, and saving the world. Sarada seemed a little more appeased by this part of the story, taking particular interest in hearing about Sakura’s healing prowess on the battlefield.

“She saved all those lives?” she asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, but let’s not forget it was a team effort. The leader also saved many lives,” he said, the leader being him. She didn’t particularly care. He wondered if Sakura had actively instilled her general disregard for him as a leader in her daughter, or if this behaviour was hereditary.

The only thing more impressive than Sakura keeping Naruto’s heart pumping by shoving her hand into his body was the fact that she had punched a goddess in the face.

“And then she saved her other team members? After all that?” she asked, her eyes wide. Kakashi realized belatedly that he had meant to tell her a small romance about her parents, but instead had exalted her mother for the better part of it all. He supposed that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps Sakura wouldn’t be so mad at him, should she find out.

But, of course, impudent as she was, Sarada made it clear that he would likely never be safe from Sakura’s wrath.

“So, they went through all that to save him, but he still left,” she said, a deep line appearing between her brows.

“He left to protect them,” Kakashi explained. Sarada did not look convinced.

“He didn’t leave for her,” Sarada said, rolling her eyes behind those thick red frames. “Does he come back?”

“Yes, eventually,” Kakashi said, feeling uneasy. “But he leaves again because he thinks it’s the right thing to do.”

“He’s wrong,” Sarada said. “I’m five and I know that. What happened to their happily ever after?” she complained. Kakashi had forgotten among all her quips and questions that she really was just a five-year-old girl.

“Not all those love stories get a happily ever after. Sometimes it's just once upon a time.”

“This story sucks, Hokage-sama,” she complained.

He found himself agreeing. He had always kept his reservations about Sasuke’s absence to himself, but it was hard to deny that his daughter certainly seemed to have a better understanding of duty than he did currently.

“Do you think my dad will come back?” she asked suddenly. “Do you think he loves us?”

“I’m sure of it,” he answered as quickly as his mouth would let him speak.

“But he’s not here now,” she said, her eyelids slowly getting heavier and her words slurring with sleepiness. “I’m glad you’re here, Hokage-sama.”

“Me too, kid.”

“Does that mean we’re family?” she asked softly. He didn’t know what to say.

“I guess it does.” And just like that, she was out.

“Hey, Kakashi?” Sakura poked her head into his office, her brow knotted and eyes narrowed at him.

“Hm?” he answered, barely sparing her a glance as he reviewed his pile of mission scrolls.

“Just a quick question for you,” she said, her voice dripping in suspicion. He felt his shoulders tense. “Why the fuck does my daughter keep telling people you’re her dad?”

#alholland #prompt

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gamergirl-niffler · 4 years ago

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In Sickness And In Health

Sooo!

One day I go super inspired by THIS WONDERFUL ART

So I forced m wonderful and only @arthurbristow to write that idea with me. He was wonderful Rafe!

This just sweet fluff of our Angry ball of Rage - Rafe Adler and Sam :3

Hope you all will enjoy it!

Gif belongs to THIS PERSON I had to add it this way bc tumblr IS A ASSHOLE! and every time I add gif from GIFs option he doens’t save them. LIke BOOOM it’s magically gone!

Maybe it was stupid. No, it was obviously stupid.

Rafe was a maniac, a psycho, he was ready to murder whoever was in his way to the treasure. Despite this, Sam felt bad for Adler. He was just blinded by the whole glory of the treasure, that's all. Sam knew the feeling.

After a few moments of silence, Sam knocked at the big, wooden once again, and still without a response. That was weird, he visited this place when he worked for Rafe. There was a nice, older lady that took care of the whole place and opened the door, always.

Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe he wasn't here? Maybe he went to some fancy and expensive clinic to recover? Drake wanted to turn on his hill and leave but he decided to try a doorknob. The door opened and this was a big surprise.

Sam walked inside to take a look.

The mansion was empty, there was no one inside. There was no alive nor dead soul around.

Did Rafe move out after this failed treasure hunting?

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He thought he had heard some strange sounds - he couldn't localizate them though. He wasn't even sure whether they were real nor his mind was tricking him.

He tried to roll on his side but realized his back was resting against the cold wall.

Finally, with all of his might, he sat on the floor and rolled his head back, resting it against the wall as well. "Help," he mumbled, not being sure if any soul has heard him.

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Okay, there was a voice that meant that someone was here. The voice sounded quiet and really weak but it certainly was a male voice.

Sam went in the direction of the voice.

Good thing that the mansion was empty so it was easy to locate the poor soul that needed help.

He stopped in front of Rafe, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. Sam was shocked seeing Adler in such a state.

"Holy shit, Rafe. The hell happened to you?," He asked with a frown, approaching the other man carefully.

With barely opened eyes, Rafe tried to snort. "Are.... Ya... Kiddin'.... Me.... Drake?," he stammered weakly.

"You recognize me, that's a good thing. I hope," Sam helped Rafe get back on his feet. "C'mon, we will go to put you down and take a look at these wounds." Sam found Adler's bedroom easily, after all it was the biggest room in the whole house. After placing this wounded bundle of rage on bed, Sam looked around. "Okay. Now you stay here and I will go find an aid kit. I think I know where you have one."

Looking for the kit took a few minutes, but to Sam's surprise, he found few. Maybe it was Adler who was paranoid about his safety or the poor servants were simply ready for every occasion.

After returning to the bedroom Sam took a look at his former enemy. "Are you still with me?"

But Rafe was long unconscious. His breath was shallow, his chest was barely moving, his lips parted like he was about to gasp for air.

"Let's hope you won't die on me here. I am not keen on experiencing such a thing again. Hold on and I will take a look at you... even if after all of this I should just let you bleed to death," Sam said, sitting on the bed.

After removing Rafe's shirt Sam hissed at the simple view of his injuries. It was more than obvious that he did not take care of them even a little bit. Thankfully older Drake knew that to do, he had to patch himself up too many times.

The burning pain from hydrogen peroxide woke Rafe up a little; he let out a loud hiss and cursed a few times, fisting the sheets. "Leave me alooooneee...," he growled.

"If I leave you, you will die and you ain't dying today, I assure you. So shut up and let me work," Sam muttered, not stopping his attempt on cleaning the wounds to later try and stitch the bigger ones.

"It hurts you fucker, leave me alone!," Rafe tried to hit Sam's shoulder.

"It wouldn't hurt that much if you'd take care of them properly," Sam explained and looked at Rafe. A few days ago Adler was wielding the sword like a pro and now he didn't even have enough strength to really hit. Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Rafe's hand, stopping him with ease. "You move again and I will tie you up to the headboard so I can do my thing," he warned.

"I'll start screaming, Drake," Adler warned, "And I have a loud voice though..."

He hated every second of Sam's presence in his mansions, in his room. Drake thought too much of himself. He wasn't a fucking nurse and he should simply call 911.

"Try it and I will gag you. I have experience in this," Sam hummed and looked at Rafe to wink at him. "Now, stay still or I swear I will knock you out to finish my job."

Rafe stopped shifting and laid there quietly, without whimpering and other sounds.

"Thank you. You see, it's not that hard," Sam chuckled and continued doing his thing. Maybe an hour later he was done. It for sure wasn't perfect but it was enough to help Rafe.

Sam looked at Rafe's chest wrapped in a bandage. "I will have to keep my eye on it. The change will be needed later, I will do this. You will have a chance to take a quick bath before putting on a fresh bandage.," Drake muttered, scratching his cheek.

"I'm not going to spend any more minutes with you. You bursted into my house like it was yours, ok, I'll forgive it," Rafe growled, he was fully awake by then. "You tried to help, nice. You did. Now you can leave. I can handle, happen to be the big boy."

"Big boy who didn't get the treasure, almost bled to death in his own mansion, probably lost everyone that worked for him and is kinda tied up to bed because I bet a hundred bucks that he won't be able to get up and at least walk to the door," Sam said and went to sit in the armchair near the bed. He pulled his cigarettes out and lighted one up, placing it between his lips. "Proof me I am wrong and I will go," Sam dared.

Rafe didn't respond to Sam's words; he got up and immediately pressed hand to his abdomen, hissing loudly, gasping as well.

Trying to pretend he's fine, he tried to walk to the door but after a few steps he simply sank to his knees and sat on the floor. "Don't you dare to smoke inside," he threw the older man a cold glance.

"Or what? You will crawl up here and bite me in the ankle?" Sam chuckled, looking at Rafe who was sitting on the floor. "Comfortable? I thought you could walk," Samuel hummed, mocking Rafe a little.

"Shut up and if you want to smoke, get outside on the balcony."

Sam smiled and got up from his seat to carefully pull Rafe up back to his feet then placed him back on the bed. "Try to not mess up your stitches when I am gone," Sam winked and went on the balcony to finish his cigarette.

Rafe put his head on the pillow and screamed in it, then gasped and rolled to his back, lying motionless on his king-sized bed.

After throwing away the end of the cigarette, Sam returned inside and looked at Rafe. "How do you feel?," He asked, flopping on the armchair.

"Be extremely careful when you sit on my favourite armchair," Rafe growled through clenched teeth. "Oh, so you want to talk about emotions!," Adler snorted and shook his head, hissing. "Let's talk then! Samuel Drake, the brother of sweet, charming, legendary Nathan Drake visits me and nurses me like a fucking baby! He orders me in my fucking mansion! I'm feeling fucking great!"

Sam blinked surprised, watching Rafe barked out all the words. He looked like a tied up animal that tried to be loud for the sake of being loud. It was annoying but it also was obvious that Rafe was kinda mad. "Well, I asked how do you feel after me taking care of your neglected wounds but I will take 'feeling fucking great' and I don't order you. You can do whatever you want," Sam shrugged.

"You came to watch me suffer, it's a victory, isn't it? Now you're free to go," Rafe grunted and rolled to his side.

"No. I came to check if you are fine, seeing that you are not I decided to help you," Sam answered, reaching for the book that was laying next to him. "If I would like to see you suffer, I would watch you bleed out to death and wouldn't bother to move nor touch you."

"Why are you touching my book?"

"Because I wanted to have a look," Sam flipped through the book and stopped at a random page to read it.

"You're still having my book in your hand. Have you at least washed them? No, of course, why would you care about washing hands. The bacterias will be distributed around here now," Rafe gasped. "Bring me water."

Sam rolled his eyes and went to get Rafe the water he requested.

By the time Sam came back, Rafe was already sleeping.

Sam smiled and shook his head, he pulled the blanket over the other man and then returned to the armchair. After placing the glass on the counter, Sam took the book again and started to read it. He was mentally ready for a long night, wanting to make sure that bundle of rage will make it through the night.

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He didn't know how much time passed. He woke up covered in cold sweat; the fresh shirt he wore was soaked at the collar and on the back. He shivered. "Samuel?," He felt an urge to scream yet he cooled himself down. "Samuel? Are you here still? Samuel, I fucking need you."

"I am coming!," Sam yelled walking into the room. Before Rafe even woke up, Sam could see his state; he was tossing and turning in bed as much as his body let him, it was obvious that he got a fever. High one for sure, so Drake decided to go and find a thermometer and it wasn't easy in this big house. "So now you need me, huh?," He teased, handing Rafe the little device. "I bet you know how to use it, right?"

Rafe slipped the thermometer under his tongue and nodded head. "Mhm," he mumbled.

"Good boy. I am proud," Sam joked, petting Rafe on the head.

Rafe grinned only and almost bit through the thermometer.

Sam sat down on the bed and waited just like Rafe did.

Rafe was trying to run his glance off Sam but he couldn't. "Seriously? Yourgh.... Glaaaaayin...," He mumbled.

Sam rolled his eyes and covered his eyes with his hand. "Is that better?"

Rafe almost choked with laughter. "Way baaaattaaa."

"Great! I am glad to hear it, just give me the thing when you are done. After we know how high the fever is I will think what to do," Sam explained, waving his other hand around while the other stayed on his eyes.

Rafe laid quietly for the rest of the necessary time. Once the thermometer started beeping, a younger man poked Drake's ribs.

Sam jumped, surprised by this action. "Hey! Don't do that," He said and then took the thermometer from Refe. "Holly shit. Okay. That's high," Sam muttered. "You have 39° of fever."

"So what now, Mr Nurse?," Rafe asked.

"I am going to put a wet, cold towel on your forehead and I will go dig through your cabinets to find some meds. If I won't find any, I will have to go buy some," He shrugged.

"Don't leave.... I mean, they're in the cabinet, in the bathroom downstairs. Brown, little bottle with pills," Rafe quickly instructed.

Sam nodded. "Okay. I will prepare the towel there." He went to the bathroom downstairs. There he found a clean towel and put it into cold water. After that he looked for the bottle with pills. When Sam was fully ready, he returned upstairs. "Here, this should make you feel better," Drake said softly, placing a folded towel on the other man's forehead. Shortly after that, he prepared meds and water.

Rafe took the pills like a good boy would, he swallowed them with water and placed head back on the pillow. "Thank you," he whispered simply and closed his eyes, enjoying the coldness of the towel on his forehead.

Sam smiled softly and sat next to Rafe on the bed. "I will sit here to keep an eye on you. Sorry for looking at you but I need to make sure it won't get worse."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand," Rafe mumbled and closed his eyes. "Good night, Samuel. Sweet dreams about your baby brother you had lied to."

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Good night and sweet dreams about treasure you had lost."

Rafe slept calmly till the morning

Sam stayed up as long as he could keep his eyes open.

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First sun rays hot his face gently so he slowly opened his eyes, yawning like a little kitten. Rafe frowned a little as he felt something like a rumbling next to his ear. He opened eyes wider and paled: he was hugged to Samuel Drake's side, Rafe's arm wrapped around another man's chest. Adler looked down and recognized the sound - probably Drake was hungry.

Sam hummed and mumbled in his sleep. He was watching over Rafe for many hours, until he was too tired to sit. Wrapping arms around Rafe, Sam nuzzled to his neck. He didn't really care if this was a dream or if he really hugged someone. Just the warmth was so nice.

Rafe's eyes got wider. He tried to sneak out of the older man's grasp yet he was too weak to perform this. "Samuel. Samuel, halo? It's not funny," Rafe tried to struggle but soon he gave up and put his head to Samuel's chest. "What's happened to my life?," He whispered to himself.

Sam only pulled Rafe even closer, hugging tightly but not tight enough to hurt him more.

Rafe relaxed his muscles and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the other body next to him.

"I would never say you like to cuddle," Sam said quietly with his hoarse voice. His hand gently rubbed circles on Rafe's back.

Younger man didn't respond as he fell asleep again in the arms of Sam.

"Yes. You are a cuddler," Sam hummed and kissed Rafe's forehead, checking if he still had a fever by this action.

Rafe tightened his hug around Sam's waist and mumbled something; his bangs went messy.

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It was at least half a month since Sam kinda broke into Rafe's house.

Half a month since Sam found Rafe bleeding and forced him into recovery under his wings.

"I think that's it. Everything healed nicely, without any complications. Bruises are gone and you build up strength," Sam said with a little shrug, he was honestly really happy with Rafe's recovery. "Guess it's time for me to go."

Rafe who came to the kitchen was putting his favourite black t-shirt on, presenting his well built abs with some scars to Sam. "I told you that you can stay, Drake. The house is huge enough for us two."

Sam smiled, looking at Rafe. "Oh I know that but I remember how much you wanted me to go and leave you alone. You tried to hit me. So, I don't want to stay longer than you can tolerate me."

"I don't mind you here, I thought I made myself clear on this matter before," Rafe said and sat at the table.

"By hitting me or biting me this one time. I still have your fucking teeth mark on my shoulder," Sam muttered.

"Sorry not sorry, dear, sometimes emotions are over your control," Rafe replied smoothly. "So what? Will you stay?"

Sam chuckled. "Emotions. You are just a fucking animal, that's all," Drake pretended to roll his eyes but smiled soom. "And what will I get for staying here?"

Rafe furrowed his brows and stretched his back lightly. He got up, walked to Sam and briefly kissed his cheek. "Is that a good fee? Are you happy now? If yes, take my card and go to the shop, we're running out of Pringles and beer.

Sam laughed and got up to grab Rafe and kiss him deeply, slipping his tongue into Adler's mouth. "Be back in half an hour. Send me the full shopping list via Text," Sam hummed after pulling away.

Rafe ran hand through his bangs that fell into his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, cool down a little with showing your affection, I know you more than like me, Samuel."

After one more quick kiss, Sam grabbed Rafe’s wallet and went to shop.

When Drake left the mansion, Rafe took a seat at the table again and smiled to himself. It was the very first time in a while when he felt purely happy.

#Rafe Adler #Sam Drake #safe #Rafe Adler X Sam Drake #Samuel Drake #Sam Drake x Rafe Adler #Rafe Adler fic #Rafe Adler fiction #Sam drake fic #Sam Drake fiction #uncharted 4 #uncharted 4 fic

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Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

#open heart #open heart second year #dr ethan ramsey x mc #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #mercy goes nuts #happy three years of Reputation🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤#ethan ramsey

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genderfluidlucifer · 4 years ago

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Response to being asked to give an opinion on Connie’s calout by residentevil-4

(Tw: CSAM, rape fic, incest fic, predatory behavior, racism, ableism, kink mention, nsfw mentions. Minors should probably dni.)

“Connie and I know each other irl and went to school together for 3 years, although they now live in a different state and have cut contact with me. We went to a private therapy school in Manhattan as we're both disabled and were deemed unable to attend public school. Even though we were pretty close, Connie didn't like having photos taken of them, so I don't have any selfies of the two of us; however, these are from our sophomore and senior yearbooks which at least confirms that we were in the same year at school. People who have seen Connie's selfies should be able to confirm that that is what they look like. First and foremost, Connie is not TMA. They are intersex and the two of us have discussed intersex issues both in person and online, but they are still decidedly CAFAB.” Ok so first off, I want to address this part of the callout. To be honest...was it really necessary to literally doxx Connie ehre? Because this textbook definition of doxxing. Yes Connie’s done some shitty things but I freally don’t think that what they’ve done warrants this level of doxxing. Or...even better, any doxxing. This feels like a really unnecessary breach of privacy, revealing sensitive information on Connie’s childhood that they choose to confide in you with. I really don’t agree with this aspect of the callout as it feels very invasive and bordering on stalkerish. Btw when I say bordering on stalkerish I’m not directly calling you a stalker Bonnie. Just so we’re clear. I am not defending Connie supposedly faking being TMA. Because faking being TMA is a very serious issue. HOWEVER since I don’t know Connie irl and to be quite frank it’s none of my business what the nature of their agab is. Were not close and I’m certainly not going to like lead Connie onto thinking we’re friends just to confirm this with them because that would be creepy. So to be honest I’m going to take this part of the callout with again of salt for now.

[ID: A cropped screenshot of a numbered list Connie posted to their blog hadrosaurs in response to an ask.

“3. I’m TMA And that’s completely irrelevant. I’m not accusing them because of their gender I didn’t even know their gender when they said that to me saying that they said that because they fucking said that and the reaction to it was incredibly alarming. Don’t fucking say that stuff to people.]

I mean I”m not a trans woman so take this with a grain of salt if you want but...I don’t see how this is really proof of Connie being deliberately transmisogynistic? Yes Connie gives iffy retellings of mistakes they’ve made in the past. I’ve seen that on their blog before and I won’t pretend it doesn’t happen. BUT here they sound genuine enough and to be honest a growing issue I’ve seen with callouts as of late is. A person confirms they in fact did not do the thing they were called out for. And then the people who make the callout choose to see it as proof of incriminating behavior anyways. To be honest it’s a big problem and it’s also incredibly unfair to the person being called out. If you’re so determined at that point to see the person as bigoted no matter what they say then of course anything they say can be seen as proof. So I’m going to have to pass on this bit of evidence. “Connie responded: “Final note: I have spoken extensively with several trans women about using TMA to describe myself. I will not be getting into discourse about that on this blog again. All that leads to is people demanding my medical records and calling me slurs. If you wanna have a thoughtful conversation about it direct message me cause it’s not happening again here.” Again this really doesn’t seem all that self incriminating. Connie mentions here that they’ve talked to rl trans woman about whether or not they can be considered TMA. Connie really doesn’t have to disclose that personal information to people for any reason. Yes even when people are e including this ask response in a callout. And considering lots of people DO get invasive about Connie’s medical history ans general personal life over matters like this? I feel their reaction is pretty understandable here. “Connie has constantly compared “exclusionists” (or anyone, really) to TERFs, even when the people in question are not transmisogynistic, trans exclusionary radfems, or are even transmisogyny affected themselves.

“ Gonna have to disagree with this part of the callout too. Lots of ace inclus blogs, even some run by trans women , have proven that the ace exclus movement was started by swerfs/terfs. But the blog that has the most evidence for this is courteousmingler on tumblr. I suggest you check out that blog’s archiving of the history of ace exclus rhetoric before rushing to call me a transmisogynist for disagreeing with this part of the callout. I looked through all of the evidence for Connie being racist and tbh as a black ndn it all feels incredibly flimsy. It’d be one thing if Connie was using their experiences to derail and invalidate the discussions about how black people are oppressed But they weren’t doing that there at all. This part of the post feels incredibly biased. And like OP is looking for things to be mad about. Going to have to pass on this list of evidence. Also uh I seem to recall that residentevil04 got called out for some questionable behavior as well. “Both me (insepsy, hi) and ezrat have had really weird spikes in activity on our Statcounters, both on the same day. (Saturday, 4/17/21) For both of us, majority of the pages looked at by these visitors have been related to or about Connie, or have been posts that Connie would find "problematic" such as the f slur untagged or something related to "panphobia"/aphobia. I’m sorry but...none of the proof of cyberstalking holds any water. Visiting someone’s blogs and rbing posts to disagree with them is not cyberstalking. Keeping tabs on urls that an abusive person who has harassed are using so you can block them (in this case with kyoshi) and warn your mutuals is not stalking. As a victim of rl stalking it’s...really weird to call this legit stalking at all. Much less claim that you have damning proof of it being stalking when no such evidence exists in the callout. Besides after Connie and nonbinarydave called out one of kyoshi’s buddies for sending a death threat hate anon to nonbinarydave’s toddler st4lker partly admitted to doing it a few times. Then other mutuals in kyoshi’s toxic social circle clearly began joining in. Making side accounts where they tried to spin a false narrative of nonbinarydave’s daughter being one of their alters (ableist as hell.) And also trying to do it in such a way that they thought would trigger nonibnarydave’s psychosis (also ableist as hell.) If you’re going to drag Connie for their mistakes and never let them move on from those mistakes then it’s only fair to do that to people you agree with who also do toxic/bigoted things. ALso the fact that your wording here suggests that you think panphobia and aphobia aren’t real makes me doubt this claim even more. Exclus and their allies are notorious for mislabeling inclus disagreeing with them as stalking. “connie said that they would release that info at a later time and the minor began to argue with them that they had a responsibility regardless of their complicated relationship with age. in this argument connie for a time kept their age ambiguous and at one point told the minor (who confirmed in a later ask that they were severely traumatized by adults) that they obviously weren’t traumatized. connie quickly deleted this ask and any mentions of it and the next post they reblogged was about how wrong it was to try and quantify or discount others’ trauma. on my old blog i @ed them in the replies and asked if they had just done that. connie admitted to it and said it was fucked up but quickly blocked + deleted my comment. i can’t remember whether or not connie apologized to the minor, they may have? but yeah. i thought that was pretty weird.”] I do agree with some of the concern here that adults shouldn’t over expose minors in discourse. I’ve been contemplating this for awhile myself. And trying to figure out how to take better steps to avoid including minors who are triggered by discourse in discourse, especially. HOWEVER I have one little issue with this addition to the callout. If that is the case then exclus and their allies need to practice this as well. You cannot ignore the fact that the reason a lot of minors are getting involved in exclus discourse is due to adult exclus and their allies forcing minors to pick a side in the discourse. Y’all are not at all exempt from this problem. I still remember an ex mutual of mine trying to convince a minor to agree that aces can’t face corrective rape. And based on how aggressive it got with me when I tried to avoid giving an opinion on the matter, I can’t imagine that it would’ve reacted better to the minor refusing to give an opinion or to the minor outright disagreed. Refusing to put these standards on exclus and their allies is both hypocritical and quite frankly very transparent. The claims about them glorifying dark topics on AO3 through their fics also seems unfortunately legit. I mean those asks of shaming people who ask their viewers to not romanticize or glorify abusive relationships in their works is very damning. I’m very disappointed to see that Connie has taken being an inclus to the point of validating antis anti culture wholeheartedly. I can’t think of much more to add to my opinion on that part of the callout. As for the issue of Connie interacting with pro shippers in the past, I do know that this claim is legit. I’ve seen it before and so has Breeze. This was why for a brief time we decided to stop following their blogs. Because it was triggering to have pro shippers put on our dash. And sometimes we just don’t feel it’s worth it to always let people we’re platforming know they’re rbing triggering stuff. So sometimes we just quietly unfollow and choose to not interact until we’re sure they’re filtering what they do and don’t rb in some way. I definitely don’t agree with that behavior. And if they’re still doing that I”ll deplatform again. “The anon asks: “A weird question but do you know any other stimboard blogs with your follow criteria? (No radfems, racists, fandom antis, etc.) I was hoping to find more through your “similar blogs” but a lot have no anti-antis for their DNI or allow truscum/transmeds and exclus. :(“

The user responds: “I know of @turtle-pond-stims, @outofangband, and @kinaesthetics! 🍂🍄" “[ID: A cropped screenshot of an ask sent by Connie from their now-deactivated blog, butch-with-a-tortoise.

Connie says: “hey anon I have safe stim blogs. dm me if you want them. And radfems/bigots aren’t allowed to interact. For my own safety (because the community is honestly terrifying) I can’t publicly say on my blogs that I’m safe for proshippers/kinky people but I try to spread word how I can.”] [ID: Screenshot of a post by evilwriter37, which reads, “I’ve been seeing posts about fandom police leaving ao3, and it’s like: Good. We don’t want you here anyway. Go find your own fanfiction site.”

The post is tagged “#Fandom #AO3 #Antis #Purity Culture” and has 87 notes. It was posted on December 21st, 2020.

There is a reply from main-to-outofangband-andothers saying: “there are Silm antis on that site who are against Russigon (Maedhros and Fingon) not because they’re cousins but because they’re both male (coded)”] [ID: A screenshot of an anonymous (though signed off as being from outofangband) ask sent to evilwriter37, which says, “Melkor and Viggo solidarity is ‘Look there’s nothing wrong with keeping my enemy chained up in my personal chambers at all times so please just focus on the war efforts and I’ll focus on the boy* in my chambers’ -@outofbangand.

*boy used figuratively @ antis”

The user responds: “Pfft!!! Hahaha! You’re absolutely right! (And Viggo does refer to Hiccup in canon as ‘my boy’).”] I can’t really say anything to refute this. Because these are all posts of Connie outright stating that they disagree with antis. And not only sympathize with anti antis but are fully against antis. Looks like very damning evidence. Although ngl I’m not entirely against kinky blogs as a whole? Just so long as they truly stay in their lane with their kink content. And don’t force it on others in any way. Or shame people who are triggered by their kinks. It is true that being entirely against kinky blogs no matter what is dipping your toes into swerf rhetoric. Tbh I’m not going to look at the rest. This is pretty much all I need to make a decision on whether or not I”ll continue platforming Connie. Though I will try to get some more perspective from people who I interact with as well. Because I feel better about making a more definitive decision after doing that. Also in general please don’t not try to get an opinion from me on how I feel about syscourse. A lot of the claims about Connie’s age weirdness and them using their alters as a shield feel like syscourse to me. Especially if this callout was written by one or several singlets. Singlets should never be trying to judge how legit someone’s system is ever. Even if their system friends encourage them to. You can call out a horrible person with a system without trying to insinuate that they’re lying about their alters in some way. Doing otherwise is ableist ESPECIALLY if you’re a singlet. Also in general the reason I stay out of discussions of judging how someone is handling their systems is because it’s syscourse and syscourse is triggering for my system and I. If this post was an attempt to get me to give an opinion on the validity of Connie’s system I don’t appreciate it. And I would appreciate not being dragged into such matters again, thank you.

In general there’s like a few parts of this callout that feel legit. Which is unfortunately cluttered with obvious bias and obsessive hatred of Connie. I’m not here to stan or coddle Connie. I know they are not a perfect person. Especially since no human being in the world is perfect. But I feel the way this callout was created was very sloppy since a lot of the evidence was messy at best. And some points were very hypocritical as well as there being some no true scotsman moments from OP. In acting like exclus never do any of the thing that they tried to call out Connie for. Which is behavior that I am not a fan of. This is why people need to be more careful about callouts and like make roughdrafts and have a more unbiased person helping them if they don’t feel they can do it on their own. I’m even trying to make a resolve to do better at that myself. So it’s not like I’m unwilling to put my money where my mouth is. Anyways those are all my thoughts on this messy callout. And tbh I’m not going to get too much more heavily involved in this. Because I need to focus on more immediately serious rl stuff more often, like doing what I can to get out of the hellish landscape of a house I currently am stuck in.

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princessfanonanona · 4 years ago

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Fandom ask meme- N, Y, Z

Thank you for sending me these!

Based on this ask meme.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice) Oof I guess more original fluff in the teen wolf fandom? also more fluff in the dp fandom sounds like a good idea to me. actually you know what I want? crack in both. actual, rib bruising level of laughter style crack. I wanna see my faves get up into the craziest situations and have hilarity ensue

What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them) Oh there’s so many; The Untamed, Leverage, all of DC, all of Marvel, HTTYD, Sailor Moon, BTS, LotR, AtLA, Star Wars, Star Trek, Supernatural, I could keep going but yeah...I have a very full dash of random things

Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged) I guess I’ll ramble on fandom interaction? I’ve been on tumblr for years actual years, I remember those ‘heritage posts’ when they were new, (the breadstick debacle and SuperWhoLock, I was there for the Ball Pit Implosion) and I never understood fandom. I didn’t get it. I mean, logically I understood what the terms meant, (ships, canon, OTP, TTP, meta, etc). I knew the definitions and when to apply what term where and what not to use for other things. But. I didn’t get it.

I would say my first true fandom interaction was Teen Wolf in college because my dash was filled with TW. I couldn’t find a post for pages that wasn’t TW. There was so much art, and mv’s, and drabbles, gif after gif everywhere.

So I watched it. And I fell in love with the characters and the world. TW became the first fandom that I got it. This is what fandom is. I inhaled fic after fic. Lurked in the fandom and watched interactions between the Big Names on story ideas and brainstorming. I tried to join the conversations and my voice was lost. I couldn’t write well so my stories were forgotten under wonderful masterpieces. My attempts to engage was buried under notes. So I returned to being a lurker.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad or upset about it. I was just a small no name and the Big Names weren’t acting malicious. They had already developed friendships and history with each other and were enjoying themselves. It is not their job to cater to every interaction. I still love their work, one of them is actually a big reason I survived college and It’s the only series I will read again and again.

But it was a moment of learning for me.

I joined other fandoms and I ignored the Big Names and made my own circle. I had fun in my circles. And I made my own art and stories.

And then, life happened, as it does. I stopped writing, I left Tumblr.

I left fandom.

I made new friends and moved on with my life. I would check my tumblr every once in awhile. It was infrequent and for sporadic amounts of time.

I joined discord and I found the TW fandom by and large had migrated (I found the link on a fanfic I am mildly obsessed with) so I lurked in the TW server, engaging here and there. I felt (feel still sometimes) small and that's on no one but myself. The server is huge and I struggle with too many voices and too many channels and so many rules I don’t truly understand. The TW fandom are all very nice and welcoming but it didn’t feel like a home I could settle into.

I scrolled into a Danny Phantom post that blew my mind. It was a gif of someone’s art. I am still in aw thinking about it. So I went looking for more.

And I found stunning art and magnificent stories and lore so deep it felt like it could go on forever.

I didn’t know who was a Big Name or not, and it looked like most of the fandom were on a discord server. So I asked. And I joined a DP server, a small one with some interesting characters. And I was tired of so much personal things and I wanted to feel included somewhere, to feel wanted in a space.

So I engaged, and I listened, and I participated.

And I found that I was, not only welcomed, but my thoughts and opinions mattered. That there were wanted in the conversation.

I kept engaging. I started writing again. Truly writing for the first time in several years. And the phandom loved it. My followers skyrocketed, I received so many comments and add-ons of how much people enjoyed my work.

It absolutely blows my mind. I’m actually happy being in a fandom now. I feel like I found a home, which may not be permanent. I may find a new fandom, I may get busy with life and forget about tumblr and fandoms. But I know I can always return to the place I found and be welcomed home.

#asks for fanona #ask meme #teen wolf #danny phantom #ramblings of a fanona #wow that got so long #im so sorry #long post #nightfury326

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neverdoingmuch · 4 years ago

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I just really love Two Person Love Triangles and Identity Porn. So, maybe a You've Got Mail AU? Or a superhero AU when one of them falls for both the masked hero and the secret identity?

because i love both of these aus i’ve written both!! but they’re pretty long bc i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t plot out an entire fic so the superhero au is here.

as for the you’ve got mail au, i went off and watched the movie for the first time and i am delighted by your taste anon,,, the au works so well!!

(okay for some reason tumblr won’t let me indent my bullets so idk how to fix that so big rip)

so we have lan & sons books, a company that prides itself on providing cheap books for everyone to read. think less evil corporation and more we wanted to provide easily accessible books for all people and ended up getting really rich off it

mr lan dadman was meant to be in charge but he ran off and lqr stepped up until lxc was old enough to take over and now lqr just kinda assists lxc when he needs help and does some other work

lqr is definitely the old guy who had a letter thing with this one woman who was enchanting but instead he was chatting to cssr and she was shameless

anyway lwj works as *random high up job that joe fox has* and his best work friend (and real friend) is jin zixuan

jin zixuan is the heir to some coffee franchise and the two families have a deal which is why you have the cafe inside the bookstores

we gonna give lwj some friends

as for wwx, his mother owned a bookstore, the burial mounds (why did she name it that?? idk she probably told bssr that she wanted to call it that as a joke and bssr tried to call her bluff so she ended up having to call it that a la suibian)

anyway he grew up with his mother and grandmother and they left the store to him (idk what happened to them?? maybe they just retired and are now travelling the world while wwx gets to have the bookstore)

now for the actual plot!!

lwj and wwx met on omegle an instant messaging site and now exchange emails. wwx goes by yiling patriarch and lwj goes by hanguang-jun bc we want that flavour

so they’ve been emailing for years and they never share any personal information - wwx knows that hgj has a pet rabbit but not hgj’s name or his job

as for the significant others?? idk let’s pretend they don’t exist.

wwx’s best friend nhs, who writes a column for so-and-so, always just comes over to his place and now he’s semi moved in and wwx isnt really sure why he’s here but he is.

lwj just vibes bc i can’t see him putting up with a patricia unless his uncle forced him to. even then he’d probably just be ~mysteriously~ gone while she’s home

maybe he has a really annoying pa who thinks its his job to come over and like make him breakfast. it’s su she,, it has to be

so wwx goes into work one morning and wen ning is waiting outside as he always is, ready for him to open and then like ten minutes later wen qing comes in and lastly granny wen comes in

why do they work together?? idk?? granny wen and bssr were close and so the wens and wwx kinda grew up as siblings? yeah i like that let’s go with that

so when cssr decided to go travelling wwx gets left with her store and he kinda knows how to run it but also he doesn’t have enough staff so he ends up hiring the wens (except granny who’s mostly there just to hang out with her family)

bonus: a-yuan always come to the shop after school and wwx gets to recreate the childhood he had with his mother with a-yuan. when the store closes wwx and a-yuan just twirl and twirl until they get too dizzy to stand up and then they lay on the floor and discuss their favourite book they’ve read this week. it’s very sweet

okay so the next day lwj gets to babysit his cousin/uncle/nephew/idk-how-they’re-related-person lan jingyi who is like eight or something?

they go out and hang at a festival and lwj does not buy him a goldfish bc i was very stressed by the way they treated the goldfish in the movie but he does get him balloons and a stuffed toy and plays all the games with him

eventually they’re walking back and see that the small bookstore near the new lan bookstore is hosting a story time so they go inside

lwj walks in and he’s immediately taken by the atmosphere of the store bc that place was absolutely beautiful and then he hears this voice and follows it around to the back of the store to see the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life sitting on a kinda too small chair with a princess hat? cone? thing on top of his head

he’d planned to stay for like one story and then take jingyi home but he ends up staying for the entire book and it’s definitely not because the guy reading the book smiled at him once or twice

after the story time ends, lwj is reluctant to leave so he ends up letting jingyi pick a bunch of books and looks at a few fancy first edition books with wen qing

and maybe his mother used to love collecting books - the old ones with the yellowed pages and beautiful pictures - and that’s why lwj helps out with his family business,, bc he wants everyone to be able to have books like that (never mind that all their books are like mass produced and lack any sentimentality & the staff dont actually care about the books)

anyway he sees wwx help jingyi pick out books and lets him borrow his handkerchief when he sneezes and lwj’s like oh nooo he’s good with kids too so now he has to talk to him

so he goes up to buy the books and wwx’s telling jingyi about how much he likes daisies and lwj just blurts out “can i ask what your name is?” and wwx blinks but then smiles and is like i’m wei wuxian, but you can call me wei ying, and i own this store. what about you? and lwj is like wangji, you can call me wangji

wen qing takes one look at lwj and the way he’s staring at wwx and goes you’re going to come back aren’t you and lwj is trying so hard not to just run away so he just ignores her but then she mentions something about lan books and he’s Panicking and jingyi almost says that he’s a lan and lwj just kinda guides him over to a table and then goes back to flirt talk with wwx

anyway wwx ends up going on this big tangent about books and what they mean to people and the whole when you read a book as a child it becomes a part of your identity and who you’re going to become the way nothing else does (and lwj remembers his mother and her books) and then he apologises for going on and lwj is mentally going marry me, but he ends up calling wwx and his mother shameless

but it’s okay!! wwx & cssr are proud of it!

and then yada yada lwj buys the kinda expensive books and ends up awkwardly shepherding jingyi out of the store

cut to the next day when the lan book store opens properly and lwj ends up telling lqr about how he met wwx and lqr is like >:/ the son of that shameless woman,, how terrible,, it’s okay he won’t be a problem for long bc they’ll be driven out of business. which isn’t the response lwj wanted but lxc seems supportive enough if a bit concerned about how it would work with them as business enemies

business is already bad for wwx and it’s barely been a week since the lan store opened and he’s pretty bummed out but hopeful that maybe it’s a fluke

then nhs invites him to some fancy dinner with him bc wei-xiong they’re all so boring and smart and have opinions, please don’t make me have opinions so wwx gets dragged along

he ends up talking to lwj at the bar bc how could he not talk to the man who’s standing in front of all that fancy alcohol and getting some fruit juice. (he’d get water but lwj has had to put up with su she all evening so he needs something stronger)

anyway they chat and it’s pleasant but then after wwx gets approached by someone who’s like wow im surprised you’re talking to lan wangji and wwx is like lan?!

cue their passive aggressive argument around the food table complete with caviar and a turkey knife.

now bc it’s lan wangji,, instead of making scathing comebacks he just makes like factual and to-the-point statements that end up being really bitchy (or does he intend them to be that way? it’s a mix of both of them tbh but in this case he’s definitely being bitchy on purpose) and wwx is spluttering bc that boy does not stand up well against hot and mad people

nhs ends up coming over and defusing the situation but wwx makes a point of stealing the rest of the caviar off lwj’s plate before leaving

lwj ends up ducking out early as well to avoid su she and emails wwx that night at like 9:45 bc the guilt of being so rude kept him up late and yllz is like oh no that’s so sad ): but impressive! i wish i could zing people,, my brain just turns off the second i need to make a comeback

creative liberties,, wwx is good at teasing but not being genuinely mean? lets go with that

anyway now we get the delightful montage of wwx hiding behind cheese displays and lwj walking out of coffee stores with a newspaper covering his face as they try to avoid each other

when wwx gets in the wrong line at the supermarket lwj comes over and kinda glares the checkout woman into submission and gets her to let wwx use his card which wwx is really conflicted about bc why would he help me?? and once again angry lwj = hot lwj

a few weeks later wwx ends up asking hgj for help bc business isn’t getting any better but refuses to give any details and i refuse to have lwj watch the godfather so lwj just straight up messages him and is like tear that bitch apart

and so wwx decides to tear that bitch apart and asks nhs for help. nhs, fan of the arts and small businesses and local culture, is 100% down for it and writes a scathing article about lan books and how they’re destroying all the aforementioned things nhs cares about

it ends up getting a lot of traction and people show up to protest and wwx even goes on television

lwj ends up seeing the news coverage on the matter while he’s at the gym with jzx

jzx is 100% the guy who goes to the gym just to apathetically walk on the treadmill while lwj jogs

he sees the interview with wwx and lwj is like he’s not this nice in real life and jzx is like you met him?? and lwj is like mn. then jzx is like i bet he’s not as hot and lwj is completely silent but his ears are bright red and that’s how jzx knows that wwx is just that hot

also?? lwj goes on tv and says like three words and he’s kinda annoyed how the news decided to spin that but he also said like three words so what did he expect?

but, despite all the publicity, sales don’t get any better so wwx is like fine can we meet in person and lwj is like sure

he brings jzx along bc he doesn’t know the way there, it’s not because he’s nervous and kind of in love with yllz, it’s because he doesn’t know how to get to the cafe. (it’s two blocks from his apartment)

anyway jzx is like oof man it’s seems like yllz is wwx but he is that hot so not all is lost and lwj is like yikes no not happening im not going in but he also feels bad about standing wwx up so he ends up going in and sitting down in front of wwx

and lwj is like wei wuxian, all this publicity will do nothing to save your business and wwx is like lan wangji who do you think you are (or however that scene goes) but instead of lwj being asked to leave wwx decides he’s not gonna chicken out first so they end up spending like two hours having the most aggressive cup of coffee and chat he’s ever had

lwj is exhausted but he also refuses to give up

but then wwx spits something about how lwj is some cold, heartless suit who doesn’t actually care about or appreciate books so how can he possibly dare to think that he’s better than wwx and that hurts bc lwj had thought that he’d been doing exactly that so he leaves

anyway the next morning wwx is moping around the bookstore bc he didn’t get stood up, he swears. am i not cute enough he moans to wen qing and she’s like your hgj doesn’t know what you look like. but what about my personality? is that cute enough? and wen qing eventually manages to grit out that yes it is cute enough

wen ning comes in and is like are you okay? you got stood up? that’s good! your date might have been the rooftop killer xue yang! he got caught last night! and wwx is like i wish, i just got stood up like a chump

so they ignore each other for a few weeks bc wwx is very hurt and lwj doesn’t know what he’s going to say but wwx ends up caving and emails hgj about how guilty he feels and how even though wwx probably means nothing to lwj, he’s worried that maybe he did hurt lwj and also please hgj i still want to talk to you

now hgj never says a lot, he’s always really succinct and direct but this time he takes the time to write a proper apology. it’s not an explanation bc he doesn’t want to give this up, even if the yllz he thinks he loves is the wwx that he hates, but it is an apology

the next day wwx goes to lunch with granny wen and finally dares to ask her whether it would be okay to shut the store down. he doesn’t want, of course he doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t think he can afford to keep it open. granny just tells him that it’s okay and that if the time has come, the time has come

we don’t have to worry about wwx breaking up with anyone, so he just goes home and asks nhs if he can have some space and nhs quickly packs his stuff and goes home. as he stands in the doorway with his last box of stuff he tells wwx that he’s sorry and wishes he could help more and wwx sends him this tremulous smile but manages to hold it together until nhs leaves and then he cries and cries

the next day he goes back to work and tries to stay bubbly and cheery even as he sees all of his shelves slowly being emptied and people who haven’t stepped foot in his store in six months are telling him what a shame it is and how they wish it didnt have to come to this and wwx is internally screaming

he manages to stave off any actual screaming but when he closes up that day he ends up going to the children’s section of lan bookstore and just as he had thought, none of the staff care about the books, none of them know any books and he ends up recommending a series to some young mother

lwj, who’d spotted wwx and come over to see if whether he was here to pick a fight, comes to the awful realisation that maybe wwx is right about his store lacking heart

he goes home that night and su she tags along even though lwj just wants space and the elevator breaks. he’s sitting there on the ground listening to his neighbour talk about reconnecting with family and the elevator button pressing dude talks about getting engaged and su she is just there whining about his job and the inconvenience and lwj goes fuck this. when the elevator starts working again he grabs his rabbit and goes back down to the ground floor, ignores su she’s shouts, and goes back to his childhood home

wwx gets stuck closing his store down. he looks around at the shelves and tables he’d grown up with and sees his childhood and a-yuan’s and countless moments he’s had with people he’s loved and realises he’s going to lose it all forever. he grabs the bell, the last thing he has left of the store and closes up for the very last time

in the meantime, lwj is living the high life. he hangs out with his bunny, gets to read pride and prejudice for fun and actually manages to get all the way through it and then his brother comes to visit

apparently he’d broken up with jgy bc he was gold digger-esque and had decided to run off with someone richer and lwj is like oh thats so sad ): anyway nmj is right there and he fills your heart with joy and lxc is like have you ever had someone like that? and lwj immediately thinks of wwx and is like fuck

his first order of business is to buy wwx’s shop bc it broke my heart that she didn’t get it back in the og movie and he starts filling it with books again. he buys ten copies of his mother’s favourite books and places them on the shelf by the door and then he sees a book that reminds him of jingyi so gets some of them and he sees a book covered in daisies and thinks of wwx. and slowly, slowly he’s building up his own library, his own store, and this time every single book means something and for once lwj looks out across the floor with pride and satisfaction

his second order of business is to apologise to wwx for being a dick. he buys some daisies and goes to his place and comes in and cooks soup for wwx. lwj apologises and tells him it wasn’t personal and wwx is like that’s not true, it was personal to me and it’s personal to a lot of people and lwj understands that now. he remembers the way he’d filled wwx’s store and left his own touch and bared his heart through each of those books and he understands. he doesn’t actually say this and just tells wwx that he wants to be friends

lwj considers coming clean about being hgj but he knows now that he definitely loves wwx and knows that wwx currently hates him but damn is it hard not to say anything when wwx is telling him how much he loves hgj

anyway he’s like organise a meeting again with hgj

i’d say it’s ooc for lwj not to come clean but this is the man who pined for x decades and just didnt tell wwx that his son was alive so like not ooc at all

so lwj decides he’s going to woo wwx as best as he can and organises to meet up with yllz and then goes and meets with wwx and they end up going to hang out and for some strange reason, even though wwx keeps getting stood up, he doesn’t seem to care too much. he keeps agreeing to meet hgj and when he doesn’t show is more than happy to spend the rest of his day with lwj

and slowly, they start to get closer. wwx takes a sip of lwj’s coffee and lwj buys him daisies. wwx brings him an interesting book and lwj tells him about his mother. they chat freely about hgj and lwj is happy for the first time in a long time

eventually lwj organises the final meeting. wwx is really confused about the place he picked but he’s hopeful that maybe this time hgj will show. after wwx and lwj’s farmers market date ends, lwj ends up asking wwx if he could love lwj and wwx is like you put me in such an uncomfortable situation. ie stammering and blushing and eventually going oh no ill be late and running off

anyway a couple hours later wwx finds himself standing outside his old bookstore and he refuses to look at it bc he doesn’t want to see what it’s become but then, through the open door of the store, a bunny hops out and over to wwx

lwj comes running out after it calling out its name (bichen?? flopsy?? rabbit?? one of them) and wwx looks up and is like oh,, it’s you, i’d hoped it was you and he’s all teary and lwj has a handkerchief that he’d embroidered himself (with gentians of course) and he’s like dont cry yllz and then they kiss and it’s beautiful

bonus: lwj takes wwx inside the store and shows him everything and explains the meaning behind every book that they’ve picked and then wwx does cry for real bc there is definitely an entire two walls dedicated just to wwx

do they open the store as a bookstore again and work together? does wwx end up writing books?? idk up to you. i like the idea that they open the store for story time and sell children’s books but lwj still works with lan & sons to get some heart in their stores and wwx works on his own books in his spare time

#Anonymous #mdzs #modao zushi #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #cql #the untamed #asks #thank you so much for the ask i had a lot of fun making this!#let me know if you'd like anything else!!

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the-awkward-outlaw · 5 years ago

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“ I read your diary. ” or rather journal, when he was sleeping or while he was taking a bath in a secluded area and left his satchel wide open for grabs.

This one’s so damn fluffy, I’m gonna die! It’s also one of those ones that easily could lead to a really smutty scene, but maybe I’ll leave that for another time 👀

Read all my works on AO3

(Maybe if I’m bored enough and actually have some damn time, I’ll make a masterlist on Tumblr)

Flat Iron Lake gleams orange and blue in the midday sun, flies collecting in swarms hover above the water, begging to be eaten by a hungry fish. You stand on the pier, pole in your hand, hoping to fool one of those fish to take your lure instead of a real insect. So far, you’re having good luck, despite the hot sun above. You know from experience that fishing at any time other than dawn and dusk is spotty, but the fish around this area of the lake seem to always be biting, which is lucky. It saves everyone from having to go far to get meat.

You love fishing, always have. You’re not the biggest fan of the taste of fish, though you will eat it. You enjoy the act of catching them, though. Fishing forces time to slow down, allows you to just sit and enjoy the peace and quiet, and then there’s the chance that something exciting will happen. Not only that, but the scenery is beautiful.

As you stand, waiting for something to grab your lure, you hear footsteps on the shore. You turn and see Arthur, his hands on his hips. He smiles at you a bit, but doesn’t say anything. You return it and then go back to watching your bait, feeling a bit self conscious. Although you’re the newest member of the gang, having only been with them a couple of months, you’ve quickly grown fond of Arthur. You like most people in camp (aside from Micah), but Arthur was the one you took to. He’s handsome, smart (though he denies it), funny, loyal and sweet. He thinks he’s nothing more than a big dumb brute capable of nothing but violence, but you’ve seen the side of him that proves him wrong. You saw him give Tilly a necklace a few days ago, he got a book for Jack, and you’ve seen him playing fetch with the newest member, a dog named Cain. You’ve also seen him many times sitting on his cot or at the base of a tree, scribbling away in his journal.

You’ve wondered many times if Arthur feels anything for you too, but you’re too nervous to ask. You won’t ask the others if he’s mentioned you at all, afraid it’ll clue them in to your crush. You wish, more than anything, that you could get a glimpse in his journal.

You glance behind you again and spot Arthur sitting at the base of a tree not too far from the pier. His journal’s in his lap and he seems to be writing, or maybe he’s drawing. You wonder if he’s any good. You’ve tried your own hand at drawing with little success. You can barely draw a stick figure.

You go back to fishing, wishing you could at least gather the courage to go and talk to him. You’ve wanted nothing more than to do that. He helped teach you how to shoot a gun after you first joined, and how to shoot a bow. It was through him that you learned how to hunt and fish, and you overheard him a few days ago talking to Dutch about teaching you how to rob people. You just wish you could talk to him about anything that didn’t involve you learning how to pull your weight in the gang. It’s doubtful that he has any interest in you though, even in an innocent, friendly manner. You sigh, wishing things were different.

An hour passes and you decide you’re done fishing. You have a decent collection of fish to give to Pearson, he’ll be happy at least. You collapse your pole and begin walking down the pier when you see Arthur, still sat at the foot of the tree, his hat tipped over his eyes. He seems to be sleeping, but next to him is his journal, lying open and just begging to be read.

You approach him quietly. You really shouldn’t be trying to read his journal, it’d be an invasion of his privacy. Still, you can’t help but be curious. You get a bit closer, waiting for him to stir, but he doesn’t. You quietly set down your bucket of fish and kneel down, picking up his journal. You check on him again, but he still hasn’t moved. You can tell by his slow, heavy breathing that he’s out.

The first thing you see when looking at the open page of his journal is a sketch. Undeniably, it’s you, fishing on the pier. The sketch extends across both pages. The drawing is beautiful, simple yet detailed. You had no idea he could draw this well. You flip to the previous page and see sketches of a horse (undeniably his own), a husky and a duck. The duck is really no more than an outline, but it’s endearing. The husky is incredibly detailed, its tongue dangling from its panting mouth. You love the detail of the fur, you can tell exactly what color it is based purely on how he’s shaded it. You flip to the next previous page and are startled by an extremely detailed drawing of your face. On the page next to it is a passage he’s written. You study the beautiful, looping words. His writing is gorgeous. You begin to read it.

“Took Y/N out hunting today. She’s got a natural talent for it, considering she’s only been doing it a few months. If only things were simpler, life wasn’t such a mess, I might ask her to be my girl. Yet damn you, Mary! Y/N ain’t nothing like Mary. She’s sweet, she don’t hold people’s past over their heads or play games with ‘em. When I’m alone with her, I feel like the luckiest man and the biggest fool. If she’s smart, she’ll stay away from me.”

Your stomach does a backflip. Has he really thought about asking you to be his girlfriend? No way, no way could Arthur, the Arthur Morgan, be interested in you! You’re just a simple girl who grew up on a farm until a few months back when it was burned to the ground, killing everyone inside. You were in the barn when it got destroyed by a group of drunk O’Driscolls. It was only a couple weeks after that you were brought in by Arthur, who found you begging on the trail in the middle of nowhere.

You flip through more of his journal, reading about how he hopes never to get on Sadie Adler’s bad side (you agree with him), how he detests doing jobs for Strauss. You’re glad he never went to collect that debt from that Downes fellow a few weeks ago. You’d heard rumors he was incredibly sick and you passed that information onto Arthur, who decided it wasn’t worth the risk and just absolved the debt. Still though, he’s doing a few other collections.

You go on to read about some of the people he’s met, including a blind man who seemed almost like a prophet, a photographer who seemed to be trying to get himself eaten by some wild animal, and a crazy woman touting about dinosaurs. So many of these entries are accompanied with drawing, each one detailed to the point you feel you could touch them.

Every few pages, he seems to mention you, whether it’s just taking you out somewhere to teach you a new skill, or about how you’ve surprised him with one of your own visions of the world. One in particular stands out to you. It’s accompanied by a sketch of you just standing there, drinking a mug of coffee. The passage itself started off with him talking about one of his debt collections from a woman named Lily Millet.

“This world is an ugly one, I see it everyday. I see it in the things I do to people, the way they look at me. But Y/N seems to see the beauty of it. Whenever I’m with her, she sees light and color where I would see only violence and horror. The more I’m with her, the more I see the beauty too. If I were smarter, I’d spare her the misfortune of my own company, yet I find hers euphoric. If I weren’t such a coward, I’d ask her on a proper outing. John keeps saying she’s sweet on me, but Marston wouldn’t know the first thing about women. How the hell he ended up having a kid with Abigail is beyond me.”

You giggle at the last line and then your heart drops when you hear Arthur begin to stir. You quickly flip to the page it was on and throw it on the ground. Unfortunately, it lands a solid foot from where you picked it up and in a different position. You just hope he doesn’t remember those details as you stand up and take several feet back.

He tilts his hat up, notices you trying to walk away in such a manner that screams you’re guilty of something. He looks down at his journal and notices right away that it’s been moved. He connects your guilty smile and knows instantly that you at least looked at the sketch. Before he can say anything to you, you dart off into the middle of camp to give your fish to Pearson and where he won’t confront you.

During the rest of the day, you find any excuse you can to stay away from Arthur, positive he’s furious that you invaded his privacy like that. You’d be mad had it been you, and you’re sure he’d like nothing more than to tell you off. However, you often catch him staring at you, but not in anger or disappointment. His eyes say he’s curious, and he doesn’t seem to be pursuing you to get you alone, though he does try to approach you often. You always come up with an excuse or pick up a conversation with the closest person so he can’t confront you.

After the sun’s set, your luck runs out. Arthur left a few hours ago and you figured he’d be gone the rest of the night. You decided it was safe to go stand at the shores of the lake and look at the stars. You didn’t even hear him approach until he was standing right next to you, a beer bottle in each hand.

“So,” he said, making you jump. You flushed when you saw him standing so close to you, but then he handed you one of the bottles. You thanked him quietly and looked away. You didn’t see the soft smile he wore. “Enjoy readin’ my journal?” he asks, sipping his beer as he stares off across the lake.

You sigh. “I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan. It was wrong of me. I understand why you’re upset.”

He chuckles softly. “Ah, it’s a’right. I ain’t exactly innocent in that myself. Guess I earned it, to be honest.”

“What do you mean?”

He rubs his neck nervously. “I, uh, I read your diary too once. It was on your bedroll and I guess Grimshaw snatched you up while you was writin’. I was just passin’ by and saw it, couldn’t help myself.”

You blush even more. Shit, shit shit! You wrote in there shortly after getting the damn thing that you have a massive crush on Arthur, it’s pretty much a guarantee that he saw it.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Morgan,” you say, closing your eyes.

“For what?” he says, shocked.

“That you had to read that. I’m… I’m such an idiot and I’m sure it’s the last thing you wanted to know about me. I completely understand if you don’t want to teach me anything else.”

He turns to face you. He nervously reaches up a hand to tilt your head up to look at him. “Y/N, I know you read my journal. Pretty far back too, I’d guess. If you actually read it, you’d know I’ve… well, I’ve held somethin’ for you too.”

You smile and take his hand into yours. “I don’t know why you would. I’m nothin’ special.”

“Maybe you don’t see yourself the way I do.”

You look up at him again. His face is inches from yours and his eyes dart down to your lips before going back to your eyes again. Is he thinking the same as you? Right now, you’d like nothing more than to kiss him. You start leaning up, you can feel the heat radiating from him. He moves closer, his free hand sliding over your back. Your lips are centimeters from touching.

“Mr. Morgan, we are in the shit again. Deep in the shit!” the gravelly voice of Reverend Swanson washes over you again. He stumbles over, his eyes bloodshot. Arthur leans away and lets you go, making you let out a soft groan.

“You got quite a way with words there, Mr. Swanson,” Arthur replies.

“Words are the least of my problems, Mr. Morgan.” He stammers for a moment, almost as though he’s seeing something you can’t. His eyes refocus on you both standing inches apart, looking irritated. “But I wanted you both to know that you are children of God! Children of God.” He starts mumbling to himself, almost singing.

You chuckle. “That’s sweet, Reverend, but I stopped believing in God a long time ago.”

“But he has never stopped believing in you,” Swanson says, then he stumbles off.

Arthur lets out a long sigh and hangs his head so his hat covers his eyes. His cheeks are slightly pink. “Sorry for that interruption, Y/N.”

“That’s okay, ain’t like we could stop him,” you say. You want to ask him to try that kiss again, but you just can’t manage to get the words out. He’s thinking the same thing, but like you, he’s too embarrassed to ask. Instead, his hand slowly wraps around yours. You look down at your entwined hands and then back up to him and smile. Encouraged by this, he lets your hand go and both of his slide over your back, pulling you close to him. Yours go up to settle on his shoulders.

Before anyone else has the chance to ruin the moment again, Arthur dips down and presses his lips to yours. His are slightly chapped, but they’re warm. You’ve only imagined kissing him a hundred times, but you didn’t ever do him justice in those daydreams. You move your lips with his, your hand winding behind his neck to pull him even closer. His arms grip you tight, pressing your body against his. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. Something in your chest purrs as he deepens the kiss. Oh, how you’ve wanted this, wanted him. All those moments you spent alone with him, you wanted to kiss him exactly like this.

After several moments of you studying his lips, he breaks it, his breath leaving in quick bursts. He smiles at you and cups your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheek bone.

“I hope that was okay,” he says softly.

“More than okay,” you say and you kiss him again. This one is short and brief, but just as sweet as the previous. You lay your head on his shoulder, your forehead pressed against his neck. His arms embrace you protectively and his heart hammers into your ear. You stare off across the silvery waters of the lake, content in this moment. You want it never to end.

There’s no way you could know that Arthur, for the first time in a long time, finally thinks he may actually be a somewhat decent man if someone as sweet and good as you chooses to nestle in his arms like this. He kisses the top of your head, wishing he could tell you how grateful and how in awe he is. Perhaps he’ll have to write it in his journal and leave it somewhere that you’ll find it again.

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 13

Did I scare y’all making you wait nearly a week for this part? Truth be told, I STRUGGLED with this you guys. I got in my own head about it and then once I figured it out Tumblr decided to be a total dick and not save my work... but phew. It’s here! HUGE shout-out to my co-writer @what-does-mine-say for writing the final scene for this DAYS ago, because otherwise this part still wouldn’t be done. Please go give her a follow if you haven’t already.

Also I’m still kind of in my head about this part so I hope you all like it k bye.

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 13/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC

Warnings: ANGST, language, alcohol use

Word Count: 3.8k

Catch up on previous parts here.

Alex rolled over, half-asleep, and reached out for Cash—but she didn’t find him. She opened her eyes. He wasn’t there. The covers of the bed were flung back, the sheet and pillow wrinkled from where he’d been. But before she could wonder where he’d gone, the smell of coffee hit her nose.

She swung her feet to the floor and climbed out of bed, padding down the hall of Cash’s house in nothing but her underwear and one of his t-shirts. She found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Her smile nearly split her face in two.

“Are you making me pancakes?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “No, go back to bed! I was trying to surprise you!”

Alex’s heart nearly exploded when she heard that. “Babe! Really?” She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and placed a kiss on his bare shoulder. “You did surprise me.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

“Good.” He turned around in her grip and pulled her close. “I wanted to do something nice for you to make up for Wednesday.”

Alex smiled. “Trust me, you’ve more than made up for it.” She reached up and gently stroked her fingers along the nape of his neck, playing with his hair like she had that night in front of the fire. He hummed as closed his eyes.

“Come on, you know what that does to me,” he breathed.

“I know,” she teased. “That’s why I’m doing it.”

“Mm.” He bent his head forward and hungrily kissed her neck. Alex bit back a giggle as his beard tickled her, and then a moan when he nipped her skin; but the pancakes suddenly started to sizzle on the griddle.

“I think the pancakes are burning,” she said.

“Shit!” Cash whirled around and quickly flipped them with the spatula. “See, you’re a distraction,” he smirked at her. “Maybe it’s a good thing I won’t be at Dynamite this week. You’d get me in even more trouble.”

Alex frowned when he said that. “Don’t remind me you won’t be there this week,” she muttered.

After the “beer dumping incident,” as they’d come to call it, Cody had individually called both Cash and Dax and told them they wouldn’t be on either Dynamite or Dark that upcoming week. As soon as Cash had told Alex the news, she’d decided to fly back down to Florida early and spend the next few days at his place in Orlando; she didn’t want to go that long without seeing him. And, ironically, Cash seemed to be taking the whole thing better than she was.

“It is what it is,” he said with a shrug. “Kenny’s just flexing his EVP muscle ‘cause he’s mad I got the girl.”

He sent her a crooked grin. She returned it with an unamused stare. “Cash…” she warned.

“I know, I know,” he relented. “You don’t want me to rub salt in a wound. But tell me I’m wrong.”

Alex bit her lip, trying hard not to smile. It was sexy how cocky he was being—and he knew it.

He turned off the burner and took her by the hips, pulling her into him. His voice came out breathy as he spoke in between kisses on her neck. “Kenny’s mad because he knows you’re in my bed”—kiss—“in my shirt”—kiss—“grabbing my hair and saying my name.”

He squeezed her ass, and Alex let out a whimper of pleasure. But she didn’t want to give into him that easily. “You’re gonna have to make waffles too if you don’t stop.”

He smiled against her skin. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm. With chocolate chips.”

“Well we’re gonna have to work up an appetite, then.”

She let out a surprised yelp as he picked her up, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her back to the bedroom. And that time, Alex was more than willing to give in. The pancakes could wait.

* * * * * * * * * *

If there was anywhere Kenny didn’t want to be right now, it was in Jacksonville at Daily’s Place. He had half a mind to just get up and leave; he didn’t even have a match that week. But he couldn’t leave. He was an EVP; he had responsibilities. But even so, he was just going through the motions. He had been for weeks. And every week, he was finding it harder and harder to care.

His apathy had started to become obvious to his colleagues, and especially to his friends. Thankfully, Matt and Nick didn’t push him or ask any questions—not after he’d let slip that he was in love with Alex. Kenny was almost certain they pitied him. Why wouldn’t they? He had to see the woman he loved with another man every single fucking week.

But Kenny didn’t pity himself; he was angry with himself. Angry for not fighting harder for Alex. But, then again, she hadn’t really given him a chance. She’d turned tail and run to Cash after one bad day even though he’d told her he wanted to change for her. Those weren’t just words—he’d meant it with his entire being. But Alex hadn’t given him a chance to prove it. And over the last few weeks, Kenny had started to wonder how much of that was her own decision… and how much of it was outside influence.

The door to the locker room opened; Kenny tried not to roll his eyes when Adam walked in. Speaking of outside influence.

“Hey,” Adam said. He looked confused to see him there. “Have you just been sitting in here by yourself?”

Kenny’s answer was clipped. “Yeah.”

Adam blinked. “Okay.” He moved over to his bag and pulled out his wrist tape. It seemed like there was something else he wanted to say but wasn’t sure if he should. It irked Kenny.

“What?” he shot. “Is there somewhere I should be?”

Adam’s eyebrows arched as he started wrapping the black tape around his wrists. “No; you can do whatever the fuck you want. But you’re usually in production during the show so I was surprised to see you here.”

Kenny didn’t say anything in return. But then Adam spoke up again.

“There is something you should do, though,” he started. “You should talk to Alex.”

At first, Kenny thought he was joking. But the look on Adam’s face communicated that he was dead serious. It angered him. He couldn’t believe Adam of all people would suggest that. “Why would I talk to Alex?”

“Because she thinks it was your call to keep FTR off TV this week,” Adam returned. “She thinks you’re being petty about what happened with the beer. You should go tell her it was Tony’s decision.”

Kenny bit down on his jaw. He’d had a feeling Alex might think he was the reason FTR didn’t have a match this week. But that was none of Adam’s business. “Oh, so now you want to try to patch things up between me and Alex? What’s changed?”

Adam paused what he was doing to glare at him. “I just figured you’d want her to know the truth.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” Kenny charged. “You sure it’s not because you’re feeling guilty about something?”

Anger flashed across Adam’s face. But if he had anything to say, he left it unsaid. He used his teeth to rip off the tape from the roll and tossed it back into his bag. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this. My match is next.” He stood and crossed the room; but before he left, he looked back over his shoulder. “Alex is in the lounge with Callie. Man up and talk to her.”

He exited before Kenny could say anything in response. It was a good thing, too, because Kenny had nothing nice to say. Who the hell did he think he was, telling him to man up? When was he going to “man up” and admit that he’d invited Cash to that cookout on purpose?

He sat there for a while, stewing in his own anger. And, eventually, it got to the point where he couldn’t just sit there anymore. He pushed himself off the couch and went out the door, moving purposefully toward the lounge. Alex was sitting with Callie and Best Friends in front of the TV watching Adam’s match against Five from Dark Order. They all stared at him when he walked in.

“Can I talk to you?” he said to Alex.

She hesitated. But eventually she said, “Sure.”

He didn’t wait for her to get up before he turned and walked back out into the hall. He moved a few feet from the door to give them some privacy. When he turned back around, Alex was staring up at him with those big hazel eyes of hers, anxiety written all over her face. Kenny hated it. He hated that that was what he did to her now. He wanted to fix it.

He let out a breath. “I just wanted to tell you that it wasn’t my call to keep FTR off TV this week. It was Tony’s.”

She seemed surprised to hear that. “Oh. Well… did Tony talk to you about it?”

He shook his head. “No. Not until after. I mean, he hadn’t told them yet, but… he’d already made up his mind.” He paused. “I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to… I don’t know. Undercut FTR. Or you.”

Alex looked away, and for a second Kenny worried that she wouldn’t believe him or find another way to make his fault. But then she looked back up at him and said, “To be honest, that was what I thought you were trying to do. So thank you for telling me.”

Relief flooded him. That was all he’d needed to hear. “Sure,” he said. He started to walk away—but Alex put a hand on his arm. He looked back at her. Her eyes were full of remorse.

“For what it’s worth, I wasn’t okay with what they did last week. But I’ve been wracking my brain ever since it happened and… why did you go out there? Were you honestly going to have a drink with them?”

Kenny’s face fell. “Honestly? No. I went out there to hit Cash with the cooler. But I thought better of it as soon as I got to the ring. I don’t know,” he shrugged and looked away. “I figured I shouldn’t do anything to push you away any further.”

That was the truth. He hadn’t wanted to make amends with Cash last week—he’d wanted to hit him right in his stupid face with that fucking cooler. But Alex had already rejected him. He didn’t want to make her hate him, too.

“You didn’t push me away, Kenny.”

He looked back at her. She was frowning. It confused him. “Well then what the hell happened, Alex? Because I have no idea.”

She couldn’t look him in the eye as she answered. “I told you. I was afraid things would just be the same as last time.”

“And I told you I wanted to change for you!” he returned. “Those weren’t just words, Alex! I meant it! And I would’ve proven it to you if you’d just given me the chance!”

He’d tried his best to keep his voice down, but he couldn’t help it. He was so fucking frustrated with the situation. But when he saw the look on her face, he wished he could un-say all of it. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

He let out an apologetic breath. “Alex… I’m sorry. I just—”

“Is there something wrong here?” Trent suddenly asked. He and Chuck had both come out of the lounge and were walking toward them now, hard looks on their faces. Kenny rolled his eyes.

“Please, we’re having a private conversation,” he breathed.

“That’s not what it sounds like,” Chuck returned.

It was Alex who let out a noise of frustration that time. “Guys, don’t,” she said to them. “We’re fine.”

Trent gave her a look. “Are you sure?”

She started to answer—but Kenny cut her off. “Trent, why don’t you mind your own business for once?”

His brow lowered. “Are you serious? We could hear you in there yelling at her.”

“Please, just stop,” Alex pleaded; but Kenny spoke over her.

“I wasn’t yelling at her.”

“Well it didn’t sound like you were having a conversation, that’s for damn sure,” Trent said.

Kenny took a step forward—now was not the day to try him—but before anything could happen Callie came running frantically out into the hall. She looked at Kenny. “You need to go help your tag team partner—he’s getting mobbed by all of Dark Order out there.”

Kenny let out another sigh. Honestly, at the moment, he didn’t really care if Adam got his ass beat. But going to help him was better than staying here and dealing with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum being overprotective of Alex. So he turned and begrudgingly took off toward the ring, going slower than he could have.

* * * * * * * * * *

Later that night, Dynamite and Dark had both wrapped and most of the roster had cleared out and gone back to the hotel; but Alex was still at the arena. Cash had called her right as she was about to leave and asked her how things had gone, and so she’d found the nearest private room and told him. She’d told him it had been Tony, not Kenny, who’d made the call to keep him and Dax off TV that week. She’d told him how things obviously weren’t okay between Kenny and Adam. They’d avoided each other the rest of the night after Kenny’s blasé attempt to help Adam fend off Dark Order.

But what she hadn’t told him was what Kenny had said to her, about how she hadn’t given him a chance to prove that he wanted to change for her. It wasn’t that Alex wanted to hide it from Cash; she just didn’t see any point in telling him. It would only make the situation more strained than it already was. And besides—Kenny wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t given him a chance to prove himself. And, truth be told, that was something she’d thought about a lot over the last six weeks. Struggled with, even.

But she did her best to put it out of her mind as she pulled her suitcase down the hall toward the exit. She was almost out the door when her phone rang again. She dug it out of her pocket; her brow furrowed in confusion when she Callie’s name on the caller ID. Nevertheless, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Please tell me you’re still at the arena.”

She sounded panicked. “Yeah…” Alex returned. “I was just about to leave. Why?”

“Oh, thank God,” Callie breathed a sigh of relief on the other end. “Could you do me a huge favor? I left my diamond studs on the ledge in the shower in the locker room. Could you get them for me? They were a gift from Adam. He would murder me if he knew I left them there, especially after all the shit that happened tonight.”

Alex smirked to herself. She knew a golden opportunity to mess with someone when she saw it. “Real diamond studs?” She tutted. “How unbelievably negligent of you, Callie. I don’t think Adam would appreciate you forgetting such an expensive and thoughtful gift.”

“Alex,” Callie started; but Alex wasn’t done.

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell him. I can text while you’re still on the line, you know. Hold on—”

“ALEX!” Callie frantically interjected. “You better be joking.”

“Calm down,” Alex assured. “Of course I’m joking. But you owe me.”

There was a pause. And then Callie offered, “I’ll buy you a bag of Sour Patch Kids.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “That’s Trent’s thing. You gotta find something else.”

Callie didn’t say anything in response.

“Headed to the locker room now,” Alex relented.

“Thank you!”

“Uh huh,” she returned, and she ended the call. Callie was legitimately lucky she’d started to like her.

She rolled her suitcase behind her as she made her way to The Elite’s locker room. As everyone else was gone, she didn’t think twice about walking right in without knocking—but she came to an abrupt halt just inside the doorway. Kenny sat sprawled on the couch, staring listlessly up at the ceiling—and there was a whiskey bottle in his hand.

He lifted his head off the back of the couch. He looked just as shocked to see her as she did him. “Alex.” He shifted to sit properly. “What’re you doing here?”

She didn’t answer his question. Instead, she asked, “Have you been drinking?”

There was an amount of concern in her voice that she hadn’t expected. But he shrugged. “Adam shouldn’t leave his liquor lying around.”

Alex was stunned. As far as she knew, Kenny had never had a drop of alcohol in his life. She rushed over and sat next to him. “How much have you had?”

“I don’t know,” he said as he set the bottle on the coffee table. “A few swigs.”

Alex looked into his eyes. She didn’t think he was drunk, but she could tell he was feeling it. She knew he was feeling it when he looked at her and smirked, “Even I can tell that’s the cheap shit.”

She ignored the comment. “Why are you drinking?”

He let out a tired breath. “A lot of reasons.” He leaned back again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You. Adam. Me. Probably mostly me.”

Alex frowned. But before she could say anything, he spoke up again.

“I had a dream about you the other night. We were together. Fucking stupid, right?”

He laughed to himself. It stung her, and before she knew it she said, “It’s not stupid.”

He picked his head back up and looked at her. “Then why aren’t we together in real life?”

Alex opened her mouth and closed it again. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to hurt him any more than she already had. She couldn’t, especially not when he was like this.

But Kenny wanted an answer. “That’s all I want to know, Alex.” He shifted so that he faced her, and his knee bumped against hers. “Just tell me why you picked him because I… I don’t know.”

He looked into her eyes, and Alex suddenly found herself fighting back tears, just like she had when his words had cut into her like a knife outside the lounge. She’d never seen Kenny look so defeated. And knowing she’d done it to him… it was more than she could bear.

Her voice came out choked. “I told you why when I talked to you at the hotel six weeks ago.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, you didn’t.”

He brow furrowed. “Yes, I—”

“You didn’t, Alex,” he cut her off. His voice was so earnest that she couldn’t help but listen. “I’m sorry, but you didn’t. All you did six weeks ago was use Cash as an excuse to run away from giving me a real chance.”

If his words had cut her before, this time they stabbed her in the heart. He was right, and there was absolutely no denying it. Her eyes welled up and the tears rolled down her cheeks, unable to hold them back any longer. Kenny’s face fell.

“No, please don’t cry, baby.” He stopped short, realizing what he’d said. “Fuck. I’m sorry. It’s the whiskey, I guess.” He ran a hand over his face. “I should go.”

“No.” Alex reached out and touched his arm before he could get up off the couch. It surprised them both. But she genuinely didn’t want him to go. “You’re right. I did run away, and I didn’t give you a fair chance. But I was scared, Kenny.”

His brow furrowed. “Of what?”

“Of getting hurt again! I told you that! I was afraid if I fell for you again that I’d just get burned twice as bad!”

She drew in a breath, suddenly realizing what she’d just said. Kenny’s eyes widened. “If you fell for me again?”

Alex had to swallow a lump in her throat before she could answer. There was no point denying it any longer. “I was in love with you the first time, Kenny. But I just buried it and ignored it because I knew you didn’t feel the same.” She wiped away a tear and looked at the whiskey bottle, suddenly wanting to take a swig herself. And then she realized: Chuck had told her practically the same thing six weeks ago. Now she knew exactly how he’d felt with her. It only made it worse.

“Alex.”

She looked back at Kenny. He gazed into her eyes—and, somehow, she knew exactly what he was going to say.

“I’m in love with you. Present tense.”

It felt like all the air was knocked from Alex’s lungs. She stared back at him, her eyes glassy, lips parted in silent shock. “What?”

He held her gaze. “I’m in love with you,” he said again. “And I know it’s not fair to tell you now, but… I don’t want to leave it unsaid.”

Alex was at a total loss. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, what to even think. The only thing she did know was that he was telling the truth. It was written all over his face.

Her phone let out a loud sound, cutting through the silence and making her jump. She looked down at the screen. It was a text from Callie. Did you get them?

The earrings. Alex had forgotten all about them. “Shit, Callie’s earrings.”

Kenny gave her a confused look. “What?”

“Callie asked me to get her earrings that she left in the bathroom,” she said as she stood from the couch. “It’s why I came in here.” She practically jumped off the couch and hurried into the bathroom. Thankfully, the earrings were right where Callie had said they were. Alex grabbed them from the ledge in the shower and walked quickly back out into the main room. She looked at Kenny as she grabbed her bag. “Do you have a way back to the hotel?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

They gazed at each other from across the room. Alex opened her mouth, wanting to say something, anything; but she was afraid that whatever she said say would come out all wrong. So she just gave him one last look and pushed out the door, running away from her feelings again.

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Madness draws: Behind the Scenes of the “Alleine in der Nacht” die ärzte fan comic.

A few weeks ago I posted this comic:

This post is yet again just another drawing behind-the-scenes post but You can go and reblog the original post here.

And as always, all my ramblings are under the cut!

This one was relatively easy to do because I just woke up one morning and internally died from laughter because this idea just happened like a random pop up window in my brain. I wrote it down to my phone notes and later on also into my sketchbook:

I was laughing out loud when I was drawing those images, Bela’s face still is cracking me up :D And because I’m yet again trilingual with my comics, there’s only one word in my mother tongue and it’s: Bela laulaa = Bela sings.

And other fans might recognize the lyrics of the song, I needed to write them down in order to decide which ones would fit the comic the best.

This one is then again me trying to see how it will fit on a A4 paper. Originally I saw it in my head more like a short, regular comic strip with 3 panels but somehow I couldn’t get it to fit into 3 panels. And 4 panels was too many in a row so I decided to go for a full page then. That caused bits of trouble to me because I normally don’t draw the comic book faces THAT big and it’s surprisingly hard to draw them in bigger scale. (With pencil drawings it’s the opposite, the bigger the better. It’s much easier to draw an eye the size of a finger instead of a size of a tip of a needle.)

Here’s the first sketch! Just the shapes to see how and what I need to draw. Sorry for the awful photo quality again, my phone’s camera has really gotten really bad after these 3 years of use...

Anyhow, the third panel caused me some troubles because I knew how I wanted Bela’s arms and hands to be but I didn’t see them that good in my head so what I did next was to try different postures into my sketchbook:

I also tried this foreshortening technique I saw in a video of after a Tumblr post, even tho I don’t find that too hard to do myself anymore but it was still interesting and can really help making the eye and brain to see the image in 3D. So here I finally figured that I wanted Bela to have is arms like he was singing something very theatrically. I think it turned out pretty good.

Next I struggled with the bedsheets and I figured that I am a bit too good at blocking out information when I draw because I tried to draw unmade beds from reference photos and I’m able to follow a line but also able to completely not see any other lines around the line I’m following. Like I’d often follow a line to somewhere and suddenly notice that wtf there’s SO MUCH MORE lines all over the place in the photo but I just did not see them.

^Here’s two pages in my other sketchbook that I got for the comic stuff especially because the paper is actually white. The bigger sketchbook has light yellow tint to the paper so it can mess up with the colors when I need to try out and look for perfect colors from the colored pencils. (This sketchbook is also smaller aka A5 because Derwent sketchbooks are expensive but this was the only A5 one with a bit grainy paper in white. The A4 one is cheaper and from Mont Marte.)

After a while I was done with the besheet and the rest of the second sketch. I don’t have a photo of the comic with just the lineart, only a photo where the first panel is already colored and now I actually need to talk about the coloring.

That caused me lots of trouble because I really love playing with lights and shadows in everything (drawing, photographing... everything) and I do know how to do the night effect in black and white, but I have only once before done that with colors and it’s never that easy. Plus that one was my first comic when I started drawing again in 2018 and it was not that good to begin with.

I run some tests with the pencils, as well as some shading tests:

Käsi = hand, iho = skin. I use Derwent Flesh Pink (I have a 72 set of Derwent Watercolour pencils) for the skin color and was then trying out other colors to see which one would look the best for shading. It was actually really difficult to do and my sister suggested that I’d use only cold colors but like... how do you use cold colors on a skin without making the character look dead? :D

I imagined that there’s a moon shining in from a window that would be behind the “camera”. I almost ruined the first panel because I wasn’t exactly sure what was I even doing and what did I want from the colors:

Here’s the lineart and almost finished first panel in colors. I really liked the lineart and this would have looked so nice in black and white too, maybe even better. But I just saw that blue background so strongly in my mind that I just had to go for it.

The first panel was really difficult to do like I said and I almost ruined it at some point. But it also taught me something because with the rest of the panels I knew to start with the skincolors and end with the black (I started the first panel with black, I think... kids, never do that, always start with the light colors! :D) and I think the last panel is the best what comes to the colors in the final comic. I also added light blue here and there to make it look more like the colors of a moon at night:

I’m actually very happy with all of the other colors in this panel! It also reminds me of a book I had and used to read as a child. It was about this girl that went to an appendix surgery and all the images were drawn with either colored pencils, pastels or crayons and it looked grainy the exact same way as this one too. It also had lots of red and orange and brown colors in it. (I wonder if I still have the book here...)

Then there’s also the title and “Das Ende”. Originally I was going to do the late 80s logo they have e.g. on the 80s live vhs/dvd but then I just saw another post in my dä blog’s queue and I just needed to do this logo instead!

I had just a couple of weeks prior ordered a pack of white Sakura Gelly Roll pens and needed to test what would make the best compination and with which black!

I also had bought a white paint pen but it’s useless. As you see, it just looks grey after it dries and it just... doesn’t look nice. Plus it takes so much time to dry AND it’s extremely messy and I have paint more in my hands and a puddle on the paper but barely none where it should be. So my choice for the logo was to use either Pigma Microns or Promarkers (I think I chose the latter) and the thickest Gelly Roll aka 10. This was the result:

And I’m actually super happy about how it came out! Couldn’t do that good looking spots on the letters because can’t make splashes with a gel pen so I did a few bigger ones here and there and then just poked everywhere with the pen to make it look more random. You can actually see how it’s slightly whiter than the paper if you look closely, but it’s not too strongly whiter so it looks pretty nice like this.

So, this was less work than the “Widumihei” one but it was also an interesting piece to draw. And I think I have now this comic drawing more freshly in mind so that drawing the next ones (there’s three waiting for sketching already) will be much easier as well :)

#here take the last behind the scenes post then #I mean next ones are going to be actual new drawings because now I'm done with these I had in mind #mcrmadness draws #mcrmadness draws: behind the scenes #my comics #dä fanart #die ärzte

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