#also figure out something with the walk in closet which has become something of a dumping ground

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

phil’s only been eating the salmon wet food (a problem bc there are three kinds in the variety pack) and the issue might actually be that she is a much more social eater than i expected, she’s fucking chowing down on a tuna blend bc (i assume) i am sitting between her and the door (where the other cat lives) (never mind that mack is still terrified of phil even though she’s been here three months)

[stealingyourbones]

time to post the prompt I tormented @bloggerspam with on discord >:) Danny and Jason died at the same time and parts of their core jumped into each others cores, making them literal soulmates. They feel a burning tug deep in their chest ever since they got brought back to life, a desperate yearning, there’s some part of themselves that is missing. They feel hollow. After a bad coming out (as Phantom, not out of the closet) with his parents, Danny decides to follow that tugging sensation... all the way to Gotham City, where a certain crime lord also is yearning for something he can’t quite place. During the time Danny arrives in Gotham, the sense of yearning and hollowness strengthens in Jason. He doesn't know what's going on. His family is worried for him. Jason's new bedtime routine is gently rubbing a spot just to the right of his heart, silent tears running down his cheeks as he yearns for the touch of a person he's never met. It's confusing and frightening. All he knows is that the pain in his chest is now even stronger. The hollowness he's felt ever since he crawled his way out of his grave spreading past a sense of yearning and progressing to an agonizing longing. Jason tested himself for every type of Ivy's pollen and it came back negative. He doesn't know what's going on and he's scared. For Danny it's similar. The tug of his core is even stronger in Crime Alley. Every night he weeps holding his hands around his core feeling it softly cry for its other half. He knows they're nearby but he doesn't know how to pinpoint their location. All he can do is wait and hope that they stumble across each other. Danny decides to take action. He steals some of Vlad’s money and opens a coffee shop in the Narrows. Danny can feel the tugging so much stronger here. He hopes he can find what his core is looking for. Danny first meets this one extremely tired looking teen in a nice suit who always looks dead on his feet and asks for an ungodly amount of caffeine. Danny happily gives him the borderline toxic order. The man keeps on coming to his shop and they start to get to know each other. Unknowingly, Danny has become fast friends with a billionaire CEO. After multiple agonizing weeks, Tim brings his brother to the new shop that opened in his territory that sells incredibly good coffee for a concerningly low price... Danny is just working at his cafe on another average day when the door opens and in walks Tim and Him. A tall and built man with a white streak in his hair who's staring at Danny like he hung the stars in the sky.

The second their eyes locked,,, they felt whole. For the first time in years the yearning pain is no longer.

After meeting they realized a problem. It's genuinely agonizing being apart for more than a half an hour as their cores are finally healing from tearing themselves apart in their desperation to find their other half. This streamlines getting to know each other with the forced closeness. Tim helps Jason and takes over his patrols in Crime Alley as their cores mend. They found out that physical touch helps speed up the process greatly which meant the optimal way to speed up their cores healing was to sleep in the same bed.

During this time, both Danny and Jason's ghostly instincts are in overdrive. Danny and Jason both unknowingly are courting each other in a ghostly fashion and are unknowingly accepting the courting from each other, leading to an unintentional ghostly marriage (They aren't too freaked out about it when they figure out they're technically married according to Infinite Realms customs. It completes the mending of their cores after all.)

[some-bunniii]

Consoling Lucifer on Charlie’s first day of school

・❥ Charlie’s growing up, and Lucifer isn’t taking it well. Luckily, you’re there to keep the King of Hell standing on two feet.

x: just a short fic about a super soft lucifer who loves his daughter, i had some fun with this haha. reader is g/n and also has a parental role. no use of y/n.

~ 1.5k words

warning: tooth-rotting parental love

“Are you crying, Daddy?” The tiny apple-cheeked figure asked, her head tilted curiously up towards the almost identical-looking porcelain face standing a few feet away from her, his hand over his eyes as he rubbed at them feverishly. 

“No,” He lied, his lips curved into a tight-lipped smile as he bit back tears, “It’s just allergies, Apple Pie.”

Lucifer’s eyes trailed back onto the poofy red dress Charlie wore. The intricate, black lines and little hearts woven into its soft fabric made her even more adorable in the outfit. She also sported snow-white stockings, and a pair of sparkly red shoes that glinted in the light as Charlie smiled giddily, excited about the new adventure.

A small red bowtie was nestled into her hair, which was styled in a large braid that ended at the middle of her back. It swayed softly as the young girl bounced in place, becoming antsy by the second. 

You stood right beside him, smiling happily at Charlie as she looked up at the two of you. It was you who had gotten her ready, no doubt did you think she looked like a beautiful little princess. However, you were not expecting such an emotional reaction from your husband, Lucifer Morningstar, when you presented her outfit to him. 

It was Charlie’s first day of lessons, which means—in Lucifer’s opinion—she was finally leaving the nest. Except for the fact she was still considered just a youngling when it came to being Hellborn, and Charlie still needed her father to read her a story every night before bed. She still has trouble reaching items on the counter, and remembering all the letters of the alphabet. She was far from flying off on her own, she was still her father’s little duckling.

He was already nervous the days leading up to this morning, and you had watched him flip through baby book after baby book. Each contains hundreds of photos depicting from when Charlie was a newborn, and through last Sunday. 

Whenever Charlie so much and breathed cutely, Lucifer was pulling out that camera and saving it for the album. Especially when he got a hold of a yellow duck onesie? The man was a goner, and the bookshelf was beginning to fill with rows of binders filled with polaroids.

Yesterday, you had been in the process of cleaning out a closet of rarely used items, when you stumbled upon a pair of Charlie’s old baby boots. 

Lucifer had just walked into the room when his eyes landed on the tiny boots. They obviously wouldn’t fit the girl now, as she had grown out of them long ago. It definitely stirred something inside the fallen angel when his lip began to quiver from the doorway, and slowly walked over to you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He took the boots from your hands, his thumb brushing softly over the small velcro straps. Charlie was old enough to start wearing laces, and she needed his help getting tying her shoes less and less as the months went by. That thought made him collapse onto you, tears brimming his eyes. 

“She had such adorable little feet!” Lucifer wailed in your lap, as you soothingly petted his hair. There were multiple photos in his hands, all of baby Charlie, “Her toes just don’t look like little sausages anymore, it’s not as cute!”

“At least she’s not a hobbit,” you replied, brushing a stray tear from his face.

“I don’t even know what that means!” He had sobbed.

It wasn’t like she was going off to college or anything, yet the way Lucifer clutched her baby blanket in his free hand—which she only stopped sleeping with 2 days ago—made it seem like the girl was not coming back from a few hours of teachings. 

“I packed you some snacks. Apple slices, and some funnel cake. Eat the fruit first, it’s healthy for you. Want to grow up big and strong, don’t you?” 

“Uh-huh!” Charlie nodded with enthusiasm, smiling brightly.

“That’s my girl,” Lucifer choked back tears, nodding approvingly. 

“Honey, she’s going to be late, hurry up and say goodbye,” you prodded gently, smiling warmly with clasped hands. You had been silently on standby, this was a much more emotional moment for Lucifer than you, he needed the space and time with his munchkin.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he growled softly at himself, “look at me, all worked up over nothing. What a joke of a King.”

Lucifer lowered himself to one knee and reached out a hand, and Charlie walked forward returning the touch. Her tiny hands were engulfed in his palm as he curled his fingers tenderly around them. The fallen angel met his daughter's gaze, before taking a deep breath.

“I love you, Charlie.” 

“I love you too, Daddy,” Charlie laughed, before leaping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. Lucifer pulled her in, nuzzling into her hair as she squeezed him tightly. 

Even if Charlie grew apart from her father as she got older, you’d know she’d always be a daddy’s girl. It was Lucifer whom she invited for tea time among her stuffed animals, and it was he she asked to dance with when the radio’s soft melodies filled the lounge during the evenings as the three of you relaxed by the warm fireplace. 

It made your heart flutter with how similar the two were, and the way Lucifer fawned over Charlie like he’d never seen a more beautiful soul. 

“My best creation,” he had whispered with a smile one night, while the two of you were sitting on the balcony, the alcohol buzzing inside your mind as you held his hand from across the small table. Those words had made your love for him continue to grow, if that were even possible in the first place.

Lucifer and Charlie stayed locked in an embrace for a few moments on the floor before the girl released him, and Lucifer’s arms slowly lowered from her abdomen as she took a few steps back towards the door.

“Go on, now! Don’t let me keep you waiting, just remember to crush it.” Lucifer waved his daughter off, and she jumped with joy.

“Okay! Bye, Daddy!” Charlie giggled, her little red dress bouncing along with her toes as she quickly turned away towards the open door of her room. 

“Have fun, Charlie!” You called after her, as Lucifer slowly rose from his position near the floor.

“I will! Bye!” She replied, running down the hall, her little bag bouncing in her hands as she scampered away to…

…her private tutor’s small classroom at the end of the long hallway. The three of you had been wishing the girl farewell in her large bedroom inside the family manor, which meant Charlie’s teaching wasn't even outside of the home. 

That made Lucifer’s reaction even more humorous, but it was also incredibly sweet. The ruler of Hell, a nasty, bitter place, was a cinnamon roll behind the bad-boy act that he played so well in front of the rest of the realm.

When Lucifer stood straight again, you turned your head to face him. The sight before you caused you to clamp your lips shut tight, trying to suppress your laughter at Lucifer’s disheveled figure.

His hair looked messier than before he had said goodbye, and his face was soaked with tears. Lucifer’s lip quivered, and he quickly averted his gaze, slamming his hand over his face to contain his quiet sobs. The man was practically in shambles. 

“What’s wrong with me?” He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, “I can’t control my emotions when it comes to Charlie.”

“Sorry to break it to you, Your Highness, but you’re in love,” you cooed, shaking your head with a smile as Lucifer sniffled beside you. He pulled a hand-embroidered handkerchief from his waistcoat, dabbing underneath his eyes to clean the fresh tears. 

“Come on, Lou. How about I make you some pancakes for breakfast?” You said softly, lacing your fingers with his as you tugged him towards the opposite end of the hall. 

“Really?” He sniffled, looking at you with glistening eyes.

“Mhmm,” your hands lifted to cup his face, tenderly squishing those small red spots as you replied with a honeyed tone, “Heaven knows how the ‘Big Boss of Hell’ can be such a softy. Don’t worry, Charlie will be back by lunchtime, and maybe we’ll go on a picnic, hm?”

Your free hand went up toward the fallen angel’s head, and your nails softly grazed his scalp as you pulled his hair back into a more uniform appearance. After fussing with it for a moment, you leaned in and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

“A picnic sounds nice, I have no idea how you always have a remedy to everything,” He said softly as you pulled away, an adoring smile on his lips as you turned to tug him down the hall.

“Years of practice,” you laughed, as the two of you walked towards the large kitchen, passing loving glances between the other. 

At least, with Charlie away for a few hours, you and your husband could get some alone time together. God knows the poor man needed it. 

lucifer is just so soft for his little princess whether it’s beating the shit out of adam or playing tea party it makes me just 🤭🥴 like damn

hope you enjoyed the lil snack, have a great day! 🤍

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[sickofthistoxicshit]

Thanks for your response to that other anon about Tommy; you’re totally right. I also was intrigued, even liked him and Buck after their first kiss. But his closet comment and behavior on their first date, like he didn’t care that Buck has LITERALLY just figured out his bisexuality and that’s A LOT to process, his dismissive attitude towards Buck’s ideas and feelings (the bachelor party henley, the “enjoy it while it lasts” at the medal ceremony)….and then add in the way some fans have gone 0 to 100 on them so quickly, even calling them endgame, and likely at least in part JUST because it’s two men…it’s become such a turn off. I was neutral, even wanted to like them at first, but now am counting the days until it ends. And it’s not because I’m a BoB or would dislike any Buck LI that isn’t Eddie. And I don’t agree with anyone getting HATE (we can sideeye and judge people’s actions ($cameos$) But I think seeing Buck in a canon male/male relationship has caused some people to lose their damn minds. Ship and let ship! Stay in your sandbox, we’ll stay in ours!

LOL I am so removed from all the crowing bummies that I have to ask wth is BoB?

I actually went to look it up and found some interesting options, I am going with this one:

"Bob" is a generic and common name, and using it can be a way of avoiding formalities or creating a relaxed and approachable atmosphere

If you have the other meaning go ahead and tell me, like bummies I understand what benefits me in the moment😂

I kinda wish ppl will look up the meaning of "comphet" (I actually looked it up) that Ryan keeps bringing up in his interviews - that way ppl can stop saying crap things about him being the one to derail Eddie-T because he was supposedly against it. - Which is bullshit, Tim repeatedly said it was because the Natalia actress couldn't come back and M actress could. - Also, Originally T was supposed to be Lucy, she just couldn't come back so they took Lou in a pinch, so Obviously the endgame sure as shit wasn't the pilot.

And you're right, T's attitude was condescending at best, I was talking about it with a mutual the other day, and said that if they really had an interest to build BT properly, also by the time they came up with BT they knew they were being renewed for S8, they could have slowed into this. Actually make Buck's coming out story, a coming out story, not "So first date was a bust, how bout you come to my sister's wedding?" like who does that?

They could have started as friends with Lou being a gay guru, they could have had private dates until Buck was actually out to everyone and ready to be seen in public.

There could have been feelings involved that developed over time.

I gave the example of Tim-Ashley vs Nolan-Bailey from The Rookie, while Ashley was fairly kept to the background (btw she got more screen time than T, just saying) while Bailey was constantly and still being weaved into the story, intricated into Nolan's life, because he was meant to end up with her.

What ppl, who seem to have never watched good tv in their lives, don't seem to understand is that there is a way to write a story, and 911 not only screwed up spectacularly with Buck and Eddie's storylines, but they managed to make it clear from the get go that any LI to come along would be written just bad enough for it to be clear that they are not lasting.

Even furious, Eddie never walked away from Buck. Even when Buck was an asshole in 2x01, Eddie stood his ground and insisted they sort it through making it clear that they are on the same side, that he cares about him and wanting to be his friend. - His partner, a team.

Tommy, like all his predecessors, walked away as soon as something didn't fit his little comfort zone. Tommy walked away on that first date, he didn't contact Buck after that, Buck had to make contact and apologize for not being comfortable on his first date with a guy, like how messed up is that?

And Tommy's little acid retort in front of Eddie in the restaurant before that? From the side it's hilarious for someone who was never in that position. It was mean and uncalled for, but not exactly a surprise because T was never much of am understanding person, he was pretty much an ass from the get go in S2, only difference now is that he is out of the closet.

How did Athena put it when Michael first brought his new bf home after they got divorced? "If Michael had cheated on me with a woman, no one would have expected me to slap on a fake smile and welcome her into my home."

And that is exactly what the GA expects us to do, so what if Buck injured Eddie for attention? He's bi now.

So what if T was an ass and pretty much dismissive towards Buck and talks to him often in a bored way like one talks to a child? He's gay now.

A certain sexual preference does not excuse bad behavior. A person's behavior is supposed to be taken at face value, and not excused just because that person is now seeing someone who happens to be of the same gender.

Crappy behavior is just that - crappy behavior - equal accountability and all that.

I actually liked Taylor for Buck in S2, I think Lucy could have been perfect for him in S5, but the writers made sure to smear their characters in the eyes of the GA from the beginning, thus ending up with another failed relationship, while Buck's relationship with Eddie thrives from one episode to another for the last 7 seasons. One has to wonder about that even if they don't ship buddie.

Same pattern here with T. I was prepared to like him with Buck, I was prepared to see Buck making his way out of the closet with someone who would make him feel safe to do it, not kiss him unprepared under the pretense of coming originally on Eddie's behalf. Not that crap show that was that restaurant date. Not Buck apologizing after feeling insecure and exposed in public for the first time out of the closet and so many other things. - I'm getting the same vibes as Taylor looking through her phone in disinterest in 4x11 as Buck recites some google fact.

And you're right, the fans going from 0-200 after one kiss was just ridiculous, like chill people have you never seen two men kiss before?

I have, on screen and in RL, I grew up with lovely lgbtq+ friends from childhood, it's not all that. When my gay best friend dated someone who didn't treat him right, I told him to get rid of him. When my cousin's gf treated her like property and like she owes her something I urged her to find a better more nurturing person to be happy with.

Two men kissing is not endgame making, hell, from experience two men having sex (hot as it is) is not endgame making.

Love, passion, trust, security, fun, friends gatherings where they're cute and gross, can be made into a healthy endgame making relationship.

Buck and Tommy have physical attraction, they make for a steamy picture but nothing else.

And Lou, I am just... I don't know, I would have preferred not to find out the things he's done as cast of 911, I am just so disappointed.

I loved Lou, now it's just meh. Like he's trying to make as much money as he can before he finishes his way in the show is all kinds of wrong. Also very misleading to the ppl who are hanging on his every word. (And I don't think Oliver likes it either, he is pointedly ignoring any scene with T, not promoting anything that doesn't involve Eddie and Christopher or Buck's own development).

Even Ryan didn't know he was going to get shot until he got the 4x13 script, he was sure he was being killed off until he talked to whoever was showrunner at the time lol.

So Lou can't know he just talks out of his ass and make himself look bad in the process.

And I agree, ppl should be free to ship whoever they desire, but they are not entitled to force their desires upon others, I'm talking about both sides of the ships not just one. (Although I gotta say I've never got hate asks until a certain ship popped up this season. A lot of hateful - now blocked anons - that I refused to give stage to.)

These toxic battles are useless and made this season worse than it's writing.

All that's left is kick back and hope this season's last episode can salvage the poor and repetitive storylines we got this season, - I mean even Henren and Bathena got a replay of S4.

And don't even get me started of the fart shaped storyline Eddie got after switching last minute.

I'm tired lol

didn't mean for this to become this long monster, If you made it this far thank you, sending LOTS of love. ❤️

[autisticjoshrusso]

ok ok ok. a post about josh, buck, and maddie at dispatch as promised. (and because i dont feel like writing a whole separate post or repeating myself etc, if im pointing something out as evidence for my autistic josh headcanon, it'll be in parenthesis like this) also this is long because im going basically line by line in some places so just be prepared for that and such.

the first thing i wanna say before anything else is that like... as far as how this conversation fits into the larger narrative, i was fairly disappointed, due to the way that including this scene like this is kinda implying that the racism was fine because of being closeted etc. HOWEVER. luckily for my sanity it is pretty clear that from a character perspective, that's not at all what's being said by josh himself here, and we can be pretty certain that he is not aware of tommy's past behaviors. in fact he has almost no facts or context about the situation, which i'll get into later.

now that the disclaimer is out of the way, im gonna move onto character analysis and will not be touching on what i think the narrative might have meant etc. any further. like this is going to be purely talking about character dynamics and dissecting the dialogue etc.

we start out right away by skipping all the exposition right into a hard cut of maddie reacting to the news that tommy and abby were engaged. LOVE this set up we get right into the important part quickly and we as the audience only have to hear information that is new to us, not the information being repeated back to the character for whom the information is new.

and oh maddie. i love you so bad. she's like DAMN thats crazy, and then makes the obvious turning people gay joke. her energy here is sooo like it didn't make sense until looking at it in retrospect, but she's shocked and invested yet not taking it very seriously as a concern for buck, because well, she's having a baby and this is objectively not that serious comparatively <3 but i do love that she sees buck's reaction and quickly reins it in and is like woah im kidding im not actually being homophobic holy smokes. which. it kinda still is a little. but i think she's allowed <3

and then... josh enters the scene. he apparently only walked in as buck was saying "-kissed a boy" so of course he had to be like huh? gay shit? something gay? boys?? what's going on over here? and i love that for him. and i love that maddie immediately is like oh hi bestie i catch u up to speed on the tea <3 the maddiejosh bestieism is so back we never lose <3 and that fact that she's like. feeding in the facts in a way to dramatically amp up the tale i love it. she really said man the things my baby brother gets himself caught up in are wild.... anyway <3 true sibling behavior is finding the perfect balance between being supportive and being so so annoying <3

and she is supportive still. like when it becomes clear that there's something deeper going on here she does try to help him work through it. and its so interesting to me the way she is sort of seriously contemplating his words and is shocked when josh not only speaks up but is being very serious and equally focused on the problem at hand. it's like... she's trying so hard to figure out how to help her brother with something she doesn't fully understand that having someone else speak up to help them kind of shocks her and boy does that say something about their lives and the buckley sibling dynamic!

side note, the way josh is jokingly like "she didn't bring her personal life to work, unlike SOME people" and maddie's little look of mock offense?? they're so cute i cant handle it.

i also really love how the shots are framed during this conversation. at first, even when she's not talking and is just listening to josh talk, maddie is still in frame, we're still getting her reaction, she's an active participant in what's going on. and then there is the one shot where she's talking and josh is out of frame, hidden by buck, because whatever reaction he might be having isn't important, it's a buckley sibling moment. (he's not an active participant at that point; he's entirely observing and reacting and gathering information, not dictating the direction of the conversation whatsoever.)

it's only when josh gets very serious and it starts to turn into a heart to heart moment just between him and buck that maddie is allowed to leave the frame. it still goes back to her in very brief cuts when her reaction is relevant, but she steps back out of focus and let's josh handle the conversation. and i love that so much. thank GOD someone else is helping buck sort out his problems that isn't his parentified sister or just generally someone more marginalized than him. it was kind of getting irritating to watch, as much as i love buck so much. like dude... the emotional labor. watch it.

and man. this conversation guys. everything about it makes me an insane crazy person. ive already mentioned this in the tags of some other posts but like... its so fascinating because on the surface it is such a cohesive conversation, but when you really break it down and analyze both of their expressions and body language alongside what they're saying, you can start to see the cracks in it. what one of them is saying is not what the other one is hearing, in both directions. they are having two different conversations and i think it's critical to analyze both of those conversations and how they are interacting with each other. what josh says, what josh hears, what buck says, and what buck hears are four entirely separate things happening alongside each other.

the first part is josh trying to get a sense for how serious this relationship is to buck. when buck falters at the question of "do you love him?", he elaborates with follow-up questions that, to josh, define "love" or close enough to it. answering "yes" to those questions is close enough to a "yes" to the question of "do you love him?".

(which. ok. the particular choice of questions makes me insane because they do essentially boil down to "do you prefer this person to solitude and grant them an equal or greater importance to yourself?" which is sooo... it's said from the point of view of someone who greatly values their solitude and would not easily grant someone that level of importance.)

unfortunately, well, buck is NOT someone who greatly values his solitude, and puts other people before himself quite easily. buck would answer "yes" to those questions for basically anyone. josh does not know or understand this about buck and takes buck's answers at face value, while buck is taking this as sort of... it's hard to explain, and i think others have done a better job of capturing buck's perspective already tbh. he's convincing himself that he loves tommy here because josh is unknowingly handing him that information and expectation, and buck loves to mold himself to fit an expectation etc.

and then comes the second part, which... i think this is where it is most critical to realize that josh has none of the context about tommy, abby, and buck and those respective relationships. by his own admission, he didn't really know much about abby or about her breakup with tommy beyond the fact that it was upsetting. he didn't hear the way tommy talked about abby to buck at dinner, and he definitely didn't get to see any of the real fallout and damage to her psyche that tommy leaving her caused.

but buck did! im not inclined to rewatch s1 to get any exact quotes or anything but from what i remember, she either outright said or implied that she was so heartbroken because tommy left her because of her mother's illness. buck is understandably very upset because he understands exactly what she went through and how, unless abby was lying to not out him, he didn't exactly come clean with the breakup, and left her feeling like it was her fault, like there was something wrong with her or she was being weighed down by caring for her mother. he calls tommy's behavior exactly what it is: dishonest and cruel.

but josh doesn't know this. all he is hearing is a young, freshly out bisexual calling a gay man "dishonest and cruel" for having been engaged to a woman for his own protection. and he responds exactly how you'd expect! he reminds him of queer history and the fact that he doesn't really have a right to judge the people who grew up and had to survive in a world that was much less safe to come out in.

(and i said in my other post that's still doing numbers that "pre-Glee/post-Glee" is an actual queer discourse talking point and makes sense that it'd be used here, as awkward and cheesy as it seems, but it's also a win for my television/film/popular media/hollywood culture/etc. as a special interest headcanon. <3 we love to see it)

and it kills me because of course buck is just going to take this at face value and decide he needs to stop feeling the discomfort he's feeling, leading to the subsequent doubling down and over committing that is typical of his unhealthy relationship patterns.

(and then at the end of the speech josh has to literally announce that he's leaving DSJFHJKDSKJ. because walking away/ending conversations is so awkward and difficult and the easiest way to mitigate that is to lean into the Dramatic Homosexual Stereotype mask or whatever <3 i've long been of the opinion that josh is someone who uses the behaviors associated with queer men and queer masculinity as the blueprint for his neurotypical mask, which is why he often comes across as being just a little bit off from the Funny and Bitchy Gay vibes that it seems like he's going for. and boy did his exit from this scene just reinforce that headcanon so hard!)

they wrap the scene with a little bit more levity too which is kind of nice to like. move on from that. because it got kind of heavy there for a second.

overall i do like what this scene accomplished, but like i said at the start, i think it has some really unfortunate implications that weigh it down for me. still, always nice to get more josh content, especially when it's pretty consistent with his character as established AND not at all related to doing his job. we got to see him and maddie being goofy and maddie being allowed to let someone else deal with buck's problems for a second. and the whole thing was very well shot! excellent camera work going on throughout.

i don't actually know how to end this post so yknow. im gonna make a dramatic exit now or whatever <3

[visibleclosedeyes]

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I can't believe I forgot to upload this one...

Makima has one little secret. No, it has nothing to do with her being the Control Devil—well, maybe it has, just a little. A sweet little quirk she guards dearly and delicately from everybody else. She kind of liked unpredictability which, in essence, made no sense coming from someone like her. Frustrated it made her from time to time as she went out of her way to find out why.

Humans called it ‘Oppositional attraction’ or some sort, an attraction that pulls two entities of opposite qualities to come together. What an idiotic, romantic concept that is. Still, Humans are often proven right on theories—the romantic relationships between humans and devils DID happen in the past. Hm, I should hunt down those couples and question them about what they know about human-devil relationships — Makima ponders as her thumb and index finger touch her chin, a habit that the control devil does without realizing. It went pretty well so far considering all the differences they both held—they were worlds apart. Makima appreciates the quiet time that she shares with her lover when she has the time. Right now, she is struggling with one and only one thing—how to influence her lover in a HEALTHY way, without using her power.

         It already sounds hard since the beginning, but now every day Makima feels as if her nature and birthright have constantly reminded her of who she is every second she consumes. Not controlling her partner is so fucking hard, especially since she made easily avoidable mistakes. Makima wants to…just reach her significant other, look at her in the eyes, and just… tell her what to do but that would defeat the promise Makima has with her and Makima’s very own desire—to have someone equal right beside her. After she was done for the day, Makima retrieves her lover from the desk she is currently assigned to. 

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        She has not yet officially moved in with Makima. Both of you concluded that it would be best to take each step slowly. Makima, however, has demanded (although the red-headed would never admit that it was rather controlling–something she swore to not use on her again) that she spends time with Makima at least three times a week–excludes weekends. Tonight is one of those nights–it is only ten minutes past six in the evening and the looming tall figure with an eye-catching red lock in a braid. Wearing a signature long black overcoat on top of her usual uniform, she leans against the door frame. The worst and best feature of Makima is her eyes; a pair of bright and golden eyes–it is the worst because it never fails to give you a quiver down your spine while she stares directly at you, it is the eye that that controls devil ditch out order and manipulate people, but it also the best thing you have ever seen in a while–as it is the first pair of eyes that gazes back at her and give back something closet to love you have ever experience. Makima steps inside and everybody in the vicinity stops what they are doing, and walks away. Those who did not leave in fear whispered to each other and looked. 

       “Are you for the day now?” Makima, now in front of her lover's desk, questions as the woman in front of her shows no signs of packing her back anytime soon. Makima prioritizes work, she always does, but things have changed now that she is “in a relationship”. Without noticing, her lover has become one of the things she looks forward to spending her time with. It is rather an absurd thing to feel, especially as a devil. Her lover looks up to meet the honey-golden-eyed woman.

      “Yes, just…just give me a minute,”

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      You can tell when Makima is frustrated, takes one hell of a talent to know but you know it anyway. You lean against the window frame of her car gazing at the familiar moving scenery outside. Remembering the first time you arrived in Japan as an exchange student, out of sheer luck. She didn’t even want to be here, at that time she wished she was selected for some other place she would be culturally connected with like Thailand but you don't really get to choose now, don't you? Especially, when you were taking money from someone else for your education. You remembered semi-coerced into a Devil Hunter job when you had to pay back the tuition cost. 3 years have passed since she joined Public safety and met Makima, you would never have thought back then that you would end up dating her. The thought of that makes you laugh. Makima, who concentrates on driving, diverts her attention to you for a split second—her amber eyes reflect the light of the evening sun.

     “What are you laughing at?” Makima asks that question could probably kill someone instantly with fear but you know her better. It is light, and her voice has a hint of amusement and curiosity in it. 

     “ Nothing in particular,”

     “ Oh? Has stress rotted your brain already?”

     The woman rests her on the headrest, she diverges her from the window beside her to Makima who is driving and can’t reciprocate attention back.

     “ Maybe, We should do something this Friday night. Or…maybe on Saturday?” She suggests, Makima listens earnestly while focusing her gaze on the road. Actually, it’s more like she is using her brain to think of something as her eyebrows furrow a little. 

    “Hm, suggestions?” Makima says in a slightly defeated manner, but you can say in confidence that this is just an act. The red-haired devil can’t feel defeated or apologetic–it’s just not in her nature. Still, she DOES try for her, and for that at least she can say she is tremendously grateful for it. 

    “How about a movie date? Last time we went to a theme park and you don’t like it, right?

    “Well, you seem to know me plenty already…” Makima responds, but this time her voice seems to have no emotion front, just…void. Like back when she reveals to the girl that she is a devil. Yes, she is still a devil, and she has many things to learn but they both are ready to learn together. That’s all that matter…for now.

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Crazy thought: Eddie tells Buck it makes sense Tommy dumped him…

This came to me, because it’s said Eddie will have an unexpected reaction to the news, and I want it to be something new.

As in, Eddie isn’t exactly kind in his reaction, not because he is aiming to be hurtful, but because he’s just kicked off a self-discovery arc of his own. He’s being confronted with all the ways in which his own self-sacrificing has harmed him, so he’s “ultra enlightened” and leans a little too far into honesty.

I don’t even know if I’d call it too far, but he sort of over course corrects, and tells Buck they are similar in the way that they both put other people’s happiness above their own. Except he himself does it to punish himself, while Buck does it unknowingly.

I feel like that would be such good tension, without making their conflict revolve around Eddie figuring out his sexuality, as him being queer seems to be the path they’re taking. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I don’t want Eddie to have any inclination he’s queer. I want him to be so unaware that he’s queer, and so focused on finding joy in all the small things in his life, that he doesn’t even realize he’s coming out of the closet. I feel like that would be the most gradual and easy way for general audiences to catch on, while also making sense for Eddie as a character.

Eddie is so repressed and self-punishing that he doesn’t know what he’s sexually repressed. He just knows he’s locked something away for twenty years, and is finally doing the work to allow it back into the light. And part of that could be him becoming almost overly aware of what repression and emotional self-harm looks like. So he tells Buck, “You stayed with Tommy because he liked you, not because you liked him.”

That would force Buck to look inward and question how true that is, and if he’s done it before. So then their conflict would be the fact that Eddie is joyful and excited to see where his release of repression takes him, while Buck sort of spirals as he realizes he’s never took time to confront his own repressed trauma. It would also make it clear their repression stemmed from two different things, and is leading them down two different roads.

Eddie will be discovering the fact that it is okay to enjoy his life and let people in, and find comfort and happiness in himself no matter what that version of himself looks like, with all his mistakes and misunderstandings. While Buck would be discovering the fact that abandonment is inevitable. People don’t always stick around and often times leave without a reason, but that’s okay. It’s not his fault, and he doesn’t need to whittle his own happiness away in order to keep them near.

And that would ultimately bring them closer together, because Eddie will look at Buck as the one person outside of his son who brings him light and joy, and never causes him to feel undeserving. Whereas Buck starts to understand Eddie as one of the only people in his life who has not walked away, and in fact was pissed off when he couldn’t be near him.

And I think this would work on the general audience not feeling blindsided by queer Eddie, because it’s already been explain “how” a gay man (because I’ve been neutral here, but Eddie is very gay) could date, marry, have sex with, and father a child with women while still being gay. As well, it would put the focus on him being religious, and then thrust into a role of adulthood due to getting Shannon pregnant, thus he’s never actually explored his sexuality.

So Eddie not knowing he’s gay the same way the audience doesn’t know, would allow them to take the journey with him in the way we didn’t with Buck. Buck kissed a man was like, “Yeah, more of that.” Whereas Eddie’s journey would be like, “I’m repressed because I’m a former Catholic boy who became a dad at 18 and then got shot up in war.” So the audience would follow him as he tries out different forms of happiness, which would lead to him realizing Buck makes him happy, thus the realization that he likes Buck romantically. Which then sparks both Eddie and the audiences “Oh” moment as they realize his Catholic trauma caused teenage fatherhood which caused his military journey, because he’s been gay this whole time. Boom!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Original Characters Additional Tags: Animal Transformation, Case Fic, Season/Series 05, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, probably (i havent figured out the whole plot yet. so), putting the fox in fox mulder, (im turning him into a fox. for silly reasons), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: “Five people gone and not a single witness testimony, nor a shred of evidence, that suggests where they might be, who or what might have taken them, or if they were even taken at all. Any theories, Scully?” - Five people in a small rural town in Colorado have gone missing under mysterious circumstances within a week of each other. The local PD suspects a serial kidnapper, but Mulder believes that something more supernatural is at play. Mulder and Scully fly out to investigate, but it's not long before one of them befalls the same fate.

damn im posting a fanfic for the first time in ummmmmm like 4 years? hahaha anyway hi x files fandom

tagging @today-in-fic

“Animal transformations.” 

This is the phrase that greets Dr Dana Scully the second she walks through the door of the glorified storage closet in the basement of the Hoover Building that is the X-Files division of the FBI, on what would otherwise be an unassuming mid-June Monday morning.

“Run that by me again?”

“Animal transformations, Scully.” Says Mulder from beside the projector, and Scully knows from the excited look on his face and the dimmed lights in the room that she is in for one of his world-famous slideshow presentations. “Stories of humans turning into animals exist throughout history and transcend cultural borders. Dozens of stories in Greek myth of gods turning humans into animals, the Norse god Loki becoming wolves, horses, birds, the selkies of Celtic mythology which shed their seal-skins and become human. There’s also the Japanese Kitsune, powerful shapeshifting spirits which take the form of foxes! Not to mention the classic vampires turning into bats and men that become wolves in the light of the full moon.”

“Of course. Werewolves. How could I forget.”

“Precisely, Scully. Werewolves.” Mulder has a self-satisfied grin on his face, and he continues: “The phenomenon also appears in literature. I take it you’re familiar with the works of Shakespeare?”

“In A Midsummer Night’s Dream, when Bottom is turned into a donkey?”

“Right. And in Kafka’s Metamorphosis,” Mulder continues, flipping to a slide of an illustration depicting a giant insect lying on its back in a tiny bedroom, “when Gregor Samsa becomes a beetle because of the overwhelming stress from the demands of his employer and his family. Humanity is obsessed with shapeshifting, has been for millenia.”

“While it is endlessly enlightening to learn about the common threads that unite our species’ storytellers throughout time, Mulder,” Scully says in a flat voice with an exaggerated sigh, “what exactly is the point of all this?”

“The point, Scully,” He replies immediately, drawing out his pause for several moments for dramatic effect, “Is that tales of human-to-animal transformations exist all across the world, and have existed for just about as long as humans have. And these stories have to have started somewhere.”

Oh boy, here we go, Scully thinks. Couldn’t he have waited until I’d had some coffee? It’s barely 8 o’clock in the morning.

“Oh, Mulder, please, don’t tell me you’re suggesting-”

“Lightalley, Colorado is a small mountain town about two hours west of Denver by car. It’s known for picturesque views of the landscape, popular hiking trails, and, most recently,” he says, and flips one slide further to a missing persons poster, then another, and then three more, “several disappearances under mysterious circumstances.

“Freya Pennington, 33, was last seen eight days ago, on the 14th, in the backyard of her own home. Her fiancé, George, says she was there one moment and gone the next, and he reports hearing no sound to indicate that she was in distress even though he was in the kitchen facing the yard when she disappeared. Harley Williams, 27, is a recently qualified medical doctor. He lives alone, and his disappearance was only reported to the Lightalley Police Department when he didn’t show up to work at the local hospital on Tuesday. Edward Irwin, 49, and his daughter Ellie, 17, are tourists from New York who were last seen on Thursday leaving their hotel and heading in the direction of a hiking trail. Sydney McIntosh, 21, works at a bar and was last seen by her boss, Daniel Meyers, leaving her work at 1 o’clock on Friday morning at the end of her shift. Crime scene technicians have examined the locations of their last known sightings thoroughly and turned up nothing. No blood, no weapons, no DNA samples, not even the victims’ possessions. None of the victims have connections to one another, and none of the disappearances happened within two miles of each other.

“Five people gone and not a single witness testimony, nor a shred of evidence, that suggests where they might be, who or what might have taken them, or if they were even taken at all. Any theories, Scully?”

“Well, it could be that they left of their own volition, however this many people disappearing in this short a timespan makes that rather unlikely. Perhaps there is a serial kidnapper at work here, but given that the first victim’s partner was at the scene and didn’t see or hear anything, that could be discounted as well, or in the case of a kidnapper the first disappearance may be unrelated to the rest. I really couldn’t tell one way or the other without speaking to the local PD. But I’m guessing you had your own theory ready before I even walked in the door, didn’t you?”

“You know me, Scully, always prepared.” He replies, smiling. “While it is true that Lightalley PD’s forensics team didn’t find anything that suggested a struggle, indicating that kidnappings were unlikely, that doesn’t mean they didn’t find anything. At each location, there have been footprints leading away.”

“Footprints belonging to who?”

“Not who, Scully, what. Animal tracks, in every case leading away from the crime scene, but not towards it. As if they simply came into being right then and there.”

“Animal tracks.”

“Absolutely, Scully. Victim #1, a rabbit. Victim #2, an elk. Victims #3 and #4, coyotes, two sets of tracks alongside each other. And victim #5, some sort of large bird, perhaps a raven, which end a few yards away from the bar, implying takeoff.”

“Mulder, please don’t tell me you believe these people were somehow transformed into animals.” She says, halfheartedly glaring at him. When he responds with a shrug of his shoulders and a mischievous grin, she just lets out a resigned sigh. “Alright, what time do we leave?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” is Mulder’s reply as he hands her a plane ticket. “We leave at seven tonight. See you there, Scully.”

Scully’s just glad the packing means she gets the rest of the day off.

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Chapter Two: The little silver ring

Patrick Hocktetter X OC ( Delilah Huggins)

A/N: also don't know if You guys can tell but english isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes I am still in the process of learning this language!

Summary:

Patrick didn't know what she was, and He hated it. Delilah Huggins was something he couldn't figure out, He hated her. He hated the way she made his chest feel. Delilah didn't know a single thing about Patrick, nothing substantial at least. But she wanted to know him, everything about him.

Someone has to lose the game. The game that Patrick was very good at cheating at.

~~~

It’d been months now of this game with Patrick, and Delilah had just started to think that maybe he was becoming fond of her. With the way, he’d come over almost every night, and walk her to her classes. He’d begun to hold her hand in public, which at first had bothered her, she didn’t want people to think they were together when it was clear that Patrick didn’t really date, it was just something he wasn’t capable of. 

She’d made it very clear one night that she did date and if he wasn’t able to commit to something then he’d better stop where he was because she wasn’t going to do anything with him if he wasn’t serious. The way he looked at her, he was thinking something over in his head she knew that much. 

Instead of answering her he just smiled and went back to digging through her closet, what he was trying to find was beyond her. It was better than when she found him going through her underwear drawer. 

Everything had fallen into a nice little routine of cat and mouse when she saw them in the hallway together, Gretta leaned against her locker and Patrick was standing over her. Delilah didn’t know what they were talking about but the way Patrick eyed Gretta like she was something to eat made Delilah’s stomach turn. She stopped dead in her tracks. 

Just two days earlier she’d insisted to Reggie that they weren’t together, that she wasn’t interested in him that way. If that were the truth why did her chest hurt so bad at the sight of him with her? 

Her eyes began to water for a second, she wasn’t about to cry in the middle of the school hallway over some jackass like Patrick Hockstetter. Delilah shook her head and the hurt gently turned to anger. 

She’d been told a thousand times by so many different people, some who didn’t even really know her, that this is what he does. She debated about turning around and finding a different way to class but decided against it. 

Patrick after all wasn’t the only guy who was interested in her. 

Delilah held her head high as she walked right by the two of them, Gretta laughed at something he said. His gaze flicked away from the girl's face for a moment landing on Delilah’s form as she weaved her way through the hall, his eyes met hers as she walked by. The glacier-cold look she gave him made him stand up straight. 

He reached out to grab her arm but she pushed right past him. 

Gretta said something but he didn’t hear her as the two of them watched Delilah fade into the crowded hall. 

He tried later to catch her after her next class, but Reggie had been waiting there already. Patrick sneered at her cousin as he sulked away, god he hated feeling this way. He didn’t even know what he felt, the way his heart got all screwed up around her made him want to punch something or someone. 

She made him violent, more so than usual. 

The rest of the day all he could think about was her face in the hallway. 

Patrick didn’t know what she was, and He hated her for it. It was her fault he was like this, he didn’t care about anything before he’d seen her get out of Belch’s crusted Trans AM that day. He didn’t really care about her anyway, that’s what he kept saying when he snuck into her window. When he’d hold her hand in the halls when he’d carry her shit just because. 

She was loud and talked a lot, she fought with Henry way too much causing a scene anytime they saw each other. She was mean, and the way she looked at him like she didn’t know if he was real made him ich. 

For as headstrong as she was, she was also such a pushover. Patrick never asked to touch her he just did, he never asked to come over because he knew she’d be waiting with her window unlocked. For all the shit she gave the other guys about their behavior she never said a word to him. 

That very night was the first time he’d never been able to push her window open. She’d locked it. He sat there in the tree just outside of it for a long moment, his hands still trying to pry the thing open. He couldn’t even see in, her thick grey curtains were closed so tight he wasn’t even sure her lamp was still on. 

His grip tightened on the wood his knuckles went white. 

Patrick banged his fist on the glass for a second or two, his anger getting the better of him. 

How could she lock her fucking window? How could she close her curtains, this wasn’t fair. He hopped down from the tree landing in the Huggins's front yard, He looked back up at her window for a moment before he slinked off into the Derry woods to haunt them instead. 

Delilah sat on her bed watching her window, or the curtains that hung in front of her window, she waited and waited. Her clock ticked away and then she heard it, heard him. He pulled on her window for a few until he finally got her message. She’d pissed him off, he hit her window so hard she thought it’d break for a moment. 

Then it was quiet. 

Her bedroom door opened slowly, she turned to see Reggie standing there. He wore his plaid pajamas having just finished getting ready for bed. She nodded her head and he entered her room closing the door behind him so they didn’t wake his mom who slept just down the hall from the two of them. 

“I’m sorry.” He sat on the end of her bed, picking up the old stuffed elephant she had into his lap, “ He’s such an idiot.” 

“ yeah, I mean I told him what he didn’t wanna hear so what else could you expect.” She shrugged pulling at the threads in her blanket. Reggie was quiet for a moment. 

“ I told the guys I’m not gonna hang around much anymore if he’s around, Henry said he didn’t even know why he hung with us anyways, so it seems like they’re cool if we ditch him.” He was quiet when he said this. The peace offering hung in the air for a moment. 

Delilah laughed. 

“ Nice to know Henry likes me more than Patrick.” Her giggles made Reggie start up. 

“ I wouldn’t say he likes you but you don’t stick dead animals in his locker.” 

Delilah's face screwed up in disgust. Her clock read a solid ten thirty. 

“ Thanks, Reg, for not telling me ‘I told you so’, even though I totally deserve it.” 

“ No, don’t blame yourself Dee. This is what he does, he picks someone to torment till he gets bored. I’m just sorry it was you.” 

“ Yeah. Me too.” 

~~~

Leaving her math class the next day she scanned the halls before she stepped out into the crowd, she knew Patrick would be lurking around somewhere, probably still angry at her for last night. Once she made sure he wasn’t around she made her way down the halls sorting through her stack of homework. It had been nice and quiet all day without him following her everywhere. She’d even had a nice conversation with a guy named Conner, he apparently sat behind her in biology. 

Delilah smiled at the thought when a cold hand grabbed her arm yanking her into a classroom, she heard the door slam behind her. Her head and back hit the wooden door with so much force it knocked all the air out of her lungs, her eyes closed against her will. She shook her head trying to shake the fuzziness away as she opened her eyes. 

Patrick was all she could see when she opened her eyes, his nose brushed hers, his breathing was fast and ragged. She struggled against his hold for a moment, but his grip was tight bruising even. 

“ You can’t do that.” He hissed. He was still angry, flaming even. He was trying to hold it together and was doing such a poor job of it. 

“ Let go of me!” Delilah responded with the same venom, he couldn’t order her around when there wasn’t anything between them when he was flirting with Gretta yesterday. 

Patrick said nothing for a second, he didn’t move his head either, if anything he got closer. 

“ You can’t lock your window.” 

“ Why? Huh does it bother you that much, does it bother you that I don’t give a shit.” She rolled her eyes and his grip tightened. She squealed a little and his eyes narrowed. “ You can’t be mad at me Patrick, we aren’t anything, not even friends.” She whispered. 

She couldn’t get out of this until he decided to let her go. They both knew that and Patrick had all day. 

“ Don’t act like seeing me with her yesterday didn’t bother you, you’re a shit liar. You can’t act like such a bitch any time I do something you don’t like, next time take your cousins word.” His words hit her in the chest, anger bubbled up to the surface and before she could catch herself her hand had already hit his skin and left again. The sound seemed to echo in the empty room. 

He seemed more surprised than she was, his brown eyes were wide his mouth open just a little. His pale skin was already pink where she’d hit him. Neither of them moved for a long time. In his surprise, he’d let go of her and she took the opportunity to run. The classroom door was left open behind her. 

~~~ 

At the end of the day she was greeted by yells as she made her way down the front steps of the school. She recognized Reggie’s voice immediately, and sometimes Vic’s. 

Racing down the steps She stopped cold a few feet from the Trans AM. 

Reggie and Patrick were on the concrete of the parking lot, Both were bleeding and showing no signs of stopping. Henry cheered them on from the hood of Reggie’s car, Vic watched with a panicked look on his face trying to tell them both to stop before someone got killed. 

There were a few kids watching but many hurried on by, not wanting to get caught up in the Bowers gang business, if two of them were fighting it was best not to get caught watching. 

“ Delilah thank god.” Vic finally saw her standing there, her eyes didn’t leave the blood splattered on the pavement. Henry let out a whoop as Patrick landed a good blow. 

“ You have to help me stop them!” Vic pleaded, She couldn’t look away from the mess in front of her. Vic grabbed her arm in the same place Patrick had, she felt the pain but didn’t move. There were voices yelling behind her as a rush of teachers and the principal came out of the from the school. 

Once The two were pried apart, they took a look around them as if they had forgotten where they were. 

Reggie looked terrible, his lip was bleeding and he had a cut on his forehead, possibly a black eye and that was just what she could see. The gym teacher spoke harshly to him something Delilah couldn’t hear, Reggie stood calmly now that he was away from Patrick he spoke in a pained whisper. He couldn’t look her in the eyes. 

Patrick on the other hand couldn’t stop looking at her. Everyone gave him space as they spoke to him, his nose was bleeding into his mouth and his face was definitely gonna be all blue later, his knuckles were split making his hands bloody. He wasn’t listening to a word of what they were saying. He seemed bored now, they’d spoiled his fun. 

It took a while before they were able to leave, Delilah stood by the Trans Am with Vic, Henry had left a long time ago muttering something about getting home before dinner. Delilah hadn’t said a word since they’d taken Reggie and Patrick back into the school building. 

“ I just want you to know Reggie tried talking to him before any punches were thrown.” Vic tried his best to comfort her. “If you can believe it Patrick threw the first one, just swung outta nowhere. Hadn’t even said anything.” 

Delilah closed her eyes. 

~~~

It was late, everyone in the Huggins house had gone to bed hours ago, Delilah lay awake in her bed, looking at her ceiling but not really seeing anything. She couldn’t seem to sleep at all, throwing her covers off she got up slowly, creeping her way out of her room and downstairs. 

Staring into the fridge she pulled the blanket she’d brought with her tighter around her shoulders. 

With her snack in hand, she went to head back up the stairs when something in the backyard moved. Delilah stopped and looked out the glass doors, she could hardly see anything but she knew she saw something move. She moved closer. 

There was a figure standing in their backyard just watching the sky, She was terrified until she saw something she recognized. 

Their hand clenching and unclenching, it was something Patrick did. 

Delilah slid the back door open as quietly as possible, she stepped out onto the concrete porch. It was cold under her bare feet. 

“ Patrick?” She whispered, “Patrick what the hell are you doing?” 

God she really hoped this was actually Patrick, if it wasn’t she was screwed. 

He turned around slowly, His bruises were slowly blooming on his face, his nose had a bandage over the bridge. His hands remained the way they were, only now they were crusted over. She took a small step closer, she couldn’t go very far before she ran out of porch. He didn’t move. He was still watching the sky. 

She looked up for a moment, it was cloudy, meaning it’d be raining tomorrow morning. 

“ Delilah.” He rasped, She looked back at him, his brown eyes had something soft in them in this moment. She wasn’t sure what it was. 

Her favourite feature of his had to be his eyes. They were cold and distant, but pretty nonetheless. This was the first time she’d seen them soft and maybe even a little sad. 

“ What are you doing here?” She shook her head, after this afternoon this was the last place she thought he’d come. He crept towards her, slowly. He must have been medicated, Vic had called her earlier saying something about Reggie cracking his rib. Patrick didn’t stop until the toe of his boots touched her bare toes, he reached out like he had never touched her before and gently grabbed a lock of her hair. 

She didn’t move whether out of fear or awe, she didn’t know. 

“ I wanted to see you, but-” He trailed off like he forgot what he was saying. 

“ But?” 

“ But your window.” He let go of her hair and rested his hand on her neck, his grip was gentle, and his skin was warm like he had a fever. “ Your window was locked.” He muttered more to himself than her. 

She smiled, he hadn’t bothered to check her window, because it wasn’t locked she’d flipped the latches when she had gotten home from school. 

“ I wanted to see you.” He repeated looking back at her like he remembered she was there, “ I had to see you Delilah, and it makes me mad.” 

“ Why does it make you mad?”’ 

He shook his head now, even drugged up Patrick wasn’t one to share valuable information. 

“ Because I don’t know what you are.” He said it like it was the most important thing in the world. 

“Maybe I’m not anything Pat hm? Maybe I’m not anything.” 

His face screwed up into a frown, he didn’t like that answer, because it was wrong. He looked around the yard again, taking in all the flowers her aunt had insisted they plant for the summer. He took in the old playset she refused to get rid of even though Reggie and Delilah were clearly to big for it now, she claimed it was sentimental and then complained that Reggie could never really mow the grass under it. 

“ You don’t understand. Delilah you’re everything.” He looked back up at the sky, “ I don’t like that you’re everything.” 

She didn’t know what to say to that, his hand clenched and unclenched again and again. If he had his lighter he’d be flicking it right now. Then she realized that he probably wouldn’t remember all of this tomorrow. 

Delilah took a step back, his hand fell from her neck and hung at his side. 

“ Go home, Patrick.” She smiled softly at him, he cocked his head almost like he didn’t understand.

“ No.” 

“ Yes, I have to go to bed and you need to go home before anyone else sees you standing out here, they’ll call the cops.” She knew reasoning with him was insane she still did anyway. 

Delilah turned and went inside he followed for just a few steps before she shut the glass door locking it behind her. He stood and watched as she went back upstairs. 

Patrick closed his eyes, the world around him was buzzing, it was so bright and he didn’t like the feeling. 

~~~

The next morning Delilah scanned the parking lot for him, she figured he wouldn’t be here but because of what happened last night she couldn’t help but hope just a little bit. She waved goodbye to the boys as she went her separate way, she heard whispers around her. They were still talking about the fight from yesterday. 

Some making up wild rumors about what happened others changed the story altogether, She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

Delilah spent the entire day looking for him, even if it was just a glimpse. The look Gretta gave her in math told her all she needed to know. He hadn’t shown up this morning, and she couldn't blame him. He knew he’d just get into more trouble. 

~~~

Patrick knew she was asleep, it was way later in the night than usual. Still he slid her window open slowly, he smiled a little when he realized she’d left it unlocked again. This time though he closed it behind him, He’d gone out for a walk and his feet had taken him here, unmedicated this time. 

He remembers part of last night but it was mostly a blur, he had tossed the rest of the pain meds into the quarry this afternoon. 

He stood in front of her window at the end of her bed for a moment looking around her dark room, Patrick didn’t know what he wanted. But he’d wanted to be here. She wasn’t even awake, so half the fun was gone. 

Something shiny caught his eyes on her vanity across the room, he crept his way over as quietly as possible stepping over everything she had on her floor. The little silver ring with the pink butterfly-shaped gem sat there on the white wood. Patrick had seen her wear it everywhere, he looked at it like it might bite him. She moved in her bed as he was stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans. 

“Hello?” She sat up a little rubbing the sleep from her tired eyes, Patrick didn’t move. When she was just a little more awake she seemed to process who it was in her room, She reached to turn her lamp on. 

“ Don’t.” He spoke quietly, she clicked it on anyway as she sat up fully now. 

“What the fuck?” She shook her head. 

“ Turn it off.” He moved back over to the window. 

“ You can’t just come in here when I’m asleep Patrick, what is wrong with you?” She hissed not listening to a word he said, He kicked one of her shoes out of the way it made a dull thud as it hit her closet door. Finally he got fed up and went to turn the light off himself, Once in the dark again he stayed standing by her bedside. 

She was looking up at him like she still couldn’t believe he was here. 

“Pat-” He cut her off with a loud sigh, 

“ Delilah, please.” She was unsure of what to say, he never said please, to anyone for anything. He sat on her bed as close to her as he could get, his back was to her. 

“ Okay.” She whispered, She watched him for a few minutes just letting him be. “ Listen if you’re gonna be here you might as well get some sleep.” She poked his spine gently, while he had no problem touching her however he wanted, she wasn’t ever sure he would be okay with her touching him, and it wasn’t something she usually wanted to press him on either. 

She waited for a reply when she didn’t get one she continued, “ Take your shoes off, and let’s go to sleep.” An invitation. 

He turned his head in her direction just a little bit before he slowly reached down to unlace his heavy black boots, he kicked them off and laid down on the bed next to her, he didn’t get under her blankets. If she was being honest it was like sleeping next to a corpse, he didn’t move a muscle. 

“ You have to leave before the morning.” She told him firmly, Reggie seeing him here was the last thing she wanted, hell her aunt seeing a strange boy who’d beat the crap out of her son the day before eating breakfast at her table was something she didn’t wanna deal with. 

His hand twitched on his chest when she turned on her side to face him. 

She was warm next to him, Patrick wasn’t sure if he liked this. This feeling, he was comfortable and yet so uncomfortable. He hardly ever slept, but for the first time in a while he felt his eyes struggling to stay open, he couldn’t seem to make his head turn to look at her. He hardly ever struggled so it was frustrating. 

His mind was stuck on the feeling of her touching his back, it was just for a second, barely anything but it’s like she’d set him on fire. He could feel it even now. She’d never done anything like it before, never reached out like that towards him, Her hands always stayed away. He’d never been one for people touching him, sure he would grab them all the time but it was different, there was a difference. 

Delilah was almost asleep again when he spoke. 

“ Do it again, that thing.” His eyes flicked her way for a second before gazing back at her ceiling, at the posters above them. Her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Do what?” She whispered in the dark. 

“ Touch me.” 

His answer was so simple yet it took her breath away, he looked like he was in pain when he said it, but Patrick wasn’t one to ask for something he didn’t really want. She didn’t move for a moment wondering if this was a trick or something, it was a possibility. Anything was possible in these moments, in the darkness. 

Delilah moved as slowly as she could giving him time to either move or change his mind, with a slightly shaking hand she took one of his hands off his chest and held it gently in hers, his skin was cold through his black shirt, his hand was soft. He was tense like a cornered animal, but he didn’t pull away or yell at her. He was trying not to freak out. 

“ I can let go.” She offered, loosening her already lax grip, His hand tightened holding onto her now. 

“ Shut up.” He rasped, “ Just shut up.” Delilah nodded and laid her head back on her pillow, He was still as stiff as a corpse next to her but the way he held her hand was something else, something she didn’t want to really think about too hard. 

So she closed her eyes and just breathed him in. 

Patrick waited until she was asleep to turn his head, his nose brushed hers just slightly. Their hands were heavy on his chest, he could hear every creak and shudder of the house, he could hear the bugs outside. He decided that he wasn’t gonna leave, even though she told him to that just made him want to lay here longer. 

Patrick closed his eyes and focused on the sound of her breathing and the feeling of her hand in his. 

~~~

Patrick was sitting on the end of her bed, his shoes already back on his feet. He watched her race around her room getting ready for school, she’d already had to yell at him for trying to follow her into the bathroom when she went to shower. 

Her hair was wet a dripping onto the back of the shirt she’d picked out for today, she carried her brush with her as she scanned her room for something.

“ Have you seen my ring?” She asked brushing one section of her hair at a time, he felt the weight of the little silver ring in his pocket. 

“ Nope.” 

“ Liar.” 

“ Didn’t even know you had a silver ring Babe.” Patrick smiled kicking a stray sock on the floor, he’d dug through everything she had on her floor when she showered this morning. 

“ Yes you did Patrick, you pointed it out once.” She hissed slipping a jacket on her shoulders, She then turned to look at him. 

When he didn’t move she went to her window to pull it open, “ Out with you.” She gestured for him to leave. He laid back on her bed, hands behind his head. 

“I'm starving what’s for breakfast.” 

“ Patrick.” 

He stood up and she relaxed a little only for her shoulders to tense right back up when he made his way to her white bedroom door. 

“ You can’t go out there.” She scrambled to get between him and the door, his grip on the handle tightened when she gently grabbed his wrist. “ Reggie will kill you.” 

“ I hope it’s something sweet.” He hummed twisting the knob. 

He stepped out into the hallway to come face to face with Reggie, whos eyes bounced from his cousin to the very unwelcome guest. 

[itsgirlcraft]

Small collection of goofy ahh dreams I've had

Weird dream 7/5/23: Someone referred to the Steves as fruits. Time Steve quick-changed into jeans. I had colorful balls in my backpack, which seemed to turn into Steves (ie Red Steve).

Weird dream 10/15/23: Steve themed Barbies/Kens

Weird dream 8/13/23: watching Twisted Rainbow on late night tv, it's echoing across my dark, silent house. The TV and my phone start glitching, and I can't pause. Loud..Elite suddenly can hear me. He appears, and I have to hide him in my closet

The funniest:

Weird dream 10/3/23: Plastic piss legs being sold at a grocery store. "This has been generously donated by over 1,000 anonymous donors"

Weird dream 10/1/23: Gargoyle (?)/beast master gal, werewolf wheelchair, apocalypse. Elemental (movie) Ember/Wade, MLP, Fluttershy/Applejack/Sunset Shimmer, Jesus (what), Saga/Quest, others (ocs), TOH Hunter at the mall.

And the board game/TR and RQ crossover au one:

Weird Dream 8/19/23: Dream 1, Board gqme Steve Saga roll dice pick clothes make up own story. Dream 2 tr shadow in rq, turn into diff char like Faceless, maybe Elemental first but he forget then becomes time but have to pretend bc Sabre there, they find Elemental dead. Sabre leave Shadow to mourn, shadow take off time's mask and starts loudly worrying abt situation, Sabre hear and discover shadow. Shadow/Sabre find time in time dimension in unknown machine, time worrying more abt Elemental dead than shadow situation. Shadow put into machine after give time clothes back, all go to sleep, shadow wake up in lights body, pretend for guards until can ask where Sabre. Guards don't know, shadow tp time dimension, all freak out again (Sabre yell at shadow for doing it on purpose, shadow deny close to tears, admit he almost scream when see he was light). Sabre decide shadow can't be out of sight at any time, shadow agree, shadow realize don't know how to "take off" light, light body stuck to him, panic. Find light in sewers/prison of rw kingdom, even madder at shadow than Sabre, shadow want to hide, bandanna finally appear, edge of ears/hands turn shadow again. Shadow still stuck as light but give back clothes/accessories/armor/etc.

Andddd finally... Weird dream 6/26/22 Girl posse vs Steves! Ft some artistic interpretations!

Anyway it started out with me in a relatively small room alone, watching a video on a TV that showcased some sort of Steve-related thing, like an AU or something? I thought it was just a silly little video until I ended up in a bigger room with 6 other girls, at this table. We each had a sheet of paper, and we had to figure out which of 8 boxes was the correct one. We all agreed eventually on the top left. We were also required to draw something in the other boxes. The two girls next to me saw my cool art of RQ and SS and tried to draw that too.

However, then the girl to my left looked at me with fear. A loud noise came from the front door. She asked me loudly, over the noise, if I thought we could summon a hero and not just get info but that their presence would eliminate the enemy outside. I couldn't understand what she was saying, so I just said I didn't know. I was busy thinking about if the hero in question was Sabre, and somehow knew the entity outside was Dread Steve. I also was considering the strange video from earlier, didn't it mention something about the heroines being able to temporarily summon a hero to gain knowledge?

Later on, we escape from the building but as I leave I have visions of a dark-haired boy, bleeding from several wounds. A girl sitting on the floor begs him not to go, saying he was dying. He looks at her with a sad smile, kneeling down. He says he has to go save the world, and he kisses her on the forehead before walking away. The girl is teary-eyed, knowing he won't last another day. I choose to ignore the vision and that's when I hear a bunch of lightning as some of the girls run back in, frightened.

I'm not super freaked out though, as if I expected this to happen. After the lightning is done, we cautiously go back outside. The outside area has concrete ground and these sturdy crates stacked up in neat piles all over the place, the piles are at least 6 or 8 feet high. I spot a concerning scene: the girl in red and the girl in blue were laying out on the concrete, Blue being soaking wet and Red having dried blood splattered beneath them. Both looked unconscious.

The girl in green ran to Red, picking her up slightly to see where the wound was and how bad it was. Blue woke up confused by the fact that she was soaking wet. Also the blood looked like this

Yeah, somehow I feel like Red was not the only one who bled there. Anyway after Blue wakes up and Green is handling Red's injury I hear one of the girls shout, "the hero!" I race over to see the other girls looking at this white thing with ribbons attached to it like this:

(It was a mushroom-shaped plastic white object, with little "teeth" lines on the inside)

For whatever reason, we all knew this had something to do with the lightning and somehow they all thought this thing implied that the hero disappeared before we could see them. One girl said "we're too late" with a defeated look on her face. This was the point when I opened my eyes, realized it was past 4 am, and decided to try going to bed and seeing how things go. I took control of the dream, as I no longer was able to actually dream. I decided I was Indigo.

I knelt down, seeing the object up close. I uttered "Light.." under my breath with a sudden realization widening my eyes. I stood up and told everyone to spread out, certain that he was still there. I went straight to a nearby building just beyond some crates, where I discovered Light Steve, except he looked...different somehow. I realize that RQ and SS Light must have merged, and they were having trouble figuring out how to coexist. I go in, trying to calm Light down and calmly explain that I was the same species as Sabre. Light grew more trusting of me knowing that I somehow was aware of or knew Sabre. I convince him to come out and meet the others. He awkwardly waves to them after running over when I shouted out that I had found him.

But then another round of lightning strikes. I immediately go into fight-or-flight, as the sudden loud noise causes sensory overload. Afterwards, I realize that not everyone was with us. Violet and Orange were nowhere to be seen. I get up and immediately start towards where the lightning struck, worriedly asking where they were.

I ask Light to follow me and the others to stay. I climb up a stack of crates and see Dark Steve, except just like Light he was both RQ and SS Dark. I push down my fear, walking right up to him. I speak his name, and he turns toward me with an intimidating look on his face. Except I notice RQ Dark is freaking out while SS is angry and trying to fight himself. I manage to befriend RQ Dark, but SS Dark makes it difficult. Eventually SS completely loses it and lobs a fireball in my direction. I manage to avoid it, and quickly tell both Light and Dark that they should be able to unmerge manually.

Light does so as RQ Dark overpowers SS Dark, the Steves unmerging right before my eyes. RQ Dark is pushed to the floor as SS Dark runs off a bit, preparing to summon lava. I quickly explain that RQ Dark is kind and that the 3 of them will need to work together to stop SS Dark. They hesitate, as RQ Light and RQ Dark are archenemies. But after I run off to avoid the lava, they quickly agree to team up. I watch as the three fly up with SS Dark, preparing to fight.

I shout a few words of encouragement before spotting the girl in violet and the girl in orange behind a bunch of crates. I run over, confirming that neither were hurt. I explain that the two white entities are on our side, and that the dark figure with a missing eye is on our side too. I watch the fight for a moment, noticing snow building up on the ground. Snowballs, of course! I instruct the girls to follow me back to the others, and we manage to sneak out without being caught.

I give a quick recap of what happened and that we could help the fight by throwing snowballs at "the punk-looking dark entity making lava." Green tells Red to stay behind, as she wasn't in a bad place but her head was scraped up so it was for the best. As we made our way towards the battle, I explained that there were two dark entities and only one was currently evil. Yellow questions why, but we get there before I can answer her. We grab handfuls of snow, and I showed who was the evil one by hitting SS Dark in the head. I also run, showing how to avoid getting burned by him with Sabre's good ol' "run as fast as you can while the evil guy destroys the ground around you" strategy. As Dark turned towards me, RQ Light threw a fireball at his chest while he was distracted. Dark returned to fighting, and the girls and I slow/distract Dark with snowballs.

[amloveabledeathmo]

A Stranger Things Steve Harrington Eddie Munson fic summary for an idea I will probably never have the energy to write.

So to start off it's a few years down the line and Eddie is touring with Corroded Coffin and Robin is getting a degree in something cool and Steve has dabbled with college but didn't really find it to be to his liking. He thinks about what makes him happy and it's of course Eddie and Robbin and the kids. Since his parents are the ones with money he decides to talk to them about his big idea. He wants to buy Hawkins high school (idk why it's not being used, maybe they built a new one) that he went to and convert it into a large house where he can become a full time foster parent.

Surprisingly his parents are more than happy to bankroll this project since they have been looking for ways to help the family name with volunteer work but neither of them were interested so this way they can say they are helping children in need and that their son gave up everything to be the best foster parent he could.

Steve is excited and tells Eddie and Robin. Eddie is on tour so can't do much but Robin starts helping all the time. Her and Steve pick out rooms for themselves and then design every classroom into a bedroom complete with walk in closet and bathroom. Each room has a queen bed, a desk with a good chair, beanbags. They figure it's best to keep things simple where the kids can easily decorate the rooms to their liking.

Robin gets given four tomato starts out of a red wagon on her way home one day which starts her on a gardening adventure. They are able to plan out an amazing garden and playground.

Steve's parents are in town and decide to take Steve to the mall to shop for some bedding/accessories for the house (and get photos for their bragging networking).

Eddie finds out about the mall plans from Steve and drives straight to the mall to meet him at the food court. He's just off a tour but wanted to see Steve who is so excited that Eddie put him above sleep. When Steve sees his parents he asks if Eddie wants to hang out with them but Eddie is way to tired so declines. They both stand up and give each other a good hug, arms wrapped around the other with their noses tucked into the others neck. Eddie leaves.

When Steve is shopping with his parents they start asking about his friend. Steve doesn't really elaborate too much as he is occupied on picking the best most fun things out he can.

His parents ask him to dinner the next night and tell him they wouldn't mind if he wanted to bring someone else. Steve is oblivious. At dinner his parents ask increasingly less subtle questions before finally just asking why Steve had never told them or introduced them to his girlfriend. Steve gets defensive about Robin and they're like no we know she's gay, your girlfriend from the mall.

Steve is flabbergasted. His dad starts asking if it's because his girlfriend dresses too alternative or looks too masculine and thought that they wouldn't approve. Steve doesn't know how to explain.

He ends up telling Eddie all about it and Eddie agrees to a harebrained scheme of playing Steve's girlfriend. Shenanigans ensue, including two oh shit I'm attracted to my male best friend crisis's. They end up kissing somehow, Steve confesses that Eddie is a guy not a girl and his parents are like yay now our selfless son is also gay which gives us another in to certain society members and events.

Eddie and Steve foster many kids, and adopt some. Eddie gets to be a famous rock star and Robin lives at the house with them and her eventual partner so the kids end up with four parents. All around a good time.

@steddiehyperfixation I had this idea and was hoping you'd have thoughts on it lol.

[nebulousgaythoughts]

OK I absolutely adore Stede as a character, but I'm disappointed with how they handled him in season 2.

Achieving fame and respect as a pirate was his main goal throughout the whole show, and once he got there by murdering Ned, it's painfully obvious he regrets it (or at least feels badly about it). And then he chooses to have sex with Ed instead of talking about it, going against his whole motto in season 1--talk it through as a crew. It makes sense, it's much easier to avoid hard feelings, but they didn't even talk about it the morning after.

Instead, Stede doubles down and gets drunk at Spanish Jackie's and lights a man on fire as a joke. We never see how this affects Stede. He murdered Ned and lit a dude on fire and it's just...not addressed? And then he finds Ed (who doesnt know that Stede LIT A MAN ON FIRE), and they break up again. He literally calls Ed a coward. Which like, true! Ed has commitment issues like a bitch, but like are you really not going to run after him?

Like damn, Anne and Mary were right. They don't know how to love without hurting. They are fucking 14 year old boys. Just imagine this:

"I think Anne and Mary were right," Ed mutters.

"What?"

"Anne and Mary were right. We don't know how to love each other, Stede."

Stede takes Ed's hand.

"Then let's figure it out."

But instead, the next time they see each other, Ed says he loves Stede, and he's sorry for being a dick. And Stede says life's a dick. I think with the constraints on season 2, this was a pretty good concise way to tie that issue up. But there's still so much that's going unsaid.

Ed didn't leave to become a fisherman. He left so he wouldn't be hurt by Stede leaving again. He left because Stede killed a man, and he can't become a better person if Stede is fucking killing people.

And Stede didn't kill people because he's a killer at heart. He killed because all he wanted was to be respected. To be a man. From childhood, he was taught that violence was synonymous with masculinity. But in his heart, he liked picking flowers and walking in nature and rowing out onto the lake.

That's who Stede is. He's gentle. And I'm kind of heartbroken that that part of his character is gone.

He doesn't need to be sexy, dominant, violent, masculine to be a man. To be loved. Ed fell in love with the silly, sensitive, gentle Stede who had a secret closet full of frilly fabric and summer linens. He fell in love with the Stede who told him he wears fine things well. He fell in love with the Stede who swapped his clothes with him just for fun.

If I wrote season 2, I would have the first half of the season stay pretty much the same. But, when Stede kills Ned and achieves infamy as a pirate, I would have him discover that he is deeply unhappy even though he has everything he thought he ever wanted. I would have him realize that he doesn't know who he is, and who he wants to be. And THEN I would have him and Ed TALK ABOUT IT.

Stede would day something like "I thought I'd be happier." And Ed would say, "I told you so" only in a nicer way. And then Ed would tell him about why he fell in love with Stede in the first place. And Stede would shake his head in disbelief and Ed would keep going. He would say how alive he felt with him, and how enchanted he was with Stede. He would tell Stede that he'd love him even if he wasnt a pirate. And then Stede would start to feel like himself again, and say the same back to Ed. And then they hug!!!

Anyway TLDR: I love Stede but bro is not a murderer and they should have explored his identity crisis much more.

Also: I know that there were a lot of constraints on season 2, so I'm not directing blame at any one person. I'm still disappointed though. They deserved much more time to properly tell their stories.

[bitchin-beskar]

I hope you had a great vacation! For car!paz thots, I bet he has a kink for bunny in his hockey gear, like his jersey. He definitely was a fan of bunny in just his shirt in the first Drabble tbh 🤔

awe, thank you nonnie, I had an amazing vacation!!!

and oooooooh boy does paz have a kink for bunny in his hockey jersey.

I feel like back in high school, you just... "borrow" steal his hoodie and wear it around all the time, even though his jersey is reserved for whatever girl he happens to be dating at the time. high school paz was a bit of a ladies man, and he went through quite a few partners, many of whom were not thrilled with the idea of you also walking around wearing Paz's name (which also led to a couple break ups).

and at the start of college, you're with Parjai, who as we've established absolutely despises Paz, so in an effort to keep the peace, you don't wear any of the numerous clothing items you've pilfered from Paz over the years, although you do keep them nicely packed away in a box, not quite able to bring yourself to return them to him.

but after you break up with Parjai? oh, you're absolutely back to wearing his clothes. at first it's because when you left Parjai, Paz didn't grab a ton of your clothes so you're kinda stuck with the same three outfits and whatever of his you steal from his closet, but then it becomes more and more deliberate, especially after the arrangement falls into place.

it’s something that you use to win arguments, because Paz absolutely cannot focus when you’re wearing his clothes. and also, they’re so fucking comfy, and you (secretly) love the dumbstruck look Paz gets on his face whenever he sees you in his clothes.

but his jersey?? oh that’s a whole other ballgame.

the first game of Paz’s that you actually attend is only after you’ve broken up with Parjai. it’s something you’ve felt endlessly guilty over, because you used to never miss a game, but when you started dating Parjai, he made it clear he wasn’t okay with you supporting Paz in any way, and you were so desperate to hold onto not only the first guy to seem to genuinely want a relationship with you, but also the first guy your parents not only approved up but enthusiastically encouraged a relationship with. having your family’s approval was something you’d craved most of your life, so you shoved the guilt deep down and stepped away from Paz.

but now that you’re not with Parjai, you’re so excited to see Paz play. you can’t sit still, you’re practically bouncing off the walls. he’s already at the hockey rink, he went straight there after class, so you’re counting down the minutes until it’s time to leave and go watch the game. you’re going back and forth between what to wear, and you’re about to leave in your jeans and a uni branded hoodie, when you double back and grab Paz’s spare jersey out of his closet, tugging it on over the hoodie. it’s long, but it works with your outfit, and you feel a kind of rush at wearing VIZSLA branded across your back once again.

when you’re sitting in the stands, and the team comes onto the rink, you’re cheering just as loud as any other, eyes immediately finding the giant, hulking figure that is Paz. he lookes even larger in his hockey gear, and you can’t help the stupidly goofy grin on your face. you’ve missed watching him play.

as the first 15 minute intermission starts, while the Zamboni is heading onto the ice to do a bit of maintenance before the next period of play, you wave frantically at Paz as he’s heading into the locker room. it’s hard to tell through his face guard, but you’re pretty sure he sees you, although he trips right after, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes. throughout the rest of the game though, he keeps looking over to where you’re sitting, and almost misses blocking a goal because of it, causing you to worry just a bit. why is he so distracted?

the game ends, and of course Paz and his team win, because they’re the best of the best, and are undefeated so far, although it’s still early in the season. you’re waiting outside the locker rooms for Paz specifically because he’s your ride home, when Din leaves and gives you a suspicious smirk, before telling you to head on in and that Paz is waiting for you.

you hesitate for a second before heading inside the locker room, hesitantly calling out for Paz. you’d seen everyone else leave, so it should just be Paz in the locker room, but you’re also aware that technically only players, coaches, and staff are usually allowed in.

you stumble across him standing in front of an open locker, shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair still damp. he’s got a towel slung over the door of his locker, and it looks like he’s in the process of stuffing things into his duffel bag. you call his name again, and when he turns to glance at you, his eyes are dark with a look you’ve come to recognize very well since the start of your little “arrangement.”

he crooks a finger, and you’re helpless to resist his pull, walking over to stand in front of him. you’re about to ask him something, anything to fill the heavy silence that’s fallen over the locker room, when Paz grips you around the waist and pushes you up against the lockers.

“Fuck, bunny,” he growls, eyes boring into yours. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

your blink up at him, unconsciously biting at your lip as your cheeks heat at the look in Paz’s eyes. he presses you harder into the cool metal of the lockers, crowding you back and leaving little to no room between your two bodies.

“Maker, give me strength,” he mutters, eyes flashing down quickly to look at your mouth. He seems entranced, and you can’t help but wish he’d disregard the rule you’d set and just kiss you.

But your wish isn’t granted, and instead Paz abruptly hoists you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grinds the hot, thick length of his cock against your core. he grips your jaw in one huge hand and tilts your head to the side so he can ravage the skin of your neck with his lips. you cover your mouth with one hand, but Paz only chuckles against your jugular.

“Be as loud as you want, sweetheart,” Paz snarls, voice dark and thick with lust. “I’m the only one who’s gonna hear your pretty ‘lil screams.”

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish - special chapters

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>Tenko Kitsune<

As every morning, she got up fresh and well rested. Looked at her watch. It was almost 6:00. The perfect time to open the window on a cool summer morning, unfold the mat and stretch spine before the next day, probably full of ups and downs. Did she care? Rather not very much, it will always be somehow! Inhale...exhale...dog with head up...and down...half bow...bend forward...up. She heard the panels clink on the stairs - time to grease them. Sisters got up and walked into the kitchen. She rolled the mat up, put it in the closet, then pulled out a pink t-shirt, fresh underwear, light socks with a rose pattern, and dark work overalls with large pockets. In such an outfit, she appeared in children's bedrooms to wake them up one by one. They slept so sweetly: girls wrapped in quilts, boys dug up, heads in legs. However, time passed relentlessly! They all marched for clothes, only the youngest, Fubuki, rubbing her sleepy eyes, approached her, stretching out hands. She hugged the tiny body to hers to lift it up and walk to get the dress and thin tights. When everyone was ready, they heard a call from the ground floor:

- Breakfast!

Ayame may be tone-deaf, but she could cry so firmly that none of the little ones would dare delay. Although maybe they were just hungry? The dining room smelled deliciously of pancakes. Sweet breakfast! Her favorite! She helped pack lunch boxes, including her own, and when they had all eaten, split up to take the children to school and kindergarten. As soon as the joyful three flew into the arms of the tutors, she headed for the outskirts of Setagaya, to the pushed aside building of not the first youth, which she was renovating step by step, to finally become her dream workshop. Everything she renewed, did according to a plan kept improving. Fortunately, she didn't complain about the lack of customers. They were mostly women, happily accepting her approach to the client. She knew perfectly well what typical "male" workshops and control stations could look like. Yes...that was also planned. A vehicle inspection station...but for that it needed a much more modern place and she wanted to organize one. Meanwhile, it remained a slowly renovated recovered building. She always tried to be nice and helpful to all who came to her with a problem, but especially men often had problems with culture and familiarity.

True, she didn't look like a typical mechanic! A beautiful girl, long red hair, blue eyes, slim figure with strongly distinctive breasts, healthy, painted nails. More suited to a beauty salon or massage parlor, right? Optionally, maybe to the hostess in the car dealership. However, she dreamed of something completely different. She has been stealing keys and screwdrivers since was a child to tinker with grandfather's shed. Father wasn't always happy, because she often made a lot of a mess putting things down, but in the end she put it together and cleaned it up! He wasn't surprised at all when she announced that was going to be an engineer. For this occasion, he bought her own brand new toolbox along with a dream electric impact wrench for changing wheels. Was the only girl in the year, one of the few to pass and the only one with honors. She thought that with such papers, getting a job in the largest car factory was a piece of cake! Badly wrong. The owner looked at her CV and all the documentation from her studies with appreciation, but the project she had been working on for months hadn't even opened. After all, "women don't know much about cars"! He offered the position of a saleswoman, at which she, indignant, gathered her things and left without a word, slamming the door. Returning home, she strayed from the road to sit on the slope overlooking the city and think what to do next. The crazy idea came to her as soon as she turned head at the soothing sound of trees. She saw a shanty, an absolute pile of real estate misfortune...and felt immediately that must have it. She begged father for a solid start-up loan, promising to pay him back soon. In the meantime, she got a part-time job in a yoga studio as an instructor. It was worth making a few papers! In the end, it turned out as she wanted. The only thing missing was finishing the building to fully breathe. Until then, she took every order that appeared, unless the client turned out to be an exceptional rude.

She said goodbye to the woman whose tires were replaced and checked the toe-in, and, finding a temporary break, decided to put her own car on the canal. It would be appropriate to change the oil. Unscrewed the relevant parts, replacing the large bucket beforehand, and let the old fluid drain gently.

- Hello, is anyone here? - heard a call from the vicinity of the entrance to the workshop.

- I'm coming! - shouted back, coming down from the ladder.

She climbed the stairs from under the vehicle. On the doorstep was a tall man with blond hair combed in a pompadour style, wearing a purple jumpsuit and black tabi shoes. His face thinned a bit at the sight of her, but he showed some interest. Frequent reaction from men, used to.

- Heard I find a great mechanic here... - he muttered, definitely trying not to look at her breasts.

- Yes, what's the problem? - she asked, smiling radiantly. - I don't know if I'm SO great, but I'll try to help.

- That's...you, lady? - he stuttered.

- Yes. Soga Shizuka*, owner and only mechanic in this workshop. - she laughed. - You probably didn't expect it, that's understandable.

- Absolutely...er... - he replied confused, then pointed at the vehicle. - My bike is broken and the mechanic who usually fixes it doesn't have time.

- Kawasaki Chopper, EN500? Classic... - she muttered, walking to the machine. - Let's see what's wrong with him...

She reached for the keys he was giving to fire up. It had a problem at the start, but took a closer look as soon as the revs stabilized relatively. She took off a large gauntlet, revealing a tiny hand with long fingers, tipped with turquoise nail polish. Touched the bonnet.

- Behaves as if one of the cylinders has resistance. In addition, something is wrong in the ignition system. - she assessed. - I can arrange it, but won't be ready until tonight.

- And I will not be a problem waiting here? Came quite a long way... - He laughed a little and shook his head a bit. - After all, didn't even introduce myself. Shiba Chiharu.

- Nice to meet you, Shiba-san. Of course it wouldn't be a problem.

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He drove through the city, along with several people from the gang when he heard disturbing sounds coming from the engine. They stopped in the parking lot they passed, to check where the problem was. It wasn't looking good. He pushed hair back nervously, sighing heavily, then stuffed hands into the pockets of purple jumpsuit.

- Engine, boss. - one of his subordinates said.

- It turns out... - Chiharu muttered, dialing the mechanic's number. - Do you have time to repair? My bike broke down! Fuck, just today...Okay...

- And what?

- No way. - he grunted nervously.

- Shiba-san... - Suzumoto, the bald guy, interjected. - I hear there's a great mechanic just outside Setagaya. It is not far!

He decided to check, he had nothing to lose, maybe only time. He got on the bike, trying to reach the place as quickly and safely as possible. Before he left, a few more people from the gang spoke up - they heard something, someone recommended it, nothing specific, no precise information, but at least they drew him what to look for. A partially renovated shack on the hill. In fact, the building turned out not to be of the first youth. In places it looked like was falling apart, but on the other hand it was obvious that someone had taken care of it. The walls were reinforced, windows replaced, everything painted with fresh paint... He stopped in front of the entrance and quite hesitantly got off the bike. There was a neat Mazda 6 hatchback on the canal, all silver with a delicate spoiler on the back. The interior looked promising. He had been to many workshops, most of them looked alike, and this one hadn't missed anything either, but it had something that made him ready to trust the people working in here. The problem was, he couldn't see anyone.

- Hello, is anyone here? - he called deeper into the building.

- I'm coming! - he heard a resonant voice coming from under the car.

He was surprised, it sounded like a slightly melancholic girl, not a mechanic. Completely stunned, seeing a woman approaching him. Medium height, fiery red hair tied in a ponytail, a pink t-shirt that definitely ends under the ribs, a little loose overalls with a drooping one harness and large pockets. Despite the heavily built-up work boots and sizeable gloves, he could see that she moved lightly and gracefully. She looked up at him playfully with sparkling blue eyes. The most noticeable, however, was the bulging bust that is hard to find in most slim girls. She smiled friendly, and his voice stuck in his throat.

- I... heard that I will find a great mechanic here... - he finally choked out.

- Yes, what's the problem? - she asked. - I don't know if I'm SO great, but I'll try to help.

He expected to hear "I'm calling" or "dad / brother will be here soon", and she looked like she was speaking deadly seriously. It was hard to pick up and not look at the tight pink blouse at the same time. He swallowed hard.

- That's...you, lady? - he stuttered.

- Yes. Soga Shizuka, owner and only mechanic in this workshop. - she laughed charmingly. - You probably didn't expect it, that's understandable.

- Absolutely...er... - he replied, remembering what he had come for. - My bike is broken and the mechanic who usually fixes it doesn't have time.

- Kawasaki Chopper, EN500? Classic... - she muttered, walking to the machine. - Let's see what's wrong with him...

He hurriedly fished the keys from his pocket and handed it to the girl. She took them gently, then skilfully started the engine. He watched as she watched the operation of the machine with solemnity and great calm. Shiba was in shock! The woman who unmistakably recognized the bike! She had to know at least a little bit. Took off the glove, under which she hid a delicate hand with long nails painted shiny with varnish. He wasn't sure if he could see any tiny patterns on them. The time of the verdict has come.

- Behaves as if one of the cylinders has resistance. In addition, something is wrong in the ignition system. - she assessed. - I can arrange it, but won't be ready until tonight.

- And I will not be a problem waiting here? Drove quite a long way... - he laughed nervously, finally reflecting. - After all, I didn't even introduce myself. Shiba Chiharu.

- Nice to meet you, Shiba-san. Of course it wouldn't be a problem.

She offered a comfortable couch in the office, but he preferred to watch her at work, so reached for a nearby chair. By the way, he was ready to help if she needed a little male support. Only noticed that quiet music was oozing from the speakers somewhere in the background. He was surprised that she took as a male profession. Nevertheless, the rumors of the city were true - she knew her job, skilfully disassembled the engine to look at the cylinders, and even checked a few other things that raised her doubts. Did everything with a smile on her face, as if she were having a great time. He was very impressed.

- This is quite an unusual job for a woman. - he said finally to break the silence. - Aren't you hard sometimes?

- Everyone asks me that! - she laughed heartily, tightening the bolts. - I loved DIY since I was a child, it was destiny. And that's it!

She straightened up after the final shutdown of the engine, brushed some invisible dust off her pants, and looked at him expectantly, keys in hand. He abruptly rose from his chair, knocking it over, and she chuckled at it, covering mouth with glove. He blushed up to ears as he picked up the item being served. Fired up the engine - it fired much faster than before and purred like a kitten. The sound pampered his ears, and the pleasant vibrations made him want a long ride.

- I do not know how it got there, but under one of the cylinders I found a small pebble, was so noisy, scratched the center a little. - she explained. - Lubricated as much as I could, tightened a few other parts, replaced a few gaskets... It shouldn't be a problem anymore.

- Gosh... It's better than ever! - he sighed happily.

- Bought used, right? - she asked, winking.

- How do you know?

- They don't make such motors anymore. Plus, it has a pretty old looking dent on the side, as if someone was putting off action movie chase scenes and driving under a truck! - she laughed. - If you want, you can replace it, just have to order the right part, probably also recovered, but it's worth having your mechanic check the market.

- What if...if I wanted to ask you for a replacement? - he asked uncertainly.

- Just phone. - she replied, taking a tasteful business card from her pants pocket. - We will agree a date as soon as I find a good item.

They settled the bill, and then he drove away toward the setting sun. Felt strange, insecure. As if he didn't want to leave. The somewhat repulsive place contained a very interesting person with a lot of experience and heart for what she was doing. He smirked at the mention of the red pony, then gasped.

He was sitting at home with a mug of coffee, turning his fingers over a business card decorated with a heavily simplified lotus flower pattern cut at the edge. It had been hard for him to focus on anything for several days. Every time he closed his eyes, could see red hair and a smear of grease on her pale cheek. It absolutely didn't bother him, it only added to her charm. It contrasted with an almost milky complexion and ruby lips. It was supposed to be a normal repair, and he was acting like a young man in love! He reached for the phone, tapped one by one numbers on the screen, and after a while he was waiting impatiently for the connection.

- Yes? - he heard after a few beeps.

- Soga-san? This is Chiharu Shiba... - he began.

- Oh, yes, I remember! - she laughed. - You caught me having a lazy Saturday breakfast.

- Oh, sorry...

- No problem. Are you probably calling about parts? - she asked, clearly tapping her long fingernails on the computer keyboard. - Let's see... Yeah... quite a lot of options, but most of them are corroded crap. Oh, I think I found the right one, in good shape. At second hand. Is that fine for you?

- Of course! - he said quickly, surprised. - Could I have a brief message when it comes to you?

- Yes, I'll let you know. - she replied heartily, and he could almost see her smiling.

- So... see you...

- See you soon!

She hung up. Chiharu was still holding the phone to his ear, listening to his own heart beat against his ribs.

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As she thought, it arrived very quickly. She also expected the sweet blonde to be pleased with such a quick solution. As soon as she checked the courier, pulled out her phone to text about the package. Thought. She always liked the fair-haired boys, despite the fact that in Japan they appeared as dyed ones. She bit her lip slightly at the thought of how long hadn't been in a relationship with anyone. The last man in her life was Fubuki's father - already thought she found the right one, and when he heard about her pregnancy, said that it was probably not now, it wasn't that... She didn't even regret it, in the end there was nothing. Since then, Shizuka had used male genitalia at night weekend parties rather than looking for someone on a permanent basis.She was disturbed by the roar of a motorbike standing in front of the open garage door. Peeked out from a tiny office with a barely double sofa, a desk with a laptop, and a tiny electric kettle on the windowsill of the last old, slightly crumbling window. He got off the machine, almost falling off it, through a large bouquet of beautiful tea roses in his hands.

- What beautiful flowers! Are you going to your fiancée? - she asked with a smile.

- Oh no, it's for you, Miss... - he muttered a bit confused, lovingly hiding the blush behind the petals. - I didn't think a woman could be such a great mechanic.

- So let's not judge by appearances. - She sighed slightly, picking up the bouquet being served, then headed towards the canteen with the couch.

- In this carton against the wall there is an ordered part. Please check that everything is ok.

She found a tall vase hidden under the desk to quickly pour water into it and spread beautiful flowers inside. An intoxicating scent spread across the room. It was perfect, she loved roses. She left just as the blonde was taking the ordered part out of the bubble wrap.

- Come on, even the color is right! - she laughed sharply. - Should fit...

She was interrupted by the roar of the engine of a sports car with furious red paint. A broad-shouldered guy got out of it, that she wondered how he'd fit behind the wheel. He ruffled his neatly combed blond hair, glistening with blue eyes, Shizuka saw him once... Gaijin**. You could see it right away. He looked like he was bathing in money, but she wondered if it was some kind of cover. She was sensitive to "the rich", because it often turned out that the matter was sewn with thick threads. He approached them, treading firmly with his heavy boots. Despite her suspicions, she smiled as used to greet a potential client.

- I'm looking for the owner... - he muttered, barely glancing at her. - ...of this place.

- Yes, can I help you? - she replied calmly.

- I need an oil change now, the engine is working poorly, there was no time before. - he blurted out hard.

- I'm busy at the moment, you'd have to wait about an hour.

- We don't understand each other, Miss. - he grunted, approaching her. - NOW.

Bull's-eye. The more nervous he got, the more European accent she felt. Hanabi would probably recognize immediately what country the guy comes from. She wasn't in the habit of allowing such treatment in her garage.

- Well, well, buddy, with respect to the woman! - Threw blonde in purple overalls, standing a step in front of her, looking at the newcomer sideways. - Someone lacked culture!

She smiled under her breath. Didn't think he would react like that. Shiba-san was really cute! She approached them, wanting to cool down what the owner of the car intended to use. She caught a hand rushing to her neckline in flight, deftly twisting it, thus turning the man with back to her. He couldn't move, surprised and grounded by his own body.

- I'm sorry, but we are unlikely to get along. - she sighed, leading him out the gate. - Goodbye, you will surely find another mechanic.

She pushed the bulky guy twice her size firmly towards the lush red car. He turned to face her, and she honored him with a hearty smile with a hint of triumph.

- We'll see... - he snapped at her.

She wasn't going to hear what supposed to see. Pulled the lever, lowering the tin door of the workshop with a crack. Darkness fell, rays falling through the windows. She distracted it by turning on the lamps hanging from the ceiling. Sighed heavily as she straightened her voluminous pants.

- Are you okay, Shizuka-chan? - The blond asked agitated, and when he registered what said, he blushed to the tops of his ears.

- All right! - she laughed heartily. - Chiharu-kun...

For a moment he looked as if he hadn't heard, but it was enough for him to burst out laughing too. She pulled on massive leather gloves over slender fingers adorned with turquoise lacquer. Time to replace a few parts!

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The bike looked better than after a major renovation, which it received right after the purchase. He wanted it to have its own individual character, to show that it was HIS machine. After all, the Tokkutai gang boss has to present himself! That day, they were betting on the building where Hanayama was making a deal. He hadn't asked for anything for a long time, this time it looked like he wanted to use the size of a gang of motorcyclists to block the nearest streets. The only one left, where Shiba and his most faithful companions stood, at the very entrance to the building. The biggest bull of the underworld should have a suitable road and it was he who decided to guard it. He watched the neighborhood proudly as a gleaming turquoise and black racer sprang out around a bend and onto the exact street. He had seen them, Shiba was sure, and yet motorbike didn't slow down. Shiba wasn't going to dodge, even if he was going to die. The driver in the black suit screeched to a halt and the rear wheel squealed wildly and parked parallelly just below his feet. It boiled in the man. You have to be the last idiot to put on a circus like this!

- Who gave you your driving license?! - he snapped at the motorcyclist. - Watch your ride, dude!

- Gee... I'm sorry... - he heard a rather high voice, muffled with a helmet. - Next time I'll be careful.

Confused, he watched as a storm of loose red hair fell out from under removable hat, framing a pretty face with sparkling blue eyes. He was incredulous, though trying to juxtapose the woman in front of him and the one with the lush pony...he was getting the same person! Had to recover, he was among his people!

- S...Shizuka-chan? - he finally gasped out.

- Oh, you didn't think I was running all day in baggy overalls with a socket wrench in hand, Chiharu-kun! - She laughed pearly, then asked a bit more seriously, puffing lips a little bit and looking from under her almost closed eyelids. - Are you going to stay here a little longer? I cannot take a helmet with me, and it is extremely important to me! I would like to leave him under loving care...of course not for free.

- Er, sure, it will be safe with me! - He blurted out immediately, combing his mane back.

- Oh, that's wonderful! - she threw happy.

Shizuka gave him an exceptionally light, well-built and very aerodynamic helmet, only to reach the zipper at the neck after a while. She was going to undress?! On the street?! Before he could react, heard the clink of teeth. She unbuttoned the jumpsuit to the ankle and emerged from it in a lovely, beige dress speckled with tiny flowers, decorated with a cross tied, imitating a corset. Even motorcycle boots, as it turned out, strongly built-up for a reason, hid semi-transparent high-heeled shoes tied with a tulle ribbon. She lifted the speedseat's seat, where she stowed her purse to tuck the suit into the empty space. She surprised him more and more every moment. She slung the leather strap on shoulder, waving so sweetly at them it almost melted with joy.

- Bye, shopping is waiting!

She walked away briskly, tapping heels and rocking hips rhythmically, incredibly sexy. All she left behind was a cloud of rose perfume, which had just been rising from her neck. He swallowed mechanically.

- Boss...how does the boss know such a beauty? - Suzumoto asked.

- This...this is my new mechanic. - stunned, he muttered in response.

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She promised them a weekend shopping trip and kept her word. Happily watched the two dark-haired little angels rummaging between the hangers. A third cherub, red like her, clung to her skirt. Fubuki was like this from birth. She fondly remembered that birth. The little one clung to her at once and wouldn't let go, greedily sucking on her breast. The midwives laughed that the boys are usually "mommy's tits", and here is such a surprise. After shopping, they sat down by the fountain to let the kids play on the small playground in the middle of the mall. She watched the joyful girls, cooperating on the ladders. Their lives often lacked this carefree, so whenever she could, wanted to offer it to them in the highest possible dose.

- Shizuka-chan? We've been seeing a lot lately! - she heard a familiar voice.

A tall man with blond hair combed in pompadour style stood in front of her, this time in a slightly less "gangster" outfit - he chose elegant shoes, dark jeans and a flowery shirt.

- Oh, I guess it is, Chiharu-kun. - she replied with a smile.

She felt a tug of trailing fabric against her lap. The tiny redhead cast a curious glance at the standing man, at the same time demanding her attention.

- Can I get ice cream? - she whispered. - I can?

- Of course, honey. - She replied, handing the banknote to the running older girl. - Just not too much, or your throats will be sore.

She watched them run off to a nearby ice cream shop. Fubuki jumped to pick a flavor while the other two tried to lift her up to see anything.

- Ms. mechanic is a baby-sitter? - Shiba asked, sitting down next to her.

- No no, these three cuties are my daughters. - Threw with a radiant smile.

She saw that surprise on his face a lot, from the beginning, in fact. Could it be that incredible? Is it really so strange that a single mother of three has her own business? Who knows, maybe...

- I must have slightly disturbed your view of me? - she whispered aggressively, still smiling, leaning in slightly. - Maybe you even think I'm slutty and irresponsible? If you want, you can think so. I've always wanted a bunch of kids. I was looking for good stud dogs and found them...and that they were irresponsible assholes was another matter.

- Girls don't have a father?

- No. "I got" chromosomes from two, but I wouldn't call any of them the father of the children. - she answered innocently. - If a man capable of being my partner comes across, I will introduce him to them.

- What if you don't find it or he'll be scared of the kids?

- Hmm...nothing special. - Shizuka threw after a moment of reflection. - I don't need a man to function, I'm a strong and resourceful woman. The only husband I can consider is support, not the master of the house. If he's scared of my kids, then he's inappropriate.

The girls finally managed to buy delicacies, they sat at the table licking sweet balls. She didn't want them to get hurt. The man they call their father must have been a good man. Another was out of the question. Hyo***, Arashi**** and Fubuki***** were worth the effort.

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The sight of his sister-in-law somehow could not leave him, despite the fact that he and his wife were sitting on the leather sofa at home for a long time, sipping slowly non-alcoholic wine. If not for Hanabi, he would not have been persuaded to take this type of drink - red whiskey is a love he didn't talk about...or maybe it just entered the blood and that's it? The red liquid with an extremely fruity aroma tasted completely different, certainly even in the full version it had significantly less percentages than the Wild Turkey. She snuggled against his shoulder as she always did when they had a moment to themselves. He stroked the shaved part of her head with free hand, playing with the single strands that wanted to fall on her forehead. She had already taken off her tie and loosened the collar of red shirt enough to let him see a subtle foretaste of what was hidden under it.

- You called your sister, right? - he asked finally.

- Yes of course. I talked to her shortly after you showed me this "miracle on wheels" - she replied bluntly.

- How is she like?

- How do you feel about her, Kaoru? - She answered the question with a question, looking at him searchingly.

He thought. Didn't really have much to say on that point. Only saw her a few times, they didn't talk often. What could he think of her?

- Seems to be a typical woman, who loves shopping and spending money on herself. - he said, shrugging his shoulders.

- Shizuka has always been quite...phlegmatic, and positive about life. - she laughed. - She looks cute, trendy, but loved to rummage in machines since she was a child, took everything she could apart and folded. Father didn't quite like her adoration because she was making a lot of a mess around her. Mother preferred her to paint her nails instead of playing with grease...

- And Grandpa? - he hinted, remembering the strange old man.

- Grandpa saw a specific potential in her. He trained us in harmony with the circle of life, according to the corresponding elements. I am air, she is water. The...hmm...streamlined fighting styles fit her perfectly.

- Interesting theory.

- Right? Until now, I don't know how he thought it up and fitted it, but it worked! - she replied. - In fact, Shizuka is a pacifist, she doesn't like any kind of violence. "Peace & Love" and these matters. It is enough, however, to properly get her under skin to dig up everything she learned and effectively pacify the opponent.

He tried to imagine such conditions. It didn't fit the offensive version in any way. She was too sweet, delicate and so...maximally stereotypically feminine. He felt a small hand creep under the unbuttoned button of his purple shirt, to his taut shoulder to gently massage it. She wasn't going to let him drift in that direction...

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She threw the skirt of a colorful summer dress, turning to the mirror to check the tying of the braid with a woven ribbon wrapped around her head. She finally had time for her weekend getaway. She was going to wander slowly through the drugstores, leafing through nail polishes and fancy bath accessories. Maybe she will find a nice, aromatic sparkling ball? What if a jeweler...? It makes sense to add something new to the casket from time to time. She listened to the cheerful clatter of her own sandals on a high post when she noticed a pair coming from around the corner. He was in a perfectly cut white suit and purple shirt, with raven hair scattered by the wind, she was dressed in light shorts with a row of buttons at each pocket, a coral elegant blouse, with her feet in simple wedge sandals in front of her. Black locks flew slightly against the face. She did not expect to meet sister and her husband! His people were hanging around nearby, as well as...a familiar blond man in purple jumpsuit. She wondered if it was a faux pas if they found out they knew each other.

- Come on, a twist of fate, Hanabi-chan! - she chirped.

- Shopping? - asked the younger one.

- Like every month!

A strong arm caught her in half, and then another, placing massive hand over intricately woven braids prevented her from unfolding the sentence. The touch felt strangely familiar. She hadn't had much contact with it, but the rough, thick skin was like someone she had dealt with recently. She had a glimpse of the corner of her eye as he brought his head close to her shoulder. Apparently he was more interested in her brother-in-law than in her. Blond, fair-eyed, proud expression on his face. She saw Shiba standing behind the young boss's back clenching his fists nervously, bristling all over his body. He also recognized the "owner" of the red sports car. Gaijin.

- I felt like you knew each other...Hanayama... - he muttered, then laughed lowly. - The cutie is going to pay for the last treatment you treated me?

- ...what?... - Hanabi muttered, looking at her husband.

- I didn't accept his challenge a long time ago. - the man replied, unbuttoning the buttons on his jacket.

- And the percentages are rising. - drawled her tormentor, tightening his fingers a bit on the red hair. - It would be a pity to break her neck, she's pretty...

- Sorry, it doesn't seem like a good idea. - she demanded, turning her eyes towards him.

- It's not up to you. - he growled, tilting her head closer to the shoulder.

- Oh, if you say so... - she sighed disapprovingly.

She took a deep breath, then let all the air out of her lungs to compress her body as much as possible, and slip out of iron embrace. The man with a European accent stood completely taken aback. She brushed off her dress gently, then launched a solid roundhouse kick right into the center of his face. He took the full force of the blow, twisted a few dumbbells on the sidewalk, and finally lay flat on his back. She turned and caught the startled glances of the men behind her and her sister's thumbs up.

- Nice! - Hanabi said triumphantly.

- Oh, gentlemen, I am not whipped! Don't mess with the Soga family. - The redhead laughed, and then turned to the slowly rising blonde. - You underestimated your opponent, little boy.

He was staring at her, definitely pissed and eager to retaliate, but a dull crunch of Hanayama's knuckles was enough for him to let go and run down the alley. Shocked, Chiharu stepped forward, apparently wondering what to say. Black-haired girl sensed the situation in flight. She pulled her husband and his men away, waving her goodbye. Shizuka laughed under her breath at the sight. It was amazing how easily Hanabi could get along with a guy like Hanayama.

- Er...Shizuka-chan... - the blond man standing next to her began.

- Yes?

- Would you like to come out to dinner with me? - he asked, blushing slightly. - I know a place where they prepare the best Peking duck.

- Unfortunately it's not good idea... - She replied a bit confused.

- Oh...sure, I understand. You probably don't have time...or something...

- No, no, that's not it! - she laughed. - I just don't eat meat, I'm a vegetarian! But I love tofu ramen!

- Well...let it be ramen! - The man laughed, gallantly letting her go ahead.

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Tenko Kitsune - http://yokai.com/tenko/ ; mine Tenko is dark-blue only because of element (water) which I want her to have;

*Shizuka - [jap.] calm

** gaijin - [ jap.] foreigner

***Hyo - [jap.] hail

****Arashi - [jap.] tempest

*****Fubuki - [jap.] snowstorm

[blookmallow]

recently become obsessed with this horror channel about these two dumbass paranormal investigators... the acting is terrible. most of the episodes end with them being like "brooo what the fuck bro" and just Leaving and not actually saving anyone or figuring anything out. i cant tell if its satire or if its supposed to be funny or what they're doing but i fucking love them so much. i cant stop watching them. its called life of luxury, no idea why, but anyway heres some of that

the label arrows on the thumbnails are killing me

chester wearing a cowboy hat in the car randomly for one scene and then taking it off when they get to the spooky place

you cant see very well in a still screenshot but this was very clearly and obviously a person coming into the living room through the window and chester's like "idk it's probably just the curtain or something" meanwhile parker immediately jumps to "WHAT IS THAT THING??" it's a guy. it's a guy breaking into the house that's what it is. some of their later monsters do have a pretty good "what the FUCK is that" factor but this one is blatantly just. a naked dude crawling around. which im not saying isn't a horrifying thing to be in your house in the middle of the night but it's not, like, an incomprehensible supernatural occurrence

(shot of a man crawling up the stairs) "WHAT IS THAT??? IS IT A DOG???" are you Stupid. they also watch this man crawling through her house (knowing she's in there sleeping alone) for like. several minutes before they do Anything

this is from a different stalker in the house episode where the camera timestamp said they saw this guy come out of the closet at a little before 1 AM. they sit there and watch him walk through the house and sit down in a chair. and they're like ok lets see where he's going with this. and then there's a transition and another camera time stamp showing it's now 1:40 am. they have been sitting here watching a strange man sitting in this girl's house where she's sleeping alone for like an hour and have done Nothing about it. like, call the police maybe????? do something????

chester is the camera guy and they never show or mention anyone else working with them but half the camera angles are. showing chester. with his camera. this is before they set up any cameras for the supernatural stakeout so there is clearly another person with a camera here

like this boy is constantly filming himself whenever they're in the car and we never actually see any of the footage from chester's camera. what is he doing. also despite the fact that insane shit happens every single time they go on one of these investigations, still, inevitably, chester, every time "idk it's probably nothing. we probably won't even find anything dude. shes probably lying bro"

its almost Always specifically an 18 year old girl, too

itS THE gUY!!!

this girl who's supposed to be terrified but she looks like she's Smiling? also every bedroom looks like this. nobody has anything in their room except a bed and like, maybe a single chair. who lives like this

this one they get a message about a girl's brother who went on a trip and came back Wrong and they go to investigate to find out whats wrong with him, what happened to him, right

they go. the brother won't come out of his room. they do their camera stakeout. they see him crawling around the house and talking to himself. he bangs on his sister's door and then runs away. they get her out of the house. episode ends. like they literally solved NOTHING

then there's also like

like. bro are you dating or

the amount of times "oh no..... there's only.... ONE BED..... 😳" happens cannot be accidental

[alisonbechdelsdiary]

Having this diary is some type of a therapeutic self-soothing loop, where I’m just reflecting on my life and figuring out stuff. 

I don’t really dislike my father anymore. His death made me rethink every interaction, every single thing I knew about him. I don’t look back at things I’ve said or done prior to his death anymore, thinking that his death was caused because of my course of actions. It’s not my fault and has nothing to do with me. It was not my responsibility as his CHILD to recognize the signs and hints my FATHER was displaying. The roles should have never been reversed, he was supposed to be the emotionally mature parent, not me. At the end of the day he have committed it himself while I wasn’t in the vicinity. 

As much as I wanted him to be an involved father he just didn’t really see me as his child till I grew up and grew some brains. He saw me as an intellectual companion who could keep up with the conversation on something we both knew about. Even during the subtle moments where we would get close my guard would never go down as I was afraid to become to vulnerable and attached. I’ve gained this feeling towards him… kind of like empathy. Deep down he is a man that carried his shame, guilt, trauma and other issues throughout his own life. He kept is true personality hidden from the world and stayed closeted for his entire life. I mean, his wife knew and therefore also was dragged into his nonsense, needing to cover up after him and his mess, deal with an absent husband, her own issues… If you think about it she was married to a shadow, that was in the room but wouldn’t get too close or communicate. Which makes me feel some sense of resentment towards dad for making mom go through all of this, she really didn’t deserve all that.

She deserved a husband that truly loved her, was interested in her, was nice and caring towards her. Not an absent figure who was drawn to men and little boys. 

That makes it one more similarity between us that I’ve found out about. Except I came out, as someone who is proud and not ashamed. Got two things to say about that: guess my dad walked so I could run in a way, and homosexuality DEFINITELY has a potential genetic connection. 

No matter how distant we were my dad always suspected that I might be gay, and when I asked if he knew what he did when he gave me that Colette book that have caused some sexual awakening and helped me start pursuing my identity his answer was “I guess there was some sense of identification”. 

I think he saw a part of himself in me and wanted to save me from repeating his story. 

My father deserved a different life, life where he wasn't hiding and was accepted to the society for being who he is. Not having to draw a perfect picture for the world.

Nonetheless, Me and my brothers deserved an involved father who saw his as his children and not as an occasional inconvenience or free labourers. We deserved a father who had his shit together in order to be able to be a good parent. We deserved a FATHER.