#boderline crack

[4uru]

Matthew: i want to make out with somebody.

James:.... Give me 20 pounds and i'll consider it.

Matthew: you really think im that desperate?

James: yes.

Matthew: Your right, i am, heres 100 pounds. Give me 5 make out sessions.

James: 3

Matthew: 3 and a hickey

James: done

Matthew: done

Thomas:...WTF????

[typewriter83]

https://www.tumblr.com/typewriter83/751205799108427776/lana-cub-here-i-think-you-said-once-that-tommy?source=share

that... Wow.

That must be one of the most accurate and interesting analysis about tommy that I have read, and everything you said makes so much sense. When I don't think I can appreciate you morez you come up with a whole fucking thing that shows me how mature you are. He is a man child (and honestly i now wonder if this developted in him since childhood. I mean, game/show never told nothing about their childhood besides having a dad (in joel's house, you can see a picture of little!joel fishing with their dad) but what if something happened to this dad and joel had to be the man of the house (I always found his sense of responsibility a little too rooted in him) and having to take more care of tommy than before? We will never know, but that would explain some things about tommy.

Also, the maria part, I think you just made me realize why I never really I sympathized with maria's character and never really liked her and tommy as a couple (even tho they dancing in the background of part2 was cute). I knew i never really liked maria: this is more about opinion, but i feel like maria's only shown personality is just being authoritive and ruling people around. And, unfortunately, their making maria's character even more annoying on the show. So, of course (and you helped me realize) that maria's favorite part about tommy could easily be this childlike part of him of always wanting someone to guide/rule his life. And like you said, because joel's death was a thump to him and fucked him up, tommy and maria went to a crisis for the first time: she just didn't know how to keep him under her control anymore, he was uncontrolled. This dynamic sounds boderline toxic if you ask me, and maybe people don't view maria as toxic only because she's not the man in the relationship here.

I wonder how will you put this into practice in your story, and how that could affect the main plot (specially when they find about that).

I also wonder if this man child part of him, even fho it was cracked, was tiggered in the farm scene. I mean, let's remember basic child behaviour: child wants, child asks for. Child receives a "no"? Child cries and gives a tantrum. That was basically all the farm scene if we really go on with the logic of tommy being a man child. Once he found out ellie wasn't so sure about hunting abby, it's like he totally forgot that he was talking to his niece and putting her in danger again, and then threw shit on the fan.

Oh my gosh, this reply is just so much - so much goodness to dig into. I think Tommy is a complex character - I actually think every character in this universe has the potential to be complex if someone is willing to dig into it. But Tommy is someone in the game who has the unique experience of having experienced many lives through his life.

Season 2/Game 2 spoilers below cut

I think you’re right that there was probably only one parent involved in the Miller household, probably mom. I believe Joel to be around 8ish years older than Tommy, and it’s possible that Dad Miller left sometime after Tommy was born, leaving a 10ish year old Joel is raise his little brother. You mention the photo of Joel and dad - Joel is pretty young in that photo, probably kindergarten age so pre-Tommy. Joel remembers dad being someone he looked up to, and either Joel was wrong about him, or something scared him off - or maybe he passed away.

If we go off game ages - I tend to stick to that universe/timeline when analyzing - Joel was about 19/20 when Sarah was born which means Tommy was about 11/12, so theoretically, Joel was raising Sarah and helping raise Tommy. Joel was a very influential part of Tommy’s entire life, so when Maria says to Ellie (in the show) that Tommy was doing what Joel did, of course he did!

And mixing game and show lore, maybe the army messed Tommy up more than it helped him grow up. And you’re right, maybe Maria liked that about him, clung to that - she was a mom at some point too, and maybe she liked the idea of Tommy needing her in a capacity that was more than a lover. (Kind of ironic when you think about it - seeing as another conversation we’ve been having revolves around the Joel/Ellie dynamic transcending father/daughter or something more/else, right?)

And I agree with you that losing Joel was a catalyst that changed Tommy’s personality - he went after Abby to protect Ellie because that was what Joel would have done/wanted him to do. By the end of the game, Tommy is broken and lost and does want revenge, which was never Joel’s way (that’s a WHOLE OTHER conversation regarding game 2, omg, what a shit show - wanna talk about that next?), but Tommy is so lost without Joel (and Maria).

🫶🏻

[dulcewrites]

Aemond is going to die.

Maybe not right now per se. But it still feels like he might. He knew this was going to happen, and he still feels a bit sick to his stomach.

A hand on his shoulder pulls him out of this thoughts.

“Are you ok?”

Aemond can tell even through the glasses of champagne that make his brother’s cheeks flush that Aegon is worried. It’s the same look everybody seems to give him lately. Like they expect him to crack. A downward spiral in the works.

“I’m fine,” tearing his eyes away from two certain people, he takes the flute in Aegon’s hand and down the rest of it. Aegon just wrinkles his nose in pitty. It was laughable; Aegon of all people looking at him in pitty. How the tables have turned.

His gaze goes back to where Jace and Myrah are. There was a petty part of him that wished Myrah suddenly turned into a bridge troll post break (not break up Aemond would reinterate to his family). But it would take changes on a cosmic level to have Myrah look anything but beautiful in Aemond’s eyes. Especially now, with the way the light is hitting her. With the way the colors on her dress look against her skin.

And yeah, he’s gonna fucking die.

If he doesn’t die, he will probably strangle someone.

On cue, Aegon pipes up again. “You look like you want to skin our nephew.”

Aemond just continues to look on.

“Look, in the grand scheme of things I don’t care what you do to the loser, but if you ruin Hel’s party in the process, she will kill you and I’ll watch. Maybe even help.”

Helaena had sat Aemond down gently, in the way only a big sister could. Her blue eyes soft and sympathetic.

I invited Myrah to my party. If it makes you uncomfortable then I can readjust, but I want all the people I care about there. And she’s one of them.

Aemond just nodded and smiled, then let out a boderline pathetic groan when he got in his car. Laying his face on the stirring wheel for a few minutes. It is Helaena’s birthday; he has no right to tell her who to invite, especially knowing Myrah and her were friends before they even dated. The garden party was also Myrah’s idea. The pastels, the bug motif decorations; all things they both had in common. But telling himself that still doesn’t help the pain of seeing her.

“I’m fine,” Aemond repeats, clearing his throat.

“It’s been two months. Maybe it is time to move on.”

Aemond head snaps towards his brother. “We are just on a break.”

Aegon nods slowly, clearly not convinced. “She said she needed space. I don’t think staring at her like psycho is helping.”

Aemond tries not to be an angry person. He knows it does him no good in the long run. But most of the people in his family, his feelings always burn hot after being contained for too long. Myrah isn’t here with him, and she’s laughing with someone who also isn’t him. By the time he has stood up and started to walk over, his mind is in a bit of a fugue state.

He heard Aegon call out for him, but his feet keep moving. It is not till he is standing near the cocktail table, looming really, that he doesn’t have a plan. And Aemond always prides himself on having a plan.

Jace is the first to acknowledge him, a tense smile on his face. While Myrah just looks up through her lashes. Neither of them pay Jace any attention anymore when he asks how Aemond is. All Aemond can do is hum, completely focused on Myrah.

“Ok,” Jace says slowly looking from Myrah to Aemond then back to Myrah. “I’ll talk with you later.”

He instantly takes Jace’s place near her.

“How, umm, how have you been,” his stomach dips when he finally makes proper eye contact with her. He sends a silent thank you Amal and Gerald

“I’ve been ok. Esme, mom, and I went a little girls’ holiday last week so that was nice.”

He knows that. Aemond had went as far as to download tiktok to see her. Tiktok. Aemond understands the appeal of it now; he just needed the right subject to watch.

“Are you doing alright,” she asks as if she already knows the answer. Did he look as awful as he feels?

“I miss you.”

As soon as he says it he cringes a bit. Myrah’s eyes soften in that way that makes Aemond wish the ground would open and swallow him whole. Myrah looks away briefly, staring out at the sprawling garden and field attached to the tea room, trying to collect her thoughts. For a moment, Aemond wishes he had an ounce of the artistic talent she had. He’d draw her a million times over if that made her happy.

“Aemond,” she finally looks back at him. The glitter of her eyeshadow catching the sunlight. “Don’t make this any harder.”

“I just wanted to see how you were.”

The tense look on her face melts a bit as she laughs. “Be fucking serious. You came over because Jace was over here.”

Aemond’s mind gets a bit fuzzy at the sound of Myrah’s laugh. It chimes and soars like bells. It makes him smile, really smile, for the first time in weeks.

“Is that a bad thing?”

Myrah shakes her head softly. “You just have to remember a time where you didn’t like me very much.”

She says it in a joking matter but the sadness in her eyes say something else. It makes Aemond wonder if that is how she has been coping, if at all. Aemond can’t bring himself to this that binary, not know. Not while he can still hold on to a sliver of hope this isn’t permanent.

“I never disliked you,” he mummers, coming closer. “Not really.”

“After I did the portrait, Helaena told me that you said it was ‘a shame someone so talented could be so abrasive’,” Myrah raises a brow.

“And Helaena told me you called me uptight.”

“Abrasive and uptight, what a pair we make.”

Pair.

“But you liked me anyway.”

Myrah smiles. “Yeah, I did.”

Her eyes match her makeup as they glitter and sparkle. Aemond looks down, and brushes his fingers against the back of Myrah’s hand.

“You know I’m willing to wait for however long you need.”

Myrah grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze. It’s warm and soft the way he remembers it to be. And it hurts she knows he will, that is the horribly scary part. That not only is her head fucked at the moment, but she’s stringing Aemond along in the process. She should tell him to go sow his oats; don’t wait for her to figure herself out. But the thought of Aemond with someone else makes Myrah irrationally weak in the knees.

It’s selfish. Something she tries so hard not to be.

“Your hair is longer,” she changes the subject, reaching up with the other hand to brush a stray hair away from his face. “You should keep growing it out. Suits you.”

Myrah’s hand rest gently on his face. He grabs her wrist and kisses the inside of it. When she doesn’t pull away, he thinks she will tell him how much longer it will be. That she misses him too.

But it never comes.

She pulls both hands away, and Aemond feels cold. Physically and metaphorically. She slips away to go help with Helaena’s cake.

The night after the argument that lead to the break, Aemond went to his mother is boderline hysterics. He had never felt younger than when she laid his head on her lap. Like how she used to after he had a bad day in middle school.

“I know you don’t want to hear this now and it is cliche as hell,” she whispered. “But if things are meant to be, you two will come back to each other.”

Through the many candles over the butterfly cake, and the bright sparklers that were passed out, he looks at Myrah. Even though he feels disgustingly hallow now, he knows they will find their way back to each other.

He is sure of it.

There is def a timeline where modern aemyrah take a break and Aemond is like ‘she’s gone’ by hall and oates levels of screaming, crying, throwing up about it 😭😭

[ahumansvoid]

The unofficial Follow up

Tumblr is a fucking nightmare. It deleted this entire thing when I edited the fucking tags.

Anywho.  This is a follow up to Commander Fox Deal With A lot which itself is a follow up to my Interviews fic. 

I call it unofficial because a) I’m not sure if this is really how it’ll go within the Interviews Universe and b) If this happens in the Interviews Universe, it’d be after the Anakin follow up (That I am still writing, Anakin doesn’t like me okay? He’s a dama bitch whenever I try) Hence I’m not putting it up on AO3 right now.

But I still want to share it because idk how long the Anakin follow up is gonna take and I like what I wrote. And am rewriting this verbatim because someone reblogged this so thank you because I didn’t want to figure out what the fuck I wrote up here.

Also, if you don’t want to read those two fics but want to try this one out, all you really need to know is that the Coruscant Guard has become a Daycare. Other than that, this is a pretty independent work.

Now Idk what I wrote down here so bear with me if you’re rereading this after April 4th because this has some slight changes I’m sure. Also. I edited the thing here so, let’s hope I remember my edits.

Characters: Commander Fox, Clone OCs

Words: 870 (or somewhere around there)

Warnings: Mentioned Character Death.

Mando’a translations:

Vod -> Brother

Di’kut -> idiot (lit. someone who forgets to put on their pants)

Utreekov -> idiot, fool, emptyheaded

Gar mirsh solus* -> your brain cell is lonely

Jorbe** -> Reason

Ade -> child

*The one on Mandoa.org is actually Kaysh mirsh solus (His brain cell is lonely) but Gar means your and I figured it’d work. Let me know if it doesn’t.

**Yes I named a clone ‘Reason’ in Mandoa. Take a guess at what’s notable about him.

Now the story

“Explain. Now.” Fox really wanted to know what Ink and Hive were thinking. 

Both troopers shuffle a bit, glancing at each other, before Hive starts talking, “So, the safety lady came by to check if our base was safe for kids because the Chancellor wanted to be certain. We knew it would be so we didn’t care, but it wasn’t. The lady gave us a day to clean up before she came back to ascertain it was safe. It is now. But there were dangerous things in reach of the kids that no vod would leave out. So, Ink and I went through the security footage to see what di’kut was leaving dangerous shit around.” 

Ink takes over the story, “It was one of the Chancellors aids. She had come down and put dangerous stuff in easily accessible areas for children. It was deliberate. So,” Ink shrugs, “we bugged the Chancellors office and set up hidden cameras. We needed to know if he was telling her to or if she just really hated kids.”

Hive cuts in, “While we recorded everything, we set it up so it only triggered our comms when she went into his office. And when she did, we got this recording,” Hive holds out a holorecorder and turns it on. An image of the Chancellor and one of his aids came to life, paused for a second before Hive played it.

”And?” The Chancellor prompts.

“I set up everything you told me to. Their daycare will be shut down before the days out.” The aid states.

“Good. Leave.” With that, the aid leaves the office. 

And the recording stops. 

This still does not explain the actions those two had taken. Fox looked at both for more of an explanation.

Hive speaks up first, “We went through the recordings later and found him in an upset over the daycare not being shut down. I don’t have it on me but he was talking about maybe sending a bounty hunter to attack the base. Make it unfit for kids. We couldn’t let that stand, vod.”

Fox sighs heavily, “Let me make this clear. You two assassinated the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic because he threatened our base and daycare?” Fox really wanted to make sure he was hearing this correctly.

“He debated to himself on whether to attack the base when the kids were here!” Ink protests.

Which, while a good point, changes little. 

Fox groans, “You two are true utreekov. Seriously, gar mirsh solus.”

Both troopers were silent, but were clearly upset with the insults. But not fighting them.

First smart action from both of them. 

Would it of killed them to go through more of their recordings from the Chancellors office?

Fox and Jorbe had gone through it and found some rather damning footage.

Fox pulls out his own holorecorder and played a clip that Ink and Hive’s bugs and cameras had picked up.

Chancellors Palpatine stands up from his desk and goes over to a holocaller, pulling on a robe and pulling the hood up to hide his face. After pressing the call button, Count Yan Dooku appears. 

“Lord Sidious how might I be of service?” Count Dooku asks.

The Chancellor answers, “There will be a Jedi battalion lead by Master Gallia at Bo’lim. Win the system, she will not be able to call in reinforcements.”

Count Dooku bows, “Of course, Master.” with that, the holocall cuts out.

Fox shuts off the holorecorder and levels the pair of troopers with a Look.

“Did General Gallia-”

“I requisitioned reinforcements and changed certain travel plans for other battalions so she’d have backup.” Fox states, it had been one of the first things he’d done upon hearing that, “Now, please explain why you assassinated our Chancellor who was a Sith Lord and working with the enemy?” Fox’s voice was hard. He wanted these two to get with the program. They weren’t. He was not happy.

He rarely was. But that was beside the point.

“We assassinated him because he threatened our ade.” Ink states.

Fox sighs again. Seriously?

“You two are fucking morons.”

“Are we in trouble?” Hive asks.

“Yes you two are in deep trouble for assassinating our Supreme Chancellor who was committing treason against the Galactic Republic.” Fox was pretty sure his sarcasm wasn’t coming through his anger, but he really didn’t care. “The fuck do you think?”

Hive’s answer was hesitant, “No?”

Fox sighs heavily, “You’re both on latrine duty. Get out of my office.” 

It wasn’t really a punishment. Not the one they should have gotten for assasinating the Supreme Chancellor.

But Palpatine had been a traitor to the republic. Jorbe was leaking the illegal footage, making sure it had no connection to the Guard.  

Soon everyone would know the Chancellor was a traitor.

And a Sith Lord.

Fox probably should of punished Ink and Hive harder.

 If anyone found out it had been them and all they got was latrine duty?

Fox would be decommissioned with them. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to punish them more.

The Chancellor was a Traitor to the Republic Fox was sworn to protect.

Also.

Fox really hated the man.

[tobythewise]

Jace unintentionally making Clary cry and alec flipping his shit at jace because of it. For the jaces bday Drabbles please? ❤❤❤

Alec hands him a tissue, a scowl on his face. “What the hell happened to you?”

Jace takes the tissue, dabbing at his bloody nose. “Dude. I have no idea what I did but Clary just kicked my ass during training. She’s so small but so fierce when she wants to be.”

“What did you do?”

Jace’s mouth opens in shock. “What? I didn’t do anything!”

“Right. So she just kicked your ass for no reason?”

Jace wracks his brain, trying to think of anything. “Dude. There’s nothing. Today’s been a normal day!”

Alec pinches the bridge of his nose. “So you didn’t do anything special? Nothing at all?”

“No!”

Alec slaps the back of his head. “Well there’s your problem.”

Jace stares at his parabatai in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Jace,” Alec says, putting his hands on Jace’s shoulders. “Today’s your anniversary.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah. So go do something special.”

Jace nods his head. “Right. Okay. How much will I owe Magnus to get him to help me with something special?”

Alec rolls his eyes. “You already owe us babysitting hours.”

“Add a few more on?”

“Fine.”

Jace fist bumps the air, already planning how to wine and dine his lady and get back in her good graces.

[jadedjo]

Ugh KJA is the Troy Denning of the bantam era (and the Rian Johnsons of their respective eras). Reading their books is like a test to become a Jedi beacuse the characters act like dumbasses and apperantly have amnesia. It’s boderline crack fic at times.

I will say Rian Johnson is the worst of the group. Character assassination is unforgivable. KJA and Troy Denning just made weird choices and over powered the Jedi.

Maybe it was just my baby self that read those books when they first came out that made be forget their flaws because when I needed to skim JAT for a fic it was... not very good. It has its moments but you have to hunt for them. And in re-reading Crucible not to long ago all the characters should have been dead twice over at least.

I’m curious to know if those authors where Fans. Timothy Zahn has straight said he was a SW Fan in the TTT Behind the Scenes Audiobook. Make’s a difference in the writing and characterization.

[wanderingpages]

finally gotten around to reading prengantcy au .... it has given me stress-dreams about my birth control not working. 10/10 experience

- anon N

HAHAHA IM SORRY

Ngl pregnancy au is soooo hard for me to write cus I know I’m not sending out the right ✨emotions✨ and I end up goofing on it lmao I be like lol ~~hormones am I right fellow writers and readers who have experienced such???

Idk that’s also why they’re so short, out of order and lack plot and v v boderline crack but not as crack as ceo hahaha

But I do b tryin 🥺

[demonic-alex]

ok i think i cracked the code based on my own expererience, the entire tucute theory is easy to back up & follow without any actual proof bc its all about fake science made on the spot. thats why they are so stuck in their own ideas bc its just bullshit science theories MADE by people who, 100% of the time, didnt specialize in what they are talking about, but they somehow still think its their place to dictate the trans experience with made up science and their your trans if you identify as such & whatever. + it never crosses a tucute mind the origin, perpetuation & day to day transphobia. for them its easy to say that transphobia will always exist so it doesn't matter if you make it worse by doing the things they joked about "TRANSPHOBES DONT MAKE THEIR CLICKBAIT AND HATEFUL ARTICLES & NEWS. transphobes have always hated us & the idea that they have of us is smth shared and that has always been there, its NOT another TRANS PERSONS FAULT. AND nb, he/him they/them lesbians + she/her they/them gay men, ppl who use neon pronouns, non dysphoric people have always been here. trans history is constantly changing and envolving and choosing to IGNORE them for your boderline half assed terf theory is just idiotic." Tucuted always say that they side with science and history but dont ever bat an eye on the full details. Tucuted have a distorted idea of what is transphobia and they all spew the same arguments that IVE NEVER SEEN be ever BACKED UP BY ACTUAL SCIENCE & their idea of the lgbt history is so painfully distorted it gives me a fucking headache.

[rcppled-a]

        ✃ ✁ SORRY TO BOTHER YOU ⇢ @gothamoutllaw『DRABBLE』✃ ✁ 

The issue is simple - Joel’s been feeling love sick ever since Last Tuesday. Everyone with eyes and a functioning brain was able to pick up on it. His posture was slumped, the vibrancy behind his eyes lost its luster, and even the tone of his voice quieted into something dismal. He felt all shades of blue that could have out colored the crashing waves at the nearby shore. 

Half of those that knew of his newfound love for a particular person took pity on him, and those that didn’t merely rolled their eyes. Either way, the reactions didn’t quell the longing he felt burrowed beneath the cage of his ribs. Which was dramatic - very much so. Joel was very well aware of how ridiculous it was, but he still moped. He still dragged his feet from place to place, and stayed in the bed they shared for a few moments longer in the morning. 

It was pitiful. Honestly, it really was. Yet he kept up the act until his phone pinged or rang. And when it did, it was like life rushed back into him all at once. Eyes brightened when he went to snatch the device from wherever it laid. It could have been in his pocket, on the counter, across the room- hell, Oram could have had it in the trenches of the sea and Joel would still bust his ass to get his phone. 

If the notification was from Jason, he would skip in a field of flowers with his head adorned with itty-bitty hearts. He’d float on cloud nine until he inevitably landed back on earth; back into the reality that they were states, maybe even continents, apart. If the notification wasn’t from his boyfriend then he’d let out the longest, most wistful sigh in existence. The gloomy cycle would then resume with the addition of the world’s smallest violin that played in the recesses of his mind. 

And all of this just because he missed Jason. He missed the man so much he was about to drive all of the sea creatures into the ocean for good. Lior told him to just cheer up, Dane offered to go on an alcoholic free bar hop, and Hugh noted that it might help to busy himself did he tone down the whining. The only thing he actually listened to was the last out of the three, and tried to keep himself busy like Hugh suggested. Except that was always easier said than done. Work at the diner only took up so much time in a day, and when he had a day off he wasn’t too sure what to do with himself. He did a laundry list of chores, ran all of his errands, and even took Jack to the dog park for an hour and a half. After that he was about to resort to pebble kicking when an idea came to mind. 

Half an hour later and he rapped his knuckles on the front door of a modest home. Though he’s been here plenty of times before, there’s still a shiver of unease that rolled through him. The air here is different somehow; charged with a certain heaviness, ancient even. Yet the feeling dissipated once the door opened - only to reveal a man with a deep set scowl. 

“Hey, Vince,” Joel chirped with a polite smile on his face. “Thought I’d bring over some stuff since I was on this side of the town.” It wasn’t a blatant lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either. Still, Vincent seemed to accept the reason and let him through with Jack right at his heels. The door was closed and locked behind him as he toed off his shoes. “So how’s your day been so far?” An innocent enough question to start off a conversation in his mind. 

“Peaceful.” Came the flat response, but it didn’t carry the usual harshness. Joel might have decided to stop by without warning, but the company wasn’t despised. 

“Oh, cool, um, here.” The plastic bag of pastries was handed over as they ambled further into the house. "I got two boxes of Gyepi-manju instead of one since you said you liked it last time.” And also because he felt a little bad for the spontaneous visit. 

A small grunt was all Vincent voiced as he absently rifled through the goods. “Want something to drink?”

“Yeah, uh, water would be great.” 

And with that, he was left to his own devices as Vincent wandered into the kitchen. He decided to settle in the living room to wait - still with Jack at his side. When he sat on the couch, the Belgian Malinois sat near the coffee table; tongue lolled out and panting from the walk over. 

“So you just so happened to be on this side of town.”

The voice came from his right and nearly made him jump. Brows furrowed, he looked over and took the offered glass without speaking up. It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement; a keen observation that made it clear Vincent saw right through him. It shouldn’t have surprised him since he had come to terms with how the man seemed to just know things without being told. Yet here he was, pulse quickened from being called out. 

"I, uh.. yeah?” Talk about being cringe worthy. Joel was quick to advert his eyes once he took the water; fingers clasped tightly around the sides. “You in the middle of that?” A nod was made towards the partially formed puzzle on the coffee table. The only things completed were the edges and half of a sickly green license plate. Which led him to assume the finished image was a car of some sort. 

“Just started on it.” A slight pause. “You can help if you want.” 

A smile spread across his face at that; one that was more relaxed and not strung up on nervousness. “Cool.” 

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence as the puzzle was pieced together. Much to his surprise, his thoughts latched onto solving which piece went where. He wasn’t stuck in longing for the most part, and thoroughly enjoyed his decision to swing by so he wouldn’t feel as alone.

 Half an hour passed before Vincent decided to break the peace. “So where’s Jason?” 

Joel nearly took the knob off of the piece he tried started to slot. “Um, work.” 

“Since?”

A beat passed before he responded, “since.. Tuesday.” 

A knowing hum came from the other before they lapsed back into silence, but it didn’t last for long. “And that’s why you’re here?” 

Again, he didn’t answer right away and kept his eyes on the bumper he worked on. “Not.. the whole reason why.” The words quieted the more he spoke, barely above a mumble. 

“But a part of it.”

What was there to say back? He hit the nail on the head, and Joel didn’t like fessing up when it came to these kinds feelings. The errors of his past in similar instances were still scarred in his subconscious for him to talk freely. 

A deep sigh was let out as the puzzle pieces shuffled inside of half the box. “The tide isn’t suspiciously high and it’s not storming. Which means I’m not down in the dumps so that can’t be why you’re here. We met up last weekend so it could be that you missed me that much, but something in me doubts that.”

“Hey, don’t say it like that. I did miss you-”

“But not in that kind of way. I get it, Joel, no offense taken.” And the softened touch to Vincent’s features was even more proof that he wasn’t irked in the slightest. 

Shoulders slumped, he leaned against the back of the couch; features morphed into defeat. “Yeah, okay, fine. I just wanted company, and the others were just..”

“Too much?” 

Joel let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “Way too much. Dane offered to go bar hopping, Lior told me to cheer up, and Hugh said that it might help to do something- anything so.. here I am.” One of his shoulders rose and fell in a half assed shrug. 

“Bar hopping? I thought you didn’t drink, though?”

The confusion was understandable and expected given his history with alcohol. “I don’t, but I still like the atmosphere of them. Lots of shit goes on, lively atmosphere to just.. melt into after a long day’s work- that sort of thing. So sometimes Dane and I go bar hopping. He gets to chug whatever the hell he wants, and I get to slam down colas and ginger ales.”

“I.. see.” The look on Vincent’s face is golden. Everything was scrunched up as he tried to understand the appeal of such a thing, but he ultimately failed to do so. 

“It’s a fun thing to do when I’m in the mood for it. Just didn’t want to get dragged everywhere tonight.” Again with the shrug, but this time he used both shoulders. 

“Then what are you in the mood for?”

And there it was - the question of the hour. Well, more like the past week. Joel scrubbed his hands over his face and let out another sigh. He really didn’t want to answer that question, but he could feel the other’s gaze bore into him the longer he waited. Eventually he mumbled behind the cover of fingers, “you know..” 

“I’m not a mind reader, Joel. So technically I don’t know.”

A snort escaped him as he finally dropped his hands. “You sure? Because some of the stuff you say is boderline creepy and accurate,” Joel pointed out - which earned him a mild deadpan in return. 

“Being observant and physic are two completely different things, but back to the big rain cloud over your head.”

For a second he thought the man’s words were true and glanced up. “Is it that obvious?” He said in hopes it’d cover up the dumb action. It didn’t, but it wasn’t pointed out and made of at least. 

The shift on Vincent’s features might as well have been exaggerated given how little he expressed his emotions. “It looks like someone kicked Jack right in front of you, but instead of getting angry about it- you’re just severely depressed.” 

The words took him aback for two reasons. The first being that he had never heard Vincent use a metaphor like that in all his years of knowing the man. Secondly, it was frighteningly accurate as per usual. “Like I said- creepy.” Joel said as a last ditch effort to deflect and alter the conversation. 

Again, it didn’t work.

Vincent ignored the comment and returned his attention to the puzzle between them. “Have you talked to him recently?” The pregnant pause that followed was a clear indicator that Joel hadn’t. “And you haven’t contacted to him, because..?”

“Because I..” A sigh and then a frustrated groan. “I don’t want to bother him.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but you send everyone memes at the crack of dawn.”

“That’s different, though!”

“How?”

Well, shit. Joel didn’t have an answer to fire back. “It just..” Words faltered as he wracked his brain to explain the weird knot in his gut. “I don’t know.” Or rather, he didn’t want to know. Whatever turned the gears of his subconscious stayed behind the veil of denial. And he was fine with that for the most part. Clearly, Vincent didn’t share the sentiment. 

“Joel, I know we’ve talked about this briefly before, but I really don’t think you’re bothering him. Not in the way you think you are. Not like the way James made it seem like.”

Bingo. Bingo was his name-o, and Joel wanted to hurl. Every part of him went rigid at just the name of his ex. It took a shit ton of reflection for him to get over the breakup and that was years ago. Now Vincent was uncovering old wounds and airing them out all willy nilly. 

 “The amount of texting, or snapping, or whatever really isn’t as bad as you think. Besides, the only thing that changed about your relationship with him is that you’re both upfront about how you both feel. Nothing else has drastically changed- has it?” 

“No,” Joel answered without missing a beat. “Everything’s the same, we’re just.. really sappy on top of the usual.” And at that moment - it clicked. The way his expression cleared was an indication that it actually clicked. “Wow, James was dumb, huh? I mean with the whole.. I’m a constant bother and talk way too much thing, not the, um, drinking part.”

“That’s exactly what I said the first time you mentioned him, so yes,” Vincent confirmed, hoping that the irrational fear in the other lessened some.

Lips pursed, Joel reflected on it for awhile longer as he went back to the puzzle. The slow, methodical process helped him organize his thoughts. Eventually, he felt better about the whole thing. Enough to actually relax his shoulders and contemplate the idea of messaging Jason. And he ended up doing just that after a few more minutes. It might have just been a short text to see how Jason was doing and say that he missed him, but he felt better - less antsy and just a little less guilty ridden than before. 

[ahumansvoid]

Ah.

I love random plot bunnies.

Because I don’t know why,

But I am writing an established RexObi fic where Obi-wan had a month (+2weeks of phone sex) long physical relationship with Jango.

And Obi-wan has to tell Rex because Rex wants him to meet Jango but Obi-wan already knows him.

Rex is freaking out over his dad having sex with his boyfriend. Yes it was years ago but still!

Ah. Joy. Idk where I’m going with this fic.

EDIT: I keep seeing this post and it keeps reminding me that I have no idea what I’m doing with this fic and probably never will. So what’s the rational response when your bf reveals that he slept with your dad a decade ago?