#but they didn't accept them but also didn't counter offer?? like normally if you think an offers too low you give a counter to give them a

[devondespresso]

thank god i don't work tomorrow because i just got the biggest adrenaline rush at 3 in the morning from texting a fucking resale site seller about bundling lipgloss listings

[sparrowrye]

Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 5

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes.

Part 5: digging deeper

Part Pilot | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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I stared at my reflection in the bathroom. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue, which was a little longer than usual, along my sharp teeth. The sharpest ones were my canines that slipped past my lips when resting.

I touched around the base of my horns. The skin was tight near the bottom and paler than the rest of my skin. My horns jutted up, curved down a bit, then back up to a point at the very end. I tried bending them but they were sturdy, even near the tip.

I clicked my claws together then on the counter. It felt strange to have something that felt like elongated nails. I poked my arm until I drew blood, noting how quick it took to do so. My toes also had claws. They weren't as long as my fingers but they were definitely sharper. The skin on my feet felt extremely tough, almost rubbery.

I turned off the light and sat on the cushions by the window. I rested my head on my arm and stared off into the ocean. For the first time in a long while, I tried to think back into my memories.

I was only able to get snippets, though. I could envision myself in small, specific scenes but I couldn't remember anything past my first rounds of fighting. What did my parents look like? Did they give me to the rings? Did someone kill them? Was I born in hell? How much magic did I have and what kind was it?

I had so many unanswered questions.

I met Husker for dinner again. I couldn't stop looking at my claws as I tried to go about normally. Using a fork was new; long nails made it surprisingly difficult. Husker tried not to laugh and I caught him smiling several times.

"Did you know?" I asked him.

"No. Alastor told me he thought you might be a demon but I was skeptical."

"Why?"

"Well it takes effort to have a human appearance yet you always had one when you were asleep or unconscious. Plus you only used Slight magic when we fought."

"So Alastor knew."

"It was more of a theory." The Radio Demon materialized at the end of the table. "No one had ever heard of a human and demon being soulmates." My eyes fell to my plate. I hated looking at him and I hated hearing the word soulmates. "Once you've finished we'll head back to Rosie's."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight.” He almost sounded annoyed. “She wants to unravel your curse as quickly as possible. She said something about it putting a strain on your mind." He touched a pointed claw to his lips. "I'm sure it's nothing."

Husker rolled his eyes and took a gulp of his drink. I offered to help clean the dishes but he refused. Alastor wrapped an arm around my shoulders and practically dragged me outside. I peeled his hand off and walked up to the scorched symbol on the ground. It didn't look like anything I recognized but it was always there.

He pulled me against him by my waist and stuck his cane into the ground. The ground gave way and I held my hair to my neck. We teleported to a different location this time and I soon discovered it was behind Rosie's store. The quiet town had all their indoor lights and radios turned on.

Alastor knocked twice on the glass door before it opened for him. We walked right into the same meeting room as before. Rosie was setting down a hot teapot.

"Welcome back dearies," she curtsied. "Come in come in. I just took this off the stove. You'll love it."

"I have a matter to attend to but I'm sure you'll take good care of my darling," Alastor said. My darling?

"Oh of course. Go off and do your man's work. Us ladies will get to know each other better." She hooked her arm around mine and lead me to the chair again. "I'm sure you've got lots of burning questions." This time I accepted the warm tea. "But I have to warn you sweetheart. This time, when we go back into your memories, it's going to be a lot more dangerous."

"Dangerous how?"

"If you get too wrapped up in the emotions and feelings of your memories, you can get stuck there."

"Stuck? In my own head?"

"I'm afraid so," she sipped on her tea, "When I feel you starting to fall down that rabbit hole, I'll touch your leg to let you know. When you feel me touch you, I need you to reel your emotions back in. Do you think you can do that? If not, there's no shame in waiting for tomorrow.”

"No," I said quickly, "I'll be okay. I can do this."

"I believe you. Now. Let's begin."

She sat beside me on the stool and took my hands in hers. I stared down at my black claws as she asked me to go back in time. I closed my eyes and skipped through my teenage-hood and into my early childhood. I tried to push away the sinking sadness of my first friend's death.

"What did your first master look like?" Rosie asked.

"I know he had white hair. Long, white hair. He always had a scowl on his face and he dragged me around."

"What about your very first fight?"

"I was...I was against another kid. Another girl. She had short brown hair and looked...inhuman."

"Inhuman, how?"

"She...her eyes...they were red and...she just looked insane. Her hair was all matted and she was down on all fours. She was drooling a lot too. I remember she...she ran after me and started clawing and biting my arms. She went for my face and I shoved her off. She chased me in circles around the ring. I can still hear all the men cheering above. They were laughing."

"What did you do?"

"I uh...I grew tired and she eventually caught up to me. She grabbed my foot then went for my face. I don't remember much but I...I remember kicking her off then kicking her head. It bounced off the walls and then she didn't get up after that."

"When did you start to learn how to use magic?"

I paused for a moment. “I…I had a master before him? He…he was the one who taught me. Every so often he would come back during the day and take me into the ring. He showed me how to use it. First it was with wind. He told me to throw sand and dirt in my opponents' faces."

"What else did he teach you?"

"He taught me...how to use my sweat as a weapon...how to pull apart the earth so their foot would get stuck or so that they would trip...he taught me a lot."

"Did you warm up to him?"

"When he was teaching me I was happy. I loved learning how to use my magic. And he praised me all the time when I did well. Eventually he stopped being rough with me. It felt like...like he cared about me."

"But?"

"But..." I felt my heart sink with sadness. "But...he...gave me up...to someone not nice."

"Do you know why?"

"Yeah...he was...apparently just someone who trained children in basic magic then...then sold them off to the highest bidder. I was...I was so angry at him...I thought I was going to make him proud and live to be set free but...but I was nothing to him."

"Very good. Now, what can you tell me about when you first met him? When you first saw his white hair?"

I paused. "I remember...I remember looking up at him. He was such a tall man. I was holding someone's hand but I can't...I can't see their face."

"It's okay, don't push it. Tell me about the hand you're holding. What does it feel like?"

"Soft. But...tough? It's definitely tight."

"Good what about-"

"No. Wait...there was another man with white hair. But his...his was shorter."

"Tell me about him. Where were you?"

"I was...I was in a cage. I was...with someone. I remember seeing him come to the cage often. I was...the person I'm with would always get tense when he did. Why can't I see this person's face?"

"It's okay. Take your time. Tell me what this person is wearing."

"A short sleeve. Her skin is...covered in scars and bruises. She's...she's always stroking my hair."

"What else does she do?"

"She...she hums a lot. There's a small radio in the corner and she hums to it a lot. And...I can feel it in her chest when does. She rocks me back and forth until I fall asleep." I suddenly grew very sad and angry. My hands tightened and my hair on the back of my neck stood up.

"What is it, doll? What's happening?"

"He's...the man...he's wearing a white suite...exactly the color of his hair...and he's yelling with her. They're fighting. There's yelling. He hits her. She's arguing back but not fighting. Why won't she fight?"

"Stay with me dear." She touched my lap. I tried to lower my tense shoulders but it was hard.

"He picked me up and...he closed the door on her. She's screaming. Why is she screaming? Why is he taking me away from her? I can't...I can't reach her. I don't...where is he taking me? I don't want to leave her."

"Enough sweetheart, come back. Come out of the memory." She touched my shoulder this time. "Come back to my store. Come back to this world. It's all just a memory."

"I can't stop crying. Why...is that my mother?"

"Sweetheart, you need to come back. You're going in too deep. Stop the emotions."

"But...I want to see her."

"We'll look next time. We can come back next time but you need to take a break. Come out of the memory. Come back to the store. Blink twice and look up."

I stared at the figure reaching out to me through the bars. I was so close. I just wanted to touch her hand one more time. But it was just a memory. She wasn't really there. She might not even be alive at all.

I blinked twice and looked up to meet Rosie's dark eyes. She let out a huge sigh and patted me on the head. "That was a little too close for comfort."

I felt something brush against my leg. I looked down to see a black tail that ran all the way to my back. I stood up and spun around in an effort to look at it. I felt something pulling on my back and realized I had a pair of black wings to go with it.

"What the..." The black on my hands had stretched all the way down to my elbow now. I found the closest mirror and noticed a pair of long ears sticking up from my human ones. Was I a type of dragon?

"I see you're making lots of progress." Alastor's staticky voice cut through the silence.

"Quite a lot, actually," Rosie answered. "I must say, you sure got lucky, Alastor. She looks like she's got a lot hidden away in her."

"Which is why you're the perfect person to help pull it all into the light."

"How do I hide them?" I asked Rosie, still turning in circles to look at myself.

"Oh, uh..." she tapped her sharp finger to her sharp teeth.

"Picture them receding into your back," Alastor answered. I grimaced at the thought of listening to him but gave it a try. The tail shivered but did nothing.

"I'm sure it'll take getting used to," Rosie reassured me. "But I'm sure you're absolutely exhausted. You should go home and get some rest. We can figure out more later."

"Good idea," Alastor agreed. "Come along, darling." He put his hand on my back but I pushed it off. I thanked Rosie and walked out of her store, my wings hitting the edges on the way out.

"So, what did you learn?" he asked as he shut the door.

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious is all."

"You can stay that way," I mumbled. He grabbed my waist and sent us back to the cliff side manor. As soon as my feet touched solid ground, I pushed his hand off and walked inside. My wings hit anything and everything, frustrating me even more.

"Whoah, ain't you something," Husker commented from the sitting room. I didn't respond, clambering up to my room and locking the door behind me. My legs buckled and I collapsed onto the floor. I sobbed into my arms as the new memories replayed themselves in my mind.

Who am I?

[brifoxred]

Hello, average Tumblr user, I'm Brisa, and I'm here to bring you a non-sophisticated piece of writing.

Personally, I like to write, and today while I was rereading some of those short writings, I decided I wanted to share one with you.

I want to emphasize that I am using a translator because I personally do not speak or write English, and any corrections or recommendations are welcome. Thank you for your time

Hunter x fm!reader

Summary: Hunter and Y/N go through another miscarriage.

All characters are aged

Warnings: miscarriage, guilt, angst.

"So...what's going on?" Eda leaned on the island counter on her elbows, looking at Hunter.

"Pffft, What? Nothing happens" Hunter smiled fakely.

"Kid, I raised many children, I raised Y/N, King, I took care of Luz and you. Do you think I can't tell when someone lies to me? Plus...it shows in your eyes..." Eda grimaced a little and looked at Hunter waiting for a response. The grimwalker just looked at the table, sighed, took a quick look at the kitchen entrance, as Luz and the children were laughing in the living room, then he looked back at the counter and murmured in a low voice.

"It happened again." They were silent for a moment, Eda didn't understand what Hunter meant.

"The reason Y/N called you was because she was in the hospital" Hunter looked up and looked Eda in the eyes, then the truth hit her.

"Another miscarriage right?" Hunter nodded.

“Where is Y/N? Is she still in the hospital?" Eda asked worried.

"She said she wanted time alone. She...was blaming herself again." Hunter sighed heavily. "She even blamed herself for leaving before you answered the call."

"Ah...shit..." Eda looked down and then looked up at Hunter, who was looking at the counter with his fingers tangled in his hair. The old lady looked worried at the man and walked up to his side.

"Hunter, what's wrong?" Hunter shook his head and sighed, shakily.

"Nothing...nothing" The blonde ran his hands over his face and rested his fists against his mouth, biting them.

"Kiddo…" Hunter shook his head again, this time with tears in his eyes and pursing his lips.

"It's okay...tell me what's wrong..." Eda rubbed the boy's back.

"I...can't...i dunno...i dunno"

"Hunter, you should talk to Y/N about it, you know she would listen to you, if you te..."

"No, no, i can't...i can't tell her..." Hunter interrupted Eda, while covering his face. "I always thought about being a father, I never imagined going this far...two children, and the idea of ​​having more, I like it, but... I don't want to continue going through this. Seeing her like this, it hurts me, it hurts me every time it happens, I don't know if I can continue and now... Another one..." Hunter shook his head, crying.

"Titan, we can't continue like this, but I don't know how to avoid it either, because...if another one comes, It could survive, but It also don't... And i don't know what to do Eda, I don't know." Eda looked sadly at the brown-eyed man, she didn't know what to do either, the only thing she could think of was to offer him a hug, which Hunter accepted. Eda rubbed the blonde's back, while Hunter released the crying and pain he had kept inside him, not just the one now, no, he released the pain he had been accumulating since the first miscarriage.

The one where both, Y/N ​​and Hunter, discovered that their chances of having children were lower than those of a normal couple.

"Listen, kid, it's not okay for you to keep everything bottled up, I understand that you just want to stay stable, as support for Y/N, but you also have the right to feel, okay?" Eda tried to reason with Hunter, and he could only nod, unable to say a word.

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So...What do you think? Please let me know if you like it. I know Y/N isn't actually in it but I just wanted to share it because it's actually a scene from my oc, but that's not important.

[bennysmiller]

Sweet Nothing - Frankie Morales x Reader

You and the boys have a night in at Benny's place, and amongst the chaos during a movie night, you and Frankie manage to find some quiet.

"Beer?"

You look up from your place on the sofa to see Benny holding out a full bottle of beer.

Normally you'd accept, but alcohol made you sleepy and you had to keep your eyes open for the game of charades Santi had proposed to everyone five minutes earlier. You shook your head at Benny but offered a slight smile in return.

"You don't have to stay awake, doll. Always welcome to crash in my bed while we're all out here"

Benny knew. He always knew. But once again, you shook your head at his suggestion and promised him you were fine. But you weren't fine. You wanted nothing more to fall asleep in Benny's bed to the sound of your boys laughing in the front room. But you also wanted to be present. After their latest mission, you knew how important it was to spend as much time as possible together.

"Well, you know where it is if you need it." Said Benny, before moving on and offering the beer to his brother.

Ten minutes later, the game of charades had been abandoned and Santi decided to put a film on instead. You couldn't actually hear what was being said, because Benny and Santi were too busy arguing over what they thought was going to happen. Then Will joined in and you wished you had taken up Benny's offer to sleep instead.

You managed to get yourself up off of the sofa, and over to the kitchen for a glass of water. As you take sips, you can't help but stare at an equally tired Frankie. The way his curls poke out from under his cap, and the way his hand is resting underneath his shirt, just on his stomach. You began to wonder what it would feel like to put your hand there instead. Do it for him.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about Frankie like that. He'd been nothing but sweet and respectful to you since you had met. But every now and then, no matter how hard you tried to push them down, those thoughts would creep up.

"They're real fuckin stupid sometimes."

You looked up to see Frankie stood across from you with his hands on his hips. When did he get here? you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't see him get up.

You straightened up and put the glass down on the counter before agreeing with the man in front of you.

"I love them to bits but you're absolutely right." you said, earning a sigh from Frankie.

"I'm an old man now, just want peaceful nights in where I don't have to listen to a running commentary on whatever film we're trying to watch." He said, before taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair.

I could give you those kind of nights.

Before you realised what you had just said in your head, you jumped at the sound of a bottle smashing in the front room. Frankie rolled his eyes and chucked his cap on the table next to him.

"Too damn loud." He said, and ran a hand over his patchy beard. "Hey, you ever get those Taylor Swift tickets you wanted?"

You were about to turn around, but paused when he brought Taylor Swift up. It was something you had mentioned to him ages ago. You were both sat in a diner after a similar night with the guys, and needed to escape. So you sat and talked. All night. About anything and everything. You mentioned wanting to get tickets but didn't spend too long on the topic, so you went red when you realised Frankie truly was listening to you ramble on about them.

"Yeah, I did." You spoke quietly, but inside you were screaming. For so many beautiful reasons.

"Can I confess something? The night you mentioned those tickets, I went home and played a few of her songs. She's good."

"Seriously? You like her?" You asked excitedly. You wanted to die at the dimple that made an appearance on Frankie's face when he smiled at your enthusiasm that had suddenly shown up.

"Yeah," He chuckled. "You mentioned you loved Sweet Nothing. That's my song right now. I really am too soft for all of it."

He looked proud as fuck for slipping that lyric into the conversation, and also for how he'd clearly been studying your favourite artist.

You thought of the lyric outside they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming and realised that perfectly described your situation with Frankie. Pure chaos in the front room with Santi, Benny, and Will, but the kitchen? You and Frankie found five minutes of peace in the kitchen. It was your place. You made the rules that night.

[ash5monster01]

Perfect to Love

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

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"Bertha!" chuckles from teenage boys followed the sneer that came from Colin Matterson's mouth, football captain, and all around douche. Beth recoiled into her self as heads turned to look at her and her peers chuckled. People thought they were clever adding two little letters to her name, instead they were just mean.

"Eat shit Matterson!" Robin stood and yelled to which the boy just brushed off and continued on his way to a seat in the bleachers. Beth felt her breaths coming out in heavy paces but she appreciated Robin for sticking up for her. "Don't listen to him Beth, he's an asshole"

"You know I ignore him" Beth told her, adjusting the strap to her marching band helmet. Robin took notice of how her flute trembled in her hand despite the tough facade she was putting on.

"Still Beth, people like him aren't going to matter by the end of the year" Vickie piped in. Ever since the three had been placed beside each other in the line up they had gotten to know each other. They also learned that Beth was super cool despite being silent most of the time. Things used to not be so bad until Barb Holland passed away, leaving her to be the only bigger girl left in their grade.

"I know, just hurts that he's right" both girls instantly gave offended looks, quickly muttering off how she was one of the most prettiest girls they knew but sometimes those comments didn't hold a lot of weight opposed to the mean ones. Beth knew it was wrong to not think her friends were sincere but if Colin Matterson was the one calling her beautiful things would be a bit different. Being seen at all by somebody new would be different.

"Beth nobody is perfect and you in comparison to Colin Matterson is a thousand times better and I mean it. You have more personality and good qualities in your pinky finger than he does all together" Beth offered a smile because a small part of her knew she was right. Yet after years of opposite comments there was still a small part of her that believed Robin was just saying it to make her feel better.

"Thanks Rob" but Robin knew she still didn’t get through to the girl and that thought frustrated her more than anything. Beth deserved to be seen for the amazing person she was, somebody like that shouldn’t have to hide from the world because of some stupid standard of beauty. It pissed Robin off to no end especially when she knew if Beth looked how people thought she should look she would be the most popular girl in school.

Robin kept this in mind throughout the entirety of the pep rally, walking Beth to her car, and waiting for Steve to pick her up. She was frustrated not only trying to find a way for others to see how amazing Beth was but for Beth to see herself as such. Robin knew what hating yourself could be like, it took years for her to accept being gay. Some things you can’t change and the sooner you learn to accept them the happier you’ll be. Yet since she couldn’t come up with a sure fire way she continued to be frustrated.

“What’s with you?” Robing looked up from the returns she was stacking to see Steve leaned against the counter giving her a confused look.

“What do you mean?” she asked and he quickly chuckled, a shake of his head swaying some stray hairs loose.

“You’ve barely said a word since we’ve gotten here. Normally you’re going on and on about how cute Vickie was at band practice today. You being quiet is weird” Steve told her and Robin finally sighed, falling against the counter like she had finally given up.

“It’s Beth” Steve rose his eyebrows in a suggestive way and Robin shook her head against the counter top, a sign that it wasn’t like he thought.

“Beth Walker, you remember her?” Robin asked and Steve shook his head which only caused Robin to sigh harder.

“She’s my friend and easily the sweetest girl on this planet but she gets terrorized at school, she doesn’t even know how cool she is because of how terrible to other students are to her” Robin explained and Steve suddenly felt guilty for not knowing her despite being a grade ahead.

“Why are they bullying her?” Steve asked, curious as to what reason someone would have to treat a sweet girl badly.

“She’s bigger, kinda like Barb but shorter. They call her Bertha” Steve cringed at the mean name, even he could feel the sting of it.

“That’s awful Rob” he told her and she nodded as she lifted her head from the counter.

“It is and Steve she is so great. Like the coolest chick you’d ever meet. She drives a brand new corvette and the kids still treat her like shit” Steve smiled at Robins defense for the girl, the thought comforting him to know she’d do the same for him.

“Have you tried telling her this?” Robin let out a small groan as she started to pick at a stray string on her shirt.

“All the time but I know she doesn’t listen. I can’t blame her though, when the same people keep building you up and hundreds of strangers tear you down it doesn’t do much. That’s a battle meant to be lost” Robin wished that her words could resonate with the girl but the only way they would is if someone like Colin Matterson finally came around and started saying them. Then suddenly it hit her. “You used to be a dick right?”

“Woah, what the hell?” Steve held his hands up and Robin rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean Steve, you weren’t the best guy back in the day” Robin defended and he dropped his head.

“That’s way harsh Rob, you know I’m not like that anymore” Robin nodded and began to move around the counter to face him.

“Well yeah, you’re super cool now. But guys like Colin Matterson still think you’re King of Hawkins?” Steve thought about it before nodding, he graduated with the Mr. Popular reputation even if he still didn’t feel like he had it.

“Not that I’m proud of it but yeah, those guys all still think I’m hot shit” Steve said as he crossed his arms. “So what’re you getting at?”

“Meet Beth, hang out with her in public, if people see you with her they might realize it’s not her size that matters” Steves eyes widened, totally not seeing where this conversation was going.

“I don’t know Rob-”

“Please Steve, she’s so great. It doesn’t have to be right away, I can bring her to a movie night or something. She just deserves to be seen for who she is and I can’t help her with that but you can” Steve pressed his hand to his eyes, thinking about it for a moment before turning to her.

“One movie night, then I’ll think about it” he told her as he pointed a finger at her and she began to jump and cheer. “You’re something else”

“And you’re the best Steve Harrington, truly” Steve tried to hide his smile but he couldn’t help it as he watched Robin become so happy over the thought that she could help a friend.

If Robin had claimed this girl was so special maybe it was worth a shot. Hell he never even really thought of Barb as big, it was mainly Tommy and Carol that ever bullied people for things like that. Yet he realized he wasn’t much better never even realizing her when he knew most of her grade because of Nancy. The size didn’t matter to him, but if he didn’t like her and started bringing her around wouldn’t that be just like using her?

a/n: if this is a story you guys would be interested in plz let me know, I am also aware I have not finished my Rooster Series yet but I do have the outlines for the remaining chapters so I wanted to get a head start on this. I think the concept would be cute and I’m a sucker for the fact I think Steve Harrington would be all about plus size girls. I think this could be a cute short little series <3

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[littlebitsalt]

Can you make yandere boyfriend x gn reader? Like they both in relationship but as As time goes by, the reader feels that their relationship is boring because they think their partner is someone foolish always depend his life on reader, and someone who only try to impress them, in conclusion reader actually doesnt enjoy their relationship probably more like one-sided love? Reader felt only him that the one who try build the relationship (if you know what i mean) and reader trying to break up with him without make him offended (the rest its up to you)

Yandere boyfriend x reader

summary: You get tired of your boyfriend.

note: a lot of buildup,, and there are stuff at the end that might not be for everyone!!(death threats etc)

You were going through a rough patch when you first met him. At that time, you already graduated university a year ago studying something you were definitely not interested in, and spent most of your time struggling to become a civil servant.  You weren't much of a passionate person, and you had no means to achieve a higher position at work, so a civil servant who lives thin but short was the perfect option.

Everyday after your part time job you went to a small private study hall and sat on your favorite seat, secluded from sight. You got a one month pass every first day of the month and studied. There was a guy working at the counter, studying himself. You only talked to him when you payed for the montly pass. He looked like a decent guy, you thought. 

It all started when a drink with a note was on your desk. You thought writing love letters to someone in a library or a study hall was something you can see in memes with cringey quotes on the letter. You picked up the note and read it. 

Neat handwriting was on the small piece of paper. 

'I noticed you studying everyday, and I just wanted to ask if you have time tomorrow?'

The note was simple. But there was no clue of who wrote this note. You didn't know who wrote you a note, but you knew this person was either clumsy or wanted to be your secret admirer.

You studied for hours and prepared to leave like any other day. You noticed the guy working at the counter approaching you, clearly having something to say.

"Hello... um... I'm the one who gave you the note and drink..."

He mumbled, not making eye contact.

"Oh... um..."

"Do you have time tomorrow? We can eat dinner together..."

He said, his hand scratching his neck.

You accepted his offer without much thought, because why not. You needed something to distract you from studying all day long, and I date sounded like something you can count on.

Or.. you just liked how he looked. 

The following story was normal like any couple would. You ate dinner at a restaurant with that guy. You ate pasta if you remember right. You asked him about himself, and decided that you wanted to date him. 

He eventually told you that he spotted you a year ago when he was also studying at the same study hall, which he now works for (a part time job). He was studying for a exam a year ago, just like you, to get into a better university. 

He went to the same university you graduated. He also told you he wanted to talk to you, but only kept his feelings to himself for the months. After he got into the university he wanted, he decided to go for it.

You studied for your own exam coming up a few months later, and walked around town with him at dinner time.

Months passed after the guy at the counter became your boyfriend. He occasionally studied with you, busy comprehending what he learned in university. 

Everything went smootly for the first few months, while getting to know him better. Having someone in your life made your everyday life much more meaning. You felt yourself changing slightly everyday, just to go walking with him on your spare time.

Your rough road ended when you finally passed the civil servant exam after working hard for it for years. Now you had a job, and you had a boyfriend who likes you so much. You also had time to look around the world.

Now that you think about it, having so much to do and having so much chance enjoying doing something else may have drived you to getting tired of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend didn't change much at first, but when you and your boyfriend started to go to each other's places almost everyday, he changed in a more... tiring way.

There was nothing that extreme, but there was definitely something tiresome.

"What are you thinking about? I want to know."

Your boyfriend asked, while eating dinner at your house.

"Uhh.. nothing."

"I was thinking about going on a trip. Just the two of us. How does that sound?"

He asked.

"That's sounds good. You have graduation soon, right? We can go after your graduation."

You answered as you looked at him searching through his phone.

"What are you looking for on your phone?"

"To send you the details about the graduation ceremony."

"There's going to plenty of people there like.. your family and friends, so I'm kind of uncomfortable, don't get me wrong, i.. uh.."

You can see that your boyfriend didn't expect your response.

"My mom is the only person who's going to be there. Please? I know it might be a little uncomfortable, but I really want you to be there."

"Alright. Send me the details. I'll be there."

The university auditorium was crowded with people. You were standing at the bery back of the auditorium since you were late to the ceremony, and there was no room at the front. You watched the ceremony, trying to spot your boyfriend. 

After several speeches and celebrations, the ceremony ended. Luckily you found your boyfriend immediately as people went out of the auditorium.

"I thought you didn't come."

He said, leading you out of the auditorium.

"I missed the bus so I had to take a taxi. So.. where is your mother? Is she here?"

"I think she's somewhere else."

"Somewhere else? What do you mean?"

"He's here for my brother, not me. Does that make it clear..?"

He said, looking around to catch a glimpse of his brother. 

You never heard of his brother before. Or of his family.

"She's your mother too. Why don't you go see her?"

You said, still confused.

"Hey-"

You saw a guy waving at your boyfriend. His hair was long enough to cover half of his neck , and he had a smile on his face. That's his brother, you thought.

Your boyfriend's brother was nothing like your boyfriend. He was the exact opposite.There was also a little girl about 6 years old and a woman holding the girl's hand beside him, talking to themselves.

You turned to your boyfriend, who was taking a step back.

"I didn't expect that-"

You said jokingly. But you could see your boyfriend's face was not looking good. 

"Hi... "

Your boyfriend greeted them with a uncomfortable look on his face. His mother looked at you with a calm face, and the little girl hid behind her. You were standing there awkward too, not knowing what to do. Your boyfriend looked uneasy around them for some reason.

"Who's that beside you?"

His brother asked.

"I'm dating (name)."

"Oh, ok. You got a good looking partner. Want to join us for lunch? My sister wanted to eat at a restaurant."

"No thanks, the three of you can go."

"Ok then."

You walked out of the university, your boyfriend beside you. There was an awkward silence between you and your boyfriend, and you wanted it to break.

"That's your brother? And.. the little girl is your sister?"

You asked.

"Yes. They are."

He replied with a dry tone.

You were fighting between asking your boyfriend about his family and why he is uncomfortable with them or just keeping your mouth shut. You decided to keep your mouth silent. There may be a reason why he answered vaguely at the first place. You might as well let him be.

"Did you like him? My brother?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... no, just forget it."

"Huh?"

After meeting your boyfriend's brother, your boyfriend acted a bit different. Your boyfriend visited your place more often, even everyday, even when you wanted some time by yourself. You did not know why he was doing this, but you knew you were getting tired.

"Don't you think you're visiting my place too much sometimes?"

You said, while watching a movie with your boyfriend.

"Why? I just wanted to spend more time with you."

Your boyfriend got closer, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You know I don't like being alone. Plus, I can't manage myself alone..."

You agreed with the 'can't manage myself' part. Your boyfriend had a clumsy side to him, especially when you were with him alone. You didn't think of him as someone you need to take care of when you first saw him at the study hall. He seemed to be a stoic person, and he still is, but whenever you were with him, he made minor mistakes that you took care of. 

And you knew he liked it when you cared for him. You enjoyed it too at first.

"Oh, don't say that. You're fine off alone. I'm not here tomorrow anyways. I'm meeting a friend tomorrow."

Your boyfriend lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at you.

"You mean your friend from highschool?"

"Yes some of my friends from highschool."

"... ok then."

He went back to watching the movie without much response. You were relieved by his reaction. 

You sent your boyfriend back to his house and went to a cafe your friend runs. It's been a while since you met them, and you got a bit excited. You arrived at the cafe early, and noticed your friend giving instructions to a student who seems to be working here.

"You're here early. If you take a seat somewhere, I'll join you soon after I tell the newcomer what to do."

Your friend greeted you.

"Thanks."

You sat on the corner of the cafe, watching your phone until your others friends arrive.

"You were at the graduation, right?"

You heard a familiar voice and looked up.

".. oh,"

"I didn't know you go to cafes. You don't look like one."

He smiled as he took a seat in front of you without any hesitation.

"I'm here to meet my friends."

He looked around to see if anyone was around.

"My brother and I don't look alike, don't you think?"

"..?"

Why would he ask that.. out of nowhere? 

"We're not actually blood related. My little sister and I are."

He said, trying to continue the conversation.

"Oh, okay.."

He looked at your face too long. You looked far away without focus to avoid looking directly at his face.

"My boyfriend seemed distant at the graduation.. uh.. um.."

"He was always distant."

"Huh?"

"He never warmed up to the family. My mother married his father when I was 16, and your boyfriend was 17. My mother had my sister two years later."

"Oh.. ok."

"He never talked to the family properly for some reason. He ignored my sister all the time when we were both in highschool."

He talked in a dark tone and sighed.

"Can you tell my brother that he should talk to the family properly? You can give me your number and I'll give you more details."

He handed you his phone for you to enter your phone number.

"Uh.. I'll have to think about talking to my boyfriend though."

You were hesitant but put your phone number to his contacts.

"I'll talk to you later."

Your boyfriend's brother left as your friends walked into the cafe. Your friends all got a glimpse of him when he left and immediately asked questions.

"Who's that? Is that your boyfriend you've been talking about?"

"No, uh.. he's my boyfriend's brother."

"Well he's hot."

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You noticed your boyfriend waiting outside of your apartment. He was looking around, very anxious. You walked towards him.

"I didn't know you were here."

You said, opening the door to the apartment building.

"... I was wondering if we could spend some time."

"Ok, but I don't think I'll stay up late. I'm tired."

You and your boyfriend took an elevator and arrived at your place. You opened the door with a key and led your boyfriend inside. 

You changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the sofa. You thought about the encounter with your boyfriend's brother. He seemed alright, a cheerful, energetic guy worried about his family. 

You still couldn't decide. Was it right to interfere with a family problem when you know nothing?

"What are you thinking about?"

Your boyfriend asked, sitting next to you.

"It's nothing."

You replied. You didn't want to tell your boyfriend that you talked to his brother. Not yet.

"I know there's something going on in your mind."

"Maybe your assumption is wrong. I'm just tired. Let's go to bed."

You lay down on the bed, beside your boyfriend. Your boyfriend drifted off to sleep right after, but you couldn't. You picked up your phone and scrolled down social media without any particular reason. 

You checked your unread messages to see if you missed any and find an account(that you didn't know) messaged you. You checked the profile to see who it is and quickly found out it was your boyfriend's brother, who contacted you after he got your number.

'I found your social media account on my accounts you may know list. Do you mind if we talk? I want to talk more about my brother.'

The message was sent about half an hour ago.

You replied with a simple ok and waited for his answer.

Your thought if your boyfriend can restore his relationship with his family, he would be visiting your home less, and spend some time with his family. Then you can have some time by yourself. Your boyfriend's brother may have a solution, and if your boyfriend gets a healthy relationship with his family, he'll be less dependent...?

'Can we meet? It'll be better if we talk face to face.'

'When?'

'You can decide. I'm available any time at the moment.'

'Then let's meet tomorrow at 12. I have a lunch break, so we can talk for some time. We can meet at the restaurant nearby my workplace'

'Alright.'

After the conversation ended, you charged your phone and closed your eyes.

-

You saw him walking towards to where you were standing. He was a few minutes late, but you didn't mind.

"So.. uh.. should we go to a cafe, or should we just talk here?"

You asked. It was awkward talking your boyfriend's brother when their relationship was estranged. No, their relationship might've been non existent in the first place.

"Let's go to a cafe near here. I know a place."

"Okay. You can lead the way."

You looked at his face from time to time while walking to the cafe. 

You could see why your friend said he was good looking without hesitation. He was the type of person who would catch everyone's eye.

"So... what do you have to say about my boyfriend..?"

You asked. 

He took a deep breath and started talking.

"Did you consider talking to my brother about me.. or his family?"

"Uh.. I didn't tell him yet."

"He distanced himself from me and my mother when my mother remarried his father. I'm a year younger than him, and we were in highschool at that time."

"Oh ok... He might've been stressed from things happening, I was stressed when I was in highschool too so.."

You said, looking away from the man in front of you. 

"Yeah, maybe, but he didn't even treat us like proper family. We tried, but I guess he didn't want to talk to us."

".. um.."

"I know this might be too much.. but my mother and.. father really wants to talk to him. And he won't answer our calls."

"Was there something that.. could've upset him?"

Your boyfriend's brother made a confused face at your question. He wasn't expecting that question, you guess.

"No, not really. He went out to live alone when he graduated highschool."

.. and he hated my sister so much too.. I don't know why still. I just want to sort things out by talking to him."

He said, looking down.

"... oh... I'll talk to him then. Your family wants to reach out to him so..."

You said, hesitantly.

Your boyfriend's brother looked up at you, smiling brightly.

"Thanks, I really am.."

His hand brushed yours as he thanked you. 

You went out of the cafe after some time and walked back to work. 

Your mind was full of how to tell your boyfriend about the situation without him getting upset. His brother really seemed genuine. 

"Hey-"

You lightly touched your boyfriend behind his back. He looked back, grabbing your arm.

"Where have you been..."

"Just shopping some groceries."

You scanned his outfit.

"Do you like these kinds of clothing? I've never seen these before."

Your boyfriend was wearing a different style, more colorful, cheerful and light. He always wore dark and moody clothes, so you were quite amused.

"I wanted to try something new... do you like it?"

He asked, holding onto your hand.

"Well uh.. it does fit you."

Your boyfriend smiled at your comment.

You walked with him to his room, stirring up the courage to talk about his brother.

"I need to tell you something."

You said.

Your boyfriend looked at you, ready to listen.

"I... uh met your brother the other day, and he wanted to talk to you. He said your family wants to reach out..."

You finally said it. 

"..."

To your suprise, your boyfriend's smile crumbled immediately. He grabbed onto your hand harder as he processed what you've just said.

"You met him? When...?"

"... your brother wanted to talk to me about you. He wanted to amend things with you so much."

You said. 

"..."

"You ok..?"

"Why did you meet him in person?? Do you like him?"

He said, his voice getting sharper every second.

"No, no I just wanted to.."

"Do you want me to go away? Talk to my failyso you can spend time someone else....?"

"... no, it's not like that."

You didn't expect him to react like this.

"..."

An awkward silence went by.

"I won't talk about this... again.."

You said, breaking the silence.

Your boyfriend tried to respond, but kept being silent instead.

You did not expect him to be upset like that. Or maybe you should've expected it coming. 

You walked beside him, keeping a bit of distance. 

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"You should keep some distance with him."

Your friend said, preparing coffee for you.

"I don't know... he hates when I say that."

Your friend sat beside you, giving you the coffee. You took a sip, thinking about your boyfriend.

"Why don't you join my barista class this Saturday at 5?"

Your friend offered.

"Barista class?"

"Yeah, without your boyfriend. You'll get some time relaxing."

You accepted the offer, thanking your friend.

On Saturday, you left your house at half past four to visit your friend's cafe. You put on earphones and played the song that matched your mood. Until you got a call from your boyfriend.

"Hello?"

You answered the phone.

".. c.. can you come over, just for a minute...?"

Your boyfriend responded with a weak voice.

"Are you okay?"

You could hear him coughing through the phone.

"I'm sick...."

"Oh, uh... why?"

"I don't know.. A cold I think. I serious one. Can you please come over...?"

He pleaded.

"I have a barista class today... you sure it won't take long?"

"Yes-! Please come over."

".. alright then."

You ended the call and headed to your boyfriends apartment. 

You opened the door to his apartment room to see your boyfriend right behind it.

"You came..!"

Your boyfriend hugged you tightly.

You push his body away from you slightly, looking at him to see how much he's sick.

"So... do you need anything?"

You asked. 

"Can you stay...?"

Your boyfriend said, his head looking down.

"... are you even sick?"

You look at him again. He seemed fine.

"... I am-"

"You look fine."

You frowned at the thought of your boyfriend lying you just so he can spend more time with you. 

"No, no I'm not.."

He sais. His eyes couldn't find a place to look.

Why would you lie to me like that?"

You asked in a irritated voice.

"have class today."

"..."

"... I'll come back after class. I need to go now. I'm late."

You pushed your boyfriend who desperately wanted to follow you inside his room. Then you ran to your friend's cafe, hoping that you'll be on time.

"I'm here-!"

You said as you opened the door to your friend's cafe. 

"I didn't expect to see you here."

A familiar voice greeted you. It was him. You boyfriend's brother was trying out different recipes in the cafe. 

You walked over to him, sitting next to him.

"It didn't work out. I don't think I can help you anymore."

You said, putting your bag on the floor.

"Oh, that's.. okay. He'll warm up when the time's right. I'll try again."

You focused on the class, trying to forget about your boyfriend. You couldn't understand why he was acting like that. He wasn't like this when you first met him. He was pretty calm and reserved. Now when you look at him, he looks like he's anxious.

"Is something wrong?"

Your friend asked. The lesson ended, and the only ones left wereyour boyfriend's brother, your friend and you.

"... well actually.. I don't know if I want to be with him anymore."

You said. 

"Woah. Really?"

"... I don't know actually. He lied to me just so I can visit him."

"That's.. Um.."

"I just get so stressed when I'm with him..."

You packed your bag and put the coffee and dessert you made inside it.

"Why don't you just break up with him?"

Your friend said.

"Huh?"

"I mean.. if you're so tired of him.. why would you stay with him? Just to make him feel better?"

"..."

"I think finding some else is better for him too."

Your friend said in a stern voice.

"... you're right."

You murmured.

You knew you're getting tired of him every moment you're with him. But you couldn't bring yourself to say that you didn't want him boldly.

"But.. I don't want to blurt it out to him...? You know? I want to tell him as nicely as possible."

"You can tell him.. that you think you and him don't get along well and you want some space. He'll understand at some point."

You nod at your friend's advice.

You walked out of the cafe, memorizing what to say to your boyfriend.

"Can I join you?"

Your boyfriend's brother was standing in front you.

"I think you're going this way, right? I have to go this way too, so I figured it'll be less boring if I have someone to talk to."

"Oh, okay."

You walked beside him, walking fast.

"Sorry for eavesdropping, but are you actually going to .. break up?"

He asked.

"Oh- I guess..."

"That's good. He can be overreacting sometimes."

"...?"

"If you're going to break up with him soon, why don't you see a show with me tomorrow? My friend told me he couldn't, so I need someone."

"I'll.. think about it."

"Okay then. Tell me if you can."

He disappeared into the crowd of people while you walked over to your boyfriend's place. This is the time to end things without anyone getting hurt.

You open the door to your boyfriend's room. You took a deep breath and walked towards him.

"... Are you okay? Are you feeling any better?"

You asked.

"No.."

".. I have to tell you something. It's important."

"Do you believe anything he say?"

Your boyfriend asked. You were taken aback.

"W.. what do you mean?"

".. I followed you for some time. I saw you with my brother. It's all because of him, huh?"

You took a step back.

"... I think we need some time...to think about this relationship."

You said as calmly as possible.

"No, we don't- You can't.. you can't leave me like that."

He said, walking closer to you.

"What do you mean I can leave you like that."

"Do you really listen to what your friend says? And.. do you really believe my brother?"

"It's not like that- you're acting too clingy lately.. I just want some time alone."

"..."

"I'm going home."

You walked to the door, and tried to open it, but your boyfriend blocked you from walking out of his apartment.

"Don't leave."

"Hey- stop blocking the way."

You said sternly.

"If you leave.. I might die."

"Are you threatening me?"

He grabbed your arm and dragged you back to his room.

"I'll never let go of you, after all we've been through. If you leave, don't expect me to do nothing."

"That's nonsense."

"Nonsense...?" 

Your boyfriend walked over to the kitchen and searched for a knife.

"What are you doing???"

He ignore you and picked up a knife, holding it hard.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"Drop that-"

You took a step back, slowly getting away from him.

"I'll just use this knife on your friend, and him that planned all this shit. Then I'll die too."

He said, his eyes filled with resentment.

"I don't know what you're talking about... just put the knife down and we can talk about this."

"So you can find a way to escape?"

"No, no-"

You were shivering. 

"If you say you're going to stay with me, I'll drop the knife for now."

He said, looking at you.

"... r.. really?"

He put the knife on the table and held your hand.

"Let's live together from now on. And you'll spend time with me all day."

You saw your boyfriend's smile.

It was creepy.. It gave you chills.

You nodded. 

"Okay.."

[welcomingdisaster]

Hey, it's the Anon who sent that message about not commenting on or acknowledging things. I wanted to apologize, that wasn't a fair thing to send to you. I do notice when other people aren't noticed (can't help it) and I do still think it's important to publicly praise each other but your answer and the responses to it have made me think my experience isn't normal and probably influenced by my own insecurities more than anything. Sending a rude Anon ask was a cowardly move and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't have the guts to say it off-anon but I hope you'll accept the apology anyway.

Hey anon - thank you for the follow up! I can honestly say that I am happy to hear you read my message and engaged with it. No hard feelings; apology accepted.

I also want to say that I honestly think I do need to engage with other fic more, and be more vocal about it. I've been slowly putting together a rec list of some of my favorite stuff I read this year, and I have a list of fics I want to try to read/comment on before the end of the year/during a little staycation I'm going to be going on.

A lot of this I was planning/thinking to do before I got the anon. Being a little bit more vulnerable than I usually like to be in public -- my brain does this fun thing where I get really guilty about not doing something (say, commenting on a fic written for me) and then that guilt gets really paralyzing and overwhelming, and I go longer without commenting, and I get more guilty, and it gets harder to do. I know realistically the only solution is working through it - I know I'm going to be happy and fulfilled to do it. But sometimes this makes me shut down and just want to play alone in the safe fun corner or my blog, lol.

Anyways, I think getting the anon was probably somewhat helpful and somewhat counter productive to me actually making progress in those areas, and that's absolutely not on you, but comes down to my own personal issues and the way my brain works (or doesn't, lol). I think I have a plan re: what I'm going to do to get to a 'clean slate' where I've done my end of the bargain and can engage more. I think breaking down the huge task of everything I have fallen behind on into small pieces is going to be helpful.

This is not because I do not enjoy engaging with other people or promoting them. This is my own executive function issues and weird social/emotional baggage that sometimes gets in the way of me doing things I really really really want to do.

I don't know if I should be saying any of this publicly. It is honestly anxiety inducing to post all of this personal shit onto a blog that hundreds of people follow (though I doubt too many are going to be reading this) - as silly as it seems right now it is hitting me into a lot of insecurity and fear, which is tied to my own baggage about failing social commitments. Once again, this is absolutely not on you.

Anyways - thank you for reaching out and thank you for apologizing. I think I felt last time like I gave you only half the answer, offered too little of the truth, was too defensive, didn't acknowledge enough to my own fault in this. Having reflected on it more, I really do feel like I have failed a lot of people I like and care about. I think I can do better.

If you see me this take this down, it is likely because I started feeling off about a lot of random people reading it (no offense, random people, ILY and all). I wish there was a way to respond privately to an anon.

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

Voltron legendary defender

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Character/s

Keith ; 21 ; He/They ; Little

Lance ; 18 ; He/Him ; Cg

Hunk ; 17 ; He/They ; Cg/Neutral

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⚠Content Warning⚠

Anxiety Attack

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Plot Summary

The boys are up pretty early. Keith woke up with an anxiety attack.

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Early morning came and Lance, surprisingly, found himself awake. He was unsure why or how, but accepted it as it was. Instead of making himself dwell on it too long, he decided to just get ready for the day anyway. The process was long but made him feel great.

When he was finished getting ready, it would've been sun rise. Or he thinks anyway. Being away from earth so long made it difficult to remember things like sun rise or keep track of time. It was habit to go off other times now instead. He could admit, he missed the sun. Well anyway, being all ready for the day Lance shuffled through the hallways of the castle. He didn't really expect to find anyone awake. The last thing he wanted was to wake Keith. He needed, and deserved, the rest after everything.

During his adventure through the castle, he spotted light spilling out through the cracks of the kitchen door. For a moment he thought that maybe the light just didn't get turned off the night before. So Lance walked through the door as it a opened up for him automatically. He looked around before reaching for the panel to turn off the lights. Before he could, he spotted Hunk cooking.

" Hunk? " he asked, soon watching the larger man jump in surprise.

" Oh, morning Lance, " he greeted awkwardly. His hands stopping whatever he was trying to make. He had food all over him, mostly food goo.

" What are you doing up so early? " he asked as he walked over to the counter tops Hunk stood. The doors shut now that he wasn't so close to them.

" Oh, I don't know. Couldn't sleep I guess, " Hunk shrugged out. He gave one of his signature warm smiles before looking at his hands. Lance definitely didn't have a clue as to what he was trying to make, but the other seemed a little frustrated. He opened his mouth to ask, only for his mind to be read.

" Trying to make an earth recipe again. It's not going that well, " Hunk sheepishly admitted as he lowered his head. Embarrassment easily took over his body language.

" That's okay, anything I can do to help? " Lance offered soon after with a smile.

" Hmm, maybe, " he mumbled back as he tried to think about it.

In the end, Lance "helped" by supervising and occasionally handing Hunk things when asked. Sometimes he helped figure out how to get it to taste right, but otherwise he didn't have a clue as to how he was managing to make the dish. He occasionally hummed to himself while leaning over the counter, resting against it. It was comfortable, took pressure off his lower back.

Neither had noticed how late it got in the morning until Keith came shuffling in. Normally, Keith was one of the first people awake. Then Shiro and so on. The pair perked up, blinking at him. Hunk just smiled and greeted him kindly. Lance on the other hand pushed himself up right. On instinct, he found himself trying to make sure Keith wasn't little. He couldn't really tell. Maybe he was borderline?

" Mornin, " Keith mumbled. " Anythin for breakfast? " he asked after, calmly and quietly. Clearly he just woke up.

" Yeah, I have something finished here. Just a second, " Hunk beamed with a smile. He looked around, quickly making the older a plate to eat.

That left Keith and Lance staring at each other. Lance didn't really realize he was doing it. Not until the shorter nervously looked away with a few blinks. The nervous expression didn't last long after Hunk turned back around. He handed him the plate with ease.

" Here you go! " he beamed.

" Thanks, " he mumbled shortly as he took the plate. He seemed to linger for a few seconds, worrying Lance very quickly. He also received a side glance from Hunk, also expressing worry.

" Can I stay? " Keith asked awkwardly. Both smiled happily.

" Of course! " Lance told him. He threw an arm around him, behaving annoying as always to the older young adult. He got a familiar expression of annoyance too. " Need a stool too? " he chuckled.

Keith huffed and shoved him off. He set his plate onto the counter then tugged over one of the stools. He sat down at the counter, poking at his food. Lance still felt worried. He looked off, even body language wasn't right.

Maybe he really did spend too much time analyzing Keith.

" You alright Keith? " Hunk finally asked as he moved to wash his hands. Lance on the other hand was leaning against the counter again.

" Peachy, " he was dismissed.

" You know you can talk to us, " he pointed out.

" Okay, thanks, " Keith sounded irritated.

Lance chewed the inside of his cheek for a few seconds. Awkward, that's the only way to describe the atmosphere of the kitchen right now. The pair decided to leave him alone, in the end.

After some time passed, both often being met with harsh words from the older in the room, things were getting frustrating. Well, until it got pretty quiet. Both him and Hunk were staring at Keith, who's hands were shaking a little bit. It wasn't difficult to notice he was having a hard time. He just wished he could go over and scoop him up and whisper how everything will be okay.

" Keith.. " Hunk began, moving to lean over the counter he had finished cleaning.

" No, " Keith huffed out, practically pouted.

Crap, he knew the look of that. His hands twitched to move, but he wasn't sure Keith wanted him to do anything.

" Keith, come on, " Hunk huffed at him. " Something's clearly wrong. I just want to help. You don't have to tell me what's going on. I just want to know how to help, " he ranted a little bit.

A long silence came. A pause, really. Lance moved to get up, but the sound of Keith dropping his fork onto the plate stopper him. It made him flinch, well, both of them really.

" Just anxious, " Keith finally admitted. " Don't know why or how, just am, " he mumbled before rubbing at his face.

" Is there anything I can do to help? " Hunk pressed.

" I don't know. "

" Okay, that's okay. "

The two stared at each other now. Lance had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling. It warmed his heart to watch Keith warm up a bit more to the others. He remained still now, well, until he spotted the glances toward him. This also resulted in them staring at each other instead. A silence conversation seemed to flow between them.

Permission. Perfect.

Lance shuffled over after pushing himself off the counter. He moved over and gently rubbed the hot headed paladin's back. Soon, he leaned into him and rested his head against his shoulder.

" This is scary, what did you do to get him to like you? " Hunk teased with a snort.

Taking a deep breath, he began to explain. " Hunk, do you remember that childish girl I was with at home? "

" Yeah, why. "

" She was an age regressor. It isn't anything gross. It's just when someone mentally reverts to a child to help themselves cope with stressors. "

" Oh, I see, " Hunk blinked as he stood up fully. No judgement was seen on his face. He doubted this man was capable of judging, let alone bullying.

" That explains a lot. I'm assuming you're bringing this up because of Keith? "

A short nod to confirm. Keith didn't say a word. He stared at the counter instead. His hands were rested on it. Well, until he was tugging at Lance's shirt. The action made the taller wrap his arm firmly around him. The pressure helped.

" Okay, I understand, " Hunk nodded. " I'd be happy to help regardless. You're my friends, " he beamed. It was so sweet it felt almost painful.

" Thank you, " Keith mumbled. " For being nice. "

" Don't thank me for the bare minimum, " Hunk snorted. " As long as you're happy, I'm happy.

The three unintentionally nod in unison.

Another moment of awkward silence. It felt difficult, more so as Keith pushed himself away and ran his hands through his hair. Hands that soon Lance took into his own. He rubbed the knuckles gently, hoping to sooth him.

" Do you want to try breathing with me? " Hunk offered.

The larger man moved around the counter, tugging off the apron as he moved. He set the cloth onto the counter as he reached the two. All he got was a small nod. It wouldn't be surprising if the little was becoming desperate to do anything to calm his nerves. With gentle touches, Hunk guided Keith to sit facing him. He held his hands now, so small in his larger ones. With a smile, he slowly guided him to breathe. In for a few seconds, out for a few seconds. Keith focused on counting it more than breathing. It helped. His hands became still as his nerves settled, for now at least.

Once calm, Lance wrapped his arms around him.

" See? Not so scary, " Lance teased, earning a pout by Keith.

" Teddy bear, " Keith mumbled, mind clearly having slipped. He didn't seem to be as small as he normally would be, however. Lance didn't stop holding him from behind. One of his hands rubbed his shoulder too.

" Me? " Hunk asked, blinking.

" Mhm. "

" Aww, " he cooed as he wrapped his arms around them both. Lance yelped, Keith squeaked, but neither pulled away. Giggles came from them both at the bear hug. Tight, but more crushing for the little one. " I'm honored to be your teddy bear then! "

" Best bear, " Keith giggled quietly, moving to hug Hunk back. " an warm, " he mumbled.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

on our fates alight- late arrival (1)

A wave of exhaustion made Mathye wobble as he tucked Riven in. First taking care of Alisaie, then Riven, both absolutely heartsick- Alisaie more than his sister, his own memories of the mercy kills he'd had to perform during the war coming back to haunt him…

Enough. Halone's voice was an unyielding command. Sit down. Rest.

"My lady." Mathye murmured. Gratefully he obeyed, his robes rustling as the bed dipped beneath him. Then he started as a glass appeared in front of him.

"Fruit juice." Sebastian offered. "Or so they say. Tasted like no fruit juice I'd ever had before.”

"I thought I told you to sit down." Mathye said, accepting the glass.

"And I told you to go fuck yourself. I'm fine. So is Odin." Sebastian countered. Seeing Mathye drain the glass dry, the darkness Dominant turned. Striding toward the dinner table, he picked up the jug of juice that was on it, coming back over to Mathye.

"How is she?" Concern was in his voice as he looked at Riven.

"She'll be better when she wakes up. Both of them-her and Alisaie. " Mathye watched Sebastian top up his drink. "I still want to smash that bastard’s face in, however."

"The tainted Light?”

"She said it wasn't bothering her or Valefor." Mathye drained the glass again. "I can sense it in her aether but it seems inert. But to be on the safe side, I told her not to Prime." Sebastian offered more juice, and Mathye nodded, "In fact, we probably shouldn't be Priming, period. At least not until we can talk to Zoissette."

"Little hard to do considering she fucked off to only gods-know-where Y’shtola is.”  Seeing Mathye shake his head at another refill, Sebastian went to put the jug back down, but not before getting his own glass.

"Also, not Priming might be too tall an order."  He added. "There's how many Lightwarderns left? And with how beat up Riven was from fighting only one?”  Mathye frowned, looking down at his empty glass.

"I would prefer we not Prime because even though the night's been returned to this area, there's still an overabundance of Light in the aether here." He began.

You think us drawing on the ambient aether might corrupt us. Halone whispered. Mathye nodded.

What if we limited our time exposed? Odin asked.

"A possibility, but Zoissette’s far better at figuring such things out than I. And I'm thinking we need to make it a priority to find her first, despite whatever the fail summoner tells us.”  Mathye exhaled. “We find her, we can better navigate the aether of this world without any permanent damage.”

"Did you see his reaction when he saw us?" Sebastian asked.

"I saw. He didn't expect us here."

More than that. He was lying when he said the spell malfunctioned when it came to you all. Augustine is already suspicious, and both Reinhardt and Zurvan are on alert. Halone added. Mathye exhaled, bending over.

"I can't help but feel we got here too late." He began, glancing at the sleeping Riven. "We came too late, and now she's got the aether of a Lightwarden inside her. And has agreed to kill the remaining four. I trust that damn Exarch as far as I can throw him.”

“Could ask him where Y’shtola is, then head out in that direction.”  Sebastian offered. “He can’t stop all of us.”

“Maybe.” Mathye mused. “Thancred and Urianger aren’t around here either. Part of me would feel better if we’re all together, considering what happened to break us apart in the first place.”  A thought occurred to him, and the priest straightened.

“Speaking of Zoissette…did you lose her aether too?”

“I could sense her in the forest, but then it was like she was swallowed up by Light.”  Sebastian replied. “Hopefully she’s found Y’shtola and unPrimed, but with how much the machine was taking over…”

“It’ll be a while before she’s back to normal. And we can’t track her when she’s not Primed.”  Mathye sighed, rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes. “Shite.”

The best option right now is to gather as much information as we can. Odin was a whisper in the men’s minds. If your suspicion about the Light-aether corrupting us is correct, then you both need to rest. We will have to rely heavily on your resources if you call us into more active service.

You more than us. Halone responded. Light-blessed your bearer is, but I can tell this is taxing on you, Odin.

It is bearable now. More than likely due to the Light being expelled from the region.

“I’ll see about our rooms.”  Sebastian added. “And track down Augustine and Reinhardt. You get some sleep.”

“Hhng.” Mathye grunted, rubbing his eyes again. “I’ll be—”

“No.” Sebastian’s voice was sharp. “Until we find Zoissette, you’re the only damn thing we have that can warn us about what the Light can do to our bodies. That means not overworking yourself—and putting your health before ours when it’s called for.”

He’s right. Halone whispered. You need to rest. Mathye sighed, closing his eyes.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stretch out for a bit.” He said, submitting to Sebastian and Halone’s demand. “But wake me if something happens.”

------ on our fates alight general masterpost here

[codemagister]

"Sneakers that's my ankle let gO-"

Vera limped into the kitchen. Sneakers was clinging to her ankle, making it very difficult for her to walk normally. She approached the food replicator and the cat finally let go of her ankle, instead beginning to paw at the machine. The young Time Lord gave her feline adversary an unamused glare.

"...Little menace won't let me do anything without making it difficult for me... What did you want to talk about, dad?"

( @veratheforgetful )

He snickered slightly from where he stood at the counter, half finished bowl of some sort of batter on the side, along with a few ingredients scattered about.

"He loves you, that's why."

He paused his mixing for a moment, then turned to her.

"As you know, the Console is... very damaged, I believe the High Council shot... something at us as we were leaving in attempts to prevent us from leaving, but I'd already sent us into flight as it hit, I can't see any other way she would have got so damaged so quickly..."

He sighed, turning back to his bowl, plucking up a tub of cooking cocoa powder.

"The coolant was leaking and I managed to patch it up, however I'm going to need a lot of materials we don't have onboard the TARDIS to build what's needed for the repairs... I've made a list so it's just a matter of putting an order in, but... what I need and the amount of it... that's going to be a very large custom order and it will take a while... I do believe we'll be here for a month at minimum."

He poured some of the cocoa powder into the mix and then stirred it in.

"I have been... offered a job from the Brigadier... it's... he wants me to continue creating plans as I had been... but swapping out anything lethal for non-lethal options... like... glitter bombs instead of real ones, I... accepted, it's... well, I- I need something to do and... it's the only thing I'm really good at, my dear... I was struggling to think of what I wanted to do with... well... anything, I suppose... I had been so... focused on destroying and causing harm and I didn't... I didn't know what I wanted to do and... well..."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"It'll... focus everything on something less... destructive... the Brigadier said it would work out as a training exercise for U.N.I.T... he also plans on keeping it a surprise from the Doctor so it'd be like... a prank, I suppose... I... would you like to help? I have a few ideas for non-lethal bombs, but I wanted to make them look as realistic as possible... no use in doing something half-arsed, hm?"

He grinned.

"Glitter, paint, smoke, flash... I was thinking... something like with the Autons? Could be... fun... I'll have to talk about them swapping out their actual guns for something less deadly, a few ideas there, don't want anyone getting trigger happy..."

He rolled his shoulders and glanced at her.

"I was also going to ask him about a legal Earthern identity as well as adopting you, but... they have surnames here, it's odd to not have one, so, I've researched and picked out a few that'd be fine, but I wanted you to have the last say in it."

He slid a piece of paper over on the countertop towards her.

"I looked through the top 250 most common surnames for the area we're in, have a good look think and get back to me about it before I go talk with him later."

The paper had a small list of surnames scrawled out in his handwriting:

Evans

Jones

Taylor

Moss

Marsh

Bell

May

Bird

Reed

Hunt

[traumatise]

he leaves, just like alaric suggested, and it's brutal. a loud silence descends about as fast as regret. because fuck. this isn't who he is. he isn't the one who shoves people away just because he can't take a little heat. what even was that? his mind keeps replaying the look on damon's face, unhelpfully listing all those tiny changes in expression in explicit detail for his viewing displeasure. he isn't that asshole, but he sure is tonight. he isn't the one to take what damon offers and throw it away, but he sure is tonight. for what, ric? for what? what are you so afraid of?

here's what's worse: losing even an ounce of his respect. they've both worked too hard to get here and also didn't even have to work at it at all, in some ways, it comes so naturally to them. so being the reason for a potential damon landslide is ... pretty inexcusable. not just because it's a little embarrassing to contemplate (damon's a grown man, number one, and ric wouldn't take that shit on as his own responsibility as if it isn't fully on damon for however he chooses to react to people being people, number two) but also because fuck, this isn't who they are. these aren't the lines they've drawn, unspoken but understood. important. they're two people who have each other and a bar at the end of the day, if nothing else, and that's more than enough. that should always be more than enough.

he takes a moment, maybe five, to calm his racing heart. to recollect himself, for whatever that's fucking worth, into everything he remembers being when shit gets tough. stable, for one. that's a plus he won't take for granted again. and yeah, when the door opens again, and damon's voice filters through, there's something unfortunate and jittery going on with his pulse again, but that's much more simple to ignore this time. because—fuck, since when does damon even do this, anyway? since when is he the one to come back, hold up a peace offering? something's tugging way too hard on his last guarded heartstring, and it's all he can do not to cross the distance and kiss him hard, fast, messy with more than words can ever say. but that's so counter-productive it has his head spinning. so he locks it up, throws it into the ocean, prays it never finds its way back up for air. ignores the fact that he's done this before. ignores the fact that it always does.

for all ric knows there are dead witches pulling at his sleeves and beckoning him deeper into the house, but they've lost whatever meager grip they could have had on him the moment damon salvatore was asked to leave and let himself come back.

worse liar is a touch concerning, but fair. deserved. ric finally turns around, brings himself back to damon, eyes catching on the bottle in his hands and softening in absolute spite of himself. "done jerking off," he agrees, reaching out to take it; and his fingers do close around damon's, and it is entirely intentional, squeezing a bit. lets the weight of an apology settle there before he fully accepts the bottle from him. "look at you with the booze ready to go while i'm having an episode. are we swapping species and roles now?" and that's an apology, too, at the end of the day.

he eases by damon, out of the house, allows his shoulder to bump the other's gently along the way. tries to tell himself it's more for damon's benefit than for his own. "let's take a minute. the witches are telling me to reconnect with nature by drinking this entire thing, and i don't think it'd be wise to disobey." he doesn't stop until he's all the way to the car, settles himself atop the hood with plenty of space for damon to sit alongside him. it feels better already out here—fresh air, something to drink, fewer expectations. he can do this. he can be normal. he can be the brick wall of alaric that they both need more often than not. he just needs damon to buckle down with that pretty girlfriend and never make him prove himself wrong.

Signals do not get any more mixed than this, he's sure. Further confirmed when he's sent a half stumble backward, forcibly reacquainted with supporting his own weight on the floorboards. He blinks, slow and stupid, trying and failing to figure out how the path from Point A to Point 7 had been a direct one, but Alaric's already halfway across the room when he has the bearings again to just ask. Or, wait. He did that already, and lost out on a real answer and then some. This is Damon's fault, because it usually is, and maybe the push for a magical crash course speed run was a step too far. Many steps too far, the way Ric's shaking an addict, creating as much distance between them like Damon had been the one moving like a man possessed. He opens his mouth and shuts it again twice, wonders when the hell this got so complicated and what could have possibly gone wrong first.

The witch thing might be the tipping point, but it's not the truth. Damon knows that the second it ghosts over his lips. Technically several seconds after, since his mind tends to blank on signs of trouble anytime he's got a warm body pressed over his, but that's beside the point. What he doesn't know is which of his latest attempts at being comforting were entirely the wrong move, or why he's so mind bogglingly bad at this. No need for an extensive play by play of everything going on in Ric's head, even if every flash in his eyes is as tortured and unreadable as the last. Unlike some other very important people in their lives, Damon doesn't carry the inclination to hold him down and force that kind of soul bearing to the surface. He'd sort of like to now, since apparently Ric doesn't trust him enough to get it off his chest even prompted. That's the part that's not sitting well. That's the part that stings.

For the good of the team, he tries to reckon what might actually be justified. It's been a very long time since he was human. Doesn't remember what it's like to very suddenly have immeasurable power coursing under his skin, or how he managed to level it out. Inextricably horny? Maybe. He doesn't appreciate getting jerked around, even if the extraction was entirely necessary, because again, they're. They're working on something. Growth or whatever stupid reason. Ric's the one that planted the idea for Damon to get situated without being so careless about who he's touching on, and here he is unable to contain himself. Should be vindicating - the instant rejection makes it anything but. Paired with his inability to be honest, Damon's seeing a little red. And sure, there's a chance he's overthinking it, but clearly he's been under-thinking everything else, so this seems like the right time to play it safe. Whatever game this is, he's losing. Bad. So. He'll oblige before hurt develops into a really pissy mood like it tends to, and he decides he ought to screw things up on purpose. That he's really good at, but there's two heartbeats pounding horribly out of sync in his ears, and he has no interest in setting the human one off and accidentally killing his best (read, only) friend because he needs to have the last word.

"Sure thing, Ric. Take your time." Curt, flat, and to the point, because he's been trying his damnedest here to be good about, frankly, everything, from the witch stuff to the werewolf stuff to the semblance of human decency stuff, and it's still somehow biting him in the ass. At a certain point this has to be a talent. He doesn't wait for Ric to respond, breezes back down the main way and out the door. Slams it shut for good measure, rattling the frame hard enough to echo a message that he has zero intention of coming back inside. Maybe most of that's the witches' doing. A reminder he's not welcome here, there, or anywhere. Whatever, man. Not his kind of party anyway.

He only gets as far as Ric's car when he remembers he can't vamp speed out of here, which is just more bullshit he's not in the mood to figure out. Breaking something might help, and for a brief moment the windshield is an appealing option. Driving off and leaving Ric to walk would also feel good. For a moment. The combination of both sounds like a recipe for bugs in his mouth, though, so he abandons that pretty immediately. Mostly because he doesn't actually want to do any of those things, just can't temper what part of this is psycho wolf brain and what part is regular grade, psycho Damon brain. Neither are trustworthy. And you know what, neither is Ric. Dawns on him then that his impulse control has found some check, which is a very dim bright side. Does it still count if he doesn’t have an audience? Back to a tree falling in the forest. Might be easier to just burn it down.

He takes a minute, maybe five, trying to sort out what Ric - not present Ric, because that guy's not handling anything well - would do. What he might need to unscrew this particular setback. Maybe he had a point in there. The air outside is clean of any morbid witchy tension, and that helps calm his nerves enough to think of action beyond destruction. There's a couple things he can try. Booze might be the problem but booze is also the solution, where Alaric is generally concerned, so he sighs, fishes the emergency bottle out of the trunk and figures that's a long enough break. He can be cool again. Probably. The front door is heavier this time (for crying out loud, can they get over themselves?) but Damon doesn't bother to step over the threshold. "Hey, asshole," he calls inside, scanning what he can make out under the magic light show, "If you're not jerking off or dead yet, I got something for you. Consider it a grand prize for being a worse liar than Jeremy." And maybe that's sort of an apology, too. Depends on Ric's attitude.

[rogueddie]

One small glimpse had all it took for Eddie to be completely hooked. Just one little glimpse, just enough to get him curious, just enough to get him in the store.

And then he'd truly seen Steve Harrington, dressed in a cute little sailors uniform. The shorts weren't anywhere near as sinful as the ones he wore in gym but... something about them being part of his uniform, something about the fact that someone is paying him to wear them, makes it seem so much more... dirty? Eddie isn't sure, something about it immediately riles him up.

They're so flattering too, somehow make his legs look better than the gym shorts did. When he turns around, bending over to grab something out of the lower cabinet...? Eddie is just glad it was loud, no one could hear the quiet noise he made.

Of course he'd teased him. How could he not? Former King of Hawkins high, reduced to serving ice cream in a slutty sailor suit.

"It's not slutty," Harrington had hissed, flushing bright red. "It's just a uniform."

"Mm, and you wear it so well."

It was just a short little visit. Got some ice cream, said a few teasing things, left within five minutes.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd always found Harrington attractive, who hadn't? He wasn't necessarily ashamed of that. But, even then, it had never been this bad. A fleeting thought that the guy looked good, sure. Waking up in the middle of the night, fantasizing about him in his work uniform?

A week later, he's sure that he's remembering wrong. He's probably just having a bad week, weirdly hormonal and didn't realize that he was into sailor uniforms... or something. Because there's no way Steve Harrington looked so pretty in that uniform that it warranted this much thought.

So, later in the day, he goes back to the mall. Picks up a new album first, heading inside Scoops Ahoy- he'd pass it by on the way back, it gives him the perfect excuse.

Harrington is serving, but he's turned around, talking to his co-worker. It gives Eddie an unfortunately good look at how the shorts pull a little too tight in all the right areas. It doesn't help when he shifts his stance as he talks, leaning forward a little more so his back almost arches, hips tilting to the side and-

Eddie ducks his head to stare at the album in his hand like it's the most fascinating thing in the world, shuffling so the girl in front of him still waiting at the counter blocks his view.

After he finally carries on doing his job, serves the girl so Eddie can sidle up to the counter with a smirk, he rolls his eyes. "Anymore inappropriate comments?"

"Yeah. You sure those shorts are the right size?"

Harrington frowns, looking down at said shorts. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. Sure, I believe you." Eddie glances at his co-worker.

She's a decently pretty girl, he assumes- but she's giving him a knowing look, pretends to tip her hat at him with a wink. Huh.

"Same as last time," Eddie drawls when Harrington finally stops frowning at his uniform.

He stares at him for a moment, squinting a little. He snaps his fingers when he finally remembers, grinning. It's almost criminal- to look that good on a normal day, but then also wear that sailor uniform and also be cute?

Someone up above must hate him.

"Here you go, that's $1.55."

Eddie reluctantly accepts the ice cream, hands him the money in far too many coins. It's the right order. "Is that the right amount?"

Harrington grumbles, annoyed, as he slowly starts counting each cent. Shakes his head when he's done. "5 cents short, sorry dude."

"Damn." Eddie pushes the ice cream back at him so he can dig through both pockets.

"Just- stop, here," Harrington holds the ice cream out. Eddie had very nearly wiggled out what felt like a quarter stuck in his pocket too. "You can pay me back later."

"You sure?" Eddie cautiously takes the offered ice cream. Hesitates for a moment- he's being nice, actually nice. Eddie isn't sure teasing is the best way to repay that but... he's not told Eddie to back off yet. "You just want cash or what?"

"What other type of payment is there?"

"Goods and services," Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

Harrington splutters for a moment, flushing red again. So Eddie takes the opportunity to leave, not waiting for a response.

Whilst it's only 5 cent, Eddie has learnt the hard way that every penny counts. But he's been given the perfect excuse to come back. He's practically been invited back.

Eddie tries not to feel too giddy. Tries not to let it get to his head.

He holds out exactly three days. Three days of absolute hell! He can barely concentrate half the time, mind constantly wondering back to Harrington in that stupid uniform. The way he'd blushed, again, so easily. Seemed to almost welcome the teasing, too. At least, he didn't seem put off by it. It's almost too good to be true.

He'd been busy all day though. Band practice had run later than they'd planned and everyone else had things they needed to get to afterwards as well. It didn't go well for anyone.

Eddie is lucky he arrives at the mall in time, the stores only just starting to pack up for the evening. Most stores are completely empty- including Scoops Ahoy.

But it's completely empty. Not even Steve or a different employee stand at the counter, or shuffle around the tables cleaning up. For a moment, Eddie is sure that they must have closed up early and he really has arrived too late.

But then the 'staff only' door swings open, Harrington shuffling out. He freezes moments after he steps out, just as surprised to see Eddie.

"Hey," he eventually says. He even gives Eddie a little wave. "Sorry, uh, didn't expect anyone else in. Most of the ice cream is, uh, packed up. I don't... we might still have yours?"

"It's ok if you don't," Eddie offers, sauntering over to the counter. "I'll take a recommendation."

Harrington nods, shuffling over to start rooting through... things. Eddie isn't sure. He keeps up his bad habit of just bending over instead of crouching though. Eddie isn't sure whether he's happy about that or not. It is a nice view.

"We have, uh, the U.S.S Butterscotch ice cream? It's the closest we have available."

"That's fine. As long as it's not vanilla. How much is it?"

"Oh, right, sorry. It's $1.99."

Eddie roots through his pockets, dumping his change on the counter first. He's pretty sure he doesn't have enough- and he's right, he's just about 34 cent short.

"Shit. You got anything cheaper?"

But Harrington shakes his head again, already pulling out the scooper. "Just pay me back. It's fine."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. One time, 5 cents, isn't anything to take note of. A second time, now adding up to 39 cents?

"What if I can't afford to?"

Again, he shrugs off the question. "You're the one who suggested goods and services."

"You know what I was implying with that, right?"

He shrugs again, but he keeps his head down, focusing on fiddling with the ice cream scooper. He's blushing.

Eddie leans forward, onto his elbows, tilting his head. He pats the counter. "Come here then."

"What?" Steve tries to ask. But Eddie just pats the counter again. So Steve steps a little closer, leans on his palms though, keeping straight and upright. "What?"

Eddie looks over him for a moment, considering... it'd be worth the punch, he decides.

He grabs the little red tie of Steve's uniform, pulling him down. He leans up to meet him halfway, unable to hold in his pleased hum when Steve tilts his head to the side as he allows Eddie to pull him down.

His mouth opens just as easily when Eddie immediately deepens the kiss. The noise he makes when Eddie nips at his lower lip too- so high, needy. Irresistible. He just has to bury his hands in his hair, holding his head still so Eddie can take what he wants. Rewards Steve with a little tug on his hair.

He's panting when Eddie finally lets him go, blushing all the way down his neck, eyes a little glassy.

"That enough, sailor?"

Steve blinks at him for a moment, looking a little out of it.

"Steve."

"Oh, uh, yeah... right, yeah, that- yeah. I'll just, um. I'll get your order."

This time, Eddie let's his eyes linger. Doesn't bother hiding it when Steve looks back round, feeling almost gleeful at how Steve almost seems to preen.

... can you tell that I've been thinking about this post too much?

[amaya-writes]

Happy 2k Amaya!! May I request for the event some fluffy Bakery AU reader x L Lawliet??

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: I sort of made this college-bakery au? it technically takes place when L and Light go to college but nothing about the actual anime is mentioned so L can just be a normal student or his actual self depending on your choice

Warnings: mentions of food

Characters involved: L Lawliet

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

He was there again.

The mysterious raven-haired man who would occupy the back table at the bakery for the greater part of the afternoon as he poured over a laptop screen far too bright for someone with such deep eyebags.

His orders were always the same. Two sweets you would recommend paired with a steaming cup of coffee.

It had been months since he first walked through the bakery's door, but never once had you bothered to hold an actual conversation with him.

There was just something about his calm yet curious aura that had you dwelling close enough to offer a polite smile or two but never daring to do anything more.

Unlike others, he didn't seem to mind your hesitance to initiate conversation. If anything, he appreciated it.

You could see it in the hesitant way his lips would curve to create a small smile of approval every time he liked one of the new sweets presented to him.

In the way he would leave abnormally large tips on the days where the dessert was good enough for him to order a box full of them to take away instead of complimenting your creations just like so many others would.

At first, you couldn't help but find his mannerisms peculiar, but over time you had come to appreciate the quaint silence that accompanied his visits.

His name was Ryuzaki.

You thought the dramatic name was very unbecoming of a man so silent and mysterious as the one before you, but never once chose to question it as you accepted the credit card he offered you on a rainy day far too busy for anyone else to be present in your bakery.

This information was yet another thing you simply chose to add to your mental filing cabinet created solely for the mystery man before you.

It was accompanied by your knowledge that he was a college student from the dorms on the other side of the street, something you had to wait a month before figuring out once he pulled out a diary marked with the college's emblem.

He also seemed to have an affinity for all things monochrome and plain, so much so he would often crinkle his nose when presented with the rainbow-coloured delicacies you would design during pride events.

Yet Ryuzaki wasn't one to voice his concerns.

In fact, the only time you had ever heard him speak aside from his original order was the day you had forgotten to add two extra sugars to his coffee.

Perhaps that was why you were shocked to your core the second a soft yet affirmative voice drifted through your quaint little bakery.

"Do you like mysteries?"

If he wasn't the only other person in the store you wouldn't have thought twice before turning away and walking back to the counter to explore the source of the question.

But the lack of customers for the day had you quickly turning to the side to face a pair of abnormally wide eyes already staring at you.

It took you a moment to truly process his question, and another to quickly set down the coffee cup in your hands lest you risk dropping it in surprise.

"I suppose so-"

you allowed your gaze to flicker across his form and briefly dwell on the murder mystery novel clutched between his dainty finger before continuing.

"-they can be very fascinating."

Ryuzaki took a moment to analyze you, leaving no room for subtlety as his wide gaze lazily observed your form.

It was only when his silence started to get a little too awkward for your liking that the brunette spoke up again, this time with his voice holding a lilt of emotion you couldn't quite place.

"There's this new mystery movie at the theatres I was thinking of watching. Would you like to join me?"

It was your turn to take a moment of silence as you genuinely mulled over his proposal.

Sure, you had met Ryuzaki on a regular basis for the past two months, but he was as good as a stranger to you. Yet somehow, he made you feel a sense of comfort you often lacked when interacting with other males.

The bakery had been awfully slow as well, which meant you could get away with an early night.

That left only one question; what exactly were his intentions?

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

Normally people would shy away from such a direct confrontation, but not Ryuzaki. If anything, he seemed to appreciate your candour.

"Depends, are you saying yes?"

His coy response was all it took to quell your previous qualms, causing a small smile to tug on your lips as you began to walk away from his table.

"I get off at five."

"I was right."

You turned back at the sudden exclamation, uttering a response before you could think twice.

"About?"

"Your pastries are as sweet as you."

This time you couldn't help the giggle that slipped past your lips at his corny compliment, however, you were quick to retract your steps at the sound of the front door being pushed open.

"Five. Don't be late."

You turned away from him then, but there was no mistaking the silly smile painted across your lips for the next hour you spent behind the counter.

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Summary:

After getting accepted into the Justice League, Billy just had one thing to do. Getting over their fear of their heroes' rejection was the easy part.

Witnessing Batman's reaction was harder.

Finally publishing something!!

Fic under the cut

“Holy moly,” Billy couldn't believe what was happening. They were in the Watchtower! With the Justice League! That Batman just asked them to join! “This is a dream come true!” They turned to look at the big window made of the wall on his left, “I can't believe I'm in space! This is fantastic!” They couldn't help but start floating in place a bit, face close to the glass, unable to contain their enthusiasm.

“Welcome to the Watchtower, Captain,” Superman emerged from the room on Billy’s left –the kitchen, judging from what they could see of it– and floated his way towards the other hero, resting a hand on their shoulder, “you do a lot of good in Fawcett. I’m honored to have such a brilliant hero on our side,” he was smiling, infected by the Captain’s own.

“I won’t disappoint you, sir!” Billy mock-saluted Superman, making the man blush a little.

“No need for that. We’re colleagues,” they made their way back on the floor together, as Billy giggled for having flustered Superman, “also, between you and me, Batman is more the captain of this ship than I ever will be,” he stage-whispered, knowing the dark knight would no doubt hear his taunting, making Billy giggle even more.

There was something about the Captain that made Superman feel lighter. Like he didn't hold the weight of the world on his shoulder for the first time since – gosh he didn't even know when the last time he felt so… at ease was.

They made their way towards the kitchen where, as Billy discovered, some of the other Justice League members were preparing to eat dinner all together.

“Oh-” Billy felt their eyebrows raise and mouth fall slack, “I can come back tomorrow or something if you already have plans”

"Nonsense!" The Flash ran quickly – ‘of course he’s quick! He’s the Flash!’ Billy really couldn’t believe it was really happening– to their side, enveloping them in a side hug, “We were actually waiting for you to get to the Tower. We were hoping you’d join us?”

“I don’t want to intrude,” Billy smiled as they side-eyed the enormous amount of food the team had laid on the big table at the center of the room, as well as the big cake on the counter near the fridge. Their restraint has always been strong, but the call of free food was too tempting to pass up. Self-restraint was not, unfortunately, part of their gods-given power set, “but if you insist, I won’t say no to free food,” Flash and they chuckled at their admission.

It was weird seeing all these superheroes in relatively normal clothing –sure the ones that like to hold their secret identity close to their chest were wearing masks or something of the same caliber, but there was no costume in sight– and Billy started feeling a bit self-conscious about their own, but they decided not to bring attention to it themself unless one of the others decided to point it out.

“So, Captain -can I call you ‘Captain’?,” Billy nodded, "Captain, I gotta say. It’s so refreshing to have another guy here that’s not as uptight as those other schmucks,” Flash sped up to them and sat down in front of them with a plate full of a little bit of every dish the leaguers offered.

Billy laughed, as they picked up knife and fork, hiding the bit of discomfort caused by Flash’s choice of words, “Thank you, I’m really excited to be here. This is… Well it’s sort of a dream come true, I guess,” they fidgeted with their food, feeling that the rest of the heroes were more interested in learning about their new teammate than they were in the food laid out in front of them, “I think many heroes would want to be in my place. Being part of the League means you all have my back, and it’s an honor to know that you put your trust in me to do the same,” they flashed a smile and got several in return.

“You’re a good man, Captain,” Batman spoke up for the first time since their arrival, “you earned your place in the team,” he leaned against one of the walls, arms crossed and ever-neutral expression fixed on his face.

Billy stopped mid-chew and promptly swallowed, setting down their utensils, “Not that I don’t appreciate the praise, Mr. Batman, but I’m… I’m not a man,” they smiled, fidgeting with their fingers under the table, slightly trying to avoid the other heroes’ eyes.

“...What,” the Flash broke the silence, receiving a kick under the table from Green Arrow, which didn’t go as unnoticed as the other hero hoped for it to be.

“Ah, well, I mean- I guess sometimes- I mean, I-” Billy’s cheeks started getting redder, their hands sweatier and mouth drier the longer they had to explain, to their heroes, someone they looked up to –‘this was much easier to tell Freddy’– “like a bandaid,” they whispered, “I think the word is genderfluid?”

“Oh,” Superman exclaimed calmly. The confusion in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by Billy, but they were glad he didn’t give in and start berating them with questions.

What Billy didn’t expect was to see Batman turn around and exit the room without a word.

“Oh…” though not the only one confused by the Bat’s reaction, the Flash was the only one to express his confusion vocally. Everyone looked at where Batman once stood, Superman had his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s not like him,” he said.

“Hey, Cap, I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation–” 

Billy interrupted the Green Lantern, “It’s fine– I mean, it’s not really fine, but I’ve had worst reactions,” they admitted, ‘though it does sting to have such a reaction from someone I look up to’.

Superman opened his mouth again, but he didn’t manage to get out what he wanted to say before Batman came back fully suited and with papers in his hands.

He walked up to Billy and posed something in front of their plate, “pronoun pins. Robin designed them, Nightwing helped him make them,” he said, not even looking up from his papers, “let me know if you need more,” the Bat finally looked up towards the heroes, “suit up everyone. We got an alert from Cyborg about some robot-controlling meta near Metropolis”

Billy scooped up Batman’s gift when Flash put his hand on their shoulder.

“I’m not tearing up!”

Flash chuckled, “Told you there was something else going on, Cap!”

“That was me, actually”

“Oh, c’mon GL–”

As the two argued, Billy picked the pin with ‘they/them’ written on it before putting it on and opening a small portal to stash the rest in his little personal pocket dimension.

They followed Batman toward the Zeta tubes, waiting for the other heroes to get ready, and got the knight’s attention, “Ehm, sir?”

“No need for that, Captain. Just Batman is fine,” he responded, “what is it?”

“I was wondering if Robin would like to make more of those pins– not for me! The ones you gave me are great!” Billy raised their hands in defense, “It’s just that– I spend quite some time helping the homeless population of Fawcett and I know some kids who would be very excited to receive something like this from someone like Robin,” they waited for a response, but Batman’s silence made them extremely nervous, “they tend to like younger heroes more and distrust –well any kind of adult actually. It took me quite a lot to earn their trust,” ‘at least as Captain. But to be fair, stroking my own ego as Billy helped,’ “it would really make their day,”

It was hard to figure out what the other man thought from behind his cawl –though Billy would bet Batman had the ability to keep a neutral expression in any and all situations. Completely unreadable– so they waited for his response with bathed breath.

“I’ll talk to Robin,” he said, finally, “but I can’t guarantee he’ll accept. He… tries, but he has trouble connecting with people his own age”

“Oh- that’s understandable!”

Their conversation was cut short as Superman arrived, adjusting the cape on his shoulders –and Billy maybe drooled just a bit. Though he was shamelessly staring in awe– and clapped his hands in front of them, “Let’s go, g- I mean, everyone,” Billy smiled at his correction, silently thanking him for his consideration, and followed suit.

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Okay, I've seen this post cross my dash a few times, and I would like to politely offer a counter argument ('cause my talkative urges can only be contained for so long and I already scrolled past like five times, hah).

Respectfully, but I disagree. With the language part, anyway — the mixed culture topic aside since I'm far less "qualified" on that front and also don't have a bone to pick there.

By the virtue of how language in media works, the common language in Thedas is English for us - or whatever language it's dubbed in for you. I disagree that having it have a separate word for "nonbinary" would be better. Sure, yes, in Qunlat, in Tevene, but what's the word in the common language we hear the characters speak? Why must it only be borrowed from other language and cultures like something foreign? They mostly speak modern English otherwise, it's not medieval, why does this one word (or, well, a few words, considering Taash's notes) break your immersion?

Because it's never been used in previous installments and feels "new" in mainstream media in general. Well, how many popular AAA games that weren't fantasy used words "trans" or "nonbinary" back in 2014? Is it JUST a lore thing that Thedas didn't have modern words for such things or was it just a safe play at the time? Did Dorian not call himself "gay" outright JUST because Thedas doesn't have those words by lore or because his existence alone was controversial enough in a world where iirc gay marriage wasn't even legal yet in USA (Krem was a side character, and the way his reveal was phrased was downright possible to miss imo. Dorian was the one who got the most shit from bigots, and he's not even trans)?

I mean I'd say it's both. But the world changed in a decade.

I'm of the mind that using any other fictional word instead of its known modern equivalent just gives bigots more power. "See, it's [word], a fictional concept, not your 'nonbinary' bullshit! This character is [word], not 'trans', it's different. I can respect that without respecting you". OF COURSE bigots are going to be more comfortable interacting if they can sweep all the uncomfortable parts under the rug.

I appreciate Taash's quest being In Your Face (just like they themselves are). With terminology that can't be misinterpreted or waved away. Bluntly. Maybe a tad over-explained at times, sure, I admit that. I also appreciate Rook being able to be just as blunt about their identity too.

To me it doesn't break immersion, it breaks a mold that's been there since 2009 and isn't needed anymore.

It's true that it gives a lot of the bigots reasons not to interact at all, but I'm overall not a fan of toning queer topics down so that bigots are triggered less and can maybe come around. It gives "be a normal queer so that cis people don't get upset". They can deal with it or not. They will scream either way. All the previous Dragon Age games had the "woke" outrage about them, the "soft" terminology didn't stop it, nor did it stop those people from killing Zevran for flirting with them. As far as I'm concerned, they can choke on it.

I'm saying all this as genderqueer (nonbinary for the sake of discussion) butch of about 30 years old with a language degree who lives in an unsafe place. I do realize that in the current political climate in the US softly turning people to our acceptance probably seems smarter than yelling in their face, but as someone who's existence is currently half-illegal over here it feels good to feel that seen and represented and be able to talk about it freely AT LEAST in a videogame. A big non-indie videogame. One of my favorite franchises. Y'know? I'm tired of us and our words having to be whispered about and carefully shoehorned in with made up synonyms or metaphors. Especially when creators over there HAVE that opportunity. And Bioware used that opportunity. And I love that. And even if it does seem abrupt due to a decade jump in language and approach — I think that's a sacrifice worth making.

(Obligatory disclaimer that I suffer from "foot in mouth" condition and can often sound aggressive when I don't intend to. So if anything here sounds too harsh towards OP or previous commenters I apologize preemptively. This is just my opinion as another queer person and we're famously not a monolith.)

Anarcharisms, LGBT+ characters and cultures and How I'd Write Taash's Storyline

Taash was one of my favourite characters in DATV. As somsone who is genderqueer, genderfluid and still exploring all that, I also really appreciated their story. In our world today, its vital that stories about non-binary and trans characters are told to wider audiences. However, once again, the softening of Thedas; its culture and its people, led to kinda shitty writing.

So lets get it out of the way: it feels anachranistic when Taash says 'non-binary'. This isn't to say that you can never use modern LGBT+ vocabulary in a fantasy world; fantasy worlds are fantasy and you can do whatever you want with that. But Dragon Age has never used these terms before; words like gay, non-binary, trans; they haven't existed in the Dragon Age universe. Instead, Dragon Age in the past has opted for explorations via in-world cultures such as the Qun having a specific word; aqun-athlok.

I kinda think this has attitude has some rather uncomfortable undertones that just weren't thought through: being non-binary, genderqueer, genderfluid, these things have always existed. But implying the need for modern vocabulary about them, reinforces the idea that LGBT+ identities are 'modern', 'current' that they never could have existed before these words were coined. The fact that Dragon Age didn't use the word gay but does non-binary it just...makes me feel a little bit like they thought they could ask us to imagine gay people in a world before the term gay was invented, but didn't have that same idea to show us how non-binary people could exist before we had modern terms for them.

Dragon Age has also in the past hinted at nuanced ideas of how various cultures might see gender and gender identity. The Qun for example, based on what both Iron Bull and Sten say, appears to see gender identiy as tied to your 'role' or 'job'. Meanwhile, Tevinter has Maevaris, who has thrived and inhereted a seat in the magisterum while still being trans but seems to experience some prejudice from conservative magisters.

This game wacks nuance out the window and opts instead for a softening of everything (see my post here for more on that). So despite Taash's storyline supposedly being about exploring their multi-cultural heritage, there isn't actually a lot of space for exploring any culture at all in Thedas throughout this game.

But here's my pitch on how I'd fix it:

Firstly, I'd make it so that there was a specific word that Tevinter had for being non-binary that the Qun doesn't. Much like how it pans out in the game, Taash could meet with shadow dragons, realise this and explore it, and find it fits. They would still use they/them pronouns and state as such.

But then, when Taash came to tell their mum, I'd have Taash's mum say that she always thought that Taash might be aqun-athlok because they fight. This would push forward that idea of gender-identiy in the Qun being completely different to how Southern Thedas sees it, with it largerly being attached to your job.

Taash would then explain no, they are [insert Tevinter Word Here]. At which point, the point of contention would come from the fact that Taash has adopted a Tevinter word and identity. This would mirror the way conservatives in some countries across the world see/frame LGBT+ issues as a western concept. Taash's mum would have a problem with this especially because Tevinter and the Qun have been at war for centuries (something you'd be hard pressed to realise in this game despite the fact that it feels like it really should have come up at some point but I digress). This would then tie this plotline with Taash's exploration of their heritage and culture and what it means to be qunari.

I'd also make it so that theres no neat 'they' in qunlat. This would again mirror how some languages are more gendered and thus non-binary people have that to deal with. This again would link to a real world issue, but would feel like it was exploring cultural issues in thedas, not softening anything. Taash's mum would be upset that there was no way to refer to Taash in their shared tongue that she currently knew of.

Finally, instead of having the scene where Isabela teaches us how to be a good ally which feels...well. Written poorly? More tell than show? I'd scrape that, and instead have us meet a very cool non-binary qunari who is actually from the Qun and follows the Qun. Taash could connect with them, and see that Qunari DO have a non-binary identiy (maybe they use neo-prounouns that work in Qunlat) that its okay to be qunari and be non-binary and that people have done it before them and will do it after them.

These are tiny changes, but it would make the culture in Thedas feel so much more vibrant and real, and explore how things actually function in the world, you know? It would make gender-identity tie in deeply with this world we've set up and known for years, and it wouldn't feel anarchanistic.

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Platonic! Six of Crows x gn! Reader - Diagnosed

A/n: I thought about this once and said you know I'm going to make a fic about this

Warnings: Depression, mental health issues, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Y/n is having a hard time

(Pronouns used: No pronouns)

There were some days where everything was fine.

Like generally everything was fine, it was a normal day you weren't happy yet you weren't sad either. You were in a constant state of mind where you were emotionless, perhaps that wasn't the right word but it was pretty damn close to it. It didn't fully describe how you felt though.

Maybe it was just the feeling of 'what's even the point?' And it hurt too much to think about why you were feeling this way, but that's all everyone seemed to ask you.

'What's wrong Y/n?'

'Feeling down Y/n?'

'What's up with you?'

'Could you just suck it up for one day!'

Those were the worst days.

You seemed to pick at your food, barely eating anything as the Crows talk among themselves like perfectly normal people. They seemed so involved in their conversation, you longed for that. Yet you longed for sleep too and you weren't getting any of that lately either.

You knew what was causes all of this, your family had probably gotten some inkling and started to show some concern for your well being.

Your family was perfectly normal, albeit because you lived in Ketterdam they weren't the most wealthiest people but you made up for that. Eventually, they had come to accept your work and they had decided that because you had helped them that they should absolutely help you in your mental health. So they had pushed you a little and now you were here.

Diagnosed with Depression.

The meds obviously helped a little, but it didn't mean you wanted to take them. It made you feel weak, like you were some sick dog that need help. You didn't want to feel like that, you didn't want to feel any of this actually. But you didn't want to not feel either.

"Come on Y/n don't be downer!" Jesper's half-tipsy, half-drunk voice comes through all the voices of the other Crows making the rest go silent.

Everyone seemed to glance at each and silently agree with the statement. Quite frankly you didn't not, and you were getting quite angry because of it.

You had to calm yourself or else you would just have an uncontrollable outburst. Something you did not want to deal with, so you took a deep breath in and out.

"Maybe, you should leave me alone." You grit your teeth together, you didn't exactly mean to sound rude but you also didn't find that you cared. You found you haven't really cared about most things so that really wasn't a surprise.

"No! I've had enough of this!" Nina slams her hands down on the counter making you flinch the slightest of bits.

"You are literally 'sad' all the damn time! And I don't get it! You have an amazing family, who supports your fucking criminal job, you have no sad sob story, and from what we know you have no fucking trauma! You have no reason to complain or be sad about anything in your life!" Nina finally finish's her tangent and for the first time you feel something different.

Frustration, embarrassment, discomfort, distress. You could go on if you wanted to.

Because Inej had offered up a small 'It's true.' Kaz seemed to be nodding his head, Jesper seemed to be avoiding your gaze, Wylan was biting his lip, and Matthias had settled on placing a hand on Nina's shoulder and glaring at you.

But you didn't feel shame, the only the shame you felt was for them.

Sad, sad?! You weren't just 'sad.'

"Depression doesn't just pick and choose Zenik." Your voice comes out barely a whisper but everyone could hear it.

"And I'm definitely not sad, so would you please excuse me." You signaled over the bartender and you pay for your sparkling water slapping the kruge on the counter and slipping past the shocked faces of the Crows.

They didn't even know.

What was worse is that they should've known or at least known not to judge because they were supposed to be your friends.

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