#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.."

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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.

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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

[neko-naruto]

Thanks, I guess

Summary: You've been stuck underwater for the last month due to a shipwreck, in that month someone saved you and has been protecting you, you dislike it.

Warnings: Blood, near death, she's not yandere she just doesn't want anyone getting hurt, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Fourth fic, also, if you saw my Ao3 and found the erikar one isn't on the every ship challenge its because I have a different rendition of that pairing for the challenge, once again, I take reblogs a form of currency over likes.

You wish you hadn't been shipwrecked.

you wish you hadn't slipped under the waves.

You wish you weren't being pampered every second.

You wish gills hadn't been cut into you.

But all of those things have happened and are happening as you think.

The Fuchsia blood herself spend most of her time doing what you assume she normally does, but refuses to let you out of her sight. You could get hurt you know, you would absolutely be fine out there, it would take a while to learn how to swim, but you would be fine. It's acceptable being taken care of, but she won't let you train, she won't let you even risk tearing open your skin, as it wouldn't heal properly underwater.

You ignored her warnings about being careful, you went to grab a cup, underestimating how gravity works underwater. It slipped from your grasp and shattered as it hit the edge of the counter, you panicked and tried to clean up the shards. One of them cut open your hands and Indigo started to cloud up the water, and it the salt stung in your wound, it had you immobilized. She found you, she helped your and she berated you for not being careful, and that the wound wouldn't heal down here for months.

You were getting sick of being underwater, sure it was great for your hair and disinfected your broken horn, but it was boring.

So here you were, perched on the ledge of the window on the highest spire in her tower, ready to leap. The water far enough down was pitch black in an infinite abyss, but that didn't fully scare you. You leapt from the edge and started treading water, sinking slowly but making enough distance that you didn't fall into one of the abyssal pits.

And you fucking booked it, it was slow, and the sand was slimy under your feet and sticking to you, but you were running. The entire ocean was dark, and it was near silent, your gills fluttering rapidly to filter in enough water and oxygen alike. You didn't even hear the gun being fired, you only felt it tear through your skin, it was laced in something that fucking hurt.

You released a throat tearing scream of agony, gripping your upper arm as Indigo clouded the water, someone came walking over. It was another Troll, square glasses, scarf, rifle, streak of Violet hair, an asshole for sure. He scoffed at you before leaving you to die out there in the darkness all alone, everything hurt so much.

Eyes fluttered shut.

Darkness.

Eyes fluttered open.

Brightness.

Ah fuck.

Feferi stands hovering above you, looking very, very concerned about you, she moves away after you give a groan. There's gauze on your arm, its drenched in Indigo and your wound is absolutely still open as is the one on your hand, now in fresh gauze. You sit up and find Feferi holding a water bottle, offering it to you, you snatch it away from her, agitated.

"I told you naut to head out there, I was reely scared for you," Feferi said, sounding a little bit agitated at how you acted out.

"I don't like it down here, very, very bland and not immaculate at all, like many theorize the ocean is," you responded with, crossing your arms just a little bit, Feferi frowned.

"I suppose you have good reason for naut liking it down here, but it's naut that eelsy to leave," Feferi said, taking a seat beside you, you edged away from her, she had you trapped down here, and you couldn't leave because of her, "my Lusus would naut be pleased if you left, they quite like you."

"Well, will you help me out of this ocean anyways?" You asked, turning to stare at her, she gave you a shark like grin before speaking, only now did you pay enough attention to see the rows of fangs down her throat.

"Of coralse I will!" Feferi responded with, grinning, her scales glinted and her gills fluttered.

"Lovely, we should start planning then,"

[vivaciouscynner]

NOTE: Proper way to ask for a raise is at the end of this rant:

A few jobs ago my manager seemed so encouraging. I let him know what kind of path I wanted in the company and getting into development. Granted, I was definitely not ready for software dev at the time, but I could have had another position.

I got into code and was able to cut down manual work that would normally take about two weeks to about 15minutes because I automated a TON of redundant processes. After doing that, a SHIT TON of work got dumped on me to do the same thing and make people's lives easier. Some things I could do, others I couldn't, but I was learning.

Mind you, I was REALLY going outside the scope of my job which was purely manual work. I automated because I hated the redundancy. So after a year, I was really making head way and got tons of pat-on-the-back recognition for my work. When it came time for review, I was expecting a pay raise, a change of title, some form of promotion. But I didn't get it. It was just the annual 1%-3% raise that barely gave me an extra chicken nugget to eat for dinner.

So, I asked. I asked what was going on and if he agreed I was doing more than the scope of my job description. And he's like, yeah, but it's too soon. Normally you have to be with the company within 2 years before we can get any form of promotion.

I was a fool, and I stuck around. So next year, still kicking ass. Review time. REALLY doing more than my fair share of work because I was the only one on the team that could do it and no one was even interested in learning how I was making work more efficient.

As you can imagine, same fucking bullshit. Regular 1%-3% raise - ey look, another chicken nugget. I asked again and he told me I was on the right path, but it wasn't time yet. So, at that point, the rage inside my muted everything else he said after and I just waited, basically, to be dismissed.

I didn't work for the rest of the day

I didn't work for 3 days. I SHOWED UP, but I did jack and shit for 3 days. And then I started searching for jobs from home. I searched REMOTE ONLY QA AUTOMATION

Thing was, i was at a point where I was still making money and was able to relax with my job interviews. A got a couple bites but nothing serious. I really searched for something that would make me comfortable. Took about 4 months and then nearly doubled my pay for like half the work.

I was so friggin chipper when I got the news. And my manager, omg he was so pissed and upset. He was so upset I was leaving. They had to create a new position after I left to replace me. I had just a regular manual QA title and they had to create QA Automation position because they had promised deadlines based on MY fucking work. I didn't even know this until I met a coworker in a costco by mere chance and he was telling me about how they had to scramble. SCRAMBLE because no one was accepting the pay.

I laughed with my old coworker, but at home I cried. Because for like 2 fucking years I kept thinking I wasn't smart enough or worthy enough for a promotion. After being told I was "on the right path" i just gave up on trying to impress. I handled 4 different large projects and they wanted to give me another before I left.

I was just a goddamn cog to be taken advantage of. Because I said I'd do it and I'd do it with a smile.

Anyway, sorry for the rant, the proper way to negotiate an increased salary is to apply for a different position (either internally or at another company) that will give you higher pay and benefits and then go back to your manager and ask them to match.

I did the same thing, they couldn't do it, so I left. Like, not even close. Sorry sorry, it's just fucking hilarious. The position I got accepted for was full time REMOTE with benefits and a high pay. My manager is like, Can you just be remote for like 3 days and come in for 2 and also for like 10K LESS than what your offer is?

And I'm just like, HOW IS THAT EVEN A FUCKING COUNTER OFFER. And I literally pressed him for it, going like, how is that better than full remote? How is that better than my pay? And he's like, oh well isn't your company a contract job so it'll be less stable, you get stability with us. I laughed. I couldn't help it. I said, no, it's a full time job. If a contract falls I automatically get switched to another project (and I did, that's how it worked). And I'm just GRINNING because HE CAN'T COME UP WITH ANYTHING. Like, holy ass shit, he was REALLY trying to fucking trick me to stay like jesus fucking christ it just EMPHASIZES HOW MUCH I WAS USED.

Calming myself, breathe.... deep breaths. yeah. It was a life lesson for sure.

I hate how negotiating pay in the workplace is fucking 5D chess like just fuCking!! pay people to do the job they do!!

[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.

[sprog-writes]

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.

[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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[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞