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Y'ALL you know how Gay Dads AU (prior to them becoming Gay Dads) is just basically. Comic boys in the Regular Real Human World Modern AU? I have a lot of ideas about this some of which I expressed before but like
Ballister as the nerdy jock and Ambrosius as the theater jock (the other jocks try to bully them but soon realize that this science nerd and theatre kid are Better Jocks Than Them and can beat them up)
Ambrosius as an orphan??? In foster care??? With the repressive religions DIRECTOR as a foster mother??? Dealing w internalized homophobia from existing in the predominantly evangelical foster system as many foster kids often do??? Not allowing her to adopt him when she tries thereby rejecting the thing he wanted most (parents) and escaping that system to find genuine happiness with Ballister!? Yense please
The boys going to college together??? Biochem Engineering major Blackheart and Musical Theater major Ambrosius???
Blitzmeyer is Ballister's best friend he met in college!?!?!?
Ambrosius coming to help Ballister with his lab projects and Ballister going to all of his shows????
Getting in a car accident because Ambrosius wasn't paying attention because they were having an argument and Ballister LOSING HIS ARM!?!?!?
I'm losing my mind at all the possibilities
#cw car accident#cw foster care#goldenheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister blackheart#nimona#gay dads au#cw internalized homophobia#cw religious abuse
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One thing majorly important for nark week is reading The Soilder and the Demon again becuase it is the holy bible of nark (that's for me at least)
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#d&dads#dungeons & daddies#nick close#nicholas foster#lark oak#their my little gay guys that I push together like dolls and call it kissing#fic rec
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For D&Dads ship suggestions… might I request some Nark? (Nicky/Lark)
Gasp Nark
#dungeons and daddies#dndads#dndaddies#dungeons and dads#art#dungeons and dragons#fanart#fan art#dndads nark#nicky close foster#lark oak garcia#t4t#best/worst gay people ever
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Ok so ur telling me HiroMido's future is Lowkey just this
#being gay foster dads?#inazuma eleven#inazuma 11#ina11#kiyama hiroto#midorikawa ryuuji#hiromido#fantastic things awaiting ig
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love jjk love how kenjaku's entire evil master plan hinged on one(1) teenage boy being too gay for his own good
#why does fushiguro do anything? homosexuality#anime tag#kenjaku committed to bodysnatching and giving birth gambling on the toji kid turning out as gay as his foster dad and that's beautiful#this actually reminds me im like 100 chapters behind i never got the spark to keep up back after the nobara incident
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Willie settled in on the couch, book propped on his bent knees, dragon situated on his lap so it could see the book too. Caleb resisted the urge to snap a picture on his phone, if only because he already had at least twenty just like it.
Willie and Lancelot from my Care and Feeding Of Dragons series, aka ‘the Dragon!Willie and maybe-probably-a-vampire foster dad Caleb’ series.
#art#julie and the phantoms#willie throckmorton#little dragon willie#I drew a thing#making fanart of my own series because who's gonna stop me?#I wrote a thing#kid!fic#weird but well-meaning foster dad caleb covington#I gave up on the couch in my head it was way more dramatic and gay shhhh#let's call it an artistic choice#lancelot the plush dragon
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Some little doodles inspired by @thepiratefish 's post about having an unfinished mini fic about Benny & Champagne raising Mara and Ana.
Lore below because I have a problem, and it's these silly little internet characters.
The setting for this world is basically where the cast of Multiverse Tales all exist in the same world, and this world is kind of like MHA with quirks, except it's actually more like mutants in marvel but pretty much everyone has them.
Benny, at age 20, sees a post in a newspaper seeking a foster home for a little girl until her mother suffering from postnatal depression is out of hospital, or until her father returns to the country. Being the logical person he is, he impulsively goes to the interview, not expecting to get chosen, but later assumes he was the only person to show up, because he does, in fact, get the child.
And, several months later, Cosmara's mother has had a fatal heart attack and her father is AWOL and unreachable, so Benny carrying a child around in those front-backpack kid-carrier things (I'm not a writer, okay? Vocab isn't my strong suit.) becomes a common sight at his uni (or college for americans).
Stuff happens, he adopts her, and instead of the garage we know and love, instead, now he has a child to care for, he starts a general maintenance mechanics garage that just so happens to offer servicing for less-legal vehicles and mechs if you just so happen to have such a thing.
Then, when Mara is 7, Benny meets Champagne, and it all goes downhill from there... or uphill, depending on your view. They get together, eventually move in together and are a happy little family.
And then Ana shows up somehow, idk right now how that works, maybe a similar situation to Mara? Mara's like 11/12 at that point, so maybe she finds a child somewhere? Who knows.
Benny has a low-level healing factor, and has had it since birth (he was premature and it saved his life)
Champagne has low-level resistance which he doesn't even know he has, he just assumes he's powerless.
Mara was born with a dark spot on her right shoulder that gradually spread throughout her life, and whenever she gets angry it grows further and enhances her strength, speed, etc. She eventually learns to control it, but it's kind of like Tokoyami's shadow-bird from MHA.
Ana didn't appear to have any abilities, but when she hit puberty she began to grow scales, her hair turned pink and gills and webbing appeared.
I haven't thought about this more than that, but who knows, maybe I'll add more to this later.
#popcross studios#multiverse tales#Foster Family AU#my art#fanart#benny sharp#champagne mcgreggor#Ana Fenz#cosmara noroi#gay dads adopt two daughters#woo
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It's actually kinda funny.
Like.
I do GET where the MobRei/ReiMob shippers are coming from, but on the other hand I just sit there like...
Reigen may be scummiest piece of shit on this earth but he's not THAT sort of scummy piece of shit on this earth.
Actually, I also kinda doubt that he'd go for Serizawa either.
Not ~ONLY~ because that dude just SCREAMS AroAce vibes all over the fucking place (I mean. Hello? Season 2 Episode 3?*)
But also because Reigen doesn't seem like the sort of person who'd go after his subordinates/underlings/employees (which Mob and Serizawa ARE).
(Hehehe, this actually gives me kinda tragic backstory ideas for him, like another, secret reason why he stopped working at an office and started to work on his own to be his own boss) (and before you ask, no, I will most likely not write it, because I am not a writer.)
JUST BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS SHIT WITH ME LIKE THE MEDIA DID IN SEASON 2, I AM NOT AGAINST ANY SHIPPING, AND I ACTUALLY LIKE ALL THE SHIPPY ART (BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING CUTE AND AWESOME AND YOU ALL ARE SO FUCKING TALENTED AND I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
*) Dude's at least questioning if "Love" NEEDS to have "sexual stuff" involved, and that's just one of THE Ace takes. (Sure, the straighties do KNOW about "familial love", but they don't seem to categorize it as "love", y'know? I dunno, just from what I see they're really weird about the concept of love anyway...
#reigen arataka#mp100#mob psycho 100#i will give this only minimal tags and not any ship tags#because it'd be rude to have a weird rant like this in their tags#anyway#i actually like all the ships#but also. reigen is just the biggest aro disaster ace i have ever seen. i guess he actually means more to me as ace rep as i ever realized#but i also like the idea of him and serizawa being gay husbands and their like. six or so foster children.#lmao i imagine someone from hia old school days recognizing him on the street#(maybe after he got his ultimate dilf look with the glasses?)#(god. the glasses make him so beautiful.)#anyway. someone from his old school days sees him. in his new dilf look. with like. three to five of the esper kids in tow.#and they be like. 'holy shit; reigen; you're a single dad of [insert number of] children?!'#and reigen be like his absolute classic flat 'wat.'
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Okay, here's 500 words of fic. I may regret this....
Hawkeye put the phone down. He looked around the office and the boxes he had barely started to unpack, and closed his eyes, just briefly. Then he punched in their home number.
"Who is it?" Francis said. He sounded pre-occupied and exasperated.
"I have wonderful news," Hawkeye said.
"You're coming home early," Francis said.
"No. I mean, yes," Hawkeye said. "I probably am, but I've still got to talk to at least three people here before I can leave and you'll want me to go to the mall before I get home."
"Why?" Francis said, and then, a moment before Hawkeye said, he got it, from the complicated little noise he made down the phone.
"I'm pregnant," Hawkeye said.
He let himself grin then, as Francis made those noises of surprise, worry, astonishment, panic, and - despite everything - delight.
"You can't be," Francis said. "What - who - ? Why?"
"Caseworker called," Hawkeye said. "Mrs Connolly. Sixteen, troubled, mom died, dad's not in the picture, she's getting into fights at school - " "She? We're having a girl?" "Yes," Hawkeye said.
"You need to go to the mall before you come home, we have nothing in the house for a girl - "
"She'll be arriving with a couple of suitcases, caseworker said. Mom died about a month ago. All their things aside from the two cases are in store in Los Angeles. We're getting her because they decided she had to be moved out of the area, into a completely different school district, and they asked around and one of the people they asked was Peg Hunnicutt - " "Oh," Francis said.
"Yeah, and Peg said, if you want her to have a new start in a good foster home, I know these two guys - "
"Ah," Francis said. In New York City, they had fostered troubled teens over twenty years, mostly boys, though there had been some brother-sister placements. "How long for?" Hawkeye shrugged. "Depends if dad shows up. If not, and if the placement works out, I guess til she's eighteen. Caseworker said she knew our paperwork wasn't up-to-date for California - " They had only moved here five days ago, and they hadn't been intending to start fostering again " - but she'd rush it and we'd be registered from yesterday by next Monday."
"When is she arriving?" Francis asked.
"Our stork is due - " Hawkeye checked his watch " - in three hours and twenty minutes."
"Oh, Hawkeye - " Francis sounded really exasperated. "Be home in two hours, all right? I'll get her bedroom set up, even if nothing else is ready. Get the basics from the mall, we'll go shopping with her tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is the first day of school, that's why they're rushing it."
"We'll go shopping with her tomorrow after school," Francis said. "Did the caseworker - Mrs Connolly - mention any allergies, any diet issues?" "Nope." "Pizza, probably," Francis said. "What's her name?" "Buffy Summers." "Buffy?" "We're in California now." "Can you - " "I know what to get," Hawkeye said. "I'll be home in two hours. I love you."
"I love you," Francis said, but he still sounded exasperated.
tbc?
Buffy/M*A*S*H crossover
(I need to SLIGHTLY update the chronology of MASH for this to work - say Hawkeye and Mulcahy met in the Vietnam war...) Hawkeye Pierce has retired from a successful career as a surgeon to a quiet California backwater where he and his long-term partner Francis Mulcahy plan a leisurely sunny retirement: Doctor Pierce will be working mornings in a free clinic, Mulcahy will be a part-time PE teacher at Sunnydale High School, coaching boxing and running. In New York City, pre-retirement, they fostered troubled kids: a long-standing acquaintance (via the Hunnicutts) contacts them about fostering a troubled teenage girl whose mom died recently (sorry, Joyce) and whose dad is out of touch. Girl needs a completely new start, and they think the Pierce-Mulcahy household might be the right environment for her. So, Buffy Summers comes to Sunnydale High. expecting the most awkward thing about her life there is that her foster parents are gay. And then there's the Harvest.
#buffy the vampire slayer#sorry joyce#hawkeye pierce#francis mulcahy#gay foster dads#silly fic written to clear my head of things#but this was fun#imagine retiring to sunnydale for a quiet life
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my relationship with my body is so beyond irrevocably fucked. like constant waoh who's that other person levels of dissociation. chat is it over for me be fr
#i cant help it#in my heart i feel i (my consciousness) was ripped from who i was and made to jaeger some poor kid around#or maybe its more like#my consciousness is a pathetic washed up foster dad by force who also happens to be a man. whos gay.#and my body is my daughter that i like feed water to at three weeks old and let sleep on her back bc idk what the fuck im doing#idk its probably whatever man#i dont get paid to ruminate on such things 🙏#txt
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Eddie and Steve and their three daughters are sitting around the kitchen table one evening when four-year-old Hazel asks –
“Now that I’m here, are you gonna get married soon?
Steve blinks.
The question isn’t entirely out of left field – not for Hazel, anyway, whose preschool teacher got married a few weeks ago and came back with all kinds of pictures and stories. Apparently, Hazel’s been eating it all up, and she’s their most romantical kid, so to speak, so that’s not really a shock.
Thing is, Eddie and Steve are already married – have been for six years this past May, so…
“Uh, we are married, Hazy-Jay,” Eddie answers before Steve has a chance to say anything.
Hazel’s face falls, her mouth parting.
“Huh?”
Steve inwardly cringes.
“You got married before?” Hazel asks, her chin quivering like she’s only a few moments away from tears (and she’s their most emotional kid too, so she probably is).
“People get married before they have kids, Hazel,” seven-year-old Robbie points out all matter-of-fact.
“Well,” Steve pauses, because, yeah, Robbie is mostly not wrong, but those pesky gay marriage laws had kept him and Eddie from getting married until Massachusetts finally legalized it in ‘04 (when Moe was three and Robbie six-ish months old and Hazel still two years away). He’s pretty sure that level of nuance might be lost on their four-year-old though.
“Not Dad and Papa,” Moe cuts in, “Me and you were there, Robbie.”
“Moe,” Eddie mutters, “Not helping.”
“What?” Moe shrugs, “It’s true!”
Hazel looks positively devastated by this information.
“Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“Well, hon, we didn’t know you were coming,” Steve tries, “We didn’t know any of you were coming!”
“That’s not true,” Moe points out, “You knew about Robbie.”
“Moe,” Eddie hisses.
Steve reaches behind him to snag a framed photo of him and Eddie and Steve and Moe and Robbie all smiling at the camera on the steps of Boston City Hall off the shelf it perches on.
“You know this picture?” he asks as Hazel climbs into his lap. She nods, “This is from the day Dad and I got married.”
“It doesn’t look like a wedding,” Hazel says skeptically, her nose all scrunched up.
“‘Cause it wasn’t really a wedding,” Steve tells her, “We got married at a courthouse in Boston – same courthouse where we adopted you and where we adopted Moe and where we adopted Robbie.”
“Why did you adopted us?”
“Well, you know how sometimes we take emergency foster placements every once in a while and we’ll have a new friend for a few days?”
Hazel nods.
“Dad and I used to do that all the time,” he continues, “and that’s how we met Moe, and so for two years it was just me and Daddy and Moe, and then we found out that you guy’s mom was gonna have another baby, and then we met Robbie.”
“And then me?”
“And then you,” Steve nods, “It was me and Dad and Moe and Robbie for three years, and then one day we found out that your mom had another baby, and that was you.”
Hazel wordlessly mulls this over for a bit, and then she lets out a pensive little sigh.
“If you would’a known about me before, would you wait?”
“To get married? Of course we would’ve waited.”
“And then maybe you would’a had a real wedding?”
“Maybe,” Steve affirms, even though…probably not, because that shit is expensive and, seriously, nothing out there could have prepared Steve for the reality of their college savings goal doubling overnight.
“Where is our mom now?” Hazel then asks.
Moe, helpful as always, cuts in with, “She’s dead now.”
“Moe,” Eddie exclaims for the third time, “Jee-eez, read the room please!”
#and then all hell breaks loose#it’s important to note that none of this is new information for hazel#she’s emotional okay?#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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I know this is a DC blog but I NEED dad Logan. Get that murder teddy bear some kids ASAP.
Fancast + non canon Headcanons ahead.
BOBBY MY BELOVED / 16
“Sure everything in my life is terrible. But at LEAST I’m gay”
Makes pop culture references Logan doesn’t understand. “Logan threw the first brick at stonewall” “what are you SAYING” “he’s an ally”
Can, will, and has gaslight Logan into thinking he’s homophobic just for not letting Bobby do what he wants
Stole a beer from Logan once and they found him drunk crying at 3 am. He calls Logan to apologize about it. “I’m sO sorryyy. You know I love you??” “Go to bed” “noOoo” Logan is next to him.
Has a secret YouTube channel and everyone watches for Logan interactions specifically
Mabel Pines coded
KITTY… that’s his half pint your honor. / 17
Logan is terrified. Why are you such an easy kid. Why aren’t you rebelling? Why isn’t defiance bleeding on your fists?
Why aren’t you clawing and biting and snarling for your freedom? Why aren’t you being a kid? Who do I have to skin-
Daughters are not supposed to exist quietly.
I hc that Kitty’s family is extremely unsupportive of her being a mutant, — but they’re just traditional in general. Specifically she’s petrified of being around/existing along men.
Certified babysitter when Logan’s not around. She’s so big sister.
“guys!1!11!!!! mr. Logan said not to do that!1!1!1”
Logan BEGS her to be a shitty teenager for like 10 minutes. Be bratty!!! Tell him to fuck off! Throw a tantrum!!!! “But I’m not a kid.” “You’re MY kid.”
JUBILEEE daddy’s girl / 15
Problem Child TM
Plays Rock n Roll by Avril Lavigne at 4 am to piss Logan and her siblings off when they annoy her
Grounded all the time but if she fake cries Logan will shamefully relent.
Always puts Logan’s patience to the test because she anticipates him leaving/giving up on her
Foster child with issues. She spent half her life looking for people and the other half being abandoned by them. This won’t be any different.
Except Logan is very good at fighting destiny.
Your honor I don’t CARE Logan is made to be a girl dad!!!!
“On the spectrum. Not saying which one”
STRONG she/they energy
Most affectionate with Logan out of all the kiddos. Her love language is terrible pancake making (Logan eats them anyway) and cat cuddling.
ADHD icon
LAURA (murder baby) / 7
Brings dead birds/mice to her family members (affectionate)
Charles has the bright idea to enroll her in school with the kids. “It’s important for children to socialize with peers their own ages.” “Can’t socialize if they’re all DEAD.”
That meme of the little boy and his father with an arrow in his shoulder
Youngest child privilege
Steals Bobby’s phone and shoot’s hilariously off angle family vlogs. One of them includes her stealing Logan’s motorcycle while he runs after her
#am I… an x men Stan….. maybe so.#x men#wolverine#logan howlett#logan xmen#bobby drake#kitty pryde#jubilee#laura kinney#text#text post#fancast#WOLVERINE FANDOM INTERACT CHALLENGE
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My dear lgbt+ kids,
What do you need to know about lgbt+ history as a lgbt+ person?
Well, if you ask like that: nothing, actually. You do not disqualify from being lgbt+ if you know nothing about history whatsoever. There’s no exam to pass.
It also doesn’t make you a bad person or a disgrace to the community or an embarrassment if you haven’t heard about a specific chapter of lgbt+ history yet - saying so would be really unfair! Maybe you live in a situation in which you don’t feel safe to do a lot of research on lgbt+ related stuff. Maybe you are a young person growing up in hard times and you’re busy just surviving. Maybe your brain works in a way that makes it harder for you to learn or retain new information than for others. Or hey, maybe you already know lots - but your learning simply focused on a different chapter than the one that hypothetical exam would be on!
Of course there are many benefits to learning about lgbt+ history. You get the general benefits of learning new things (such as training your critical thinking skills, which will help you in your everyday life, and even supporting your brain health!) but there’s also specific benefits to learning about this specific subject.
History isn’t all “learning boring stuff about dead people” - learning about past events and their consequences also helps you understand present events and gauge their potential consequences for your future. This will for example empower you in your voting decisions (or help you understand how politics influence everyday life at all, if that’s your starting point!).
Knowledge about lgbt+ history also helps you to notice misinformation more easily and enables you to counteract homophobic myths with facts.
It may even help you on a more personal level: reading up on all the people who came before you can foster a sense of identity and belonging. It might make you feel more confident to know that people like you have been around forever and have achieved so many things!
So, rather than “what do I need to know”, I think the much better question is “where do I want to start?”.
Nobody knows everything about lgbt+ history (or about any given topic, really!) and unrealistic expectations will only set you up for disappointment. It’s best to let your curiosity lead you! You’re much more likely to actually read up on something you are genuinely excited to learn about than something you’ve only been told to read.
With that in mind: it can feel overwhelming to pick a topic to start with! Especially if you’re pretty new to lgbt+ history, you may not even know where to start. So I do want to make some suggestions here. Not as a “you need to research all these today or else I’m revoking your license to gay”, just to spark your curiosity! I will not add explanations right here in the post, I just want to give you some terms you can easily put in the search bar. (Important: these are in random order, not ranked by importance or anything like that!)
US-Centric lgbt+ History
1. Stonewall Riots
2. Harvey Milk
3. Marsha P. Johnson
4. Sylvia Rivera
5. The Lavender Scare
6. Obergefell v. Hodges
7. Don't Ask, Don't Tell
8. The Mattachine Society
9. The Daughters of Bilitis
11. The AIDS crisis
12. Bayard Rustin
13. Lawrence v. Texas
14. The Gay Liberation Front
15. The Human Rights Campaign
European lgbt+ History
1. Section 28 (UK)
2. Oscar Wilde
3. Alan Turing
4. Magnus Hirschfeld
5. Paragraph 175 (Germany)
6. The Homomonument (Netherlands)
7. EuroPride
8. James Barry
9. The decriminalization of homosexuality in the UK (1967)
10. ILGA-Europe
11. Homosexual Law Reform Act 1986 (New Zealand, part of the Commonwealth)
12. The Equality Act 2010 (UK)
13. Transgender Europe (TGEU)
14. The first same-sex marriage in the Netherlands (2001)
15. Dora Richter
Have fun learning!
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
P.S: You may wonder “But what about places other than the USA or Europe?” (or those of you who already know a lot about lgbt+ history, “but what about (topic I haven’t mentioned here)”) - and that’s actually a really great point! It highlights what we talked about above: nobody knows everything + lgbt+ history is way too rich of a topic to put it all into one short list! This isn’t meant to be a comprehensive list of everything important, just some potential starting points that hopefully lead you to topics beyond ones mentioned on this list.
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Let’s talk Jack and Joke’s perceived parental roles -
It’s laid out in plain words in episode ten so that there is absolutely no doubt whatsoever, Jack and Joke have taken Toi Ting in and have no plans on returning her to her deadbeat abusive bio-dad. I believe that it going to stay that way, so we’re going to keep to that assumption of her being adopted or fostered by them legally once everything is sorted.
Note: not looking for arguments about the legitimacy of blood relations verses found/chosen family. An adopted child is that person’s child, you do not need to have carried them in your body for them to be yours.
I adore that YinWar have been pushing back against the stereotypes around gay men and queer media in general about what roles a person takes in the relationship, they’ve mostly been focusing on the sexual aspect because that is the part that people tend to get the most hung up on.
Yet I find it wildly interesting how easily Jack and Joke fall into what would be considered the ‘heteronormative parental roles’ when it comes to Toi Ting. It’s not a bad thing! No, it’s actually quite nice to see. They’re not forcing any ‘husband/wife’ ideals into their relationship, they just naturally fall into the roles that are appropriate for them as a couple and a family unit.
Jack is very much in the ‘father’ role, remember, father does not instantly mean masculine or emotionally stunted. He is the protector, he is a trained martial artist and debt collector, he is physically intimidating. He is firm and chastising but also patient and forgiving, he is the one Toi Ting feels physically safe with the most, she runs to him for help, she learns her bravery and defiance from him. He absolutely will pat her back, smooth down her hair and allow himself be to dragged away by the hand to get ice cream. He is playing the role of not just a father figure, but a daddy. (stop giggling at that word, the internet has ruined us all 😝)
Meanwhile, Joke has one hundred percent filled the ‘mother’ role for Toi Ting. Again, not because he’s femme or whatever - side note, there’s nothing wrong with being femme! Joke is a natural carer, he wears his emotions on his sleeve because he never had anyone care about him before. He is gentle and a listener, both things that serve him well as a thief. When Toi Ting comes running to Jack for physical protection, it is Joke that offers emotional protection. He is the one that takes her into his arms and calms her down, he hugs her, reassures her and speaks with clam and loving words to bring her big scary emotions back down to a more manageable level. Joke can redirect her attention and is the one that sits and paints with her, Jack just ‘supervises’, aka is a big dope that’ll ruin the painting lol. But together Jack and Joke are able to offer Toi Ting what she needs, both a mother figure and a father figure, regardless of their genders.
Which leads me into the absolute heartbreak of a scene at the end of episode ten, where Jack and Joke find themselves in the one place no parent ever wants to find themselves. Stuck on the other side of those damnable white doors, unable to get to your child.
Joke has an emotional response, very much a mother’s response. Again, mothers tend to be the ‘emotional nurturers’ so them being more giving with their emotions is to be expected. And I would just like to point out how exceptional War plays that role, he is a mother waiting in terror to find out if his baby is dying or dead.
The blank horrified stare, the shaking hands and quivering movements, the fact that his legs fail him and he ends up curled up on the floor. Covering his mouth to keep the sobs in, yet unable to stop the silent flow of tears, barely even noticing when Hoy tries to comfort him. Joke doesn’t snap out of his shock until Jack shows up.
Jack on the other hand has a very ‘fatherly’ response, the pacing, the pinched expression, the heavy breathing and muttering before just exploding with anger, swearing loudly and looking for someone to blame. He can’t break down just yet, he’s too angry, too scared, he’s not the emotional support. He’s the protector, the provider and he hates himself for failing. Yin played that so well, how he kept moving to touch his head, putting his hands on his hips, fidgeting as he paced, forcing the camera to keep up with his near frantic movements.
Where Joke froze, Jack found movement.
Where Joke was quiet, Jack exclaimed loudly.
Where Joke allowed tears to flow, Jack held his pain tightly in.
Joke and Jack are Toi Ting’s mother and father, and that final hospital scene just proved it.
#jack and joker#toi ting#jack and joker u steal my heart#yinwar#I’ve spoken before - back when DFF was airing#how I focus on parental characters and their reactions to their child being injuried or dead#I watch the actors closely to see how well they portray an emotion that most actors have no real world experience with#especially younger actors who don’t even have children irl#finding that kind of emotional reaction isn’t easy because it’s not one emotion#it’s all emotions#and yes mothers react differently than fathers#so it was really amazing to watch how well YinWar embodied those emotions
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BL Challenge 2k24 ✨Day 7✨
Hello and welcome to @negrowhat's 15 Day BL Challenge! Full challenge can be found here.
Favorite Villain: Korn Theerapanyakul
It isn't often that we get an actual villain in a BL. We have plenty of love rivals but those are rarely ever villains in the true sense of the word. We also have a large, unfortunate array of shitty parents and parental figures, some of which absolutely do fall into the villain category, but they don't deserve my effort or your attention.
But then we have Korn.
Korn is a villain. Make absolutely no mistake about that. This man has dedicated his life to playing 4D chess with everyone around him, including and especially his sons, and he's brilliant at it. There is never a moment where he isn't in control, there is never a moment where he hasn't thought at least five steps ahead, and he has very few blind spots.
What gets me—and what makes him that much more insidious in my opinion—is how he presents himself to the world.
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"This man, a villain? Never! He's just a nice, soft-spoken dad in a sweater vest! Sure he's a bit intimidating but he's in the mafia, it's to be expected. And just look at how accepting he is of his gay sons! He's looking at a photo of his son and his son-in-law and smiling, isn't that lovely?"
False!
Korn's image is perfectly curated and if you only look on the surface, from the outside that's exactly what he is: a nice dad and a respectable businessman. He's rational, calm, and level-head, especially when you compare him to Gun—which you can't not do. It's impossible to have a conversation about Korn without talking about Gun, who is absolutely just as bad and who I easily could've chosen.
The difference is that Gun's evil is overt and in a way, it's more...honest because of it. He's not out here pretending to be a good person or trying to be anything other than exactly what he is. What you see is what you get. However, I chose Korn precisely because of that insidiousness, because his evil appears so much more subtle but only when it remains in the shadows.
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Because when everything gets brought to light? Hoooooo BOY.
This man kept his foster sister in isolation under lock and key for years after he killed her husband and took her away from her two little boys. Then he left those little boys in the care of a degenerate gambler and watched them sink further and further into debt. And that's only the thin end of the wedge! If we got into all the ways he fucked up his OWN boys, we'd be here all damn day.
Kidnapping on perhaps more than one occasion, a hit squad, Kim's entire personality, Kinn's emotional range, need I go on?
But getting back to Porsche and Chay, Korn could've helped them at literally any point but he didn't lift a finger until they grew up and became useful to him. He could've cleared their debts, paid for Chay's education, provided for them, kept them from getting remotely close to a situation were men were beating them and trashing their home. But he did exactly none of that because whatever sense of obligation Korn might have felt toward them absolutely pales in comparison to his need for control.
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That's what this all comes down to: control. The world is a chessboard and everyone in Korn's orbit is a piece on it. He proposed an outcome for himself and he got it.
He made sure Kinn was cemented as head of the main family and found a way to cement Porsche as head of the minor family. He got rid of Gun and the threat he presented and succeeded in burying the truth of what happened to Porsche's parents with him, because the truth that Korn gave simply is not the whole truth. It never will be because divulging the truth means giving up control, and that is something he will never do.
I could literally talk for hours about Korn. He's a fascinating character. He's got so many layers. Bottom line?
Este señor es el mismísimo diablo. This man is the living breathing devil.
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In The Dead of Night
ELEVEN
Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)
Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie.
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.
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“He was in a coma six months ago? For how long?” I asked in shock, but Robin didn't react to it.
“A month, I think? I learned about it after a couple of weeks. His friends didn't know if they should call me and... Heroin. I thought he had stopped with that shit, but one of his weird friends told me he had overdosed on purpose because of depression.”
I looked down at the ground, thinking back on my dreams. Could it be that Eric was in a coma? Believing he was dead? I dragged my hands over my face and shook my head in disbelief. I had started to believe the dreams were just dreams, but now I thought back on it again. The Spotify playlist, the name of his biological mom, the places and drawings he had shown me... Could he in some way visit my dreams while he was in a coma?
“Are you listening?” Asked Robin a little irritated, and I nodded.
“Yeah, yeah. It's just so much… He hasn't told me this.”
“He's probably embarrassed. He has overdosed twice and lived while other people who do something with their lives die of diseases. He gets saved.”
I sat with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, trying to digest everything. I started to get a headache from it all and dragged my hands through my hair, but still I had questions.
“Do you see him as your brother? You cried when you found out he was in a coma, but you talk about him like an invader in your family.”
Robin bent down in a similar way as I and looked down at Odin laying on the ground.
“No. He's just Eric to me. He's my parents foster kid, but he's nothing to me. I get that sounds harsh, but I never understood who he was as a kid, and then in my teens he moved in with us permanently and made everything difficult. But… They also favored him so hard. Dad cut down work hours to be home with him; mom was with him all the time, and they gave him expensive gifts, and we traveled more.”
I looked at Robin’s sad face and how he dragged his feet through the wet leaves on the ground. Maybe it was actually true? Maybe they actually gave Eric all that. I could imagine they wanted to give him all the things he had never gotten to lay a bandage over the abuse and trauma his mom caused him, but it was too much to not get Robin's attention. On top of that, Eric had magical powers? I wanted to laugh at my own thoughts but couldn't do that when Robin sat next to me, but it really seemed like Eric was something more. He talked with animals, was kind to everyone, liked by everyone, and could escape death and visit my dreams. He sounded like a Disney princess.
Robin was quiet just like me for a while, but he wasn't thinking about Snow White; he prepared a confession.
“I never told mom and dad I was gay... It would have given them one more reason to love him more than me. Instead, I was the weird one, never meeting a girl. Did you know he slept with my best friend? And later, two other friends. He was clearly straight and on top of that an asshole. Now he has slept with a fourth friend of mine…”
I looked at Robin up and down uncomfortably. I didn't want to believe Eric had slept with his friends, but I could also see how that could have happened. Eric had been tall, hot, and sexy since his late teens, and on top of that, he had taken drugs then already. I swallowed hard when I thought about how many he probably had slept with.
“I'm sorry, Robin... I don't even know what to say, but… He didn't know we were friends. I've lied to him too…”
Robin shook his head to himself and looked down at his hands playing with Odin's leash, then he sighed.
“I guess I can't decide who you date… But can you promise me you will never force me to like him? And that you're careful? He is an addict, whatever you say.”
I smiled with relief, happy to have his blessing, but it fell when I thought about Eric. He would never forgive me.
“I don't think we need to talk about that even… He will never forgive me…” I took a deep breath to calm myself down because I could feel the tears pushing behind my eyes.
“Ehm, before I talk about him, can we go home? I don't want to sit here and ugly cry in front of everyone.”
Robin nodded quickly and fixed Odin's leash around his hand.
“Of course, of course.”
We went to my home, and with a big cup of tea each, I told him about my love for Eric. How he had pulled me in at once and how I couldn't stop myself from loving him from the first time we met.
“I had these dreams about him when I thought he was dead and… He really was everything I ever wanted from a guy. Nothing like Dante, then I met him, and he was the same, and… He really sees me. He really cares for me, and even if you can't see it, he makes me feel safe.”
I cried so hard, I didn't know if Robin could hear me, but it seemed like it. He looked uncomfortable, even upset, but nodded slowly.
“I… Well, okay, I guess. If you feel like that, I will not say that it isn't true; it's just that I can't see anything else than how manipulative and selfish he is. That's my picture of him, but… Clearly, you see other sides in him…”
I nodded and dried my wet cheeks, but new tears came.
“But it's too late now…”
Robin shook his head.
“In rehab, they talk quite a lot about how to ask for forgiveness and to forgive others. If he learned anything there, he would listen. It's worth a try. You should call him.”
I looked at Robin, who met my eyes. It was big of him saying these things even if he didn't like Eric. Once again, I dried my tears, and then I gave him a hug. At least he was a true friend to me.
I waited until Robin had left to call Eric, and then a bit longer after that. I didn't dare at first. Maybe he was really angry and would curse at me. I wouldn't be able to handle that. I thought about leaving it be, so I could imagine him not being angry and grieve what was of our relationship. However, in the long run it wouldn't give me anything, so I collected myself and called him with shaking hands. I heard signal after signal, and the fourth I thought about hanging up, but just when the fifth started, he answered.
“Hey,” he said shortly.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Hey… Ehm… I don't know what to say, Eric, more than I'm so, so sorry for… everything,” I said with a dry throat and was forced to even cough after I had spoke.
“Yeah…” he said with his thinking voice. I knew he was in deep thought just in the way he answered.
“I love you. I love you, so so much,” I said desperately. Eric was quiet, so I continued to talk.
“I just wanted to be with you. From the first time I saw your photo, I was—”
Eric cleared his voice awkwardly. It was probably a bit much hearing me explain my love for his photo.
“Maybe, maybe we can talk for real?” He said it in a dreamlike tone, and for a second I would have believed he had smoked marijuana recently, but I knew he often sounded like that when he tried to master his big feelings and sensitive heart. “I can come to you tomorrow?”
My own heart beated hard. I didn't want anything more than that.
“Of course, of course!” I said excitedly, I couldn't contain my happiness.
“Good… I'm sorry, by the way?”
“What? For What?” I answered with a giggle, like he was joking. I couldn't control the euphoria I felt of just knowing I would be close to him soon.
“For what happened with Nick and all that… I guess drugs are the thing I think about when life sucks. Like when you had those extreme menstrual cramps and you asked for—”
“Stop!” I said with a loud laugh, and Eric laughed too. It was a joke, a joke about that time I had such horrible period cramps that my ass cramped so I had begged him for anal sex like it was the only thing that could save my life.
Fortunately, it subsided by itself before we had time to do it, and then it felt awfully scary.
I could hear Eric's sweet little giggle in my ear, and I sighed with love.
“I really love you the most in the entire world, you know.”
“I love you most in the entire world, too, babe,” he said warmly before we hung up.
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“I'm sorry, but it sounds super weird you dreamed about me,” he said after thinking about what I had said for a while. I had told him I dreamed about him, but I didn't dare say I believed it was actually him visiting my dreams. It would be too much and sound a bit like an excuse from a stalker.
“It was! After the first time seeing your photo, I started to dream about you, and you were amazing in the dream, just as amazing as you are now, and yeah, I just wanted to meet you for real. And you were so different from Dante. Even the person you were in my dream was everything I wanted.”
Eric looked at me with big eyes and nodded. He put down his cup on the coffee table, then he moved closer to me smoothly.
“You have said many times that Dante was a really bad guy… What does that mean?” He searched my eyes, but I just looked away. I didn't want to talk about Dante like that.
“You can talk to me… I hope you know that.”
I moved closer to Eric and looked into his kind eyes. I was safe with him.
“He hit me a couple of times.”
I looked at Eric's Adam’s apple bob in his throat.
“He hit you?”
“It was just a few times, but I provoked him, so it's just embarrassing to talk about. I don't want people to know how annoying I-”
“Hey!” Said Eric, upset, and it made me jump. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he said softly when he realized he had scared me. “No guy has any right to hit you, even if you're annoying as hell. I don't care what you say about yourself, he is the one in the wrong.” He looked at me seriously but suddenly looked scared. “You know I would never do that, right? I know people say it's a bigger risk for abused kids to become abusive adults, but I would never ever in my life do that. I would kill myself if I ever did that.”
His words were sincere and worried, and his face, cute. I kissed his full lips and dragged my hand over his smooth cheek.
“I know that, Eric. That's why I love you so much. I would never doubt your kindness.” I kissed him again, and it led to us making out a bit. I crawled up in his lap, and he took his chance to pull down my tank top straps so he could play with my chest with his big hands. His lips found a nipple, and once again he sucked so hard it felt like he thought his next dinner was there. I dragged my hands over his head and cradled him against my chest while he found comfort against me.
“My boy… I'm sorry for everything that has happened to you in life…” I whispered and made him look at me, still with my nipple between his lips.
“I'm sorry that your biological mom didn't treat you well and that you met so many others that have hurt you…”
Eric released my nipple and looked away but still lay against my chest.
“I know it's her fault I am the way I am. That I crave... That I need drugs to calm my loud thoughts down, but I'm not mad anymore. She was disturbed. She was sick. The men… They're just faceless idiots to me, so there is no one to be angry with.”
He sounded so mature and calm, and I felt proud and smiled at him a little. It would be a good person like Eric who could see life from that angle.
“But when you are depressed, what is that about?”
He shrugged his shoulders and sat up.
“Depression doesn't always have an explanation. It's just like everything drops for me. Like nothing is important. It just falls to the ground, and I can't see an end. Of course I can have nightmares about the men who kicked me around or the times Linda tied me to the radiator for a day or two.” I gave him an upset look, but he didn't seem to notice. “But it's not those memories that make me depressed. That's just my brain shutting off.”
Eric looked at me and then smiled a little.
“You don't need to look so worried; it was fifteen years ago. And Linda is dead. She died of a failing liver when I was eighteen or something.”
I nodded a little and patted his cheeks. It was hard thinking that a kind soul as Eric had gotten treated like that, and it made both my chest and stomach hurt. I kissed his lips softly a few times, but I noticed quickly that Eric wanted more than that. I giggled when he pulled down my tank top again to touch my chest and when he licked my lips to be able to get permission to dance with my tongue.
Deep tongue kisses made Eric pleasurably groan, and when I moved in his lap, I could clearly feel he was hard. I dragged myself over his sex and could feel his cock grow to its full size in the loose-fit track pants. Eric knew what he wanted but also what I wanted, so he stood up and let me hang around him like a koala bear.
“Am I not heavy?” I said with a giggle. I knew I wasn't for him, but I wanted to hear it.
“Fuck no, you don't weigh a thing.” He said, shaking his head. He probably knew I just wanted to hear that but answered seriously so it would feel even more real for me. I giggled and leaned back while being in his safe arms. I could lean back a long way, and Eric let out a sound of admiration.
“Fuck you're sexy,” he said, and then put me down in bed. His words made me feel my self esteem grow, and I smirked while taking off my clothes while lying in bed. I moved sensually, letting him be my small little audience while I started my masturbation show for him. Eric stood and looked at me with an open mouth and pulled off his big gray t-shirt. I looked at his muscles shamelessly, and even if he was so close, I fantasized about having him even closer. I sat up, drunk of hornyness, and pulled him closer to me with a grip of the elastic to his dark blue pants.
From his navel down to the hem of his pants, I made a small trail of kisses. I licked the lines going down to his groin while teasingly pushing down his pants with his boxers. Eric chuckled a little when I licked closer and closer to his loins and helped me take the last of his clothes when my lips moved closer and closer to the root of his cock. He kicked the pants and boxers away with his socks and then turned around. His idea was to just attack my lips with his, but I stopped him because I wanted to look at him. Eric scratched his ear while I looked at his body up and down.
“Damn boy,” I teased and bit my lip. Eric chuckled, embarrassed but also proudly. He had a hobby you could see clearly how much he worked on, but also, he won a lottery in anatomy.
“Can I fuck you now?” He said and moved closer to me, and I nodded with a giggle. With a smile, he kissed me and moved over me, his body so broad it felt like it swallowed me up. He smelled like one of his expensive perfumes, mixed with herbal tea, and even that smell was intoxicating. With a swift motion, he had pushed me down on my stomach in bed so he could enter me from behind while he held me close to his body. I wonder if I could ever get used to his size or strength. I hoped not because every time he was close, I felt so blessed and protected, and I hoped I would never take that feeling for granted.
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Eric fell asleep after our lovemaking; most of the time he had held me up against the wall, and I could see that would even be much for him, but I couldn't deny what a feeling it was to be held like that. I felt small and vulnerable in his arms, full, overwhelmed, and light as air. He had instead held me up by the thighs while also moving in and out of me with fast, hard strokes. No wonder he was tired.
I swept my finger over his nose, following the straight nose bridge out to the upturned tip. He wasn't bothered by it; he just continued to sleep. Warmth rose in my chest while I looked at him, but another feeling started to take over. Hadn't it been very easy for me to be forgiven by him? I had lied and gone behind his back, but he forgave me after just a few minutes, then slept with me in the best way. The last time I saw him, he had also laid in a bed but had asked for drugs. Did that craving just disappear? I thought back to the moment in his bed and what he had said. He had wanted the morphine pills he had seen in the bathroom. Pills I hadn't hidden away before his visit. I stood up from bed and pulled on a floral kimono as I walked to the bathroom on light feet. I know you can guess what I found—nothing. The pills weren't anywhere to be found. I searched over and over in the bathroom, but there weren't any pills. I could feel the panic grow because I didn't want to believe it, but still it was there; Eric had just forgiven me and slept with me to steal my morphine pills.
I stood and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, more or less waiting for the inevitable breakdown. I loved him so much, but he clearly loved other things more than me, even if he had said he loved me most in the entire world. I waited for the breakdown, but it never came; maybe it had just been too much the last few days and there were no tears left.
I walked back to the bedroom, where he still slept with just the cover on his hips. I looked at all the badly made tattoos, the clues to what life he had lived and probably would soon live again. I wondered if he was high on something while we slept together. Maybe it was amphetamine that gave him his stamina. I kicked his shin with my foot over and over. That was the only way I wanted to touch him; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to keep my cool. I kicked quite hard after a while to make him wake up, and after three hard kicks, he looked up at me confused.
“I'm sorry, have I slept a long time?” He said with a raspy voice and rubbed his eyes.
“Did you just sleep with me to be able to take my pills?” I said crass with furrowed brows. He sat up and scratched his chest. He looked adorable with his big eyes shifting, but for me, that was just proof he had taken them; he couldn't even look at me.
“What?”
“My morphine pills; you have taken them!”
“What? No?”
“God, I never thought this about you, Eric!”
“But I haven't-”
“Don't lie to me!”
“But I-”
“Maybe you are just the fucking junkie everyone says you are!”
Even if he was the one in the wrong, I swallowed hard when he looked at me hurt.
Without a word, he stood up and started to dress. My instinct was to say I was sorry and beg him to stay, but he had used me for drugs, so there was no hope for us.
I stood with crossed arms and shiny eyes while his naked body disappeared into soft fabrics. He walked by me without a look, out to the hallway.
“Can I have the pills?” I tried to sound cold but didn't know if I succeeded very well. The question made him finally look up at me with sad eyes.
“I don't have them.”
I sighed and looked down at the ground disappointedly. It wasn't like him to lie to me right in the face, but I guessed drugs made him into someone else. I looked at him while he pulled on his bomber jacket and turned on his heel to the door. The jackets were the only place he could have them, and for a few seconds I regretted not looking in his pockets but brushed that away; it didn't make any difference. Eric closed the door silently behind him; he would probably never be the kind to be violent in front of a woman. I stared at the door for a long time after he had left with tears in my eyes. I couldn't say why, but it felt like something didn't add up, but I tried to say to myself that it was just me who wanted it to be that way.
I sat down on the couch where our teacups still stood on the coffee table. I breathed heavily, trying to find acceptance, but it seemed like other thoughts knocked on the door and wanted in.
He hadn't even been in the bathroom. He had been by my side all the time.
I thought back to his visit, trying in every way to find a time he could have taken the pills, but there wasn't a time. In panic, I ran to the bathroom, looking again through every cabinet and box after the pills. I threw things out on the floor to see everything better, but they were nowhere to be found. I cried hysterically because I couldn't find an explanation.
“Maybe you are just the fucking junkie everyone says you are!”
Even if he was the one in the wrong, I swallowed hard when he looked at me hurt.
Without a word, he stood up and started to dress. My instinct was to say I was sorry and beg him to stay, but he had used me for drugs, so there was no hope for us.
I stood with crossed arms and shiny eyes while his naked body disappeared into soft fabrics. He walked by me without a look, out to the hallway.
“Can I have the pills?” I tried to sound cold but didn't know if I succeeded very well. The question made him finally look up at me with sad eyes.
“I don't have them.”
I sighed and looked down at the ground disappointedly. It wasn't like him to lie to me right in the face, but I guessed drugs made him into someone else. I looked at him while he pulled on his bomber jacket and turned on his heel to the door. The jackets were the only place he could have them, and for a few seconds I regretted not looking in his pockets but brushed that away; it didn't make any difference. Eric closed the door silently behind him; he would probably never be the kind to be violent in front of a woman. I stared at the door for a long time after he had left with tears in my eyes. I couldn't say why, but it felt like something didn't add up, but I tried to say to myself that it was just me who wanted it to be that way.
I sat down on the couch where our teacups still stood on the coffee table. I breathed heavily, trying to find acceptance, but it seemed like other thoughts knocked on the door and wanted in.
He hadn't even been in the bathroom. He had been by my side all the time.
I thought back to his visit, trying in every way to find a time he could have taken the pills, but there wasn't a time. In panic, I ran to the bathroom, looking again through every cabinet and box after the pills. I threw things out on the floor to see everything better, but they were nowhere to be found. I cried hysterically because I couldn't find an explanation.
“Maybe you are just the fucking junkie everyone says you are!”
I heard my own words in my head. Had I thrown that in his face, and he hadn't even taken the pills? He must have taken them. Where else were they? I needed to talk to someone, someone that could tell me I had done the right thing. I called Robin with shaking hands, sitting on the toilet lid with legs bobbing up and down in panic.
“My morphine pills were gone, so he must have taken them, but I don't know when he could have done it, but he must have, right? Right? I mean, where are they otherwise? He came here and pretended to be the perfect boyfriend again just to take them!” I rambled with a runny nose.
Robin was quiet on the line. I wasn't prepared for that; I thought he would just say I had done the right thing.
“I have them.”
I didn't understand what he was saying and furrowed my brows in confusion.
“What?”
Robin sighed deeply.
“I'm sorry, I thought I did both of you a favor by taking them away. So he wouldn't be tempted.”
“Huh?” My heart beated hard against my chest.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I had accused Eric of stealing my pills without any proof, and here I now sat with the truth. Eric was really the perfect boyfriend, but I had called him a junkie.
“I didn't want to do a thing out of it because I was afraid you would be angry if I said anything that could be critical to your relationship.”
Robin sounded sincere, but right at that moment I didn't care. I had called Eric a fucking junkie. I thought about his hurt expression but how calm he still continued to be. Always so respectful and sweet, even when hearing such things.
“Oh my god... Oh my god…” I said with a shaking voice and laid a hand over my mouth to cover my sobs.
“I'm really sorry, Della; this wasn't my plan at all!” Said Robin with guilt and stress in his voice. I didn't say anything because I was busy trying to control my tears.
“I would never do such a thing to you. Him, yes, but not you. I can punish him with mom and all that, but I wouldn't-” he interrupted himself, and I could almost hear his panic.
“...how do you punish Eric? What? How do you punish Eric??” I said, upset, and raised my voice. I had a bad feeling—a really bad feeling and ideas about what he had done to Eric spun around in my head.
“Nothing!” Robin sounded mad, but I was quite sure it was a way to mask that he had said way too much.
“Tell me now!”
Robin was quiet on the line. “Is it something about him not seeing Lotti? Huh? Have you kept them from each other?”
Robin sighed like he was irritated, but instead of saying anything, he hung up in my ear.
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