#its been this crap for over 4 years man

[druid-delaluna]

may i ask what happens between you, the fandom, and the crew if you're comfortable recounting? im thinking about getting back into eddsworld after a rocky start in the fandom, but if stuff is worse then..

I want to say firstly if you want to join the fandom don't let my views or story sway you in any way. It's all under the cut please don't go harassing people on my behalf or because you feel you're doing anything good.

A lot of people were victims, including myself of the crew (and by crew I mean those active in the Eddsworld discord before the Patreon change) aggressive and just mean behavior and actions. I'm talking a lot of mad shit spoken, arguments, fights, petty ass drama, and in my case. A lie created by Oblivion/Neep/Prince Jayden to have me kicked from the server. (from what I understand Collin/Jon and a few other crew members were involved as well)That I leaked the Patreon when I never had paid for it. I never had access to it. Either they knew this and didn't care or Bing forgot to mention old mods didn't have to pay for it. I really don't care who did it as most of them dislike me. They didn't like that I was quite blunt with my disapproval and had harsh opinions on their behavior and what was going on with the show. So since they couldn't actually just outright kick me, they figure getting me with this lie was good enough. Bing coming to apologize wasn't because he actually cared, it was more or less damage control pushed by another person, who I got all this information from. Then, you add in all the past grooming and SA crap that happened last summer. On top of these same people going to harass server members and their ex-friends. It is toxic, it is shameful. You think people who have done such bad things would wake up to the fact maybe you're the bad guy in this. You are doing terrible things for what? Your name on a show riddle with issues? Don't you have anything else going for you? I realize I'm tired, I got burnt out fighting and fighting for what I thought was the right thing but man I'm getting old myself I got a lot of opportunities elsewhere.

Regarding fandom, those very same people are now working on the show (SKL was involved too) so it's like I don't want to see them of course. So better I leave, block it all, and try to find some calm back in my fandom/internet life. As well as my own friends being targeted by them or by others over very petty nonsense. I feel bad that perhaps Jayden and the rest are targeting my friends cause of me, maybe they're trying to get at me. So leaving might make it easier on them. I'm not sure. There have been some awful harassment and bullying issues. The fact fandom rightfully opens the discussion of using fascism tropes with the red army but then ignores the rampant racism going on. Also since so many of the older fans are leaving, the younger ones are starting to repeat the same harmful discussions of irl vs show and using that dead man name to push their views.

(Take this next part with a hard grain of salt) Down to the fact that we might not know 100% what happen between Edd Gould and Cal from the google docs. But when I asked Matt about it he couldn't seem to tell us that Cal was an adult at the time of their relationship. I know England laws are different than the states but if you can't just say your friend was dating an adult and kinda avoiding the discussion something very weird going on.

Now if you wanna come back, just stick in your own lane, make your little friend groups, and just have fun is my best advice. Avoid these users as they are very twoface like the rest of the crew. During my time as curator and I got to see those masks drop when they realize you didn't suck up to them. It wasn't just me they acted like this with and I feel so bad for others they hurt to get the positions they have today. It wasn't fair and I understand why removing the one person who stood up to it all was in their mindset as they continue to harm others. I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe it was just all in my head but after finding out from one of them what really happen, it fucking disgusting why they did this. Hope this help explain why I left the fandom and why I dislike the crew so much.

UPDATE: 5/1/2023 As of today Oblivion and Neepin have reached out to apologize for their involvement and behavior towards me and others. I appreciate this and I'm glad they are coming to see what they did was very wrong.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep7 Musings - Loustat: The Trial (Spoilers)

Imma split my Loustat musings into 3 parts, cuz there's A LOT to unpack. So I'll do the Ep3/4 & Ep5 revisits in the next posts; this is just general/initial Louis & Lestat stuff I wanted to respond to.

They beat the dog snot outta Louis, omg. They nearly snapped his neck! Louis was barely conscious, ofc his memory's spotty.

I LOVE how they're emphasizing the physicality of the Maker-Fledgling bond, first w/ Lou & Madz, now w/ Les. It's ofc all wrapped up in how much Loustat loves e/o, but its also their blood connection thru Amel. (I wonder how Louis Merrick'ing himself in Ep5 affects his connection to Amel if his heart didn't stop, cuz Armand stopped him from burning too much?)

And I love what Jacob said in the Insider, afterwards.

Fear that Lestat's come to exact revenge; excitement (a frisson of both negative & positive emotions, excited to see Les just cuz of the tension of having not seen him in so long, but also having all his nerves & senses tingling cuz of the tense anticipation & not knowing what to expect--hence: fear); fury cuz this whole mess could've been avoided if Les had told them WHY European vampires should be avoided at all costs; and relief cuz Les's' alive, his husband's ok.

But this time Lou KNOWS he's the real deal, cuz he can FEEL it--"it wasn't NOT his hand." And Dream!Stat jumpscare in Dubai, well well well; I thought Lou'd stopped seeing him on that Parisian bench? 👀

Here we effing go, whatever this French bish has to say better be good 🍿🍿🍿

I HATE HIM YOUR HONOR 🤣 Omfg take ONE thing seriously! Not the Roland-Garros, STFU! XD Lestat going off script got the coven like WTF?!

OML 🍿🍿🍿

Well that's not helpful at all--WHICH ONE!?

Les was asleep for the whole 100 years b4 he went to NOLA--but we KNOW this can't be true, cuz Les met Marius after he left Paris❗ SAM (the vamp) has been mouthing the words to this whole script, so I wonder if that's just what Les was TOLD to say, OR! It's what HE told THE COVEN, so they wouldn't know about TWMBK❗❗

NOT LES DOING A PIROUETTE INTO THE EARTH STAHP OMG 😭

THIS GAY QUEEN CAN'T HELP HIMSELF, I CANNOT

Awoke in 1908 & disembarked in humidified daughter of Paris, NOLA--but Les told Lou he was headed for Saint Louis, Missouri. 👀

"And who did you meet there?" DANG this is TENSE--Loustat finally making eye contact for the first time, Les having to see his husband all beat up & sad; as Claudia languishes in the background, as usual.

Not Louis with the cigar 😭

"The ACCUSED," LOL, Santiago had to catch himself--stay dehumanizing the violent evil Black man whydontcha; we see you. And Lestat had to feed him his own lines after derailing everyone with that homophobic soldier's evisceration.

Omg this sounds like every court case b4 they throw the book at a Black man. And the bored unaffected way the white audience just rolls their eyes & shakes their heads & smokes--they DGAF about Lou; they've already decided he ain't ish--A STONING.

LOUIS FACE. This is EXACTLY how folk in the fandom talk about Lou--and it came back with a vengeance during all that Loumand Maitre/Arun crap, as y'all were QUICK to jump on Lou being an evil pimp, even though your fave Daniel literally said that was just kinky roleplay Armand didn't take seriously when ish got REAL.

I thought y'all were just bartering for the "last bouquet of lilies"!?

Oh great, the coven's making Louis look like a perv predator. 🤦‍♀️ And the visual centering of Lou's dastardly mind-control waves like a halo over sweet innocent victim Lestat's blonde head, I CANNOT.

Omfg Louis face, SAME! If this crocodile-crying liar don't take his To Kill A Mockingbird, Central Park Five lookin arse off that stage! 🤬

Omfg Lestat I'm finna kill you myself. Omg this nonsense is too much; I know Lou, speak up, YES! But also, STFU, Les is actually tryna save your life by tearing your reputation to shreds. 😬🤦‍♀️

I loooove this effect when the coven uses the Mind Gift on them. They effed him up so bad his left eye started hemorrhaging. 😭

Armand don't you look away for an INSTANT, don't you even BLINK! You could've prevented this, EFF ALL Y'ALL in this nasty AF Theatre!

This gaslighting is hitting way too close to the way IRL court cases go when the innocent get the book thrown at them for crimes they didn't commit.

This is so painful to watch, but Sam Reid you better werk; the way he was yelling those lines had me shook, oml.

Les knows he's effed up, but what can he do? His eyes are going red; he's gonna cry. (His contacts look different, I thought they said they were gonna stick with purple eyed Les?) "I offered it to him in the church on the altar: My companionship." And Lou nodding along, cuz that was their wedding! 😭💔

I was wondering how these frames would be used. It's about the Ep3 race riots and vampire loneliness, the night Louis left & Claudia was made. But I love the implications, cuz how could humans know ANYTHING about hows vampires feel--which is SO important when they start lying about everything else that went down with how Claudia was made and how it would affect her as a "defective" vamp.

Even the VAMPIRES don't know how other vampires feel, and the capacity they have for enduring--Armand said it over & over to Louis in Ep3 and Madeleine in Ep6. Lestat came closest in S1 when he commented on Claudia's eternally 14-yr old metabolism & needing to eat more than an normal vamp, but beyond that none of them had a effing clue what Claudia was going through. They don't know REAL loneliness, even with her diaries telling them what she thought, not HOW SHE FELT.

(And I'm reminded of what I said here about Gabrielle telling Lestat what her loneliness felt like. I think "vampire loneliness" is different for every vampire; which is precisely why Gab (and Claudia) was able to walk away from her Maker/son & live alone; while Nicky & Louis went crazy.)

Lestat crying blood tears, daaaaang 😥

Kill this dude (but I stan a Loustat ally, LOLOL).

Imma stop here, cuz I've run out of Tumblr's stupid 30-pics per post, and the Ep3/4 revisit that "took all the pieces of Louis life, defiled them, bent them into a Lestat-shaped effigy" is IMO the JUICIEST part, with the most new meat to chew on.

[fairyrcts]

BIRTHDAY SEX , C.S.

by fairyrcts warnings - smut , intended lowercase , 2nd person , use of y/n , cursing , underage drinking , pet names , unprotected sex (don't do that), p in v , oral (f & m recieving) rough sex , hair pulling , gagging , virginity loss , maybe more ¿

an - bro ik its virginity loss, but i will not be writing no cherry popping crap

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

the party slowly started to die down due to how long it's been going on. after 3-4 hours of partying, dancing, and drinking, most everyone had left the newly 18 year old's birthday.

you were left with your four best friends playing never have i ever on your couch, everyone's hands up and fingers down while they went in a circle asking questions.

"never have i ever lost my virginity?" nathan asked, his words slightly slurred.

chris's finger went down. nate's finger went down. everyone else's was up.

"y/n, you're a virgin?" chris's eyes wandered you. your legs were on his lap, just far enough away so you couldn't feel his erection.

christopher's always had some sort of interest in you. he didn't really know himself what it was, but he knew he couldn't get you outta his head.

"yeah? is that so surprising?" you chuckled.

to him, yeah, it was. of course nick hadn't, matt, sure, but you?

not because he thought you were someone who'd just give it up easily, but because you were by far the most attractive person he'd ever seen. to think that no man has ever taken that kind of interest in you was diabolical.

"no, no, that's not what i meant."

you shifted your legs up his thighs more causing chris's eyes to widen and his dick to grow harder by the second.

"hmm, okay, never have i ever made out with someone in the circle?"

nick's question revealed another thing about you he hadn't known. just after her finger went down, matt's went down too.

matt?

"uhm, hello? explain?"

matt began talking about what had happened.

"in eighth grade we were at that one guy's party and we were playing seven minutes in heaven and we made out in his coat closet."

the memory came back to you , causing her to laugh.

"oh my gosh, we were so inexperienced. that was funny."

the game and conversations went on for another half hour, but everyone began getting tired.

"we should probably get going. i shouldn't be driving when i'm tired and if we stay longer, i'll pass out." you could hear the exhaustion in matt's voice.

chris didn't wanna leave. not yet at least. there was so much more that they could do.

"y'know, or, if it isn't a hassle.. we could just stay here?" christopher asked with a cheeky grin.

you weren't opposed to chris's idea. "yeah, c'mon, stay the night. nate, you can get the couch, matt and nick will have the extra bedroom down here and chris.. you can sleep up in my room." you spoke softly, moving your legs off of his and sat up.

matt honestly didn't care, as long as he got sleep, he was fine. since matt was their driver and if he chose to stay here, that was their only option.

since everyone agreed, they made their way to designated sleeping area's, nate on the couch, matt and nick in the guest room and chris in your bed.

thoughts began roaming his mind as he watched your hips sway in front of him while you walked up the stairs. seeing you in the same bed as him, sleeping with him. he could only imagine as what was to happen.

you opened the door to your room, nothing chris hasn't seen before.

"uhm, i don't think i have anything for you to change into. i'm sorry." your voice was tired and gentle as you spoke.

"it's alright." he smiled which was reciprocated back.

"put on something for us to watch, i'm gonna change." chris nodded as you went into your closet.

he scrolled through the apps on your tv, landing on netflix. he went through the rows of genres, eventually choosing the amazing spiderman.

you walked out in an over-sized shirt and small shorts. chris's eyes made his way up and down your body, setting on your tits.

fuck.

you weren't wearing a bra. your boobs were practically on display.

not that he was complaining.

you made your way under the covers next to him, not noticing his stare.

"oh fun, i love spiderman." you laid back on the bed and got comfortable. chris didn't wanna feel awkward so he did the same as he pressed play.

your head sat on his shoulder, whispering little things in his ear every few minutes.

not far into the movie, chris began getting hot. he was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve, not his ideal sleeping outfit.

"i'm sorry, do ya mind if i take my sweats off? i'm burning up."

mind? did you mind? hell, you wished he'd take everything off, but that's something better kept to yourself.

"no, not at all. that's fine." you gave him a small smile while he stood up and pulled his pants off.

fuck.

you peeked out the corner of her eyes, seeing chris's fully imprinted cock against his boxers. there was no way he wasn't hard.

he got back in bed and you acted as if his dick wasn't practically on display.

not that she was complaining.

the pair continued watching the movie but you started getting fidgety. you moved a leg instinctively, your thigh in between chris's.

chris bit down on his bottom lip to keep a gasp from leaving his mouth. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was basically the only thought in his head.

"chris-" he knew what you were about to say. he could feel himself get hard against her leg.

"-are you, uh."

your leg moved from off of him slowly, but was immediately brought back up by chris's hand.

you looked up towards him, his gaze on your lips.

there was nothing on your mind other than how bad you wanted him to kiss her. and somehow, your mind was read. chris's lips met yours and his hand going to your lower back.

your arm slid around his neck and got your fingers tangled in his hair. chris bit her bottom lip, asking for entrance.

once granted, everything became messy. small moans coming from both parties, incoherent sentences in between breaths.

your lips moved down to his jaw, sucking and forming hickeys all down his neck.

"just like that, baby." he whispered quietly. his hands moved up and to your chest, running his hand along your now hard nipple.

you moved upright on top of him, his cock pocking your ass. you took his shirt off in a singular motion.

she began marking up his chest while he played with the hem of her shirt.

"i- fuck. take it off." his voice wasn't demanding but you knew to do what you were told.

you dragged the shirt over your arms and tossed it to the floor. chris wasted no time going to your tits. he sucked on them, mumbling compliments against your boobs.

your moans filled the room causing chris' mind to go crazy. if that's how you sounded when he was just on you tits, what more could he get from you?

his mouth made it's way back to yours but his hands stayed on your hips, moving them back and forth on his dick.

all he could think about was the feeling of you grinding and how'd fucking good it'd feel without either of them being clothed.

"how bad do you want me?" his voice lowly spoke in your ear. it was clear to hear the lust in his tone.

"really badly." you said just above a whisper.

he laid you down on you back and put a finger under the hemline of your shorts, only feeling one.

"you haven't got panties on?"

you shook your head no and with that there was no turning back.

"can i take em' off?" chris's words were impatient, but your nods were even more impatient.

not wanting to wait any longer, he tugged them down, reaching your ankles. he groaned at the sight of your cunt, wet due to him.

he crawled further on the bed and positioned himself in between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs.

his breath against your pussy made her loose you mind more. little did you know, you were about to be senseless.

without hesitation, his tongue ran up and down your folds, making your back arch and a moan to leave your lips.

chris sucked on your clit while two of his digits went inside you. he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

his fingers curled, hitting your g-spot. you moaned loudly with shock at the new feeling. she threw her head back on the headboard while you moved your hips along with his hand.

a pit formed in your stomach as your orgasm was close.

"ch-chris, i- fuck, i think." you hadn't ever felt an organism this good.

"you're so close. cum for me, it's alright, ma." his voice just pushed you over the edge and your moans got louder. the balloon in your stomach popped as your juices coaxed his hand.

he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them off. "fuck, ma, you taste so good."

you panted, breathless.

"you okay?" he asked to which you nodded.

"good, cuz i need more. please, baby." his voice was pleading and you had no other choice other than to say yes. you wanted to return the favor.

you scooted off the bed and onto her knees. "can i?" you looked up at him with begging eyes.

"mhm, mhm, yeah, mama." you slowly slid his boxers down to the floor, his cock covered in pre-cum.

your mouth slid around his dick, your tongue swirling on his tip. chris tried to speak, but everything was a blur.

you fit his whole length in your mouth, gagging against him. the vibrations only made him loose his mind more.

while your mouth focused on sucking, you brought your hand up to stroke the rest of his dick that couldn't fit in your mouth.

"i- fuck, y/n." he groaned. his hand went to your hair, grasping it in his hands and slightly guiding your head back and forth. his movement became more harsh and by now tears were running down your cheeks.

"i'm gonna cum, shit, i- ma. fuck, i can't." his words were cut off by his own moaning as he came in your mouth.

"swallow." you obeyed his orders before chris wiped a small bit off your lip.

"good girl." you chuckled and stood up, your knees almost buckling under you.

"i thought you said you were a virgin?" his brows furrowed.

"i am. but i didn't say i've never given head before." a smirk made it's way onto your lips.

"then how about we change that?" his mouth moved to your neck and began leaving hickeys as he gently laid you back down on the bed. he scooted his dick in front of your folds.

"i'll start slow, mkay?"

"yes please." you smiled softly. sure, you were nervous, but it was with chris and you wouldn't have it any other way.

he put his cock inside you slowly, winces coming from your lips.

"just a bit more, baby. you're doing incredible. you can take it."

his dick was now fully in you as he slowly moved it in and out. the pleasure overweighed the pain and you were now comfortable with his size.

"can i go faster?" you nodded and he picked up speed. he put a hand on her tummy, feeling his bulge under his hand.

"chris, i- fuck. keep going." your words were almost not understandable, you were on cloud 9. the pure ecstasy that you were feeling was unbelievable.

chris's pace kept gradually going faster while their moans were the only thing being heard.

your hand gripped the headboard to stabilize you as his dick pumping into you caused your whole body to move. your tits bounced up and down before chris's hand made it's way to them.

chris stuck two fingers in your mouth, the rest of his hand holding your chin in place. his other hand went down and began rubbing your clit at a vigorous speed.

"ch-chris, fuck." your moans were music to his ears. your words only made him go faster.

"flip over." he ordered while sliding his dick out. you moved on all 4's, your ass sticking up.

chris slipped his cock back in and took a handfull of your hair, pulling it with every pump. his other hand gripped your ass.

"oh my fucking god. you feel fucking amazing. mm, keep taking it, atta girl."

you were now a mess. sweat stuck to your face as your hair was being pulled back. your tits swung and your jaw was slack as they were both reaching their second orgasm.

"chris, i c-can't anymore. fuck, i'm g-gonna cum." your head turned to the side to speak to him.

"mm mm, not yet, baby. you can keep going.

you kept taking it, wanting to please chris. but the feeling of his cock buried inside of you, the faint sound of skin slapping, everything was just getting too much.

without warning, chris pulled out. leaving you confused.

"if you're gonna cum, i gotta see your face. come ride, sweetheart." he took this time to sit and regain his breath while you sat and positioned yourself on top on his dick.

chris's hands moved to your hips and guided you up and down on his cock. your face contorted at the feeling of him consistently hitting her g-spot.

he moved his face to your tits as they bounced in his face, sucking on your chest. this only added to the amount of unbearable pleasure.

"please, chris. i- fuck. pleasepleaseplease let me cum. mm, please."

chris nodded his head, you cumming the second you were given permission. your jaw went slack and chris slid out, releasing his load on your tummy.

"holy fuck. alright.." he panted and let out a humorless chuckle as you exhaustedly put your forehead on his shoulder.

"let's get you cleaned up, mama." you tried standing, but it was near impossible.

chris helped her up and carried you to the bathroom. you sat on the edge of the bath while he started the water. "you're incredible, y'know that?"

the next morning, chris and you walked down the stairs, chris supporting you so you didn't fall.

downstairs, everyone was awake and staring at them.

"so... how'd you sleep?" nate said emotionless while you stumbled and sat next to him on the couch.

"uhm, i slept okay." you side-eyed him while chris went into the kitchen where nick and matt were.

"yeah, i didn't."

"oh, i'm sorry. was the couch too uncomfy?" your face was concerned but then became one of realization.

"nope, it was just fine. but all i could hear was your moaning and chris's groaning." his words caused you and chris' face to turn red while matt and nick just laughed.

[slightlystupidhun]

Niente

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

CW: Grooming, use of drugs,drug abuse, Kody, Blake, Quinn

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

Six months into this… “relationship” Tank and Quinn have become a small known item in the community. DxW was still not in the know and Tank wanted to keep it that way, Quinn did too. After all, they had a good thing going and neither of them wanted to lose it.

As the relationship grew on, DxW’s fame grew as well, Tank and Quinn saw each other less. When they did he would get irritable, and they would fight. Sometimes he would physically take it out on them, other times he would verbally abuse them. He became a loose cannon, one that really irked a certain band member of his, Vega. Vega hated how Quinn treated Tank and even brought this up to Quinn himself.

“This isn't okay, Quinn. They are quite literally ten years younger than you. You’ve groomed them, abused them, and indoctrinated them into crap that's gonna hurt them like hell.” Vega scolded as he turned Quinn to face him. Lying next to Quinn on the couch was Tank, spacing out, high out of their mind and tripping out so bad they wanted to cry. It was a bad high as most of them were.

“Whatever Vega. You don’t like it leave.” Quinn sneered at Vega.

“Shit…” Tank said sitting up fast as they felt their phone alarm chime. “I gotta get home…” Their words slurred and their eyes were watering.

“Hold on, Precious, Take this it’ll help.” Quinn said, handing them pills from his pocket. Trusting him they swallowed the pills, receiving a deep kiss from Quinn. Vega quickly pulled them out from under Quinn, giving the pale man a sharp glare.

“I’m done with your shit Quinn. Find a new bass.” He lifted them up in his arms and brought them out of the room and to his car. The leather seats felt cold but that started to be the least of their concern as they began to feel even worse. They could hear distant sounds of Vega telling them to hold on and that they would be fine. They didn't even know how much time had elapsed before they were being picked up again. They could hear a knock on the door before hearing familiar voices.

“Hello- Tank? What the hell?!” David yelled out which caused the rest of the band to run to the door as well. “What the hell did you do?”

“Its a bad trip. Quinn gave them-” Vega began but David cut them off.

“Quinn? That bastard did this? How the hell, they were supposed to be in their room…” Asher finally interjected. “Get them in here, put them down on the couch.” He spoke with finality in his tone. Moving to the side to let Vega in the house. Vega was scarily aware of when the door behind him shut. It was shut by the shortest one there, who had a deadly look on his face. Ash and David moved over to the couch to be closer to Tank. They began to shake and get nervous, obviously having the full effect of the dissociative as they mumbled unintelligible ramblings.

“They took some…” He reached into his pocket to pull out the pill package,“I'm not sure how much he gave them, but it’s Dextromethorphan. Look, I.. I’m sorry about all of this… They’ve been seeing Quinn for the past six months. I told them… it doesn't matter what I told them. They should be fine, just keep an eye out for them.”

“And why isnt that bastard here himself?” The short one with the sharp accent spoke.

“He… He didn't see an issue with it. I did.” Vega answered plainly. He began to make his way toward the door, pausing before stepping out the door. “They’re a good kid…” With that he left out the door leaving Tank in the arms of David who sat behind them to try to restrain them and get them to calm down.

“It's okay Tank… You’re okay…” Ash tried to speak to them softly.

“Goddamnit Tanker. Your ass is in so much trouble.” David gritted through his teeth, worry overcoming every other emotion evident in his tone.

Milo paced around the room as Tank shook and started sobbing in David's arms rambling something no one could understand. He could only make out a few words from their ramblings, “M sorry… Ga…be… ‘m sorry…”

It took them a while to calm down enough to be coherent again. By now the sun was rising again, and they were coming to on the couch, laying against the arm of the chair. In front of them was David, his arms crossed and his eyes dead set on them. Asher was in the corner in the lounge chair his head cradled in his hands. Milo was on the phone with his mom. Tank could hear him giving her a check up on their condition.

“How are you feeling?” David asked. His eyes looked tired and his tone was stern, with a hint of worry. He ran his hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I…” Their voices came out shakier than they intended. “I’m fine…” Their words were slurred as they still had a few lingering effects.

“What the hell were you thinking?” David asked, his voice breaking a little bit. It was then that Tank realized just where they were. They sat up quickly, their eyes watering. They felt like they had been thrown in cold water. They had bad highs before. They'd taken hits before. But nothing compared to the pain that they saw on their bandmates faces. On their family's faces. They realized now the impact that Quinn not only had on them, but also the people they cared about.

“I’m sorry… I thought.” Their voices cracked as they began to cry. “I thought he liked me… I thought I was special.”

“No Tank. An asshole like him will never see anyone as special!” He gritted his teeth. Right now, David was pissed at a lot of things. He was pissed at Tanker for being so reckless. He was pissed at himself for not being more on top of them. Most of all, he was pissed at Quinn for being such a malicious motherfucker. “I told you he wasn't a good person. In fact, I told you to stay away from him.”

Tank didn't say anything… After all, what could they say? They simply sat and took it as David yelled at them. The couch seemed to envelope them and swallow them whole as they sat further into it. David started pacing around the living room as his yelling continued.

“David… I think they got the point for now…” Asher spoke up, setting his hand down on David's shoulder. David sighs and shakes his head as he grabs his car keys. Everyone in the dimly lit room freezing, waiting to see what his next move was.

“I’m going to get some food… does anyone want anything?” Running his fingers through his hair, David’s eyes scanned around the room, as he wrote down Milo, and Ashers orders. He looked at Tank and they shook their head no. “I’ll grab you something, in case you change your mind.”

He walked out the door and jumped into his truck. It was his dad’s old 1966 all black Chevrolet truck. It was a generational car. It had been passed down from his grandpa, to his dad… and now to him. He pulled into the fast food restaurant, parking and locking the car. He walked into the establishment walking into the line, thinking about how he met his current partner.He was just standing in that same spot when he noticed a familiar figure in front of him. This was a person that he kept seeing more and more recently. They would be in the store,at the bar he went to, hell he’d even seen them at the park when he went jogging. They turned around their eyes meeting his dark ones. They looked him up and down, looking at his black ripped jeans, his white shirt and leather jacket, adorned with a silver chain with dog tags and a few silver rings.

“Why are you following me?” His voice came out harsher than he originally intended. What did this person want with him? Were they a stalker? A fan? There was no way this could just be a coincidence right?

“Why would you think I was following you huh?” They peered up at him through their doe eyes, a devious grin plastered on their face.

“Because you’re everywhere I am, dumbass… What? Did you think I wouldn't notice? I have eyes.” He glared down at them. Now that he was able to get a better look at them, they were pretty attractive, but he wouldn't fall for their looks, it could all be a trap for him.

“Why do you think I would be following you?” They said feigning innocence.

“Well, if I knew why you might be following me,I wouldn't have asked, and that question wasn't rhetorical. What do you want?”

“Chill out there tiger, I don’t want anything from you. Maybe we just keep ending up in the same places.” They try to calm him down.

“Oh so we just keep ending up in the same places… Convenient.” He rolls his eyes at them.

“Convenient that you get to see me again?” They said, obviously flirting with the stranger.

“I meant the explanation is convenient, not the experience. You little snot.”

“And why might someone be following you around? Are you special or something?” They smiled up at him and batted their eye lashes.

“Well, it's none of your damn business why someone might follow me around. Wouldn't you like to know, if you don't already.”

“Maybe it's a lucky coincidence.” They say smiling up at him.

“Oh, we got a comedian over here. Look if it was once, that's a coincidence. Twice, alright, whatever, apparently we live in the same area. Three times, I don’t buy it.”

“But I showed up first, the second time and the third time, and right now.”

“It doesn't matter who showed up first each of the times, we were both there. Clearly, you were following me.”

“Maybe you were the one following me.”

“I was not following you! Why would I follow you?”

“Wouldn't you like to know!” They smiled devilishly, as they moved further forward in the line.

“Oh wouldn't I like to- Look, I don't know what you're trying to do here, but I’m gonna find out. By keeping an eye on you.”

“Ah Well in that case, do you wanna have lunch with me?” They smiled up at him.

“Excuse me? No I don't want to- well yes I am here for lunch but why would I have lunch with you? I can keep an eye on you from a distance. Preferably, driving away and hoping you don’t follow me.” He paused for a long moment. “You know what fine. I will have lunch with you, but only because I want to figure out what the fuck you’re up to.” He said looking at them skeptically. After everything that happened today he wasn't in the mood to deal with anymore shit.

“Ask me then.” They gave him a grin reminiscent of the cheshire cats.

“Ask you? You wish! You just asked me and I said yes. That's as good as you're gonna get! Now go up and order, dumbass.”

It took a while for all of the food David ordered to come out. Which gave them the perfect amount of time to become more well acquainted. David was able to gauge that they were not a threat and didn't know who he was. However, they were a terrible flirt. “Thank you but don’t think that compliments are gonna make me trust you. I’m not that easy.”

“Oh but you are easy?” They winked at him as they leaned forward placing their head in their hand.

“I’m not easy at all. Get your head out of the gutter.” He growled out.

“Ooh you’re getting flustered.”

“I am not getting flustered. And you are not the one in control of this conversation.” He glared at them, his face getting red. They talked to each other in a circle before David decided to change the topic. “What's your name?”

“What's your name?” They shot back at him, earning a chuckle from the large man.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiled as they told him their name. “David’s mine. I’d say nice to meet you but that remains to be seen.”

“There’s a lot of me that remains to be seen.” They say in a sing-songy tone, gesturing to their body.

He rolled his eyes at them. There was an air around them that comforted him and that was also extremely alluring to him. It was like he was stuck in a losing battle. After a few more jokes he clears his throat, deciding to take a risk. “Well that's about as lighthearted as I get so if that doesn't work for you. Consider that when I ask my next question.”

“Oh? And what might that question be?” They mused at him, wiping their mouth lightly with a napkin.

“Oh, I’m so glad you asked. You are annoying and you’re mouthy… and I wouldn't mind getting to know you better. If you wouldn't…” They smiled at him so brightly and he knew he was already so lost on them.

And the rest is history. They had already gone on multiple dates together. David even had his first spout of jealousy kick in when he worried about their ex. Angel was not the first person he dated but he already knew he wanted them to be the last. He quickly grabbed the group's food and headed back to his truck, not wanting to be away from them any longer. He had many thoughts on the drive back home, most of them being different methods on how to kill quinn.

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Benny saves reader from a zombie

When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.

A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao

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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”

“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”

“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.

“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out. 

“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”

“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.

Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.

“Boring!”

“Didn’t even try.”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.

“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.

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It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.

“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.

As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Future you was less than pleased.

Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.

“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.

If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.

“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

“I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.

“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”

After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.

Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.

It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.

Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.

“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.

Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.

Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.

When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.

[audie430]

BSD guys comfort you when you feel down

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, atsushi

Hello beautiful! I hope you're doing well :) in honor of bungou stray dogs season 4, here are some new headcanons. I'm writing some hurt-comfort/fluff once more bc I'm a sucker for it and I'm ready for the year to be over already (only 10 days in haha💀).

Chuuya Nakahara

lmao fiesty boi

more spicy than takis

anyways

this shawty is a busy man, he has lots of work to always do so it would take him a few days to realize you're in a funk

I think he would figure out when he comes home for dinner and you arent as expressive as you usually are

he fell in love w you for how pure and adorable you areeee😭😭💕

he would ask what youre preparing for dinner and you'd answer w smth like "sigh, whatever you want. Or take out."

This boy loves your food, even if you suck at cooking

He sees you on the couch scrolling through your phone, seeing your unhappy expression

"Hey y/n.. whats wrong?"

"Hm? oh nothing, Im fine"

GIRLIE CUT THE CRAP-

hehe jkjk unless..

he would obviously not break you bc youre like invinsible and like the biggest stone walls protect your heart from being vulnerable :/

He'll tell you he's getting chinese or smth and grab his keys to leave

but in reality he goes out to the store and buys all your fav things and the things that remind him of you

this guy is rich, he will buy you everything

Imagine him coming home w ingredients for your fav meal and an extra bag w a new teddy bear and maybe even a face mask, perfume, and a new nail polish color, or maybe matching hoodiessss

"uh chuuya, what are you doing? what's that?"

"I dont know whats burdening your sweet lil head, but darling whatever it is, just acknowledge those bad feelings and set them aside. You're so strong, but I want you to rest now. I bought you something and Im gonna be cooking your favorite tonight. Go open your gift, I'll tell you when food is done."

cue your tears

"darling?"

"..thank you bub"

he'll wrap you in his arms, rubbing your head, and drawing shapes on your back

"shhh sh sh, I'm here now"

he'll grab a chair so you can hang out w him in the kitchen while he cooks

he'll softly smile everytime your face lights up while you are opening your gifts

then you'll get to the bottom of your present

a rock?

"rocks always remind me of you, silly girl"

he was your penguin, giving you the smoothest part of earth he could find

after dinner, he'll get a bath running and join you

just innocent touches on your body to help you relax and sweet nothings to help your tired mind.

you practically become jelly in his hold

he'll carry you to bed, rub your back some more

all the head kisses in the world from chuuya ofc

"sleep well, little lamb"

Osamu Dazai

im simping all over again, pls let me drown w him

i wanna cuddle and watch disney movies pls😩

depression who

this man knows the dark side, he has always had to protect himself from others

until he met you anyways

Lets say yall have been together for about 8-9 ish months. You both have opened up about your lives, but ofc not everything

Your past rises to the surface, whatever it is: its a bad memory and you break down

Im gonna say you found smth triggering while you scrolled through your cell phone

You were taking a sip of water when it happened and it caused your hand to slip

glass broken everywhere; the sound was loud and made your mind fuzzy

You couldnt move

"Dearest, i'm homeeeee🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻"

literally not rn dazai-

anyway, his eyes widen. there you are on the brink of collapse

your knees are physically trembling, eyes watering and foggy

you couldnt even process dazai being there, did you even know he was there?

"y/n.. dont. move. I'll pick up the glass"

he needs to make your surroundings are safe before he can assess what the hell actually happened here

you answer him with a whimper, still trembling

he quickly sweeps the glass closest to you so he can grab your hand. you flinch but allow the touch otherwise so he can set you down

youre sitting on the floor while he picks up the rest of the glass

once he tosses the glass out into the bin, you couldnt hold it in as you started bawling

dazai quickly comes to you, he kneels in front of you trying to get your attention

thankfully you look at him and reach for him

he gently manuvers you onto his lap and allows you to curl into him

"o-osamu, I cant anymore, it.. it hurts"

the detecrive wont say anything more than a few short comforting whisperings and shushing you while he plays with your hair and gives your head a few kisses

he'll wait to move from the floor when you can breathe, and if you need a little guidance, he will see to it

"y/n, look at the palm of my hand. When we breathe in, you're gonna slowly trace all my fingers starting with my thumb, okay? You're gonna do the same thing when we breathe out. Go from the middle of my palm to the thumb, alllll the way to my pinky, can my lovely do that? here, lets do it together."

And slowly you inhale, you tickle his fingers when you trace the base of each of them up to his fingertips, then go back down to meet the following finger. You make your way back to his thumb and you exhale as you repeat the action all over again.

he'll pick your body up against his and he'll cuddle you in bed until you fall asleep

"my sweet girl, you did so well. I love you, have sweet dreams. I'll join you soon."

And when you wake up, you'll be met with your fav take out and a new spft blanket that was just in the dryer

Ranpo Edogawa

how did this man realize his feelings for you? or do you just taste like chocolate?

you knew coming into this relationship would be difficult

he's a literal child at 26

You or someone else will have to tell ranpo that you arent doing so great

in this scenario, we're gonna say someone else

kunikida: "hey ranpo, whats going on with y/n lately?"

"its probably their time of the month"

👊🏻💥

he's clueless until he puts on those glasses istg

he'll give you a glance and realize you're basically sulking

your shoulders look stiff, you have bags under your eyes, you look shaky, but not sick?

he put on his glasses and it all literally clicked

"ohh so thats what it is"

"uh ranpo who are you talking to?"

"not right now astushi, youll understand when youre older"

if yall are still at work when he gets the time to start a conversation with you, he will give you a snack of your choosing

and yes he will pout

"huh you want that one?! ahh, okay.."

and then youll quickly excuse yourself to do more work to rid yourself of your negative thoughts

youll drive ranpo and yourself home. you slump on the couch, your eyes watering. You are so tired

Ranpo will sit next to you and harshly pull you into his side to kiss your head before laying your head on his lap

"I dont like it when your sad, and I'm not good with nice words, but I can listen so spit it out so I can make you feel better."

he'll hold you all night, however you'd like

and if you rant thats up to you

just know that he is right there and you're in this together♥︎

Atsushi Nakajima

rawr

he's a sweet lil angel and will do ANYTHING to make you smile

"uhm y/n, i'll turn into a tiger for you"

"hey y/n just wanted to let you know that I did the dishes!"

"hey sweetie! do you wanna cuddle, maybe?"

^his love language is def shown through actions so he will either hold you or help you through most of your chores

it all started at the beginningnof the week, you were not feeling it

it was rainy and you were exhausted: it was only monday

you both had off work and it was pouring out, so you were stuck at home

atsushi said he would start w the chores but you didnt think he meant yours too

the whole apartment was tidy and he was even making you your fav sandwhich

he even turned on your fav show before giving you lunch

he sat next to you and pulled your feet into his lap

when he was done your sandwich, he massaged your feet and ankles and even kissed your toes to make you laugh

dw, you were wearing socks

affer eating and your episode finished, atsushi decided to pull out your record player and play your fav songs

*imagine enchanted by ts playing while he spun you in the living room🥺

"ahh, atsu! hahah"

it was.. enchanting to meet you

"oh princess, you make me wonder what I did just to have you in my life"

"I love you so much, let me take care of you today, and everyday after that."

"I want to watch you walk down the aisle in a pretty white dress"

he rlly simps for you, hard

astushi will spoil you the rest of the day with lingering soft touches, give you an early present that he was saving for your birthday, make dinner too

he would run you a bath and let you borrow his favorite hoodie and blush when you smell him on it

youre so tiny in his hoodies😭😭 he absolutely adores it

and he hopes that he can forever make you smile

"I never want to be the reason to make you cry, rest now. I'll protect you tonight. Every night, I promise" *kiss

oml look yall I did it, i wrote fanfiction. I hope yall have a great new year! dont forget to give me some ideas for work in the future, I will love yout input! have a lovely day, gorgeous :)

[andreabaideas]

First impression of each DJATS character after reading and watching?

Well interesting!

Let's see :

Warren

Book : chill funny one. Nice. Liked him. 8

Show: chill funny one. Nice. Good ethnicity change. Cool looks. Liked him. 8

Eddie

Book : Annoying but dignified on the end and understandable. 7

Show : Annoying, childish and rancorous. Didn't like the Camila's Affair. Without dignity. 4

Graham

Book: seemed rancorous and was later an incel. Didn't get over Karen even after 40 years. 4 .

Show: nice, cute, understandable, a good man there that you could marry happily tbh (Warren is like that too, Eddie IS pathetic, and Billy IS an unfaithfull toxic drunkard, as much as i like him, and IS in LOVE with many people at once...the logic choice for a boyfriend IS Graham, lets be honest). 9.

Teddy

Book : bossy. Kinda bitchy. Meh. 5

Show: father like figure, nice. I liked him better here. Ethnicity change works too. 8.

Rod :

Book : chill awesome and gay/bi. 9

Show: chill awesome . Sexuality non mentioned. 8 ( Its the scripters fault)

Karen

Book : feminist brunette tomboy rock star tired of everyone's shit. Not as good friend of Camila as you would think tbh. Did get over with Graham. Tough chick. 8

Show : Barbie Rock star. Feminist. Better friend to Camila at least she seemed to feel genuelly guilty about knowing but non telling Cami. Still in love with Graham. Less tough and nicer. I liked her better I guess? 9.

Daisy

Book : genious but also insane. Very selfish and a bitch, not very lovable, in fact sometimes you may hate her, charismatic but annoying. Camila wakes her conscience. Doesn't really know what she wants. She's said to have ethereal beauty and essence about her that's intoxicating and IS a beautiful redhead with Big blue eyes. 7.

Show : nicer, less selfish , she's not a bitch she is bitchy, but she isn't one you hate, she IS more like misguided but relatable main character with whimsical energy, Creative, artistic, she wants to be loved and a family aka what Camila have, her conscience wakes Itself, she regaings power and dignity in the end by walking away by herself tbh. Genious, slightly crazy, she also has ethereal beauty and essence about her that's intoxicating and IS a beautiful redhead with Big blue eyes. I loved her. 10.

Billy

Book : Hot and a decent dad. I didn't believe a Word he said about anything of the story..He was full of bullshit tbh. I found him unreliable, and a liar . But He was very truly charismatic. His Only reedeming quality was being a good dad apart of being a good musician. Suppossedly adores Camila with cute details like gifts , ice cream...etc But then threats her like crap cheating, falling for another and letting her raise 3 kids mostly by herself (playing with kids and being cute doesn't count, you should do the ugly parts too...Which he didn't do ever, first as a musician then as a composer/ song writer)

Something that bothered me a lot while reading was...If he truly wanted Daisy to find her "Camila" aka her water...why he messed with her??? Why he didn't throw her out the band ? Uh?

Cause he was a Liar!!!! He wanted to have her without the obvious repercussions (and Camila's complaints). Hadn't she left the way she did, prompted by Camila...They would had fallen into the affair hard.

Its just not real and It annoyed me a lot. No man is Schrodinger's cat unfaithfull (like unfaithfull and faithfull at once) , come on!! At least he IS entertaining to read XD . 7'5.

Show : im too biased here cause I love Sam. Hot and moderately decent dad, also a liar , but we saw what he did so...we are ready for his bullshit already XD.

Charismatic as fuck .

His true reedeming qualities are : Sam Claflin, Sam Claflin's singing voice, his fatherhood tiny moments with baby and kid Julia...and did i mention Sam Claflin being a hot rockstar?!...thats It. Whoever casted him did the Lord's job, cause had Billy been played by another actor everyone wouldn't be so in love or rooting for pairings ( Daisily or Camilly) everyone would hate him.

Sam has the talent to make you root for problematic people ( exceptions are in Nightingale and Peaky Blinders... for obvious reasons).

I liked that he relapses, I found It realistic. At least here he Only fuck Up (at the beginning, then he redeems) with one kid, not 3... If the bar for being a good dad consist in being there for the birth and to play a bit with your kid...Then the bar Its more than fucking under the ground, It IS as deep as the metro train!!! . He gets the 9, just because of Sam, excluding my Sam fangirlism... then 7'5 , and being generous, and Its for the relapse and the realistic infidelity approach...

Simone

Book : barely there. Super anecdotic. 6.

Show : my God, It was the best thing ever they did...They give her a soul!!! And interests outside Daisy!!! And a cool story. And a girlfriend...10. I couldn't love her more.

Camila...Brace yourself.

Book: Oh boy, I loved her. Patient , saintly, amazing strong traditional wife , awesome Mom. Good wife...not perfect (unfaithfull too and slightly manipulative) but very good overall. I loved her , so chill, strong and bossy. Tiny force to be reckoned with. 9.

Show: they sucked Camila's energy like vampires suck Blood ugh. They bared her of her strenght and made her say the cringiest quotes of the show , half of her dialogues were pure cringe. Camila Morrone Its so talented she Worked with that and made the changes watchable..

Taller and prettier, model like...it doesn't work as It should, as Camila was supposed to be less pretty than Daisy, here they are on the same level physically . Also Cami comes off as less cool and sometimes could come off even as bland. Her character IS now more realistic but IS the scorned wife™ , that here It doesn't really work, her peacefull confident behaviour with the literal quote "I hope I never see you again" as a prove translates as "I am the Queen and the King IS mine suck It Up bitch I won , go away"... I wish they respected her as she was , even with everything that they changed.

Had they kept her just like she was It would've been epic. But It wasn't. 7 . (For Camila Morrone's acting, not for her script).

Lisa and Julia are barely there, so i like them better in the show, as i'm seeing them, I guess? 7-8.

Nicky...i hated both versions, so yeah XD. - 10.

Thats It!!

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Arizona Robbin x reader - Bonding over a trauma

First posted on my Wattpad - arizona_is_my_wife

Word count: 965 (including A/N)

Arizona's POV: Owen - "Incoming trauma people, multiple car collisions 5 injured and critical 2 dead on site be ready!" Great. I've just got out a  surgery on a kid who needed a new bowel but there was some complications so it ran over and I was in the OR for like 11 hours and now this? Don't get me wrong I adore my job but I just want to sleep. I go and get a trauma gown on and wait for the ambulances.  Y/N - "Hey I assume you got called down here for the trauma as well?" 

Y/N's a cardiothoracic surgeon whom I happen to have a massive high school style crush on, she's a god. Like I don't think I've ever seen her lose a patient. Sure she may not cure them all the way and might have just bought them a couple more months but, that's better than dying on the table and if she couldn't do anything no one else could've. Arizona - "Yeah I was, I hope it's not too bad because I just got out of a really long surgery so I want to sleep so bad" Y/N - "I feel you, I just got done with a CABG it didn't take long only 5 hours but I've been at work since 4:30am for pre rounds and it now what? 6:30pm." Arizona - "Man that's rough, wanna grab a drink at Joe's after this?" Y/N - "Sure, I could do with some alcohol." Our conversation was short lived as we heard the wail of the ambulance siren rapidly approaching. Paramedic - "Female, 17 years old, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest, presumably a broken leg and a foreign body lodged in her chest!" Y/N - "Thank you we've got it from here."

Time skip

We managed to stitch up all her other wounds and stabilise her leg until Callie can come look at it and now we're trying to figure out what object is sitting dangerously close to her heart. I go and collect the scans to show y/n. Arizona - "Well, it doesn't look like glass." Y/N - "Definitely not glass. Wait.." Arizona - "What, what? Did you see something?" Y/N - "Crap! That's pushing  right on her left ventricle we need to get her to an OR now before it penetrates it and she bleeds out!" 

We rush her into an OR and crack her chest.  Y/N - "In all my years of being a surgeon I have never seen a girl with a piece of number plate (license plate) in her chest, what about you Robbins?" Arizona - "Yeah no, this is a first for me too."

As we continued to operate nothing went wrong, like I said, god. So before I knew it, it was time to close and for Callie to come in and fix her leg. We left an intern to close because we both just wanted out of the hospital at that point.

We walked to Joe's and sat at a table and ordered drinks, I got a vodka and lemonade she got a beer. We sat in silence for a while until she spoke up Y/N - "You know, we should really hang out more, your a very fun person to be around. You're so bubbly and fun so.. yeah just an idea." It was cute because I could tell she was nervous and in all fairness I was nervous to reply because I didn't want to screw this up. Arizona - "I'd love that, you're a very nice person to be around too y/n."

Y/N POV: For weeks we have been flirting, weeks. Yet neither one of us has made a move. This is the closest we have got to asking the other out ever, so, I took it upon myself to make an even bigger move. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and fit perfectly against mine. I felt her melt into the kiss and all my nerves around the whole situation evaporated. Her hand trailed its way from her lap to my cheek and the other to my hip. I took the incentive to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. At this point air was becoming a problem so we pulled apart. Arizona - "I know it might be a bit soon so no pressure but because we've know each other for a while and with all the flirting I just assumed we could skip the whole 'talking' stage and just got straight to being girlfriends I mean if you don't want to it's fine like I said no pressure or anything.." As she rambled I just stared right into her blue orbs, they're so mesmerising and just downright gorgeous. She stopped talking to that made me snap out of my trance.  Arizona - "So?" Y/N - "Arizona, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."  She smiled ear to ear as I pulled her into my embrace. She buried her head into my shoulder and we just sat there for a bit before deciding to crash at her place for the night. 

As we layed in her bed she was cuddling me, my head was in her chest and my arms around her like a koala. She wrapped her arms around my tired frame and rested her head atop mine and whispered sweet nothings into my ear as we fell into a peaceful slumber.

Don't get me wrong it was a tragic accident and I would never wish it upon anyone ever but, I am happy the trauma came in because otherwise this wouldn't of happened, I wouldn't have Arizona. My Arizona <3

A/N: First post!! It's not the best but, what'd you think? Remember to leave requests :)

[ladysomething]

atp I don't even know why I keep asking stuff as an anon. my identity has been revealed but fuck it.

one more time, let's do 5+1

1. Charles thinking he's the world's most clever person ever has me on the fucking floor. you go get them babe. yes, surely keeping the other idiot satisfied is only because you want to escape. of course sweetie. but question: are omegas more prone to their alpha, or that only goes so far and then they actually can control the feelings said alpha causes on them?

2. Max is an idiot, isn’t he? like, I actually want to open his brain to see how the fuck it works because I am amazed at its capacity (or lack of it/j)

3. I have a thing for the starved man comparision, and it's lovely to see such an accurate scenario for it. because Max actually short-circuited. he's just a man and Charles broke his brain in what? like, less than 5 minutes?

4. Carlos is a little rat, but I'm actually thankful that's he's not like. gross. (please, I'm begging you on my knees. don't make him or other drivers gross) I have this thing where I can kinda stand when oc are gross and little shits, but, even if some would consider said person a little shit (completely reasonable, people are allowed to not like drivers) I don't like it when on fics, they're outright assholes and disgusting craps, cause I don't know with certainity if they are like that irl. idiots and that I can do but over that is too much to bear for me. that's the point where I am reminded that they're real and that stuff. of course, is totally on you, and I don't expect anything, but picture me making puppy eyes at you on this one. and I was wondering, what is he? a beta or an alpha? it probably was said somewhere but I don't remember. because according to my reasoning, he's a beta because he was not in the auction. or was he?

5.I'm so fucking glad I chose wygig as this year's questionable fic. I love it and I have now developed a deep emotional dependence towards it. but haven't we all? (this is to say I love it)

+1. glad you're enjoying (I'm also trip anon btw) had I been in Italy, I would've loved to go to the bar to watch the race. even though I've never gone to watch a race at a bar in Rome, in Italy, depending on where you go, it can be really exciting and ehmmm... definetely an experience, may I call it that way. but sadly, first of all there's a four hour drive from Toscana to Rome and I would get my ass even flatter, and second I left months ago. maybe next time

and as you may have noticed, I gave up with trying to tell you how many points there will be in my ask. have a nice day Mads, enjoy your vacay hun!

look I'll honest. you say your identity has been revealed but you could be any of a handful of anons that have revealed their identity to me. so my terrible memory means that your secret is still safe!

wellllllll ... hm. omegas are definitely more SUSCEPTIBLE to their alphas e.g. with the alpha voice. but anything Charles feels is his real feelings.

haha Max IS an idiot, but so is Charles. they're two idiot peas in an idiot pea pod.

yeah no for real, Max's brain was completely broken. it was like Christmas morning for him haha

Carlos is a beta - basically everybody is a beta. there's only one person whose designation hasn't been revealed yet, but they're not a driver, so. you can pretty much just assume that everybody is a beta. as for making drivers assholes - I don't really do that in general, because usually it's too one dimensional for what I'm writing. it's fun in some scenarios (particularly shorter fics) but even the drivers who are currently 'villains' aren't outright bad people.

hahaha and at the rate it's going, it's length will mean it probably lasts half the year too haha

+1. yeah, I'm really excited!!!! I was kind of like ... if I can't go to Iola, then this is simply an experience I MUST have. cheering for ferrari while they're driving in Italy while I'M in Italy??? ahhhh.

thank you so much, you have a great day too!

[kosi-annec]

[HAIKYUU!!] Season 3 episode 8

Fuck 8-4 that's too big of a gap, they need to score the next points or else they're not gonna catch up..

Suga idk if it's smart to tell the enemy team your next plan, but it seems to piss tendo off lol

AAA NO ITS USHI AGAIN- OH nvm thx you for messing that up hskshk

No. 10 on field, let's go hinata! Get us them points back. Oh hey this background character (idk wat his name is) is doing pretty good.

AH OOF that's gotta hurt sheesh.. BUT KEEP GOING HINATA DON'T STOP- oh wow even TENDO was fooled by that. I gotta appreciate the fact that hinata was actually thinking before he spiked cuz he's not working w kage

wait hinata let himself get hit in the face ON PURPOSE?? I mean, if it keeps the ball up ig

"he shows no sign of the talent or intelligence of those other players" ouch, but true lmao

Ok you two (ushi & hinata) stop trying to assert dominance HSKSHS

Ngl kage just jumping up and down in the corner looked so silly

HINATA GET AN ICE PACK IF YOU CAN TASTE BLOOD, wat is with the karasuno boys getting hurt these past few matches, 2 have been sent to the nurse and now lil tangerine is technically bleeding just not externally

Nice Suga forcing him into a receive. Oh shit they're gonna do it again, oH THEY GOT THE POINT! Tendo was so caught up in trying to read em he didn't act

KAGEYAMA BACK ON FIELD LEZGO!! Pft- "better watch the back of your head, squirt" god i love the eng dub

All of this build up for kage's serve is either gonna end really cool or really bad. OK it went well- holy cRAP KAGE?? He was all the way from the back tf??? HOLY SHIT and we're back let's go!!!

hhh come on crows, they can't let shiratorizawa get any further ahead of them

Ok eita up on field. Wait he's also a setter? Ngl I don't remember. Yknow that's fair from eita ig, cuz everyone has eyes on ushi and ig tendo if only for his amazing blocking style, so it's nice to get that attention on you, if for a lil bit

FUCK- NOOO 12-9 they're getting too close to 15 for comfort..

YES BEST OLDER SISTER! These kinds of situations is exactly why there's cheer squads n shit. When the team is starting to feel down it's the audience's job to lift their spirits up, to let them know that someone believes in them

?? Is that a fucking anthem shiratorizawa's audience singing???

OK good save there tanaka, NOW JUST KEEP IT UP- omg OMG HINATA?? BLOCKED!? USHI!! holy crap LETZ GO THAT'S OUR TINY MIDDLE BLOCKER

Goshiki I thought you'd realize by now that no.10 ain't your average 1st year player, that tangerine is a monster

Aw kage basically telling kazuhito (finally learnt bg char's name) not to worry too much on how he plays

TADASHI GIVE US A GOOD SERVE! Yesss he's so confident in his abilities now, he's grown so much

CRAP nooo the crow's pinch server is out now- wait what?? OH goshiki touched the net. NVM THEN KEEP GOING TADASHI!!

Tbf kazuhito's the one that got hit and he's not used to the power behind ushi's spikes. aaAAA OK THAT'S OK BG GUY, you got a point that's all that matters right now

HSKHSJS OMG KAGE'S GROWN SO MUCH, he's literally adjusting himself to suit the spiker

YESSS the stress is getting to them, shiratorizawa's making mistakes, and by shiratorizawa i mean goshiki

Damn, that.. actually really sweet of ushi, cuz that man only says shit if he believes it, and goshiki needed that

GIVE US ANOTHER TADASHI- Ah fuck, and there goes the streak

FUCK, aaagh i thought he was gonna do a strong hit, ok so goshiki's not as reckless as i thought

14-13 COME ON KARASUNO!! YES OMG 14-14 JUST ONE MORE POINT, YOU GOT THIS CROWS

Ooh, old man flashback? Oof yeah that's the worse, where ppl deny you becuz you lack on something you don't have control over

Now back to present stress, JUST KEEP THE BALL UP CROWS! STOP HIS SPIKE- omg GOOD RECEIVE NOYA

I do find it interesting that the choice of music for this final point is not like hype or something loud, but more emotional and hopeful sounding. Idk im not a musician

FUCK NO! AHH they can't do another deuce again they HAVE to get the next 2 points..

Oh shit, coach?? Well, he's a man of few words, but those words are enough to light their fire again

Yachi?? wait- WAIT OMG IS HE BACK?? OMG TSUKI'S BACK!! THE CAVALRY IS HERE LEZGO

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 21 Confrontation

Spoilers below

-Ohhh okay, starting out with the drama bomb

-So for those that forgot (Like me) Gabriel is sending adrien to London for Private school. And Adrien cant fill out the orientation form because of it

-Plagg... My boy. No cheese jokes.

-So all the students are stressed about the meeting

-Oh so Marinette also got the guilt that now that Lila is the class rep there will be some fishy business.

-Yea the jobs are what I would expect for Nino and Alya

-Ivan out here showing himself to be loyal af. All other men need to step up their game. Mylene showing ambition.

-Juleka wants to be a mortician. Sticking to your asthetic, but didnt she want to model? Or was it just to help her get out of her shell. Meh

-Sabrina wants to be a nurse,

-Yea, Marinette's worries are justified

-Chloé and Lila having Opposite goals, one doesnt care because she is rich, Lila basically wants to "Resolve everything" but thats a lie

-Adrienette cuteness!

-Adrien, you are going to have to tell her eventually

-You can screen shot this and write "Moments before a disaster" and it would be accurate

-And they are shredding them. Im not even surprised

-"In case of a problem, blame it on your predecessor." Its nice to know kids shows are accurately explaining politics to children for once.

-"Its gonna hurt people?" THATS 90% OF THE S*** CHLOÉ HAS YOU DO! NOW YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT?

-Also Sabrina being a whistle blower is TOO on the nose, even for this show.

-Principal damocles is going to find out about the resistance! Wait, is he cool with it? He actually covered for them. I guess being a hero has helped you be less of a jerk... BUT I still am not cool with the BS from episode 14. You are on VERY thin ICE Owl man

-The class wants to go to the same school together, thats sweet

-Oh, that call must have been Sabrina. But we will see

-Oh right, Adrien still hasnt filled out his form

-Welp now he did

-But now I believe this is where all the pennies drop

-Why is there a just a random ass toilet trailer? Is that really the only bathroom in the school?

-Adrien exhibiting true AND KEN behavior.

-Lila once again proving that all the adults in this show are idiots. Bustier does seem at least a little bit suspect tho

-It is interesting to see how the teachers are. Bustier is suspect of it since she knows her students, Damocles is being his best to be supportive and Mendelev doesnt give a f***

-Juleka already repeated a year, thus confirming Luka and her as twins via the retcon

-Cue the reactions

-Juleka is gonna get akumatized...

-Monarch must have a guy that writes all of these speeches for him to speak before he does this.

-Yea I know Rose was trying, but yea. If I was repeating a year. I would NOT be in a mode to try and be positive.

-And she gets Roarr

-WHY IS ALWAYS REFLEKTA THO?

-Bustier realize she let this happen

-Lucky charm is tape.

-"You cant touch the bakers, I love their croissants to much" and their daughter. You forgot that last part chat noir

-SO THATS WHAT HAPPENS IF TWO FALCON PUNCHES COLLIDE?

-Wait... thats it? That barely lasted 2 minutes. and the episode isnt over.

-Monarch thinks there will be more akuma soon. I see

-Chloé and Lila really pulling this crap

-Oh they remember how Sabrina can forge handwritings and thus Marinette isnt going to get in trouble. And Chloé throws her under the bus

-Lila and Chloé really didnt expect Sabrina to turn Whistle blower on them. Chloé I get, because Sabrina has been loyal dog for years and the writing for her has Chloé have the mental capacity of a parsnip since season 4.

-Okay Lila that was well played lie right there. That is A tier gaslighting.

-I will give this scene credit, Lila is absolutely HORRIFYING. I can see the next season's main villain already. Since I assume Gabriel is probably dying this season.

-Chloé out here being a dumbass

-Sabrina you sly dog, you got her Monologue-ing

-Sabrina I put you as the least favorite classmate after episode 14, but now I gotta retcon that. Sure it was messed up what you helped chloé with. But that absolute MASTERY of playing Lila. Just, Chef's kiss. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

-Sabrina and Marinette's plan worked. Also, Mr.Damocles was okay with that?

-Ah so none this matters. Because Andre is also being whipped.

-Damocles looking like he cant take the bulls*** anymore and Monarch ready to capitalize on it

-The magic reacts to emotion, which means... IF the person is strong enough emotionally to resist it. Then the charm has a purpose

-Lila just straight up left.

-CHAT NOIR! But he is making it worse

-JULEKA! This moment probably will not have as much impact as it does in any other dub. French dub superiority

-OOOO it makes a shield that purifies the mega akuma. Neat

-Monarch crying like a bitch

-Damocles finally standing up to Andre. Good on him

-Damocles going out like a G.

-Chat noir telling ladybug what happened and her having to act like she didnt know

-Bustier calling Chloé in.

-"You cant expell me." "Nah bitch, thats a problem for you." is how I saw that exchange

-LILA WAS WEARING A WIG! I KNEW SHE WAS A FAKE B****

-HER NAME IS CERISE?

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WELL that was a lot.

So i think part of me really likes this episode, but also doesnt.

I like that Lila finally got exposed and Damocles got his redemption for his failures of the past. Going out like a G.

But all this stuff with Lila having ANOTHER life. Thats just nuts.

so overally 7/10

I will do a review of Collusion tomorrow

[weirdcat1213]

ok i have an oreo on one hand and a shark plushie on the other, lets do this

trimax volume 8 (pls dont hurt me)

thoughts

BUT BEFORE THAT, ACTUAL QUESTION: how are the 1st timers holding up? yall doing good?

ok now long post is here

chap 1:

-oh that title page its SO FUCKING GOOD

-MY BOI HES HERE

-oh hes not....doing it by choice.....oh

-legato looking like a pizza pocket is the comedy relief we all need tbh

-GET HIS ASS VASH GET HIS ASSSSS

-oh my geesus i heard that, i felt that shit

-"they abuse us" and here you are knives...doing the same shit

-OH THANK GOD YOURE HERE

-could you look less happy while doing this shit knives? pls?

-something something divine punishment from the skies, something something yeah ofc not anyone can do that shit

-oh hey why is he with them i actually forgot

-aw :3 i wonder who taught him to not shoot to kill :3

-also pls leave him alone hes not just a killer pls youre hurting my feelings-

-:c

-STOP VASH DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT

-rem mention :c

-knives can you stop being right for a second, thanks

-the arm...wow

-OH YES ITS THIS MOMENT YES

-i dont remember what the other translation said but "that was the day we both lost our minds"....yeah im gonna sit with this one for a bit and cry cuz its true, they did

-oh yeah i didnt get this the 1st time lets try again :D

-ohhhhh....oh shit

-i hate siding with knives on this chapter but i cant help it. i also love the idea of being even

-also he looks so fucking cool while being evil, cool points for you knives

-"invasion" and it ends with him looking at the stars/nightsky? brilliant

chap 2:

-STOP BEING RIGHT KNIVES

-ALSO STOP DISTRACTING ME FROM WOLFWOOD TIME

-ah yes, the classic, sweetest, full of angst potential "i will remind of you of your home and how you dont belong there anymore" card, good to see you here

-oh god i forgot about this part, geesus

-ah crap i love this tho, gives you time to actually take in everything that knives is causing. its so easy to gloss over it with some quick panels but to actually take the time...i love it

-ok ik they get absorbed by knives but the idea of them flying away and being free (for a bit) is so pretty, im happy for them

-...geesus christ

-YES MY GIRLSSSSSSSSS :D

-it makes you wonder what they did to stay alive actually, like you never think of that stuff ig

chap 3:

-wait they didnt know???? hold up....yeah ig that makes sense but...hmmm

-YEAH YOU TELL THEM LUIDA >:D

-:c

-ALSO interesting how the borders didnt go black to represent a flashback, so maybe it wants to show how present is that memory in luida's mind. wow

-"maybe hes been waiting for us to come and help him" aaaand thats enough to make me tear up, im the weakest bitch on the planet let me tell you

-YES SEE LUIDA GETS IT

-GET WRECKED BY THE EXISTENCE OF GOOD PEOPLE ASSHOLE

-OH MAN HES BREAKING

-COOL ASS PANEL ALSO

-oh shit so he hit some plants oh shit oh damn

-AH SHIT

-omg she looks so epic while killing people <3

-THERE HE IS HERE WE GO YES GO GET YOUR HUSBAND

-oh look its the man in the tin can lmao

chap 4:

-KILL HIM WOLFWOOD KILL HIM

-HALF A YEAR???? damn i always forget, this is still going at the speed of light tho

-aw no :c my baby :c

-then again i like that you can see that even if it was just half a year (literally nothing for vash) it still caused him pain and suffering, 10/10

-GEESUS BRO HE JUST GOT FREE

-oh shit oh shit no

-im not really sure how he escaped legato but im glad :D also vash is longgggg i lvoe it :3

-well thats just depressing livio

-pls leave livio

-KILL HIM KILL HIMMMM

-ok but vash being basically a ragdoll rn while wolfwood is fighting and bleeding breaks my heart let me tell you

-wolfwood shut the hell up ok? shut up, i dont wanna hear it

-oh im going insane :) i hate wolfwood so much rn (his crime was to say sad things)

-OH IT WAS HERE I ACTUALLY FORGOT THIS WAS THE MOMENT AWWW HOLY SHIT MY BOY

-YES SAVE YOUR HUSBAND

-"youre not lost wolfwood" wolfwood saying all that shit outloud and IK FOR A FACT vash's heart almost broke ik it i feel it

-baby dont apologize :c

-............................................................ :c

-ah fuck hes here

-WAIT HOLY SHIT THAT LIKE SHADOW OF LIGHT???? AMAZING???

-oh oh im sick to my little stomach i fear oh geesus my boy, my baby, im so happy that wolfwood is all you need but also im so sad you dont have anything else, do i make sense?

-threatening you brother and begging him to not sacrifice himself in the same breath...knives the plant that you are

-woooooooooooooooooooooooooow i love that shit, hes so little...

-PLS GOD LET THIS BE IN STAMPEDE PLS PLS I WANT A SCENE WITH BOTH OF THEM IN THE SKY SO BAD PLSSSS

-im not entirely sure what is happening but damn thats nasty

-NO DONT FUCKING SAY THAT

chap 5:

-LMAO HIS FACE XD

-welp...this is terrible

-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c

-oh righttttt, i forgot about that plan, so thats why people called him chapel

-oh that panel with livio thats fucking brutal geesus nightow. like the old livio seems so pure and far away while the current livio is so violent and present

-my god he looks like shit

-MARLONNNNNNNNNNNNN :D

-oh meryl my girl :'3 omg shes the best

-im so depressed rn :D

-idc if hes rotting, sadly the man looks majestic af

-ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh ok

-NO DONT LEAVE PLS DONT FUCKING LEAVE PLS NO STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY

OH SHIT THIS IS FREE BIRD OH SHIT OH NO HELP HELPPPPPPPPPPPP

free bird time ig:

-freeeee biiiiird yeaah tururururururu

-wdym congratulations cmon man

-oh honey......

-awww :c

-oh wow now im DEPRESSED :D

-ugh that fucking face

-hes so cool sometimes >:D

-aw you made her cry :c

-"tired of filling a space in other peoples lives"....hmmmm

-aw :c

I hate whats coming i fucking swear.

[showfallmediaarchivist]

!!Depictions of violence, in detail!!

[Transcript begins.]

[The rustling sound of paper is heard, as a page is turned.]

[A quiet chuckle is caught, as someone mutters]

?: "Anyone could've guessed that ending."

[Voice recognised: The Archivist.]

[A beep loudly emits from a walkie talkie nearby, and a static-y voice fills the area.]

?: “A! You’re needed! Get over here!”

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

A: "Can't a boy read in peace? For crying out loud.."

[There's another beep, along with the creaking of furniture, as The Archivist goes and picks up the walkie talkie]

A:"Fine. Coming now."

C: “You’d better, wouldn’t want to be late for your first job, now, would you?”

A:"...already?"

C: “Mhm. Now hurry up! We don’t have that much time until he gets here!”

A:"Oh gods, alright. I'm coming!"

[The Archivist is heard rummaging through some drawers, before grabbing a few items. A door is heard opening and closing.]

A:"I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this.."

[The muttering is continued for 4 minutes, as footsteps echo]

A: "Right. Here's the plan, a quick in and out job. No fucking- whatever it is that I do. Just a simple job. Done it before, can do it again.

A: "To keep them safe."

[There's silence, often broken by footsteps, for 5 minutes, before they abruptly stop.]

A: "Hm. This could be a quick weapon to use…gods. That is a sentence I never want to say again."

[He coughs, and continues walking. A door is opened, and it sounds like steps are being descended.]

[A is heard opening a door, and it gasps.]

A: "It's.. so pretty. Out here. Holy crap."

[There is a 15 second interval, before he speaks again.]

A: "I could leave now. Run and not ever come back here; showfall's files get fucked."

C: “Psh, yeah, right. Get the fuck in the bush, A.”

A: "Fuck you. Fine.

C: “He’s close, we have… two minutes? Until he gets here? Yeah, two.”

A: "Who, do I get to know who I'm killing?"

C: “Nope.”

A: "If there's nothing to be hiding, why don't I get to know?"

C: “It’s no fun when you know things, haven’t I made that obvious? Where’s the suspense? The drama?”

A: "Oh, you were definitely a theater kid. And, fine."

C: “I like to think that I would have been one, yes. Unfortunately, 1708 was a bad time for theater classes. I’m not sure I even knew what theater was until I joined Showfall.”

A: "Jeez, you're old. And they haven't had to replace all your joints with metal yet! Good for you, man. Good for you."

C: “Only some. And that’s not even because of aging! I’ve been stuck at 25 for… 330 years? Hard to say. It’s been great.”

A: "Huh, wow. That's..interesting. Don't think this kind of immortality is my kind of thing, though."

C: “Well, it isn’t a thing that everyone would like, yeah. It gets hard to keep yourself entertained after the first 50. Which is why I’ve gotten much more creative with my methods.”

A: "I'd imagine you'd have to. Not stuff people haven't done before, though. Plenty of time before you existed."

C: “Ha! Yeah. You know, just stabbing someone isn’t enough for me anymore, it hasn’t for a long time. It was fun the first time, my parents never fucking saw it coming, but now I have to plan it out, think on it. It’s hard sometimes, you know?”

A: "Uh..no. no I don't, I really don't. That's-uh..- That's messed up, man. I'm sorry but-"

[Cassius barks a laugh, finding amusement in his discomfort.]

C: “Didn’t expect you to understand, yeah. You’re a coward. Anyway! I think I can see our prey coming up, get ready, A.”

A: "Right. Okay."

[There's a shuffling of leaves, as his position changes.]

[Distant yelling can be heard, as someone approaches the area, the voice is almost familiar.]

A: "Wait… hold on a second."

C: “What’s wrong?”

A: "I don't think that's the right prey."

C: “Oh, it sure fucking is.”

A: "It can't be."

[Its voice is firm.]

C: “And why not?”

A: "Voice is too familiar. Not our prey."

C: “It is. Get ready, A. Here he comes now.”

A: "..fine. I'm trusting you with this."

[A blur comes shooting out of the trees, being actively pursued by someone else.]

C: “Go! Now's your chance!”

[A darts out, easily barrelling into the blur. The camera is shaking, but it can make out the person. He doesn't start to attack, but instead holds them down]

?: “Wh– A!?”

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

A: "Who- what- no. No."

[Cassius chuckles from his spot in the bush, not in frame.]

C: “Mhm, yep.”

A: "You- you're not supposed to- Edgar?"

E: “What the fuck? What are you doing, A? Why are you–”

A: "They fucking- they lied- you need to go. Now."

[He releases its grip on the man, the camera being more steady.]

C: “Ah! Not so fast, Archivist.”

A: "No. You said- if I did this. He wouldn't be hurt. He wouldn't be fucking in this scenario, Cassius."

C: “You trusted the word of a mass murderer? For shame, A. For shame.”

A: "I fucking did what I was told, I fucking- I helped you."

C: “That you did, Archivist. But you seem to have forgotten a few crucial parts of this department. We love to find loopholes. I’ll keep my word, if you phrase your requests properly. Wanna know what your slip-up was?”

A: "What. Tell me.'

C: “You made me swear to never let a PR member hurt your friends. You never said anything about making them.”

A: "All of your fucking cronies would willingly go for them. You know that. You can't make someone do it."

[It had adjusted his angle, making it easier for Edgar to slip out of if need be]

C: “All except you, Archivist.”

A: "You can't make me. I won't."

C: “Hm. Is that so? Well, I hope you don’t mind me giving the rest of PR the go ahead to target the rest of your little friends, then.”

A: "No. You aren't fucking doing this."

C: “Denial won’t save you, A. Let’s see those fighting skills of yours!”

A: "You know what? Fine."

[The Archivist appears to have a stronger grip on Edgar now. The camera is deadly still.]

A: “Edgar. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me."

[The man doesn’t respond, instead glancing behind A, his subject of focus out of frame.]

[A is about to rear their arm up, but instead uses the grip it had to push itself backwards. In this action, he attempts to blindly hit what was there.]

[As the hit collides, Cassius laughs, half surprised, half amused.]

C: “Good one, A. You’ll be one of us in no time.”

[The Archivist has no response, it just stares at the man.]

[Cassius stands up straight, and cracks his neck, smiling. He flicks his hand upwards, seemingly for no reason. And then slides his feet out to take a fighting stance.]

C: “Round 2, eh? Let’s fucking do this.”

A: "Lets."

[The blond man takes no time to think before lunging at A, the spider-like legs emerging from his back as he does so. Barely in frame, something darts out of the bush and rushes behind the two.]

[The Archivist is too focused on the fight, and not stepping on its friend, to even notice. Learning from last time, it goes straight for Cassius's eyes. His hand flies to his face, covering most of it, he clenches his jaw, indicating that A has done at least a little bit of damage.]

[In only a few seconds, the sharp claws that are hidden in his hands emerge, and Cassius strikes out, aiming wildly for any part of A. It collides with flesh.]

A: "SHIT"

C: “I’m not pulling any fucking punches this time, A! You want a fight? I’ll give you a motherfucking fight!”

[It, once again, has no reply. The Archivist quickly recovers his position, and yanks on a spider-arm in the opposite direction of his metallic joints. Cassius shouts.]

C: “Ugh! Those are attached to my spine, you prick!”

[A different spider limb pulls back as Cassius attempts to recover, it shoots forward, and the sound of metal cutting through flesh can clearly be heard. The Archivist cries out in pain, stumbling backwards. The camera is a stained red.]

[The limb wrenches itself out of where it had gone through, Cassius braces against the force needed to pull it back. He glares at A.]

[It is grasping at his arm, but they just meet the stare of Cassius.]

[Cassius holds his gaze for a few seconds, before his eyes move slightly to look behind A, he makes eye contact again, this time smiling slightly.]

[The Archivist turns around, presumably following the man's gaze. The scene behind A is just as bad as the fight they’re having with Cassius. Eden and Edgar are locked in combat, at the time that A turned, Eden was mid-air, tackling Edgar to the ground.]

A: "Fuck, No you don't-"

[As he begins to move, it's stopped by a tackle to the side. They hit the ground,hard on the injured arm. The camera falls to the side, revealing the current scene]

C: “I believe that would be my line, Archivist!”

A: "Get. OFF. LEAVE HIM ALONE."

C: “One word: no.”

[Cassius reaches towards A’s head, out of frame, grabbing hold and seemingly moving its head to look at him.]

C: “Look at me while I’m speaking to you. Don’t you have any manners?”

A: "NO- STOP."

[The spider attachments raise themselves into the air, ready to strike at any moment. Cassius Grins.]

A: "LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU PRICKS."

C: “Oh, is that going to be a distraction for you? Sorry.”

[Cassius turns his head in the direction of the other two fighting.]

C: “Eden! Take that somewhere else, wouldn’t you? It’s a little distracting.”

Ed: “Alright!”

[Cassius turns back to look at The Archivist.]

C: “There we go, better?”

A: "NO. FUCKING- MAKE THEM COME BACK."

C: “You’re very indecisive. They may be too far already, unfortunately.”

A: "I'll do anything- please!"

C: “Anything?”

A: "...Y-yes. As long as he's okay."

C: “Why do you care so much? He’s just one dude. I never really understood your levels of empathy for these people, I can get caring about people, but to this fucking level? Honestly, it’s almost sickening.”

A: "I-I don't know man, just..please."

C: “Fine. I’ll tell Eden to stand down. But… you owe me a favor.”

[Cassius pulls out a phone, and lets go of A’s head to type a message. At the same time he seems to finish typing his message, a loud shout is heard from behind him. It’s distant, but clear. Cassius turns his attention behind him.]

E: “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

[The Archivist tries to move his head towards the sounds. He can't.]

A: "That doesn't s-sound good."

C: “Hrm. Especially not for Eden. I’m going to guess he found out about Eden’s new enhancement.”

A: "O-oh? What..is it?"

C: “She had these amazingly well thought out snake teeth type implants. She’s venomous now. It was inspired by her name. Garden of Eden, the serpent. You know.”

A: "Please d-don't tell me she bit someone."

C: “Okay. I won’t.”

[Cassius stares blankly at A, giving enough of an answer in his gaze.]

A: "For fucks sake."

C: “Snake venom sure is a bitch to find, though. Let’s hope she didn’t up the full supply we got her.”

A: "Oh, my gods.."

C: “Anyway. Moving away from that. Do you forfeit? Or shall we continue?”

A: "..forfeit. just make sure he's safe. Not dead."

[A loud clang rings out through the forest behind Cassius. Causing his eyebrows to crease inwards. He makes an odd face at A.]

C: “I have a feeling he’s got that covered, actually.”

[Cassius uses his spider-like attachments to raise himself off the ground.]

C: “You should head back inside. We’re done here.”

A: "I-im not leaving until I know none of you fucks are going to kill or hurt him."

C: “Ugh, fine. Hold on, I’ll ask Eden about that.”

[He pulls out his phone again, but it turns out that he doesn’t even need to, because out of frame, two people can be heard rushing by, their footsteps heavy on the ground of the forest.]

C: “Oh. See? He’s fine.”

A: "Let him go home, not followed. Please."

C: “Okay, alright. I’ll fuckin’ message Eden again.”

A: "T-thank you."

[Cassius stares at his phone for a few seconds, then shows A the screen. The screen is too blurry to be picked up on the recording.]

[The Archivist laughs, almost deliriously.]

A: "Oh my gods, yes! Ha!"

C: “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Sure, whatever. You need to get going, though. Department heads orders.”

A: "Mm. How do I know you aren't lying again."

C: “I have a date tonight, and I don’t want to miss it. That’s how you’ll know. Now go. I’m not going to ask again.”

A: "..fine. You better stick to it."

C: “Mhm. Yeah, alright. Sure. I will.”

[Cassius walks out of frame, the spider arms retreating into his back again.]

A: "...I just wanted them to be safe."

A: "If this posts, Edgar, Rose, and fucking everyone else. I'm so sorry."

[Transcript Ends.]

[Posting…]

[fruity-phrog]

Chapter 5 - Steve

Words: 1326

Here is the post that started it of and chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4.

“Whatcha thinking, Steve the Hair?”

“Jesus, Buckley.”

I laugh quietly as Robin shoves me against the cold glass, perching on the edge of the window seat. I drop Eddie’s hand as inconspicuously as I can. 

“So?” she asks, elbowing my arm, “A penny for your thoughts. Go.”

I sigh, “My parents are out of the house for a week. You know what I would have done two years ago?”

“Throw a massive rager, hook up with some chick, get really drunk and maybe take some drugs?”

“Yep.” I survey the room, “But now? Now I invite over a bunch of highschoolers, my ex, a lesbian and a murder suspect to play D&D.”

Robin smiles, “D’you miss the old Steve?”

“The absolute douchebag that hated anyone different, was homophobic and was extremely posessive of my girlfriend?” I ask, “No. No, I don’t miss him.”

“You shouldn’t.” Robin confirms.

I fiddle with my hands. I’d been planning this. I’d been planning it for a while. “Robin…” I start. She raises an eyebrow. “I…I just…”

“Steve, if you’re gonna re-confess love to me,” she says, “I don’t know what to tell you. The only thing about you I find romantically attractive is your ex. Exes.” I laugh quietly. 

“Yeah, no, I just…” Come on Harrington. Just do it. “I…”

A stir can be heard from behind us. Nancy’s eyes slowly open. I notice the blanket she’s using is tucked carefully around her body and, remembering that Robin was sharing it with her before she came over here, smile. Robin cares about Nancy, that much is obvious.

“Hey,” Robin says, “Did we wake you?”

“Nah, I’m a light sleeper.” Nancy replies, rubbing her eyes, “And that moonlight’s fricking bright.”

She gently moves Max and Eleven so they’re leaning on each other instead of her. Her feet patter against the cold wood as she makes her way over to us and Robin moves to the floor to give her room on the window seat. But now Nancy’s listening I can’t…I can’t do it. My slight confidence in coming out to Robin evaporates like smoke. Or is it mist? Or steam?

“Steve was just about to reveal a mysterious truth about himself.” Robin says, her head leaning against Nancy’s knees. Nancy looks up with interest, snarkiness and yet, still, kindness.

“Oh?” she asks. Oh indeed.

“Nah, it’s nothing.” I rub the back of my neck. Robin raises her eyebrows.

“No, it’s not.” she says, “Tell me. Now.”

I frown, “And what if I just…didn’t?” Robin groans.

“C’mon, Rob,” Nancy says softly, “Don’t push him.” Robin concedes. 

Her and Nancy begin muttering to each other about - God, I don’t know - and I stare at the moon. The glow is magnificent and powerful, falling directly onto the boy asleep opposite me. And now I’m staring at Eddie. I swear it was an accident.

He looks so beautiful in the nightlight. His hair, pulled in a messy ponytail, boasts stripes of moonlit white in between the charcoal black. His knees tucked up to his chin, he looks so…small. I just wanna kiss him, really.

As if his brain caught my thoughts, his breath stutters to a wake. He glances up, a cocky smile already perched on his lips.

“Hey b-” he says, taking in the girls just in time, “...Harrington.”

Guilt flashes across Nancy’s face, “Oh, crap, were we too loud? Sorry.”

“Ouch, Wheeler.” Eddie says, “You’re that sad I’m awake? C’mon man.”

He stretches, exposing a strip of skin below his shirt, and stands. “I’m going for some air. Anyone coming?”

Robin glances at him skeptically, “It’s like 2 am.”

“Your point being?”

“I’ll come.” I offer, and Eddie smiles quickly as he outstretches his hand. I hesitate for a split second before accepting.

We head outside, where the warm night is cooler than usual. Summer is slowly reaching its end and soon Eddie will be returning to his remote home. Alone. Where the Christians of Hawkins can’t hurt him.

“You look sad,” Eddie observes, perched on the railing of my porch. His eyes are slightly furrowed. 

“No, it’s…” I look down at my hands, “It’s nothing.” 

Eddie frowns at me, in thought. I avert my gaze. He clicks his tongue and grabs my hand, leading me away from the light of the house and the window. We traipse around my house to a darkened corner, away from street lamps and random neighbors up at 2. 

“Wipe that smile off your face,” Eddie says, grinning even as he says it, “I didn’t bring you here to make out with you.”

I contort my face into an unimpressed expression.

“Ok, maybe we will.” he concedes, “But first, you’re gonna tell me what the issue is.”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

Eddie’s hands are either side of my face and his lips are on mine before anything else can happen. I don’t think, don’t hear, don’t see, all I do is feel his silken hair in my hands, my back pressed against the wall, and sink into him. But now he’s pulling away, his intense black eyes burrowing into my brown ones.

“Is it, Harrington? Is it nothing?” he asks. I attempt a cocky smile.

“Did you just kiss me so I would talk?” I ask. Eddie shrugs.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?”

I clear my throat. “Fine,” I mutter, almost too quiet for him to hear, “I just…I don’t want you to go…”

Eddie’s eyebrows raise in clear confusion, “Go?”

“Home.” I say, still staring at my feet, “Away. Go, to your home, which is away from here. Away from me.”

“We call almost every day.” Eddie says softly.

“It’s not the same.”

He stays silent. 

“I wish we could meet more,” I continue, “I wish Hawkins hadn’t driven you away, I wish I hadn’t spent nearly a year thinking you were dead, I wish I had asked you out ages ago.” I scoff. “I wish I could kiss you in public”

 Eddie sucks in his breath. We never really explicitly discuss the biggest elephant in every room, but we need to. I need to.

“I can’t bring myself to tell anyone we’re dating…” I mutter “and-”

“Hey, there you are.” Robin says, appearing from around the house. She swipes the back of her hand against her mouth and skids to a stop in front of us. “Why’re you over in a dark, secluded corner? Just here to sell some drugs?”

“The only drug here is me.” Eddie says, grinning. All evidence of the somberity of the conversation mere moments ago has vanished. I clear my throat.

“What’s up?” I ask, very obviously diverting the attention away from us, “Where’s Nancy?”

“Max had a nightmare again,” Robin says, “so Nancy’s comforting her.” There’s a palpable tenderness to the way she says her name.

“Hey, Eddie,” I say, forcing myself to leave his side, “Feel free to raid my fridge. There’ll be some good midnight snacks somewhere.”

Eddie winks at both me and Robin, immediately understanding what I’m trying to hint at. Then, as he walks away from the two of us, he shoots me a double thumbs up. I really can’t ask for a better boyfriend.

I get out a cigarette to steal myself, but Robin snatches it immediately. “No,” she demands, “Gross. Stop.” I groan.

“What’s up with you tonight?” she asks, staring at me, “You’re agitated, you’re twitchy, you’re smoking. What’s wrong?”

I should do it. I know I should. It’s only fair to Eddie, literally the best thing to happen to me. It’s only fair to me, to finally share this massive weight with my best friend. I should take a deep breath, stop being ashamed of who I am and tell my lesbian friend that I’m bi. It should be easy.

“It’s…” Fuck. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” There’s concern in Robin’s eyes and I hate doing this to both of us. 

“Yeah.” I mutter, “Everything’s fine.”

Holy shit it’s been a while. Sorry about that lmao. I hope you enjoyed this slightly-shorter chapter, and know I have all the next chapters lined up, so it’s only a matter of posting them. 

Tagging @bvleraddict @middle--fingering @remarkablelightening @rel312 @dasnagon @uwujinniee @bethhiraeth @canarygecko.

[accessible-art]

[ID: A comic about the San Francisco Columbarium.

Panel 1: Text reads “In 1929 San Francisco moved its dead. Burials had been banned since 1902 due to a lack of space for the living. In 1923, the city ordered existing cemeteries to be relocated south, to Colma. Six years later, the work began in earnest. Graves were dug up. Bodies were collected. Headstones were smashed and repurposed into sea walls and gutters.” Workers are illustrated digging up a cemetery.

Panel 2: Text reads “At the last minute, one building was designated a memorial, sparing it from the wrecking ball… a Greco-Roman style Columbarium, built in 1897, and housing the remains of thousands of San Franciscans.” Next to the text is a drawing of the building.

Panel 3: A drawing of the building with text reading “Memorial or not, the Columbarium was promptly forgotten about.”

Panel 4: A drawing of the slightly more battered columbarium surrounded by construction with text reading “Years passed. A whole neighborhood sprang up around the building.”

Panel 5: The decrepit columbarian surrounded by a busy neighborhood with text reading “For almost six decades, the Columbarium was left to decay.”

Panel 6: Text reading “In 1987, its fortunes changed. New owners hired Emmitt Watson to restore the ruined building. Now 58 years old, Emmitt still remembers the first time he set foot inside at the age of 32.” Below the text is an illustration of Emmitt Watson, a Black man in a work uniform, animatedly saying “It scared the crap out of me! I walked in and saw two raccoons, pigeons, mushrooms growing all out of the walls. The floors were slimy and green."

Panel 7: Text reading “Emmitt spent the next 26 years almost single handedly transforming the Columbarium from a neglected, frightening wreck into a city landmark. Next to the text, Emmitt stands next to a ladder and buckets of paint as he works on painting the walls gold and says “I broke my backside when I started working here. If you could collect all the sweat I’ve dropped you could flood San Francisco."

Panel 8: The restored Columbarian, which is multilevel and has ornate gold, blue, and white panelling, and gold finishes. Emmitt stands at one of the levels and says “But look at it now. People think a whole crew did it. I’m the whole crew.” Text to the side says “The Columbarium is radiant. Light filters gently down through the stained glass that caps its soaring dome. Its rooms still bear their original names, the Greek words for constellations and winds. The Columbarium is one of the few places left locally that can legally house human remains. Restored to its former glory it’s again become a popular final resting spot for San Franciscans.” Below that text is four illustrations of urns in the columbarium. The first two are traditional, while one is a gefilte fish can next to a chinese takeout box and the other is a microscope, books, and a rabbit sculpture. Text overlaid on top reads “They join residents dating back to the turn of the century. The modern take on urns, however, is distinctly more whimsical.”

Panel 9: Text reads “Emmitt comforts grieving relatives and cares for the displays. He tells visitors stories about their residents. But he has a quibble with the terminology.” Below the text Emmitt looks over one of the resting places and says “They call these things “niches.” I don’t like that word. It sounds morbid. So I call the small ones apartments. The big ones are called condos.” He turns to look towards the viewer and says “People love that word. “I’m going to my mama’s apartment.” When you think of death you think of sadness. But there’s still love with the living relatives that come in.”

Panel 10: Text reading “Despite almost 26 years of work, Emmitt’s restoration of the Columbarium isn’t complete. Emmitt thinks it may never be.” Below, Emmitt stands outside the Columbarium and says “I already know I’m not going to finish. How many more years do you think I got in me?” To the side text reads “But Emmitt’s not worries— he’s already got his own “apartment” reserved. He’s even got an urn picked out. Below is an illustration of a paint bucket with a speech bubble saying “I’m going in a paint bucket.” The comic is signed “nd ’14” and “andywarnercomics.com”

The image in the reblog is a photo of Emmitt standing in the Columbarium. End ID.]

In honor of Day of the Dead, here’s a repost of my comic about the San Francisco Columbarium and the man who spent 26 years restoring it.

This comic originally appeared on Medium at The Nib. Go check out my other work there.

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Pizza and Coffee

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Pidge/Lance

Tags: Fluff, Pizza Delivery AU, Coffee Shop AU, short fic, Lance is smitten, Bisexual Lance, don't judge me for the crap quality- I wrote this like 4 years ago

Wordcount: 1.1k

"Send your cutest delivery driver."

And it wasn't even Lance that asked.

Hunk did it for him.

Cross-posted from my Ao3 account.

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On a busy street in Chicago, Lance entered the second most popular Starbucks in the city. Throwing his apron on and washing his hands, he spotted his coworker Hunk.

“Morning,” Lance smiled.

“Morning, Lance,” Hunk replied, “Ready for work?”

“Always,” Lance laughed and dried his hands. “Just let me punch in.”

“You mean you don’t want to work for free?” Hunk joked.

“Nope.”

Lance punched in his code and set to work. He spun around and grabbed the cup, glancing down at the name.

“Flat white for Jared,” he called and put the cup on the pickup counter.

A guy snagged it within seconds and was out the door. It was a busy Monday Lance spun back and forth, grabbing drinks and ringing people up. He enjoyed his job here at Starbucks.

“Vanilla bean Crème with strawberry puree for… Pidge?” he called, pausing to be sure he got the name right.

It seemed to be right, because a honey-haired boy approached the counter and gingerly picked it up.

“Thanks,” he said and offered a small smile.

How cute, Lance thought.

“Enjoy!” Lance called. That drink looks good. I’ll have to get it sometime.

“Thanks,” he waved on his way out.

Hunk gave him a pointed look.

“What?”

“He was cute,” he poked Lance.

“Yeah, I know,” Lance waved him away and grabbed an empty cup to start on its order.

“And?”

“And he probably won’t be back. You can’t just try to hook me up with every cute customer that comes in.”

“I can try,” Hunk shrugged, “You’re due for a boyfriend at some point. Or girlfriend.”

“After my last girlfriend, I think I’ll pass,” Lance shrugged.

“Yeah, Nyma was pretty rough,” Hunk nodded. “That’s what you get when you date a model though.”

Lance thought back to his last relationship. Nyma had been controlling and harsh. He would have left her except that he thought she actually cared about him. Now he saw that she was just using him for cash. He’d been a very giving boyfriend; always buying her whatever she wanted.

“Ooh, hey Lance!” Hunk elbowed his friend. “Check out that guy!”

Lance glanced up to see a tall, thick-haired man. He ordered a black coffee.

“Ew, no,” Lance whispered, “He drinks his coffee black.”

“You can’t judge people based on their drinks,” Hunk said, exasperated.

“I can and I will,” Lance said filling the cup with plain coffee.

“Your loss,” Hunk shrugged.

Lance’s eight-hour shift came to an end at four.

“You still planning on coming over tonight?” Lance asked Hunk.

“Yeah, Shiro and the others are coming still, right?”

“Yep,” Lance confirmed, “The gang will be there. We’re ordering pizza.”

“I can bring soda if you want,” Hunk offered.

“That would be great,” Lance said. “I’ll see you at six then.”

“See you then!”

Two hours later Lance was welcoming his friend into his apartment.

“The others just got here, so we can order the pizza now,” he said.

“Great. I vote pineapple,” Hunk said.

“That’s my man!” Lance slapped his back and grinned. “What do you guys want?”

Allura, Shiro, and Keith sat in the living room.

“I want pepperoni," Keith said.

“Any other preferences?” Lance asked.

“I’m good with pepperoni,” Shiro nodded.

“If you don’t mind I’d like sausage,” Allura piped up.

“So a large half sausage, half pineapple and ham, and a large pepperoni. Gotcha,” Lance whipped out his phone, “Be quiet while I order.”

“Really?” Keith frowned, “You’re the loud one.”

“Listen here mullet,” Lance pulled the phone away from his ear, “The only reason you’re here is because of Shiro.”

“Hey guys, c’mon, don’t fight,” Shiro held his hands up, “This is supposed to be a fun game night.”

“It would be fun if it wasn’t for Lance being so annoying,” Keith muttered.

Lance stuck his tongue out, and brushed it off.

Everyone was quiet while he ordered the food.

“Is that all for tonight?” the voice asked.

Hunk grabbed the phone out of Lance’s hands.

“And send your cutest delivery driver,” he instructed.

Lance reached out to snatch the phone back, but Hunk finished the call.

“Really Hunk?” Lance crossed his arms and sighed.

“I think its funny,” Keith shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips.

Lance huffed as everyone began to talk. Shiro and Allura discussed business (they ran a company which produced whole foods), and Hunk and Lance swapped work stories and Keith commentated. A little over an hour later the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Lance stood and reached in his pocket for the wad of cash he had.

Keith and Hunk snickered as Lance opened the front door.

Standing out front, a whole head shorter than Lance, was the boy from earlier. He just stood and stared as the boy pulled pizzas out of the warming bag. He was clothed in a baggy sweatshirt, but Lance could tell he was slender. His skin was several shades lighter than Lance’s, and his eyes were a caramel to match his hair. Lance wanted to touch it and see how soft it was.

“I’ve got a half sausage, half ham and pineapple, and a pepperoni for a Lance?”

He looked up, balancing both pizzas on one arm and held them out. Lance snapped out of his daze.

“Y-yeah,” he fumbled with the cash.

Hunk came up behind him and peered over his shoulder.

“Wait, isn’t that the guy from earlier?” he said loud enough for the boy to hear.

Lance shoved his elbow into Hunk’s ribcage as he took the pizzas and handed them back.

“Were you at Starbucks earlier today?” Hunk continued, not letting up.

“Um… yeah.”

“Grande vanilla bean crème with strawberry puree,” Lance said without thinking, and then flushed. “Sorry, it’s a habit.”

“That… that’s okay,” he replied. “Um, your total is twenty-eight fifty-seven.”

Lance handed the whole wad of cash to the boy. He glanced at it a moment.

“Do you need change?”

“N-no, you can have it all as a tip,” Lance stammered.

“After all, they did send their cutest delivery boy,” Hunk laughed and nudged Lance.

Lance flushed. The boy looked confused.

“Wait,” he looked down at the receipt. “Those assholes… that’s why they wanted me to take this one.”

“You mean you didn’t know?” Hunk asked, surprised.

“No,” he shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, you’re definitely cute, isn’t he, Lance?” Hunk looked pointedly at his friend.

“Y-yeah, definitely super h-I mean cute,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck.

“Th-thanks,” he shoved the cash into his pocket and held the delivery bag in front of him.

“Pidge, right?” Lance asked, hoping to continue the conversation.

“Yeah…”

“Um… can I…” Lance fiddled with the receipt he’d been given. He grabbed a pen from the table next to the door and scribbled something on it. “I hope you don’t mind…”

The boy took the piece of paper and looked at it.

“Uh, I’m flattered, but~”

Lance deflated.

“I’m a girl.”