#my brother actually pointed this out to me

[paulgadzikowski]

My brother once asked me, because his therapist had once asked him, what I would want from our father to help heal the trauma from his abuse. He said his answer had been to get an apology, and he said it actually happened once, though my brother conceded that it wasn't a real apology and was therefore more of a new transgression. I answered him:

'In this world I don't believe it can get better than it's been since our October 2017 message exchange with Dad's "pissing contests" message [in response to my initial notice of having worked out how abusive he is, the most important thing I ever told him]. Not our February 2017 exchange with his mock apology - after that one I thought for awhile we'd reached an equilibrium I could bear wherein I would avoid further confrontation forever while also avoiding him forever; but actually I needed the closure of informing Dad how he stands with me, because avoiding that kind of confrontation is exactly what I can't bear about his way. This confrontation [the one I needed for closure] happened in the October 2017 exchange. The closure in the hand is worth twice the closure in the mist.'

My brother returned that he didn't think I'd answered the question, so I elaborated:

'I wished for the same thing as you did, and then I got the same thing as you did instead. Dad asked me "Fill me in", and I answered him my need was for him to engage with me, and he responded to my answer with what I call the mock apology as if my answer hadn't happened. I immediately became unable to wish or hope for better for I saw the fruitlessness of wishing or hoping for better. With this, the last vestiges of my capacity for allowing him his fantasy, what I call the imaginary Paul, were demolished but when I tell him any of this he calls it "pissing contests" or a "filter that sifts my words". I'd never have thought Dad could have a more able imagination about anything while mine had failed but here we are. I've always called the mock apology mind-boggling and truly it was. I can no longer bring myself even to imagine or wish for a genuine apology from Dad hypothetically or ideally because I was so violently disillusioned when I explicitly requested engagement in answering Dad's explicit request for feedback. After the effort he put me through to get this far, I can't even be sorry that I can't wish for better. I don't have another answer for you. The best I can do is wish for Dad the closure I have.'

Some months later I had occasion to add, in answer to a new development between Dad and someone else:

'I … don't [wish things were different]. I can't wish things were different. For me and Dad to reconcile (any other way than for me to, just, return with[in] range to allow him to resume his trespasses against me, which I can no longer bear, which is why I moved out of range) would require Dad to change his behavior sufficiently to constitute becoming an entirely different person. Wishing someone else to be an entirely different person is his crime against me and I won't do it to him. I can't, not even momentarily for therapeutic purposes. I've written this to both of you before, years ago, but I've thought lately I should have repeated it last January to have been clearer when you, Mark, asked me what happy resolution to the conflict I would wish for. I answered I could wish for no more than that Dad find closure with the new status quo as I have, but if I'd also repeated this then I think I would have been clearer.'

My point is yes, you must stop going to the hardware store for oranges or, possibly, even for hardware. I did.

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!rin who simply does not care about things unrelated to becoming No. 1, actively resents anyone or anything that takes his mind off his goals

touchstarved!rin who is furious that he allowed himself to be distracted by you, his focus wavering to the point that he plays back your interactions with his teammates to try and understand why you don't talk to him like that

touchstarved!rin who's suddenly forgetting plays, missing assists, fuck, missing goals, all because your face is suddenly blaring in his head on the field

touchstarved!rin who thinks he can exorcise you like a demon if he works out enough. practically curses your existence when it doesn't work, has to disappear to the locker room to quickly fuck his cock into his fist, teeth clenched around a towel to keep himself quiet

touchstarved!rin who acts cold to you at every function you attend but tracks every single movement you make

touchstarved!rin whose hands actually twitch when his brother starts to flirt with you

touchstarved!rin who's moving before he can think, wrapping his hand around your wrist and dragging you somewhere quiet

touchstarved!rin who immediately stakes a claim, sucking at your pulse point and scraping his teeth down your throat, "be mine, baby, please. say you'll be mine?"

touchstarved!rin who cages you against the wall and lifts you effortlessly, grinding your pussy down against his muscular thigh, heart in his throat at the damp patch spreading on his pants, "there's my girl, cum for me, baby—there you go, let me see you fall apart"

a/n: yall, these are about to fucking HIT. masterlist here <3

[prettealolilol]

i like to think about the duality of the kids about people shipping Bruce with anyone, because the guy has been elected as the most handsome man in the country for years, has this whole playboy Brucie persona and is often seen with someone at his arms (men and women)

on one side, they'll be like "ew god no, i do not want to imagine dad like-" and "oh my god some people actually ship Bantman and Joker wtf ??" and they'll do their best to filter every social media to avoid any thirsty or shipping content about Bruce

when the press ask them about it, they be like:

Tim : "Would you like it if I asked about your thoughts on your dad cheating on your mom with his secretary ? No ? Then mind your own business." when the dad was in fact cheating with his secretary and now everybody knew because Tim was live when he answered

Jason, pulling out a gun : "i swear to god i'll shoot the next person who asks me this and then i'll shoot myself. Ugh, do i look like i fucking care about the old man's sex life ?"

Dick, smiling uncomfortably : "i don't really live at the manor anymore and i barely see him with my job so you know..." when it has been in fact a week he's been sleeping at the manor after patrolling with Batman

Damian, frowning as usual, looking at the guy who asked him as if he did not have a brain : "Father is careful in not mixing his carnal activities with the family life so i do not have any hindsight on his sex life. i do not wish to know regardless." the journalist is taken aback by the explicit answer of this ten year old, while his brothers are trying not to laugh behind him (Jason was not hiding his snickering)

on the other side, you cannot tell me those guys are not the biggest shippers in the world

like Jason would want Batman to date Wonder Woman just so she could be his step mom. i strongly believe the guy has a ao3 and tumblr account and is very much active on both. he definitely reads batman x green lantern fics just to annoy Bruce (even though his dad has no idea, but still gets shivers when Jason is reading one)

Dick and Duke both ship SuperBat although for different reasons. for Dick, that's his uncle there, he was there when they met and saw them as they slowly became best friends. he strongly believes they are made for each other. Duke just think it would be super cool (no pun intended) if the Superman and the Batman were dating.

Stephanie just likes to roll with it, some days she feels like shipping superbat, others she'll be more into batcat, or batlantern. she's pretty volatile and doesn't really have a favourite, but when she gets into one she's all in. she'll be arguing and insulting people online who disagrees, sharing crazy theories...

Cass doesn't really care, she'll listen to any of her siblings ranting about their thoughts (especially Steph) and juts find it adorable (and funny how much they care)

Tim probably ships superbat because they are completely opposed, and he finds the parallels really interesting. he definitely writes fics (Jay reads his fics and they exchange about it without knowing it's each other)

Damian doesn't really see the point. but he has drawn of few fanart (Jason tried to bribe him with money once and Damian had to remind him of his inheritance) when Bruce benched Tim and him and he ended up drawing some batlantern that Tim printed and plastered all over the manor. Bruce had to restrain the access to the printer (Tim hacked into it the next day)

Barbara, although she doesn't really ship, is the one you go to if you search some content, she'll find you the most heart wrenching, 200 thousand words, slow brun, angst/comfort fics you'll ever read (the type of fic that changes you deep into your soul). she still likes debating with the batkid

Regardless, if there's one things they all agree on, it is Bruceman (love those fics were the batkids just go along with it). like it's hilarious but the fans make some pretty good points and they are in fact impressed. it's also the safest ship as it would not happen in any situations so they don't have to worry about their dad being stolen

[kermdoeswriting]

Mutual Loathing

Jazz has never quite loathed anyone like she loathed Jason Todd.

And that was saying something considering the number of annoying people she has met both in life and in death (from the Ghost Zone, of course).

Jason was different compared to all of them. He was on a whole other level.

The guy was obnoxious and loved being right.

It was something she learned quickly ever since she had corrected him in their shared Lit class one time. After that, Jason had been relentless in making sure they were always arguing.

He always had to have the last word, looking at her with that stupid toothy grin plastered onto his face if she didn't have a smart remark to bite back with.

She wasn't sure if it was his ego or his need to fight with anyone he deemed worthy compared to him or whatever hellish trauma he went through, but she didn't care.

If there was one staple part of Jazzs core, it was that she was competitive and would not hesitate to crush you to get to her academic dreams.

Jazz was beating him to the deans list one way or the other, and he would have to deal with it!

Still, even with being competitive, Jazz tended to stick away from Jason Todd as much as she could unless she couldn't.

The one time she couldn't, being assigned together on a final project for said Lit class, Jazz had assumed it was dumb luck.

Now though?

Now Jazz was cursing out any god that would listen because she knows somehow it was also their fault that she's staring at that exact same guy whos been avoiding her and their shared project as Dannys new General and Fright Knight.

Jazz with a pinched nose in disgust: You've got to be kidding me-

Jason without missing a beat, groaning loudly: Not even in the land of genuine dead, can I escape you.

Jazz ignoring his comment: Is this where you've been going the entire time?

Jason: What I do outside of class is none of your business, Nightingale.

Jazz, defensive: It is when you've been avoiding me and our group project due on Monday! I'm not losing my scholarship because of some rich fruitloops, kid!

Jason with an eye roll: You're so dramatic you're not gonna lose your scholarship

Jazz trying not to wring his neck: How would you know!?

Danny deciding to finally interrupt them: Uh, can someone catch me up here?

Jazz and Jason in unison: Shut up Danny!

Jazz immediately after, pointing a finger at Jason: Wait, don't tell my brother to shut up!

Jason with raised eyebrows, channeling his inner drama nerd: Your BROTHER????

Immediately both start arguing all over again.

Tucker whispering to Sam and Danny: Something tells me we made a mistake-

Danny's holding his face in his hands in despair and nodding.

Sam snorts with her arms crossed, eyes flickering between the two, amused: No shit, sherlock

_________________________________________

Or basically

Jazz has the absolute misfortune to meet her younger brothers new Fright Knight, General of the realms. She thinks he's a regular asshole until it turns out he's actually the same asshole that's been paired up with her for a group project at uni and had been avoiding her since it started.

She hates this guy. He hates her, too.

[lexxicona]

Long personal story that’s related to this I promise.

Back in the 1950’s my paternal grandfather (we’ll call him Lee) had a massive crush on a girl (we’ll call her Joan). Their love was kind of forbidden because Joan came from a family of wealthy and prestigious Texan oil barons and Lee came from the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, Lee gets Joan pregnant while they’re still in high school and to avoid a scandal her family ships her up to Kansas City where she finishes up her last year and gives birth to a healthy baby boy. She gives him up for adoption and to the best of my knowledge that’s the last she hears about him. She eventually marries someone else.

Meanwhile, time goes by and the now 20-year old Lee gets into a horrific motorcycle accident and succumbs to the Florence Nightingale effect with the person who’s taking care of him, a 16 year old woman who’ll we’ll call Caroline. Caroline is notable because she eventually becomes my paternal grandmother. As a young child, my father Lee jr is told that he should be on the lookout, as someday his half brother may try to contact him.

Decades pass and I’m born. By this point Joan’s husband is out of the picture (I’m actually not sure if they divorced or he died), Caroline and Lee have been divorced for like 20 or so years, and both sets of couple’s children have grown and have kids of their own. Joan’s parents and older family members are long dead and Joan is now an independent adult and thus remarries to…my Grandfather, Lee.

One day Dad’s on the computer doing ancestry stuff and he notices that he’s been contacted by someone claiming to be a close relative of us.

It’s Dad’s older half-brother. His name is Mark and he lives over in Kansas City and has his entire life (at this point in my life we’ve been living an hour away in Topeka for a Few years) and he and dad meet up and catch up on life.

Anyway the point of all this is When me and dad watched the GOTG holiday special together, he compared Peter finding out Mantis is his half-sister to him finding Mark his half brother and I thought that was a really heartwarming connection

The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special dir. James Gunn | 2022

[oh-phoenixx]

"Smoke"/"Change" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 523 words

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Regulus’s first Christmas at the Potters’ was not all that Sirius had made it out to be. Yes, they were kind and generous, yes, it was everything that he and his brother had dreamed of when they were little. But it was too much. It was too perfect. It was too good for him. 

At the moment, Regulus, Sirius, James, and James’s parents were sitting in the living room, drinking hot chocolate and watching muggle Christmas movies. 

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Regulus mumbled to his brother. He went into the hall and grabbed the cigarettes and the lighter from his jacket, and then stepped outside. 

He was leaning back against the wall, cigarette in hand, when the front door opened beside him. He had expected it to be Sirius, or maybe Fleamont, who had talked to him a few times and was actually quite easy to confide in. He hid the cigarette for a moment in case it was Fleamont, but instead, James came out and shut the door behind him. 

“Those things will kill you, you know?” He observed, like the genius he was.

“Really? I hadn’t heard,” Regulus muttered, taking another drag.

“Sirius smokes, too. I’ve tried to get him to stop, and Remus. You’re all hopeless,” James scoffed, though his tone was playful. 

Regulus didn’t say anything in response. He didn’t know why James was out here. Frankly, he didn’t care. He wished he was made for this type of thing, for Christmas and joy and a decent home. But he wasn’t, this wasn’t his life.

“I know it’s a lot,” James mumbled, his tone almost nervous now. “We’re a lot. It’s okay if it’s overwhelming for you. My parents won’t be angry if you need a break from it all.”

“What do you care what I need?” Regulus replied, glaring through tear-filled eyes, though at his feet so that James couldn’t tell.

“I care. I care a lot, actually. More than you let yourself believe, I imagine.” James was facing him fully, his shoulder against the wall and his gaze so fixed on him that Regulus could practically feel the weight of it. “Sirius might’ve acted like being here was heaven just to get you to stay with us, but it wasn’t easy for him, either. He didn’t feel like he deserved it. He was worried every second that our love for him was conditional, and at some point we would just…snap. Hurt him. It’s okay if that’s how you feel.”

“I’m fine,” Regulus bit. “It’s just too fucking bright and loud and- I don’t know what’s wrong with me, okay?”

“That’s okay, too. You’ll figure it out as you go. You don’t have to change yourself for your home anymore, Reg. We’ll change for you. We just want you to be comfortable.”

Something about the way he said this softened Regulus. By then, he had finished his cigarette. He dropped it and ground it under his shoe. When he looked back to James, soft hazel eyes met his, and he could have melted.

Maybe Regulus didn’t need to go back to Grimmauld Place for the summer.

[maretinelli]

WAVY HAIR THEORY

Ollie Bearman X fem!reader

Summary: In which, Y/n and Ollie have been best friends since they were babies and keep in touch wherever they are, but when she says she's dating someone, Ollie has a few days to gather the courage to tell her he loves her.

Words: 5.5K+

Warnings: Best friends to lovers, Idiots to feelings, Cute and I think that's it.

Author: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar, spelling and slang errors that may be present in the story. I have wavy hair, but I straighten it, and I know that a lot of girls do this and I wrote this story to comfort us a little hahaha

MASTERLIST

Have you heard of the wavy hair theory?

Well, there's a theory that says that the more in love a woman is, the wavier her hair becomes. And that's how Y/n's hair looks when she spends time with Ollie. All wavy and in love.

But it seems that only they were oblivious to the feelings in their hearts.

Ollie and Y/n were practically inseparable since they were born. Their mothers, great friends, used to joke that they were 'birth brothers'.

From early childhood to adolescence, they grew up together, sharing secrets, laughter, and even a few tears. Ollie was the adventurous one, always pulling Y/n into his daring pranks, while she was the more logical mind, balancing out his antics.

Even now, with Ollie traveling the world as a Formula 1 driver and Y/n focused on her degree in economics, their friendship remained strong. They talked almost every day, sending messages about the news, videos, FaceTime and Y/n made a point of being present at many of his races, cheering him on from the stands or backstage.

What no one knew, or perhaps they just didn't realize, was that hidden beneath this friendship, there was something more. A mutual feeling that both ignored, thinking it was just the affection between friends.

Y/n was sitting on the bed in her room, the cozy environment lit by just one light above her bed.

She had one foot propped up on the bed, painting her nails with concentration, next to her, the laptop was open, displaying a video call with Ollie.

He was in his hotel room, after a day full of commitments at the track. With his cell phone in his hand, he looked at Y/n, who had her hair extremely straight for the occasion, her face relaxed as they talked casually.

"Are you seriously painting your nails while you're talking to me?" Ollie teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in an amused smile.

"And why wouldn't I be?" Y/n replied, not even looking at the screen. "You know I'm a multitasker, Olliebeans. I can talk and take care of myself at the same time."

"But it makes me feel less important, you know? Like I'm just... background noise." He made a dramatic tone that made her laugh.

"I hear you perfectly, drama queen." Y/n rolled her eyes and finally looked up at him on the screen. "And for your information, I'm just painting my nails because I'm going out tomorrow."

Ollie froze at that information for a moment. "Out? With who?" His tone sounded casual, but something in the pilot's gaze changed, as if he was paying more attention than he should have been.

But with her eyes glued to her nails, Y/n didn't even notice. She just gave a smirk and shrugged.

"Ah...with someone from my college..." Y/n smiles more. She answered naturally, without noticing the knot that was starting to form in his stomach.

Ollie tried to process the information, but before he could say anything, Y/n continued: "One of the seniors in my course, actually. He's always been super nice to me since I joined. He helps me with the difficult subjects and, well... eventually asked me out for coffee tomorrow."

She smiled as she spoke, as if it were something normal. But to Ollie, it was anything but normal. He tried not to show his irritation, but he couldn't help it.

"Ah, I see..." He muttered, absently fiddling with the strap of his backpack, which was on the bed, "This guy, is he... trustworthy?"

He knew he had no right to feel jealous like that, perhaps? - but the idea of Y/n dating someone else bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

"Of course it is, Olliebeans." Y/n replied, finally looking up at the screen. But before she could say anything else, a loud noise in the room caught her attention. "Garfield!" She exclaimed, dropping her nail polish on the bed.

The cat, who had orange fur and was a little ball of fur full of energy, was running around the room like crazy and knocking over everything in his path.

"Sorry, Ollie. Just a minute!" Y/n said, stepping out of the camera's frame as she ran after the cat.

Ollie just laughed softly, watching the scene. Despite his concern, seeing Y/n fighting with Garfield was both comical and genuine.

But the discomfort was still there, pulsing in his chest.

"Garfield, you little brat!" Her voice came from the back. "You broke my favorite vase!"

The Haas driver heard this and raised an eyebrow, realizing what she was talking about. It was the vase he had given her, along with a bouquet of flowers for her birthday. He remembered how happy she had been with the gift, taking several photos and telling her it would be a special item in her room.

Soon, Y/n returned to bed, frowning. Tucking her straight strands of hair behind her ear. "I'm mad at Garfield right now. He broke my favorite vase. The one you gave me for my birthday."

Ollie laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I can buy you another one, honey. Don't worry."

Y/n smiled softly. "But that one had sentimental value, you know? It was so special..." She says dramatically and Ollie smiles.

Before the topic could return to the meeting, and leave the pilot even more stunned, Ollie quickly looked at the watch on his wrist.

"I think I'll hang up now..." Ollie said, forcing a smile. He knew he needed to escape this conversation before his feelings spilled over. "I need to get ready for practice tomorrow."

Y/n nodded, not suspecting anything. Especially since they had been there for almost two hours. "Of course, you have to rest. Be well, okay? In a few weekends I'll be there to accompany you on the run. And test your patience!"

Ollie chuckles, knowing that when she was around the races were better.

"I can't wait to see you, sweetie."

Y/n laughed at the nickname, as she always did. "See you later, Ollie. Sleep well and get a great qualification tomorrow, huh!"

Ollie replied with a smile, albeit a bit bitter. "For you, always."

She laughed again and said goodbye, hanging up the call.

As Y/n's computer blanked out, she smiled, imagining what it would be like to see him again soon. But on the other side, Ollie wasn't smiling. He dropped his phone on the mattress, sighing deeply.

The discomfort grew like a weight on his chest. Knowing that Y/n, the person he was secretly in love with, had a date the next day left him anxious.

He wanted to be happy for her, but he couldn't. He wanted to tell her that she deserved someone amazing, but all he could think was, Why not me?

For a few minutes, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. His mind was a mess of thoughts, emotions, and regrets.

The pilot sighed again before finally standing up. He needed a shower. Maybe the hot water would help wash away that lump in his throat that insisted on staying.

He was always the loyal friend, the confidant, the cradle brother. But never, not for a moment, the guy she would fall in love with. He knew that, but still, he couldn't help but wish he were.

Or could it be that she was just seeing someone else to forget about him?

As the hot water ran down his face, Ollie decided he needed to do something.

Anything. He just didn't know what. Not yet.

••••••••••••••••••••

The weekend had finally arrived when Y/n would see Ollie after a few weeks apart.

It was an overcast day at the Monza Grand Prix, and Y/n walked through the paddock with a confident stride, though her heart was racing. The air was vibrant with the energy of the event, the buzz of the teams and the occasional sound of an engine in the distance.

She was wearing a Haas shirt tucked into a black leather jacket that Ollie had given her. The driver had bought it on one of his trips and, when he handed it to her, he said: "I saw this jacket in a shop window and I knew right away it was your style. It suits you."

Her comfortable jeans and wavy hair blowing in the wind completed the casual yet original look.

Her hair was naturally wavy that morning, something she had noticed when she looked in the mirror. Unlike the day she met her college boyfriend, when it had been extremely straight when she woke up that day. Now it was as if it had a life of its own.

She liked it.

It was as if the mere idea of seeing Ollie made something inside her awaken, and that, somehow, was reflected in her hair.

Y/n looked around, trying to locate the Haas garage, while the jacket gently tightened her shoulders with the weight of the memory of whoever gave it. With each step, she felt the air of Monza filling her lungs and the sound of the fans in the distance increasing her anticipation.

Suddenly, Y/n was taken by surprise when she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her from behind, hugging her shoulders.

"Hii. I was going to pick you up at the hotel," Ollie said, his voice carrying a familiar, playful tone, very close to her ear. Making her swallow a sigh that was stuck in her throat with that gesture. "I didn't know you could find your way by yourself!"

Y/n turned around, laughing, and saw him grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, I'm an independent adult, you know? Who would have thought, right?!" She teased, earning a laugh from him.

He stepped away, but only far enough to walk beside her. "Come on, the garage is right there."

As they walked together, talking about the days they spent apart, Y/n looked down at the ground and noticed something that made her heart warm: Ollie was wearing the sneakers she had given him as a birthday present. That particular pair had been chosen with such care, because she knew he loved comfort and design.

They always exchanged gifts like these, small gestures that carried a greater meaning, a subtle way of showing how much they cared for each other. Ultimately, these gifts were each of their ways of saying, without words, that their feelings went beyond friendship.

Her smile grew.

Ollie, who was in the middle of commenting on the weather, stopped when he noticed something different about his best friend. He looked at Y/n's hair, now loose, and gently ran his fingers through the wavy strands.

"Your hair looks beautiful like this," he said, with a softness that made her cheeks flush.

Y/n laughed, trying to hide her blush. "Oh, I don't know what happens. Sometimes it's super straight, other times it's all wavy. I just wake up and see how it is. It must be the weather, who knows."

Ever since she was a child, whenever she was around him, her hair seemed to come alive, growing wavier, fuller and more bouncy. It had been like that when they spent summers together, playing in the backyard or running along the beach. But when she moved away for college, her hair began to straighten, as if the distance from him had extinguished something inside her.

Yet whenever she returned to Ollie, like now, the waves returned as well—a sort of unconscious reflection of everything he made her feel.

"So... how was that meeting with your senior?" The question came out almost casually, but the slight blush on her face betrayed her nervousness. "I don't think we've talked about it since that day."

In truth, it was Ollie who had been avoiding the subject. But now he was curious to know what direction the meeting had taken.

Y/n shrugged, putting her hands in her jacket pockets to protect herself from the Monza cold. She looked at Ollie thoughtfully as she walked around the paddock with him.

"Oh, it was nice... He's nice, you know? Handsome, kind, smart..." She paused, as if choosing the right words. "But you know when it feels like something's missing? Like, everything's fine on paper, but... I don't know." Her tone of voice sounded like she was disinterested in the guy.

Ollie nodded, trying to hide the relief that flooded his chest.

"I know exactly what you mean." He looked deeply into her eyes, the seriousness in his gaze making Y/n's heart race. "I really do. But... what are you going to do about it?"

She bit her lower lip, thinking. "I don't know yet. I think I'll wait until next semester starts and see what happens"

Ollie nodded in agreement, but inside, he felt his courage rising. Ever since that video call a few days ago, he had known it was time to take the plunge. Keeping this feeling to himself already felt unfair, like he was wasting something precious and beautiful.

As she looked at the path ahead, Ollie hesitated for a second before placing his hand gently on her back.

The touch, though familiar, seemed to carry something more. Y/n felt an unexpected warmth, which ran up her spine and made her hold her breath for a moment. "We're here, princess."

Y/n looked up and saw the movement in the garage. A few familiar faces turned to her, including a girl from the media team she had befriended, who smiled hugely when she saw her.

"Look who came to visit us!" The woman exclaimed, approaching for a warm hug. "We missed you around here, Y/n!"

Y/n laughed, returning the hug. "I was swamped with college stuff, but I finally managed to take a few days off."

Ollie stood beside them, a small smile on his face as he kept his hand on Y/n's back, as if it were natural.

"And you look wonderful!" the woman commented, looking at her hair. "That wavy look with the clips looks beautiful."

"Oh, thank you." Y/n smiled, touching the strands. "I woke up and saw him like this. I think he decided to get tangled up on his own." She jokes and the girl laughs.

She excuses herself saying she had a few more things to finish and they walk back down the garage, when Y/n casually commented to Ollie.

"But honestly, this Monza air makes my hair completely unruly."

Ollie let out a light laugh. "I disagree. I think it's perfect." He leaned in slightly, placing a soft kiss on her hair.

The familiar scent of peach invaded his senses, bringing back memories from years ago. He smiled, remembering how she had used and loved that shampoo since she was twelve.

Y/n laughed, but there was a hint of surprise in her voice. "You always notice these things, don't you?"

"I've always noticed. Ever since we were little." His answer came low, almost a whisper, but full of meaning.

She turned her face to him, her eyes searching for something more in her friend's gaze. But before she could ask what he meant, a familiar voice interrupted the moment.

"Y/n! You're finally here!" Esteban burst into the hallway with a wide smile, pulling her into a friendly hug. "Thank goodness, because Ollie kept saying how excited he was to have you here!" Bearman's teammate teased.

Y/n laughed, while Ollie immediately blushed, looking away.

"Esteban! Don't exaggerate..." Ollie muttered, pushing his teammate lightly, causing the three of them to laugh.

"Okay, okay!" He raises his arms in surrender and smiles. "We can catch up later, what do you think? I'm going to a physical therapy session now." He points, taking a few steps towards the direction.

Y/n smiles friendly. "Sure, we'd love to!"

Esteban smiles kindly and waves before heading off in the direction he needed to go. Ollie turns his gaze to his best friend.

"So... do you fancy having coffee with the Ferrari guys or would you rather stay in the hospitality room with me, chatting and playing cards?"

"I think a coffee would be great. It's cold out, and it's always good to catch up with the old guys." She smiles, remembering the times she and Ollie would spend hours chatting to the Ferrari guys when he was training at the Ferrari Academy.

Ollie put his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the garage. "Okay, boss, let's go!" He teased.

Y/n laughed, bringing up the subject of college as they headed towards the Ferrari hospitality, not mentioning dates or anything else that could make the moment heavy.

It was light, as it always should be with them.

••••••••••••••••••••••••

Qualification day.

The morning of qualifying began with a typical atmosphere of tension and expectation in the paddock. The sound of the engines was drowned out by the buzz of the teams working on final adjustments, and Y/n felt those familiar butterflies in her stomach being so close to the races.

His hair, however, seemed to reflect another energy. Wavy and voluminous as ever, it was almost comical how it transformed whenever Ollie was around. It was as if he had some kind of magic that made her heart race and somehow shaped her strands.

Y/n smiled as she noticed how her hair was wavier and fuller that morning when she woke up.

It seemed to have gotten wavier during their interactions the day before, in fact, especially when Ollie was saying something directly to her in front of the Ferrari crew. Every word he said was a touch to her heart, and apparently, an extra wave in her hair.

Now they were in the small room reserved for Ollie, sitting on the floor. The atmosphere here was quite different from the hustle and bustle of the paddock. Y/n was wearing leggings, a Haas t-shirt that seemed a little too big, comfortable sneakers, and a headband holding back her unruly hair. Ollie, as always, was already in his racing suit, ready for any moment he was called upon.

They used to stretch together on qualifying days—a ritual of theirs—but now they just sat across from each other, laughing at whatever came up in conversation and forgetting about stretching.

"Did you know I can do hypnosis?"

Ollie laughed immediately, leaning back, resting one hand on the floor as he crossed his legs. "You know hypnosis? That's new!"

"Of course I know!" Y/n tried to remain serious, but the mischievous smile on her lips revealed otherwise.

He raised his eyebrows, playing along. "Alright. Then hypnotize me, master of mind tricks!"

She tried to hold back her laughter, but couldn't help but chuckle as she said, "Okay, I'm going to do some hypnosis, and when I snap my fingers, you're going to forget you're gay!" Before Ollie could protest, she snapped her fingers in an exaggerated gesture.

"Hey!" He retorted with a surprised smile. "I'm not gay!"

Y/n pretended to widen her eyes, covering her mouth with her hands. "Wow, the hypnosis really worked!" She burst out laughing, laughing out loud at her own joke.

Y/n burst into laughter, leaning forward as she laughed nonstop. Ollie followed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but he couldn't contain his smile.

"You're ridiculous. This joke is ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous!" He said, laughing along with her. Then, impulsively, he reached out and cupped her face with his warm hands.

Y/n felt his touch like a gentle shock. Her laughter faded into a soft smile, and she swallowed hard. Ollie's face was so close that for a moment she forgot where she was. Her heart was pounding, and the world seemed to stop around her.

She loved him, more than she wanted to admit, more than their friendship could explain. Years of hiding those feelings, years of wishing he felt the same.

Ollie looked at her with the same intensity. He knew what she felt, had known for a long time. But saying it out loud seemed impossible, even now, when her eyes were fixed on his, so close, so vulnerable.

Y/n was about to speak, say everything, when the door opened abruptly.

“Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.” The Haas engineer hurried in, a hurried tone in his voice. “Bearman, we need you in the garage in thirty minutes.”

Y/n picked up her cell phone from the floor, pretending to play with it while Ollie smiled at the corner of his mouth, almost in an attempt to ease the tension.

He pulled his hands away. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm just going to stretch a little."

The engineer nodded, then left and closed the door behind him.

For a moment, silence filled the space. Then, Y/n let out a nervous laugh, and Ollie joined in.

"We better start stretching before they drag you out there kicking you," she joked, standing up.

"I guess that's an idea." He replied, smiling, but still thinking about what almost happened.

As they stretched, Ollie couldn’t get the moment out of his head. They were so close to something more, something he had wanted for so long. He kept watching her, seeing her smile as she concentrated on her exercises.

In turn, Y/n couldn't forget either. That could have been a kiss, which made her think of all the times she had kept her feelings inside.

They both knew that qualifying day would be tougher than expected - not because of the track, but because of what was left unsaid.

The hustle and bustle of the garage was intense, but Y/n remained focused as she watched Ollie's qualification on the monitor.

She wore headphones, completely immersed in the details of the communication between the team and the driver. Her wavy, voluminous hair seemed to dance with the wind that circulated through the garage, adding an almost cinematic touch to the scene.

When Ollie crossed the finish line in P9, the garage erupted in subdued celebration, and Y/n was one of the first to react. She cheered excitedly, smiling and clapping alongside the team members, feeling that almost palpable pride at seeing her best friend turn in a solid lap.

However, the work wasn't over for Ollie. He had to stay a little longer to fine-tune the car and interact with the engineers.

Meanwhile, Y/n wandered off to the rest area of the garage, where she began chatting with one of the media girls, someone she had become good friends with over the course of race weekends.

"Have you seen Julia Roberts around?" Ollie asked Esteban, who was nearby in the car.

The other pilot raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Who?"

Ollie chuckled softly and explained, "Y/n. That's what I call her when her hair is like that." He made spiral gestures with his finger.

Esteban laughed and crossed his arms. "You know that's romantic, don't you?"

The British rolled his eyes, ignoring his companion's comment, but he couldn't hide the slight smile that escaped. "Where is she?"

"She's back there, talking to the media girls."

Ollie thanked him and started walking in the direction indicated. He was still a little sweaty from the effort of qualifying, his racing suit open and tied at the waist, revealing the black fireproof t-shirt he wore underneath.

When he arrived at the rest area, he found Y/n with her back turned, still talking animatedly with her media friends, he called her by name, with that typical smile.

As soon as Y/n heard Ollie's voice, her heart skipped a beat, as it always did when he called her with that tone that seemed to belong only to her.

When she saw him walking towards her, his jumpsuit tied around his waist and that slight smile, she had to force herself not to blush.

"Congratulations on P9! You were amazing!" Y/n jumps into her best friend's arms and wraps him in a warm hug, placing her head on the boy's neck.

“Thank you, honey!” He held her tight, like she was an anchor amidst the chaos of a race weekend. Ollie ducked his head slightly. “I wanted to thank you, you know? For always being here.”

Y/n smiled, but without lifting her head from his neck she said in a muffled voice. "Of course, Ollie. You're my best friend."

Those words, 'best friend', made Ollie's heart clench for a second, but he forced a smile, swallowing what he really wanted to say.

When Y/n finally lifted her head from the hug and looked at him, her eyes were shining with something between happiness and pride. "You really were amazing today. Everyone in the garage was excited to see you back."

Ollie smiled, but something about his expression seemed different. His eyes held contact for a few seconds longer than usual, and the intensity of his gaze made Y/n reflexively look away, blushing slightly.

"It's easier when you're here," he said, his voice lower.

Y/n laughed, a short, slightly nervous laugh. "Oh yeah? I guess I should start charging for it then."

He gave a light laugh. Ollie knew he should say something more. Right now, it seemed like time was on his side. But the words just wouldn’t come.

"You deserve to celebrate today," Y/n said, diverting his attention by grabbing a bottle of water from the table. Moving a little away from him. "A P9 is not something easy to achieve, especially with all the pressure you carry."

Ollie watched her for a moment, his hands still resting on the coveralls tied around his waist. "You always understand me so well, don't you?"

Y/n stopped drinking the water and blinked a few times, confused by the unexpected tone. "What?"

"I mean, you... you're different, you know? You're always there for me, you always believe in me, even when I doubt myself."

"Sure, Ollie," Y/n replied, still smiling, closing the bottle of water. "You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

He wanted to say yes, but he also wanted to say more. His throat felt dry, his words stuck again. "I would do anything for you, Y/n," he said finally, his sincerity shining through.

Y/n smiled, without words to respond to that statement. And like a hero, one of the engineers appeared again calling Ollie. Remembering that they needed to finalize the car's adjustments for the race the next day.

"I... need to go back." He takes a step back, but then smiles easily and points to his best friend. "But I'll accept the celebration!! How about pizza and sweets at the hotel tonight?"

Y/n laughs and nods in agreement. "Sure. Pizza and sweets!"

Ollie winks at her and leaves the room, leaving a stunned Y/n with her feelings on edge now. She tries to push the thoughts away by shaking her head and smiling.

As she bends down to pick up her phone from the table, her hair falls into her face, and then, she sees an extremely curly strand. She picks it up in her palm, frowning a little. Y/n could have sworn that her hair hadn't been THIS curly when she woke up that morning.

But not really caring about this situation, since she liked her wavy hair, she shrugs and heads to one of the paddock's cafes to buy a hot chocolate.

The hotel room was lit with white light, the atmosphere was welcoming and peaceful, with the sound of laughter filling the space. An open pizza box and candy wrappers were scattered across the carpet, while Ollie and Y/n sat on the floor, facing each other.

"And then, I only realized I had deleted the wrong slide when I was in front of everyone!" Y/n said, covering her face with her hands in a mix of embarrassment and laughter. "And the worst part? The teacher was there, with that look on his face that said 'I expected more from you.'"

Ollie laughed, leaning back and resting his hands on the carpet. "That's just like you, Y/n. Always tripping over your own ideas."

Y/n grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at him, laughing. "Hey! That wasn't encouraging at all!"

He laughed even harder, catching the pillow before it hit the floor. "But you found a way, didn't you? Because you always find a way."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I ended up improvising a speech that didn't even make sense. But somehow everyone bought into it and I got an A."

Ollie watched her intently as she spoke, his eyes shining with something deeper. He knew this was the moment. There was something about this night—maybe her carefree laughter, the gleam of happiness in her eyes, or the fact that they were so close, just the two of them, in such an intimate space. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

When Y/n finished telling her story and took another slice of pizza, she finally noticed Ollie's gaze on her. He didn't hide it, he kept looking, as if he was absorbing every detail of her.

She stopped with the slice of pizza in her hand and laughed nervously. "Why are you looking at me like that, Ollie? Do I have sauce on my face or something?" Y/n quickly runs her hand over her face.

He didn't answer right away, just tilted his head and smirked. Finally, he gathered his courage. "I've been looking at you like that for years, Y/n."

She blinked in surprise and slowly placed the piece of pizza back into the box. "What?"

Ollie took a deep breath, feeling his heart race. It was now or never.

"I always look at you like that because... because you're the most amazing person I've ever met." He began, not looking away. "You're smart, you're funny, and you have this unique way of making any room seem brighter just because you're in it. And, well, I've been keeping this inside for a long time, but... I love you, Y/n. More than friends."

The silence that followed was almost deafening to Ollie. His heart leapt into his throat, as if each second without a response was an eternity.

Y/n stared at him, completely stunned by his words. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and then closed it again, trying to process what she had just heard. Finally, she managed to find her voice.

"Ollie... are you serious?"

He nodded slowly, nervousness evident in his eyes but determination in his posture. "More serious than ever."

Y/n felt her heart race. She had never considered that that look or those small actions of his meant something so deep.

But now, all the pieces have started to fall into place. The way he was always by her side, how he made a point of making her smile on her worst days, how he looked at her with so much affection, as if she were the only person who mattered in the world.

Y/n started to laugh, but tears started to roll down her face. Ollie stood frozen, his heart clenching as he watched her.

He quickly approached, kneeling in front of her, his hands shaking as he gently cupped her face. His thumbs brushed away her tears, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath.

"Y/n..." Ollie called her, his voice soft, almost fearing the answer. "What happened?"

She opened her eyes, meeting his. A shy smile played across her lips. "It's just... it was so nice to hear that from you, Ollie. After so many years... so many years of holding onto the same feeling and convincing myself that you would never see me that way.

Ollie's eyes widened, and he could barely process her words before she continued.

"I love you too, Ollie. I always have. Not just as a best friend, but as... everything you are to me."

He was silent for a moment, his smile slowly spreading across his face. It was as if the entire world had stopped for him in that instant.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice low, his eyes fixed on hers as if they were the only thing that mattered.

Y/n let out a soft laugh, tears still in her eyes, and nodded. "Yeah. Sure, Olliebeans."

Ollie wasted no time. He leaned forward, closing his eyes, and his lips met hers in a kiss full of tenderness and passion that had been pent up for years. His hands were still cupping her face, his thumbs gently stroking her skin. The kiss was slow but full of meaning, as if they were both discovering a whole new world together.

When they separated, their faces still close, Ollie rested his forehead against hers, smiling as if it were impossible to contain the happiness that overflowed in his chest.

"I love you so much, my darling" He whispers.

Y/n gives the biggest smile she's ever had in her life. "I love you so much," she repeats.

And it was like that, that Y/n's hair never stopped being wavy. Do you know why? Because Ollie never stopped being by her side. It was as if his heart had direct contact with the waves of her hair, and with each new declaration of love, new curls appeared.

[krogerkryptid]

Hate watching CBS's new show Watson so you don't have to Live commentary and after thoughts under the cut

✦They start at -the- Reichenbach Falls wtf?? like in Switzerland?? ✦Sherlock is actually dead? Hate it here ✦Secret rich Sherlock lore good and silly to me ✦Left said money to John (to continue medicine) and some other guy that John and Sherlock knew?!?? Time jump six months later  ✦It is worth mentioning I could not figure out how to access the captions so I am missing half the story ✦John Hamish Watson is American absolutely tragic ✦John doesn’t remember the events leading up to Sherlock’s death bc he fell off the falls to go after Sherlock I'm sick (we see this at the beginning) ✦Medical buzzwords yay yay  ✦Mary pulled up she manages a hospital and they are separated??? She got the house womp womp ✦Not going to lie the intro music bangs but it comes from almost the exact same string as Sherlock BBC which is interesting ✦Sherlock quote hidden in there ok John  ✦At some point after an ad we got captions up so who knows but I am now comprehending ✦It is SCREAMING medical drama with known names slapped on to it to beat out other medical dramas ✦Medical BUZZWORDS again and again ✦Two of Watson’s fellows have TENSION bc one is dating the other’s ex also tea they are twin brothers  ✦One of them records things with a tape recorder for some reason ✦They also have that medical drama vibe music playing all the time ✦I have seen like 4 clips of House that aren’t just Hilson clips and this consulting Watson does with his fellows is exactly the same ✦The Holmes Clinic that John opened is so ugly too its not important but worth mentioning  ✦John giving a patient his life story and him telling her that he picked Sherlock over Mary just to do “one last case” dear god  ✦He wants to reconcile with Mary- John divorcee arc is crazy we can't kill Mary in this but Sherlock was fair game I guess ✦John telling his little fellows that they should know how to find a missing person bc their “patient needs a detective” ✦Shinwell (the other guy from the beginning I locked in) and John reminiscing about Sherlock on this manhunt for a patients brother to get a bone marrow transplant ✦I have not said it yet but we are in Pittsburg and Shinwell did in fact follow John there to work at his clinic and has a WILD British accent ✦One of John’s fellows has a HORRENDOUS southern accent its tragic (I love southern accents but this one borders so heavily on corny) ✦John suffered a traumatic brain injury so he’s a little silly (feels faint has amnesia etc.) and should be continuing treatment ✦All the fellows believe they are experiments in genetics for Watson  ✦John abusing drugs plot twist of the century he is slowly becoming Sherlock which is so weird  ✦Random John Watson shirtless shot ✦John emulating Sherlock to solve things dear god he’s not even here and we are being baited ✦Watson being an investigator is weird bc his vibe is completely off from his character core  ✦Also one of his fellows is in fact his neurologist so he can get away with the drug abuse thing (she doesn't know) and not actually going in to appointments ✦Rest in Peace Mary and John’s relationship but Mary is dating a woman!!  ✦Mary telling John Sherlock made him a better man and doctor what the FUCK ✦All of Sherlock’s stuff was packed away in boxes at John and Mary’s old house and now he’s opened them and it literally says “The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes” NAH ✦John saying “the game is afoot” ✦Randall Park as Moriarty oh HELL NO what, it panned over to him and I genuinely did not believe that shit (he is also American in this) ✦Shinwell double agent goddamn ✦Cliffhanger of an episode that I do not care to follow up on tbh

Final thoughts This is just a medical drama that took the names and essence of the Sherlock Holmes stories to get more engagement I have watched a single episode so I cannot say I denounce it entirely but my god. It is not a terrible medical drama has all the pieces of complex characters with conflicts and quirks but I cannot get past the fact that they are also just using lines like "I am Dr. John Hamish Watson," and that they killed off Sherlock Holmes and not Moriarty in The Final Problem (ACD can know peace with this one) for a reason I cannot decipher. Also John being American and Sherlock being British feels so wrong to me for a reason that I cannot explain, how did they meet?? There is no way Sherlock wasn't annoyed by John being from the US. It is not a Sherlock Holmes adaptation imo it is literally just the names on a different flavor of show which I fully expected if I am being honest with you all.

[16woodsequ]

When I was in middle school/high school I had a Transformer OC who was a Mary Sue, though I didn't know or care about the term.

She was an Autobot Seeker, which is very rare in the lore. She had a brother who she lost during the war. She grew up with the Autobots, but at one point was captured by the Decepticons. For Plot Reasons she was kept alive as a prisoner for years, slowly going mad because she couldn't fly and was periodically tortured.

Eventually everything is moved to Earth, and she is still on the Decepticon ship. Even they don't exactly have a reason to keep her alive, but it's been so long that they don't bother changing it. Her spirit has been broken, and she has a shock collar if I remember correctly, and the Decepticons have recoloured her to look like a Decepticon (I think to demoralize her). She barely speaks, and does her best to lay low.

At some point, Optimus and Arcee are captured by the Decepticons. They are put in a cell next to her. It's been years since she's seen an Autobot, and even longer since she dared thing of escape. But with Optimus and Arcee there she has a burst of desperate hope.

She manages to break both herself and them out, and they jump out of the ship with her kind of controlling their fall with her thrusters. They're heavy though, and eventually they crash in a rain forest. They're not able to contact the Autobots and must start walking.

Arcee is distrustful of her because she looks like a Decepticon, though Optimus is more forgiving. The Seeker is reluctant to speak to tell them who she is due to the shock collar and long history of torture that has worn her down.

But, at one point, Arcee overhears her singing (Seekers have a culture of singing in my stories) and recognises the songs as those sung by her long-lost friend. That is how they figure out who she is, and what has happened to her.

They are shocked at what was done to her and all she has survived, and rush to bring her home and heal her.

There was also something about her having been 'blessed by Primus' and having a power she didn't know she had to help end the war, but I can't remember the specifics of that XD

Anyway, she suffered a lot, but was very brave and eventually rescued, which is kind of my thing when it comes to OCs and characters I like.

I actually can't remember her name anymore, though I probably have it written down somewhere. I used to keep a notebook with me to write down good idea for Transformer names.

Hey Writeblr,

I have a very specific request.

Will you tell me about your old OCs? I'm talking like middle school/high school edgy OCs. The ones who make you cringe when you remember them, because they're so awful. The Mary-Sue's, the self-inserts. The ones you would never ever ever resurrect because oh my gods they're irredeemable. The over-powered ones. The dark-haired boys with crooked smiles and ocean orbs. The girls who are so not like those other girls.

I'd like to hear about them please! I desire to know them!

[whimsical-mistakes]

i hate it when pandora is made out to be super mature and someone who 'wouldn't hurt a fly'. like no. the woman literally blew herself up, she is not responsible.

anyways here is how i interpret her

she has really bad grades but shes extremely smart. unlike regulus, pandora only really pays attention if the topic interests her. she doesn't care about the draught of living death but she does care about amortentia so in the exam, despite not remembering actually writing anything down or taking notes, she can list every trait and ingredient of it but then when there a question about living draught her mind goes fully blank.

and honestly i think she knows that grades aren't everything and what some silly test on paper shows nothing about her actual skills (and i think she would've ingrained that in luna too)

she is not a ravenclaw. im sorry but i dont think that pandora fits within that house. as we know, ravenclaws like to seek knowledge but i dont think pandora does - i think she loves the unknown (likely due to being a seer and having the curse of knowing too much) and she will only seek out knowledge only if she has to

she is a slytherin that doesnt intentionaly break the rules like barty. she just doesnt understand why there are so many stupid rules in place when there are way better ways she could get things done.

she is NOT a planner - if you ask her to do something she'll just shrug and give you the most ominous response known to man

she knew remus was a werewolf. - she has 0 evidence to back this theory like at all. she just had a feeling.

she has zero sense of danger.

'regulus i think your being paranoid. how could me going outside for a late night walk to investigate the loud howling on a full moon be dangerous? you cant die at hogwarts'

she purposefully messes with barty by pretending that she saw something about his future and making him believe it. and he falls for it every. single. time.

'barty!' 'what' 'be careful on your way to care of magical creatures.' 'what why?' 'PROMISE ME BARTY' 'dora. did you see something' *slow nodding*

barty was paranoid for the rest of the day

she has 5 bajillion hobbies (sewing, baking, juggling ect.)

everyone in the friendgroup is slightly afraid of her - they all feel like shes capable of things that no one should be capable of

she steals potion ingredients from slughorn and lets the marauders get the blame

(which they take because at this point they cant even remember what they did and didn't do)

she took care of magical creature

evan and pandoras parents are split.

evan lives with his dad, dads shiny new wife and little brother (i am gonna go into depth about this household in my evan characterisation)

their mum managed to get out and took pandora with her - mr. rosier pays them money to act like they don''t exist and that's exactly what they do

her mum is a healer who works super hard and is often exhausted but is kind and lets pandora explore the things she wants

evan and pandora were separated when they were four and couldn't get back in contact but when they went to hogwarts they immediately rekindled their relationship

pandora is increadibly emotionally intelligent and loves observing people and theyre mannerisms - she sees how tense dorcas gets whenever anyone talks badly about gryffindors and how regulus sneaks glaces at the gryffindor table when nobodys looking, she even noticed wolfstar first

but she will take all of this to her grave.

she doesnt feel the need to share it like gossip or even to confront the people its about. she just enjoys knowing and allowing the world to unfold around her.

she has a little box of things that she collects that she just loves

she can read taro and loves watching people reactions to each card

she also loves being a absolute menace and making up the most random shit for people

'aahh yes this card mean you shall be blessed with the spirit of a pelican and the vitality of a platypus' 'ooooh- wait what?' 'shhhh let the cards speak to you'

in history of magic, her and regulus' favorite thing to do is write little flirty notes and put them in the bags of people that they ships bag as if theyre from eachother - this is how rosekiller finally confessed confirmed.

she LOVES matching hair with evan

shes super protective over regulus

not one person in the school hates her. they just don't.

(i hope i didnt offend anyone with the intro or my opinions - at the end of the day its a fandom and theres no 'set' traits of the characters)

i am gonna continue to add to this when i have another headcannon to add xx

[soupthatistohot]

Character Study: Chuuya Nakahara's Stubborn Refusal to Give Up

Guys its time for me to get back on my little soapbox... and of course it's gotta be Chuuya that I talk abt after being basically inactive in the BSD fandom since the summer.

I haven't read any of it yet, but I'm aware that a Stormbringer manga is currently releasing chapters, and as such, I felt it appropriate to share my thoughts on Chuuya and the story that takes place in the LN, which was one of the major things that made me fall in love both with BSD and Chuuya as a character. So, needless to say, Stormbringer spoilers ahead!!

I will also preface this by saying that I originally read Stormbringer in April of 2022, so it's been a hot minute! If I get things wrong or leave something important out, please let me know!

Put simply, Stormbringer is Chuuya's personal hell. The people he cares most about gets murdered by this guy claiming to be his brother, his entire identity is brought into question by said guy, he's losing control of his ability (which I'll remind you was what he previously centered his identity around when with the Sheep), and all the while Dazai is being Dazai (AKA really annoying).

And Chuuya is only sixteen years old.

Speaking of Dazai, can we marvel for a second that Chuuya hasn't turned out more like him? Given everything we know about his backstory, it would make perfect sense if Chuuya were cynical in the way that led him down a path of self-destruction. And I'm not saying that he's not above such tendencies, but he's not actively suicidal in the way Dazai is. In fact, he resents Dazai's outlook on things and actively tries to differentiate himself, even if deep-down, he knows there's a part of him that might be a bit... depressed.

I'll bring up here the scene in SB where he hallucinates Dazai teasing him whilst being tortured -- Dazai, in a sense, reflects Chuuya's inner thoughts at that point. Internally, he harbors the insecurity that he and Dazai are similar (inhuman), which he cannot allow himself to truly entertain. But he feels it sometimes, that hopelessness, that depression. Chuuya is certainly a cynic, a kid who has seen the worst of the world, but the main difference between him and Dazai is that he refuses to give in, and that's actually a pretty big difference.

(I will note here that I'm primarily using the description of Dazai as he existed in the Port Mafia. In the present day, things are quite different, as that version Dazai is characterized by his choice at least try to live, if not only to fulfill his promise to Oda. Yet, even in the present, he still regularly attempts to kill himself, so he's not fully on the "continue living in spite of it all" bandwagon, but rather, he's kinda tied to the back of it being, dragged in the dirt, even though he could untie the knot at any moment and plunge into oblivion. (Sorry got carried away with that metaphor.))

But back to Chuuya! As previously stated, he quite frankly has every reason to just not care -- about the people around him, about Yokohama, even about the world -- and yet, he does care, and very deeply, even if he's not always overt about it.

After the Sheep betray him, he effectively has nobody. Rather than join the PM, he could've gone off to die in a ditch, and no one would have really cared all that much. And even when he joins the PM he asked them to protect the Sheep when he could have easily left them to their own devices. He cares about them, even when all logic says he really shouldn't, and there's really something rebellious about that. I will say that this example is the most wishy-washy, as Chuuya was very much manipulated by Dazai and Mori into joining the PM, to the point where he basically had no choice.

But that informs a lot of his decisions in SB, as the story basically kicks off with him acting outside of Mori's jurisdiction. He knows that he shouldn't be looking into his past, and that Mori wouldn't be happy with his attempts to do so. But he's determined to not let the system get the best of him. Despite the odds, he finds a group of friends (arguably, a family) who are willing to help him with this and is determined to go forward with it. He's not really loyal to the PM at this time, either, acting on his own despite the danger.

And yeah, it was dangerous, because then the Flags all die. Even then, he doesn't give up, though. He's tempted by Verlaine on multiple occassions to basically forfeit his reason for being, accept that he's lines of code and not actually a human being. It's enticing, and Chuuya certainly entertains the idea, because wouldn't it just be so easy to just give into futility? If he's not a person, then why have qualms about morality? People? Life? He could become an unstoppable storm, destroy everything in his path, not care.

But that he refuses to do, as well. Even when given the ultimatum by Dazai to find out for sure if he's human or try to stop Verlaine from destroying Yokohama, he confidently chooses the latter. He realizes that the circumstances of his existence don't matter, and what does matter is what he does with this life he's been given. So he chooses to fight.

And he chooses to fight over and over again, even (and especially) when things are at their worst. Things will never be easy for Chuuya -- very often he and others he cares about are put in danger -- but what makes him Chuuya is that he will always push back against the forces that be, even if it means risking his life or partnering up with his god-awful ex-partner. To him, it is better to have tried and failed than to have not tried at all.

And here is where I'll bring up my favorite way of analyzing BSD: absurdism!

Everything I've described about Chuuya fits the absurdist philosophy, which this post provides a more in-depth description of. The long and short of it is that 1) life has no inherent meaning but 2) we must not give in, but instead revolt against absurdity. It is Chuuya's stubborn refusal to give in (whether thru suicide or becoming part of the system) that characterizes him as an absurdist to me.

Anyways, that's what I've got! I think I need to re-read Stormbringer (or keep up with the manga as it releases) because writing this made me realize that I really don't remember it as much as I thought.

Also, please respond with your own thoughts and ideas! I always want my posts to be a space for discussion, as I love engaging in conversation about this type of thing!

[prettyboykatsuki]

even tho you dk him yet,, caleb 🙂‍↕️

here we go pre-emptive sex taste typology with mr siscon yan cyborg

also no direct incest but just assume its implied w him which is why i tag w psuedocest

disclaimer for all that with the exception of zayne i really only barely know these men. at least im only semi-confident (read: barely) in writing for them. that is part of the fun.

of them, i know the least about caleb aside from what ive absorbed via osmosis. and sylus

my opinion of this guys sexual preferences is very mixed fyi. i havent met him and have not spoiled the story for myself yet so . you know.

none of this is meant to be accurate DSJFHJKSD !!!!!!

to me he feels like a service top. if he were like normaler i would categorize him a very giving lover in general but he's got soooo many issues. still, i dont think this part of him really goes away KJDSHKJD. i just don't think he is kind about being one later on if u will ?

you're usually the one getting pleasured and doing the receiving but it's not out magnanimity but more like he is trying to prove a point to you by manipulating your body. id substantiate a guess that his desire from control comes form other fear of not wanting to lose u like most of the other men in the game lol

for kinks.........maybe sensory deprivation like blindfolding and corporal punishment but not so much it borders into complete sadism. a fan of spanking. also i do not go here so this is said rather unbiased but i think that man has a somewhat subconscious breeding kink perhaps.

though its less in how i think like. another character would have it and more in the effort to corrupt the idea of family you have between you. something something him cumming in you while you refer to him as gege etc. but he also just seems like he'd want to go bareback at all times even in a vanilla like... actual older brother context. again i do not rlly having a breeding kink. game just recognizes game.

he's in general obsessed with marking you in some manner or fashion for exactly the reason you think but i think just manifests w breeding yk.

hm. probably also likes being fully clothed while your naked. vulnerability, control, complete access etc.

i think he gets off on embarrassing you and probably has since you were a lot younger but it becomes very ugly later on lol. once again if he were normaler i think it'd just be him like...making you beg for it in bed but its much weirder now. enjoys putting his thumb in your mouth for a weird reason as well

likes inspection maybe. thats really just me guessing though. based on vibes.

i think for now this is all i have got. i dont know this man so until i learn his character motivations this as much as i can cook for you guys. if u can without spoiling tell me my accuracy rate that would v funny

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

First off: wow dude, you clearly have never read the book. It takes some serious fucking guts to call me stupid while spouting shit that shows you are apparently illiterate.

Lyanna is much more than a "tool of intrigue". She was brash, loud, and a literal fighter. She learned to fight with a sword, she's heavily implied to be the Knight of the Laughing Tree. In fact it's basically canon at this point, anyone who has read the books can see this. We know all this from Ned Stark's pov and from Howland Reed.

Lyanna's very nature is to be active, she rejects the status quo Westeros forces on women by her actions. She refused to behave as a "proper lady", she fought against an unwanted marriage, and, again, she literally learned to fight so well that she won a fucking tourney.

GOT dropped almost everything about Lyanna. Her parallels with Arya, the Knight of the Laughing Tree, and basically her whole personality were all scrapped. The only thing D&D kept was that she's Jon's mom, rejected Robert, and was in love with Rhaegar. They left her a blank slate.

Although that's apparently how people prefer her, Elia, and Helaena. Their perfect blank slates that they can project whatever bullshit they want onto. That was the point of my post.

You clearly hate Lyanna for whatever reason, probably because you haven't read the books tbh. Yeah, there are people who've read the books who hate her, and everyone's entitled to their opinions, but your opinions are not the actual story.

Arya was based on the feminists GRRM knew in the 1960s. Do you know how that connects to Lyanna? Well she's the character most paralleled with Arya, therefore she is at least in part based on these women. Also, again, her actual character in the book reflects this. GRRM has also confirmed that he sees and has written Rhaegar and Lyanna's story to be a tragic love story.

For some reason you, and many people like you, seem to think that in order to be a woman who defies the patriarchy, she needs to literally write feminist manifestos and completely destroy the system in her lifetime.

Lyanna defies the patriarchy by simply living the way she wanted. She refused to be forced into a marriage that would doubtlessly become abusive and refused to have her bodily autonomy violated and be used for her womb. In the world of ASOIAF that was a massive fucking deal. That's Ned and Catelyn constantly try to break Arya, again, Lyanna's parallel, of her "unladylike" behavior.

Lyanna being blamed for the events of Robert's Rebellion is fucking disgusting. Robert and Jon Arryn started that of their own free will, Robert simply used Lyanna as an excuse. Ned joined because of Aerys murdering his father and brother. Yes, Lyanna and Rhaegar's choices affected the war, however, that is part of the larger Love vs Duty theme GRRM has woven through all of ASOIAF.

Westeros was already well on its way to civil war because of Aerys' tyranny and instability. Rhaegar himself was planning to overthrow his father. Aerys was the reason for the rebellion, Robert was the reason the Targaryens were almost wiped out. This isn't the first time a woman has run away from a shitty arranged marriage, and, shockingly, those didn't end in rebellion. Robert simply used Lyanna as an excuse.

Maybe go read the books instead of trying to flex your supposedly superior knowledge of books jfc.

People in the ASOIAF fandom are very obsessed with passive women they can project onto. The obsessions with the characters of show!Alicent, Sansa, Elia, and Helaena are perfect examples of this.

In the show, Alicent is changed from a woman who actively seeks power and heads the scheming of the green faction into a passive victim who watches and reacts to the men around her. And yet, despite this being a much more boring characterization, the show version is vastly more preferred by her stans. They condemn her book character as simply an "evil stepmother trope" while completely ignoring how their fav is just as blank and tropey as they accuse her book counterpart to be. Alicent stans want her to be the show's blank victimized canvas.

Helaena is someone who the show changed very little in the adaptation, because both book and show Helaena have little impact on the plot other than to be victims of their surroundings. Both women are forced to marry Aegon at thirteen and have his children, go through B&C, and are the least active members of the green faction. The show only added elements to make her more tragic: her dreaming and autistic behaviors. Helaena's character makes her the perfect canvas for certain fans to project themselves onto as she simply exists to be victimized and play the dutiful wife/daughter despite her circumstances, just like the show version of her mother.

Elia Martell is a woman who we know very little about. She died thirteen years before the events of ASOIAF and, unlike characters like Rhaegar and Lyanna, she has no pov characters who think about her enough for us to learn anything about her. The only things we know are that she was loved by her family, was in an arranged marriage to Rhaegar, had his two (confirmed) children, and was brutally raped and murdered by Lannister men. She is an unknown character and, again unlike Rhaegar and Lyanna, has no known active role in the events surrounding the Rebellion. Because of these things, she is, again, the perfect blank canvas for people to project on.

Sansa is, despite being a prominent pov character in ASOIAF, a very passive character. She rarely takes action in her circumstances and simply reacts to them while trying to survive. There's nothing wrong with this, she's a young girl who has never had to fight for anything in her life, it's not unexpected or condemnable for her reaction to her circumstances to be this way. However, her passivity is something her stans obsess over. She is praised for being the "perfect lady" and they project their desires to see her rule onto her and how they view her story.

These women have been chosen by these fans because of their passivity and tragedy. They love that the women have suffered in the name of the "duty" they believe is higher than them. Because they love passivity, they hate the women of ASOIAF who are active in their own lives and fight to better their circumstances. Characters like Rhaenyra, Arya, Daenerys, and Lyanna are all massive influences on the world and purposely chose to challenge the patriarchy. Since they did not take their suffering silently, theses certain fans view them as wrong and hate them. They only love the women they can project on and who simply refuse to fight for better lives.

[yuukirita]

Just saw your A Small Bot and A Small Change ending and it was beautiful and bittersweet sad at the same time due to the events of the war still happening, even though sadly it was expected. Especially the parts of how Cliffjumper and Bee's relationship and bond deteriorated and forced each other to ignore it due to the war and factions, especially Cliff's hate for the deceptions. It took both to take out one of their horns to finally see eye to eye and for their bond to be lit again. Reminds me of Bee and Breakdown from EarthSpark.

That thought made me want for a scenario where during or at the end of the Earth war and Cybertron rebirth both spark brothers are forced or accidentally in a situation where they let out their feelings and see each other's points of view, like Bee's belief that the deceptions also fight for freedom and not all of them are bad and Cliff hatred towards the faction due to the acts they committed to accomplish it and friends he lost. And it could drive their wish for peace even further.

It and the unexplored plot seeds made us wonder how things turn out for the characters during the fall and rebirth of Cybertron after and during the war on Earth ,I thought about something like TF IDW but someone said this story is linking up best with TF Cyberverse, especially with the episode of Megatron Is My Hero where amnesiac Bee was acquainted with Meg, and a hint of TF Prime due to dark energon form Unicron, but if they were actually close the agnst and heartbreak would be worse like in the Mute Bumblebee au fic.

That made me even more worried, especially because i loved the scenes where Optimus and Megatron fight over Bee and act like overprotective parents, especially since to Megatron Bee is like the last good thing he has left and fears things wil end up like with Orion, especially if Bee becomes disillusioned with Megatron's inmortal fire for love of war and his hatred as time passes by the time Cybertron it's destroyed and the war reaches Earth and the use on Unicron's dark energon corruption or becomes tired of the (pointless) fighting and short periods of unsuccessful peace talks, especially due to things between him and Cliff.

It also broke how Cliffjumper and Bee forced themselves to ignore each other and their bond because of their sides and Cliff's hate towards Deceptions. It took them to cut one of their horns for their bond to reignite again.

The only thing i became curious about the ending of this fic is these:

What's more likely that could have become of Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Megatron and his generals, Optimus, and their relationship with each other at the end of these events of the war and Cybertron rebirth? What things didn't change but which did besides being less hatred after everything was seemingly over?

Oh boi- another rant. Lemme get my glasses for this one. Oh that's a lot of words- a loooot.

So first of- love the rant. I love rants. It's glorious. You have a lot of feelings :D

Secondly, While I'm not going to make a full on series follow up on A small change a small bot- I am going to write in that au again. But not before I'm done with Second Chance, Second Bee. Because I can't work on two big projects at a time. Anyhow- just saying that cuz I love how much you wonder about the stuff that happens in between and after. Very fun :D

Then, for your actual question, I dunno. I have ideas, of course. But if I didn't write it, it ain't canon. Anything you come up with has just as much validity as what might say.

But I can give u that At the very end. Megs and OP are gone. At least in my brain, Hot rod becomes leader of the autobots and Bee of the decepticons (probably, Idk) :D

I'm not sure if this is satisfying to you. But it's all I got :D HAVE A GOOD DAY!

[baileysturnz]

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍? ❥ఌ

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 1 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 2 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 3 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 4 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 5 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 6 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 7 𑁍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 8 𑁍 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 9

𓂸𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩

𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 3 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.

𑁍𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾), 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺..), english is not my first language, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 ❦

𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚢 @bernardsbendystraws 𝚝𝚢𝚜𝚖!

ఌ❥

Nick can you come here?” I say in Matt’s bathroom while I’m putting on my makeup. “Yeah I’ll be right there”. Nick comes into the bathroom and I ask him. “Do you like this dress?”. “Yes you look super hot”. He assures me.

“And do you and your brothers think alike?”. “Sometimes. Why are you asking me this?”. “Nothing just wanted to know”. I say as I go back to putting my makeup, trying to act casual. “Do you think if I think you look hot, I’m guessing Matt will think you’re hot?”.

“Hopefully”. Shit I really said that out loud. “Oh my god!” Nick says closing Matt’s bathroom door. “You like Matt?” Nick says loudly. “Shut the fuck up!!”. I say covering nicks mouth. “Holy shit, like I knew he liked you but you liked him?”. “Yes okay, but you can’t tell anybody”. “That’s why you slept in his bed?”. “No Nick! He offered me. I was going to sleep in the couch and he wouldn’t let me”. “And today at top golf! When he… oh my god!”. “Nick it’s not that big of a deal!”. “Yes it is! Oh god I have been blind this whole time, you fuckers!”. “You’re really dramatic”. “Yes I am but still!”. “Okay but try to not make a big deal out of this!”. “Please”. I continue. Nick goes out of the bathroom and a keep doing my make up.

“Ally come on!”. Chris says. “You have been in there 1 hour and a half!”. He continues. “Okay, okay I’m ready”. I say stepping out of the bathroom. “You look awesome!”. Chris says. “Thanks! Youuu look great too”. I say.

“Matt!”. Chris yells. “Are you ready we’re all ready”. He continues. “Okay I’m out”. Matt says stepping out of his room, he looks up and sees me, I look at him a really weird feeling comes to my stomach, kind of like butterflies. “Wow you look… really good”. Matt’s says coming closer to me. “You look good too”. I say to him. The fucking tension between us could be cut with a knife! He actually looks 1000 more x hotter than really good.

“Ally come on let’s go”. Nicks says which makes me come back to reality and realize they’re going outside. Matt opens the door for me and Nick. “Thank you”. I say confused. Matt was always a gentleman. At 17 he was the kindest human being and Im glad to see he is still the same. We get into the car and Chris starts playing music. I find myself singing a song.

We arrive at Madi’s and I see her. “Madi!!” I say running to her. “Ally!!” She says hugging me. “It’s been long since e we saw each other”. She says to me. “You look so cute!” I say to her. “Thanks you too, come in!” She says to the four of us. “Drinks are here, bathrooms this way and we have some music if you want to play something”. She says pointing at all the stuff. “Great!” Nick says. “Well I’m going to enjoy this fucking party”. Chris says and Nick goes right after him.

“So”. I say. “So”. He says realizing we are now alone. “Let’s sit here”. He points at a sofa. “Sure I’ll get us some drinks”. I say heading to the kitchen. I take out the root beers out of the fridge. “I’m back”. “How did you know I wanted root beer?”. He asks me. “You always want a root beer”. I say.

“So I already told you what ive done this few years, what about you?”. I ask Matt. “Nothing to out of the ordinary just filming and having fun”. “No but really”. I say to him seeking the truth. He thinks for a moment

“Things were always different the minute I didn’t see you, our parents were really close and we saw each other every day, so I guess it felt weird when we weren’t with you. We’ve been doing this for 3 years now and I guess you have seen us go on tours and stuff. When we were in the let’s trip tour, I was kind of hopping you’d appear or come to one of our shows, but I know you couldn’t. My mental health has been fucking horrible, I’m just not really a talking person, less in videos because I feel I could share so much but I can’t I just don’t want to”.

He says realizing he just told me everything. “Sorry”. He says. “It’s fine”. “Matt, are you okay?. I say. We lean closer to each other but he put his forehead to mine “we cant do this, not here” He says looking at me in the eyes then the lips and back to the eyes.

Holy fuck that was….. something else. That little look brought back the memories of that night we’ve sworn to forgotten. Me and Matt, 17 years old, in my room, his hips between my thighs, and the thrusts only getting faster. The whispers of are you sure, and our moans only getting louder. My first time, with Matt. I knew how he tasted, yet i still wanted more. That was a memory I tried to bury as deep as I could because while I was having sex for the first time with Matt. My dad had been hitting my mother to death.

𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌

𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺❥シ

a/n: Hey YALL i hope you Loves this oneee!! PLS GIVE ME REQUESTS i need ideas 😭 anyways thank you soooo much for reading love yall 😘

[specific-dreamer]

tell me what to do before i lose myself holding on to you

Summary: “Exactly. What was it he told you in the hospital?”

“To stay gold?”

Darry frowns for a second before barreling on — Johnny had always been a cryptic motherfucker, no surprise his dying words were cryptic.

Or, A few days after the trial, Pony realized he lied to himself and that Johnny really isn’t coming back. He has a panic attack, but it’s fine because Darry’s a great big brother.

Note: another bingo prompt fulfilled that wasn’t requested. idk guys that hs prompt is coming but i don’t have any inspiration for it 🤧 anyways here’s 1.9k of darry being a good brother. and as always here’s my favorite excerpt to entice you <333

Note 2 because i keep forgetting: technically a song fic i think. because i used direct quotes from Their Sign (the lightning thief musical). the title is a madds buckley song (obvi ill never not use her) fuyunohanashi

Ponyboy rolls his eyes and crosses his arms — if things weren’t so tense right now Darry would call him out for copying him. “I don’t see the big whoop,” he mumbles. “Y’all do it all the time and it ain’t like I left the glass there, I picked it up.”

…he hears himself right? Darry sucks his teeth and with a roll of his own eyes he says, “Yeah, that’s my point, jackass. That’s our thing; we like fighting, we like threatening the socs back because it’s fun to us. My little brother doesn’t. I don’t know who this bottle waving kid in front of me is. My baby brother would pick up the bottle to protect himself, sure, but he’d never actually use it. I don’t—“

He closes his eyes and takes a deep sigh. Breathe, Darry, calm down. When he opens his eyes, he finds Ponyboy’s eyes wet with tears waiting to fall. That hadn’t been his intention; he didn’t mean to guilt trip the kid. His own vision gets blurry and suddenly it’s a lot easier to put his hands in his lap and look at them instead of Ponyboy. He takes another breath.