#oh and remember: we get a break after this

[caprisunisgud]

Oh boy, this is gonna take a while *big breath™*

Andúril replica I bought at a ren faire

6'2, I think the extra two inches are all I need

Dirty blonde/light brown (maybe?)

Don't think I have any

Yes

No

Good question

Being a massive shut-in with real people

Touches 🥰

Very often

Yes

German

Scotland

I once almost lost my right leg

Two days ago, but I'm gonna shower before bed tonight

A couple months ago, I think?

No

It was this weird one where everything was 2.5D and had og Doom graphics, but all the enemies were zombies and there was this one big, cyborg skull thing that was a boss

Author

Picnic lunch under a shady tree. After lunch, he takes me home and we cuddle under a blanket and do whatever till dinner

Draw, comfort people, find motivation

Scotland

Don't really know what that means

Not really, not something that hasn't happened to everyone

Chrismas, people give me money

Don't remember

I once made a dinosaur out of cardboard boxes

Probably drawing maps, out of everything

Not very well, but yes

Yes, six of them

Do I die honorably

Nipple piercings, they're just, 🤮

It's summer rn, but I really liked my Independent Research teacher. He was an actual, professional medievalist

0

Every other day, any more and it gets super gross and greasy

Fairly often, usually about ocs or fantasies of mine

My room. No windows

My dad, he has a lot less counts of being immature and petty than my mom

Loyalty. I always stay loyal to a fault when I comes to genuine things, but if you break it, I'm not delusional, I won't come back

My oldest brother's, he's very good at explaining things

"The river has fish somewhere"

Cuddle with someone

Ghosted one of the best paras I had back in school for no good reason

Yes

No

Autumn

The twilight before sunrise, even though I'm rarely ever awake at that time

Not really

When confronting someone about their shitty behavior

Don't have any regrets in terms of purchaces

Yes

I dunno, The Hobbit?

This one bitch >:( he groped me in a stairwell in 8th grade, I then kicked him down said stairs and told the SRO to keep him away from me

Sonadow is overrated

Dark Souls remastered, at the moment

This one time I hallucinated the sound of someone walking upstairs when noone was there

No

... no

Very different, and I'm happy about that

Very much so :)

No

Don't have one, tbh

Yes

"Oh, uh, thanks, but why?" Irl, and "I could never contend with you ;)" here on Tumblr

Someone (probably a friend) crying for me. That may sound weird, but like, seeing me in such terrible distress distresses them? It's hard to explain

Yes

Not genuinely, no

I already answered this 🤨

No

Metonic/Sonetal

Can't say, I love a lot of songs

FUCK no

Maybe? Probably when I younger

Sleep? What's that?

No

No 😔

Three, two cats one dog

Hazel

How fucking nasty and hairy I am. I wanna get rid of all this shit but I don't have one of those thingies people use

No

Giant pandas

Flirting irl

No

Spangle's

Yes

11th

No

Literally only Tumblr

I ended last year with a low D in math

About 5:00... pm

Thankfully no

Most of them

This one red and black shirt I have

FUCK YEAH, DINOSAURS

I hate having so much of it, it feels gross as fuck >:( On other people I'm generally neutral, but down under? 🤮

I dunno

Nah

No

When I was younger and my parents forced me (I've never liked it)

Yes, quite

ask game

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

2. how tall do you wish you were?

3. what color is your hair?

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

5. are you single?

6. has your heart ever been broken?

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

8. favorite coping mechanism?

9. whats your favorite love language?

10. how often do you get nervous?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

13. where do you wish to live?

14. what’s something surprising about you?

15. when did you last shower?

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

19. whats your dream job?

20. whats your ideal date?

21. what do you wish you could do better?

22. what country would you live in if you could?

23. whos the best person you know?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

28. what are you best at?

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

30. do you have siblings?

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

33. whats your favorite current class?

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

36. do you daydream? what about?

37. where do you go to be alone?

38. which parent do you like more?

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

43. what do you wish you never did?

44. do you believe in life after death?

45. do you prefer book over movie?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

51. do you have your own room?

52. whats your favorite book?

53. who’s someone you hate?

54. whats your best hottake?

55. whats your favorite game?

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

57. are you a morning person?

58. do you drink enough water?

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

62. whats your least favorite game?

63. were you a markiplier fan?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

66. do you believe in marriage?

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

69. were you a voltron stan?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

72. do you like loud crowds?

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

74. how do you sleep?

75. do you bite your lips?

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

78. what color are your eyes?

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

84. do you enjoy fast food?

85. do you like soda?

86. what grade are you in?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

88. what socials do you use?

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

91. did you ever have bangs?

92. what trends did you hate?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

94. do you like dinosaurs?

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

96. whats your least favorite time?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

99. have you ever been to church?

100. are you lgbtq?

[stoop-fairy]

“just friends (allegedly)” — aa23

summary — its weird how one picture can change everything, isn’t it?

fc & cw — madelyn cline. implied ex tension. mild swearing (?) social media discourse. implied miscommunication and jealousy but it’s meh. weird timelines but we do not care!!!!! best friends to lovers uh-huh. quality is so bad oh my fucking god. making these takes me hours but oh how i love making them.

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yourinsta today, my friends and i were followed by a very odd individual! (and we did not like it)

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alex_albon weird 🤷‍♂️ that odd individual looks cool

fionapalomo currently buying pepper spray! stay safe out there ladies

alex_albon this feels very personal

fionapalomo he’s stalking us now..

user16 alex is fighting for his life rn

drewstarkey contacting the police asap

alex_albon is it bully alex day today???

yourinsta should be 🤷‍♀️

user83 what’s it like being the main character in everyone’s pinterest board rn?

user74 when is the odd individual posting his own dump? we need it now

user28 that last pic tho 🫦

user73 i need #THAT

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alex_albon surveillance footage from the day i got bullied

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yourinsta i look good i look good i look delicious

alex_albon you look like a fucking busted up radiator

user72 these 3 are everywhere but the obx set smh

user2 this whole group is too photogenic it’s borderline offensive

drewstarkey oh hey stalker

alex_albon hey cutie

user80 drew and fiona 🥹🫶

fionapalomo you should be a background character in obx!

alex_albon are you guys gonna bully me the whole time?

fionapalomo probably. yes.

user15 alex “bullied” albon

user66 this is very couples vacation..

user55 girl don’t even start.. alex fiona and drew are yn’s best friends, they’re probably just enjoying the summer break because they’re literally booked and busy all year long

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yourinsta 2 weeks of summer vacay and now we’re back to being teenagers :/ oh shucks

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user67 i know yn and chase are exes but the way she looks at him 😭 miss girl remembers

carlaciagrant we’re back agaaaain

outerbanksnetflix pogues never rest 🏴‍☠️💥

user40 MOMMY’S HOOOMEEE

user62 i know these are actors but this still feels like a real friend group

user33 i mean.. they are a real friend group

jonathandavissofficial i need someone to remind me how to act 17 again pls

alex_albon the grind never stops 💪

yourinsta sir please get out of my comment section.

user92 oh how i missed my family

user100 uuuh 2nd slide 👀 someone check on alex pls

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alex_albon no comment. 👍

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landonorris alright moody mcmoodyson

user77 no yn like.. no yn comment.. oh my god.

user28 what happened sir..?

user101 is this about that one pic of yn and chase?? be so serious

user81 yn not liking alex’s post after always being the first to comment?? yeah something’s up

williamsracing that car shot goes crazy 👏 see you next weekend!

francolapinto exact face you made when you saw that photo

user43 thank god he has no media training at all 🙏

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yourinsta minding my business (professionally)

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fionapalomo professionally unserious

yourinsta that’s my vibe 🧚‍♀️

user11 caption will be my new mantra uh-huh

user44 laci looks stunning!!!!

user22 she’s thinking some thoughts

carlaciagrant i need that pic for my feed thank you very much

user12 like but no comment.. huh

drewstarkey photographer 24/7

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alex_albon me, my snacks and my very questionable choices against the world

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francolapinto i’m gonna sue you if you don’t delete this.

user2 ew.. cheetos

georgerussell63 i’m assuming the questionable life choices are the hat right?

alex_albon you’re assuming wrong

lewishamilton roscoe approves this post, only his slide tho

drewstarkey bold of you to post my amazing shoes but not my even better face

user23 yn liked and that’s enough for me to say that my parents are back

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yourinsta i know everything they don’t

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outerbanksnetflix can’t wait to see what the pogues are up to this season 👀

user1 loving this energy

user99 seeing them together again gives me life

madisonbaileybabe middle fingers up is not very lady like

user47 still no comments..

user3 oh she misses him..

carlaciagrant can’t believe we’re wrapping up soon 😭

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outerbanksnetflix what were the kooks and pogues up to today? 👀☀️

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user15 IS THAT ALEX I SEE????

carlaciagrant kooks being insane, pogues thriving

user81 last slide is now framed yes

user4 ALEXYN NATION WE RISE!!!!

user12 and just like that.. we’re back

drewstarkey up to something called “media obligations” thank you for asking!

yourinsta wild that this is how i found out we were public

user7 OH WE’RE SO BACK

user23 i can finally see the light of day again.. 🙏

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alex_albon now i get kisses as payment for the great pics i take of her

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user82 my parents made up 😭💔

francolapinto no sabés cuánto me costó mantener esto un secreto, de nada bro — you don’t know how hard it was for me to keep this a secret, you’re welcome bro

carlaciagrant finally, i was this 🤏 close to leaking them myself

user99 POR FINNNN — finally

user58 blink twice if you wanna adopt 100 cats next

yourinsta he only gets kisses when the picture is actually good

williamsracing we support all podium-worthy decisions 💙😉

user100 THE HAND ON THIGH UGHHHH

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yourinsta we made up (and out, apparently)

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user91 matching scuba pics 🤿

alex_albon yeah we definitely made out, in fact im gonna go upstairs and we’re gonna make out again!

yourinsta ??? are you unwell?

user68 fuck yeah

user77 i just know they argue over the most stupid shit ever

user19 isn’t that the odd individual? he’s so weird

fionapalomo its great to hear you giggle over facetime again

carlaciagrant but not great when he comes over and takes all the space in the couch..

user78 i forget they’re roommates

alex_albon carlaciagrant just say you hate me

hichasestokes who else cheered

user77 i love me a good best friends to lovers trope

[evil-yuri-lacquer-triangle]

spamton tries to make up with tenna (after tenna stops squealing in disgust enough to actually recognize him lmao) but tenna flat-out refuses to listen to him, just turning his head whenever spamton tries to talk to him. he pleads and pleads--"C'MON [[Shining Star]] REMEMBER THE [Great Deals] TIMES? WE USED TO BE SO [Shiny Happy People]!". tenna stops at that, his whole body freezing. when he turns towards spamton, he is (literally) steaming with rage as his face (literally) flashes red. "Oh, the good times? You want to remember the Good Times?". he moves closer to spamton with something like menace, his screen going back and forth between that angry red and blank static with each step. then he stops right in front of him and, instead of static, flashes an image of a collaboration between two stars, their smiles shining bright. then another red screen. then an image of two friends taking a ride around town. another red screen. an image of two sloppy drunks singing a half-remembered juice jingle. red. two friends celebrating their first big break. red. spamton and tenna, together.

with each flash tenna steps even closer. spamton steps back, gaze darting from tenna to the door and back. "H-HEY [Cathode], LETS NOT GET SO [pleaseletmegoi'lldoanythingplease] ALRIGHT?? I'LL GET OUT OF YOUR [Silky smooth locks!], I'LL [[NEVER]] BOTHER YOU AGAIN, OKAY??"

as spamton backs into the wall, tenna flashes between more and more pictures of them, a fanged grin appearing on the bottom of his screen. "Leaving already? Oh well. Old habits die hard, I suppose. Here, why don't I really set the scene for you..."

spamton jolts slightly at the bright colorbars that cover tenna, a harsh mechanical screech erupting from his speakers. but just as spamton's confusion turns to real fear, he blinks in surprise when he hears voices through the noise. his eyes widen again when he realizes who's voices they are, and his heart (shaped object) stops when he realizes what they're saying.

a video fades in. its grainy and poorly lit, the camera placed awkwardly on a side table. the time stamp at the top reveals its already a few minutes in (but spamton already knew that. he knew exactly how long it was. he's the one who filmed it, after all). its a shared dressing room, random objects strewn around the room: a small gold statue on a dresser table, a promotional hanging air freshener for a popular auto shop on a couch arm, an unhooked phone on the floor. video spamton, dressed in a finely tailored red suit, is turned away from the camera and towards a sputtering tenna.

"I-I just thought it was kinda funny how it looks like mine, ha! Uh, but if you don't want it, I'll just keep it here, haha.."

video tenna shrinks in on himself a little, his shoulders drooping in embarrassment. video spamton takes something from tenna's hand quickly.

"Woah woah woah, big guy!" spamton says (the not-so-finely dressed spamton watching him swallows harshly at the foreign sound of his own voice), "You guess your contestants quiz answers for them? Let me finish!!"

video spamton turns away from tenna, revealing the object in his hand is a red flower with a bright yellow center. the mailman looks down at it with a fondness that makes the screen flicker in a way that real spamton doesnt think was a part of the original video. real tenna's hand twitches, but the tape plays on.

video spamton pins the flower to his suit, and turns with a grin to video tenna, "Look! Now I'll have a memento whenever I'm away on one of my--" his voice falters for a moment, "--business trips! A lil' something to remember the star behind it all, yeah?"

video tenna's tentative grins, "Wowza! I'm glad you like it!! Oh, but, you were gonna say something?"

spamton laughs, and gestures towards the camera, "Yes, the reason for my grand production, I actually have a lil something to show you myself..."

video spamton reaches into a bag behind him and pulls out a long, flat box. he presents it to tenna in excitement, and the tv takes it gently, a look of surprised confusion on his face.

"You didn't have to--oh!" he says as he opens the box, pausing before the smile returned to his face, smaller in size but somehow feeling bigger than before, "it's a tie."

video spamton gestured down, and video tenna leaned toward him as if on instinct. the shorter man took tenna's existing tie (plain black, mostly an afterthought) in hand, gently loosening it until he could slip it off tenna's neck entirely. he replaced it with the new one, (a bright and shiny gold color, matching tenna's TV pin) tying it with practiced ease, and tucking it into tenna's red suit jacket.

video spamton put a hand on the side of tenna's face, "There! Two mementos! Now we're even." he said with a wink.

tenna smiled, a few pleased curls of steam puffing out from his fans. his lips curled up slightly, uncharacteristically wry. "Such showmanship. Really, you shouldn't bother--"

"--You're pretty hard to forget after all!"

the screen goes dark. spamton, the... the "real" one, remembers vividly that moment. the warmth radiating from tenna's face, flowing down from spamton's hand to fill his whole body. he remembers looking up to see a grin so goofily genuine that, back then, he couldn't stop himself from returning it. now, as tenna looms over him, all he can see when he looks up is a blank screen, reflecting an image of the man who ripped all of that away.

"Well." real tenna says, straightening up, hands behind his back. He turned towards the door, "I hope you had a nice trip down memory lane. Now, please actually fulfill a promise for once and don't bother me agai--"

before tenna can step any closer to the exit, spamton grabs one of his sleeves, head hanging limply.

"...can you play another?"

tenna turns in alarm, completely shocked, "What?"

"just one more..." spamton says, unable to look up for reasons that had little to do with how much control he may or may not have over his body, "please?"

tenna pauses, looking down on spamton. he turns completely, arms hanging limp at his side.

"...Okay."

three hours later, spamton is sprawled across tenna's lap, kicking his feet and cackling. for his part, tenna's shoulders are also shaking with laughter, giggles breaking up the audio of the tape currently playing. two wrinkled suit jackets are discarded on the floor, and a pair of multi-colored glasses lay upside-down next to them.

"You were so, so, so bad!" tenna spoke over the video, though his screen still displayed images of spamton failing miserably at tenna's newly introduced music segment, "But you insisted on doing it every time. Why??"

"I wanted to impress you!! Is that such a [Most Wanted Criminals]? So I'm not good at playing along with glam rock, [Sue Me!]!"

video spamton prat falls right into a drum set and tenna just can't contain himself. he breaks into peals of laughter, curling forward and resting his head on spamton's hair, feeling the vibration of the shorter man laughing against him as well.

the whole night passes this way. and when they laugh so hard that their throats get sore, that antennas droop, or that uncovered eyes prickle with tears, neither of them think to question it. its the realest they've felt in years.

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

Can you do Headcanons of Post Realization Telly and Eddie & Volt waiting for Reader/Homeowner for a date when they saw Keith again*who somehow survive* remembering his betrayal to Homeowner breaking there heart and stealing there money they decide to have a "polite" conversation with Keith before Homeowner arrives for there date

breaking news: evil manipulator found alive and semi-well, but not for long!

Telly goes by They/He pronouns, sorry for any confusion

cw: drug use mention

Post Realization Eddie & Volt/Reader: Finding Keith alive

= Volt is the first to notice Keith while talking with Eddie about upcoming date ideas with you. He perks up, pausing mid-conversation as he stares and realizing who it is. He glares, feeling red, hot anger running through his veins. Eddie, confused on why Volt is suddenly pissed off, looks over and instantly becomes pissed off as well.

= They remembered how sad you looked, close to tears as you explained with both anger and sorrow how Keith had lied to you, manipulated your feelings, robbed you, and then flew off somewhere to go get high and waste your hard-earned money. Eddie had to calm Volt down from blowing a fuse and charging after the key himself to strangle him. Eddie also wanted to find and get back at Keith, but you needed them first. You got a lot of free comfort drinks and snacks.

= Volt rises from his chair, his eyes never leaving the retreating Keith. He suggests having a "nice" chat with the key. Eddie gets a bad feeling, wanting to interject to have a nice night with you without any distractions or bad past memories. But then he remembers the sadness in your eyes, how you stared up at the two of them with vulnerable tears in your eyes, seeking their comfort. He finds the right motivation to punch an old man in the face suddenly.

= The two walk up to Keith, Eddie behind, as Volt wraps an arm around Keith and pulls him away from the crowd forcefully. Keith struggles and opens his mouth to speak, only to see Volt barely holding back from beating Keith. Eddie could tell that Keith was not sober.

= "Ah, how *lovely* to see you again, Keith! Now, a certain live wire told me that you haven't been the nicest person when you were Realized... really made our beloved human cry." Volt's voice was strained and forced, laced with fake happiness.

= Eddie and Volt only get more pissed off as Keith tells Volt that he could care less about what happened to you after he left, he could never love someone like you.

= Eddie was right behind Keith to get back what the key owed until Volt punched Keith square in the nose, knocking him out cold. Eddie quickly looked around before looking back at Volt, asking him what the hell he was doing. Volt gives Eddie a satisfied smile and says that Keith was lucky that he wasn't made of electricity, still, or it would have been much worse.

= The two were able to conduct their own personal revenge for you and even get back most of the cash that was stolen. They place Keith at an empty table in the back unceremoniously and go back to the table you three were supposed to meet up at.

= You were pleasantly surprised to receive an "early/late birthday gift" of a couple of hundred bills. They two said that you deserved it after everything that a certain key had done to you, and thankfully, you still thought Keith to be dead. Eddie and Volt planned to keep it that way to keep that lovely smile on your face.

= "Wait, what's all this white stuff on it?" "Oh, shit."

= Alt Ending: Volt strangles Keith while Eddie comes up behind him with a baseball bat. Don't ask about the strange mound of dirt in the back.

Post Realization Telly/Reader: Finding Keith alive

= Telly invited you to a new, limited-time restaurant based on a TV show you both enjoyed. They arrived first, making sure everything was set up nicely just for you, when he spotted Keith.

= "Houston, we got a problem."

= Why was someone like Keith doing at a place like this? Telly wondered, looking around the place, before spotting a very important producer sitting with a few clients. The owner of the show itself. Telly was both excited and... slightly nervous? If Keith was able to lie and manipulate his way into the rich producers' friend group, or worse, the show itself, who knows what the lying key would do?

= Telly remembered how sad you looked when you explained to them how Keith had lied and used you, stealing your money, and making fun of you for being stupid enough to be so trusting. Telly comforted you with lots of hugs, kisses, favorite snacks, and comfort shows to try and cheer you up.

= They stand and make their way over to Keith, loudly greeting him with a forced smile.

= "Hey, Keith! My man with the diabolical plan? Still robbing people for no reason other than to be cruel? 'Cause that makes you just a fool!" (rhyming is hard sorry.)

= Keith pauses, clearly surprised to see Telly and hesitates. Telly's plan worked, thankfully, the producer glaring at the two of them and moving away with a suspicious eye. Telly smirks and walks up close, his cheerful expression dropping to a hard glare.

= "I'm bein' for real, don't come back now, ya hear? 'Cause if you do, you'll scream with fear." It was very rare that the cheerful ex-televison made threats, making the line even scarier. Telly has seen a lot of TV, meaning a lot of violence and other unmentionables. Bones has nothing on him if he were to... Keith was gone without a word, thankfully, otherwise Telly probably would have punched him in the face.

= Telly's mood shifts instantly when you show up, waving you over. They hesitat to tell you about their encounter with Keith, wondering if you would rather be better off knowing that the scumbag was dead. But it would be best to warn you if the key did come back.

= Telly bravely tells you about how Keith came in and how they bravely defended this amazing new restaurant, kicking the key to the curb and telling him to not come back before slamming the door. They tell you that the restaurant applauded for saving the day, heavily overexaggerating the story to make you laugh and smile.

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i dont write or want to write for Keith so sorry for just throwing him in and then just pulling him out,,,

also i just pictured telly swinging the shusher from home at Keith and eddie jumping him like that markiplier gif lmao

thank you for reading mwah

[nexamoon]

who knew wood chopping could be such a sight?

pairing : arthur morgan x fem!reader ᯓ✦

summary : reader is shamelessly gawking at arthur when he starts chopping some wood at camp ‧₊˚✩彡

wc : 1.7k words

cw : fluff, gets sliiiiiightly suggestive but it's all in reader's head

a/n : first ever post here, starting with something simple and short... i'm scared and excited at the same time !!! i'll, of course, be starting with arthur my beloved (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

If only you had done all your laundry yesterday. Then maybe you would've had all the time in the world to watch this scene unfold from start to finish.

You were sat by the campfire, a glass of water in hand. The weather had been scorching these days, and the slightest movement caused a sheen layer of sweat to appear on the skin. Because of that, the camp's activity had slowed considerably, hitting an all time low, as it usually happened during the hotter summer days.

Most were hiding under the shadows of trees round camp, or in their tents, save for a few brave souls who took it upon themselves to keep the camp running.

Well, you wouldn't exactly call yourself brave; it just so happened you were Mrs Grimshaw's favorite this week. And that meant all the laundry was assigned to you. Great.

You had just finished rinsing a batch of clothes by the lake, which, mind you–"you were supposed to be done with yesterday", apparently– and came back to camp to take a break and get the other. Problem is… You hadn't expected to see Arthur back in camp. And even less while he was getting ready to chop some wood.

So here you were, disheveled from laundering all day, holding a glass of water mid-air, as you watched the scene. His sleeves were rolled up, his blue shirt clinging to his body as he lifted the axe and cut the first woodpiece with a slight grunt. He made it seem so effortless, even in this heat.

You had tried once, to chop the wood on your own, to avoid bothering any of the men after their return from a stressful robbery.

The huge axe's weight already caused you trouble enough, but when you finally managed to lift it and attemped to chop the wood with all the strength you had in you; you had barely managed to make an indent on the piece of wood, and you were already panting.

An embarassing moment you would later think about when you least needed to, that is, if nobody else had seen you.

But, to your dismay, someone had been watching you, which you deduce from the faint chuckle and the soft crunching of leaves coming from behind you.

You feel big hands settle gently on your arms and pull you to the side.

"Whatever you're trying to do, miss?"

You half turn to Arthur, an amused grin on his face.

Oh. It's only now that the embarassment really hit you. You feel your cheeks burn as you mumble an answer.

"Cutting wood, obviously."

"Cutting wood?" he muses, with a raised eyebrow.

He dislodges the axe from the piece of wood you were attempting to cut and contemplates the small indent you had managed to make. He holds back a laugh.

"That wood seems pretty cut alright."

His sarcastic answer makes you groan and you tell him to shut up. But he only found your display of faux anger even more endearing than your initial discomfort.

"Ya should've had one of the men do this for you. No need to ruin yer pretty hands."

"I didn't want to bother." you explain with a sigh.

He turned to look at you, his expression softening.

"Nah, ya ain't ever a bother. Not to me darlin'."

The embarassment that was burning through you was pushed to the back of your mind when those words of his had caused your heart to flutter.

Your mind often drifted back to that moment. He had ended up splitting some wood for you, even offered you some advice on how to do it on your own in case you needed to.

You remember the feeling of his hands envelopping yours as they held the axe, showing you the right angle to hit the wood with, the right amount of strength, the right posture.

Quite frankly, your mind was focused on where his hands were placed more than anything. Because when he had let go of you and had asked you to try it on your own, you were left staring blankly at the axe in your hands, forcing your brain to look for something it might have remembered from Arthur's indications.

Ah, and here you were reminiscing about it again for the nth time. This was getting out of hand.

You refocus on the sight in front of you, and notice Arthur had split quite a few wood pieces already. He wiped the sweat off his brow each time, before his hands firmly gripped the axe again, getting in position.

Those warm and big hands that had gently guided you while he taught you… Those warm and big hands that could guide you while doing something else completely.

How would they feel on your body, you wonder. How would they feel settled securely on the curve of your waist, as he guided you to dance on one of Javier's campfire songs? How would they feel, on your cheeks, cupping your face, to keep your pretty eyes from drifting away from his? How would they feel if they were exploring every inch of your body?

And speaking of bodies, his certainly made you feel smaller than you usually do. His broad shoulders and tall frame often scared people off, you had come to notice. But you only felt excitement— dare you say, arousal, when he was getting a bit too close to you.

How you wished you could simply feel those shoulders of his, see those arms free from the constraints of his shirt. Why not feel them around you too even… Why not feel them wrap around your body steadily, as you grip his shoulders tight while you-

The sound of a wooden basket being dropped near your feet snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Slacking off i see, miss?"

You look up to see Mrs Grimshaw staring you down, hands on her hips with a disapproving look.

Your eyes widen and you attempt to name this awkward situation you found yourself in. She had just caught you shamelessly gawking at Arthur, and you could hear faint snickers from some hidden spectators.

Wow, you surely got into embarassing situations a lot.

"Oh, Mrs Grimshaw! I was just… taking a break…"

She looks at Arthur from afar who had stopped to watch the scene by the campfire unfold, much to his amusement.

She turns back to you, and speaks before walking off.

"Well this laundry ain't gonna wash itself."

You sigh and drink your water, only to spit some out once you realize Arthur was looking at you with a mischevious grin.

Did he… notice your staring?

…

Suddenly, you really wanna go do the laundry.

You quickly stand on your feet, and grab the laundry basket to run off to the lake, praying internally that Arthur won't tease you about it later during dinner.

He watches you scramble to leave fast, a soft chuckle escaping him as he brandishes the axe again, mumbling to himself.

"Can't wait for dinner."

thank you for reading and until next time!!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[fandomlit]

too good at hiding (spencer agnew x reader)

requested by anon "can i please get a smosh / spencer agnew x reader where they both work at smosh and no one (except like,, higher ups maybe) really knows they're dating-- and y/n gets a bit insecure, especially since spencer is getting playfully flirted with / called a best duo with other smosh ppl, but doesnt say anything until spencer picks up on y/n's discomfort and starts purposefully slipping up when talking about y/n / playfully flirting with y/n and stuff like that. if not that's okay :3 ty!"

a/n hey loves.. just a reminder than i LOVE requests :)

gif cred belongs to @smoshmonker

spencer wasn't sure what had been bugging you. sure, the work days had been longer recently and you two hadn't had a lot of time to yourselves or each other lately, but he had seen that version of you before and worked through it. this was different—you were emotionally distant in a way spencer hadn't seen. he was getting worried he was doing something to push you away, that after two years of dating he had finally revealed some part of him that rubbed you the wrong way.

but his worries were answered during one shoot day where he was playing board af on a team with courtney against arasha and amanda. you were sitting not too far away off-stage, watching the shoot during a gap in your day with angela at your side.

him and courtney were playing up their teamwork as they usually did, whispering and scheming together, shoulders pressed to each other for a majority of the game. spencer kept stealing glances at you when he could (though he knew it would piss off the editors later), still thinking of your interaction this morning and how you had rushed away at the first chance.

his team successfully gained a bunch of points after a successful round, to which he and courtney dramatically celebrated and high fived, clasping onto each other's hands as amanda and arasha groaned.

"this is why!" courtney said proudly. "this is why tiktok's been calling us the best smosh duo! our teamwork is unmatched!" spencer laughed as amanda started talking about how she had also seen that trending on the smosh side of tiktok lately, but zoned out of that part of the conversation when he noticed you get up and leave the backstage. he knew you didn't have anything for another hour. and the way you were walking was similar to how you had rushed away from him that morning.

remembering what amanda was saying, his mind started playing back an interaction from a few days ago that now made complete sense to him.

"i've been thinking," you spoke, breaking the comfortable silence you and spencer had fell into as you laid in his bed that night, your head on his chest as he traced circles onto your back.

"oh, i bet that hurt," spencer hummed back, eyes still shut. you whacked his chest lightly and he laughed, peeking down at your adorable attempt to suppress your grin. "i'm sorry! sorry, go ahead."

you shook your head before resting it on his chest again. "do you think it's time we started to tell people about us?" he was quiet as he let the surprise of the question sink in, beginning to consider. you spoke in the silence, "i just.. i don't know, maybe we're too good at hiding it, but i like the idea of people knowing we're together, you know? or at least speculating? i don't know if that makes sense."

"no, it does," he assured with a nod, staring up at the ceiling. "i don't know, i haven't really thought a lot about it." because while, yes, it would be great for all the shipping of you and other cast members to end, he was a little scared to bare that part of his personal life to the internet. what if they all just said you could do better? or that he didn't deserve you? he didn't know if he could handle the drama, and he was more scared that it would tear you apart after two years of bliss. "i'm not really in a rush."

you nodded, brushing your head against his chest as you thought. then, you flipped in his arms so your back was to his side. he moved so he could spoon you, wrapping an arm around your stomach as you both fell asleep without further discussion.

spencer had been so tired and lost in his work mindset that he had completely abandoned the thought of that conversation until now. he definitely could've done some more to make sure you were on the same page as him—why would you be asking him if you hadn't been wanting to? he suddenly felt like an idiot.

it must've been sparked by whatever this rise in him and courtney clips was doing on the internet. you wanted to be seen like that, wanted to have some cute content of the two of you milling around, even if it didn't actually mean anything.

spencer wasn't exactly ready to come out with your relationship yet, but he could do something..

...

it was later that same day when you had a shoot together: a round of board af with shayne and angela. you smiled at your boyfriend as you all were about to start rolling and he just offered you a wink in response. you furrowed your brow at him just before shayne started the intro.

"alright, i think.. spencer starts," shayne nodded. spencer took a dramatically tense breath as he grabbed the dice, shaking them in his hands before reaching across shayne to hold that hand out to you. you all looked at him in confusion, and your gaze flicked between his and his hand with an arched brow. "oh, i forgot this wasn't an actual casino." your jaw dropped.

you all laughed out in shock, as spencer drew back his hand, shaking the dice again as if he hadn't done anything at all. shayne loudly exclaimed, "were you trying to get her to blow on your dice?!"

unable to suppress his smile, spencer affirmed, "yeah! but i forgot this is smosh and not the ritz."

angela just waved her hand as she stared into the camera, "yeah, totally normal mistake. completely understandable switch up." you all continued to laugh.

when it got to your turn you took a dramatical deep breath, rolling your shoulders and twisting your neck like you were warming up. "okay. no interruptions, please." of course, that just invited the interruption as you began shaking your dice.

"hey, y/n?" you ignored spencer as you continued to shake with your determined expression. shayne was doing his best to hold his laugh in as angela stared at spencer with an open mouth. "y/n? this is really important." his stare was so innocent and unbothered, his doe eyes looking at you almost pleadingly; it was a wonder you didn't break your composure on the spot.

you sighed, lowering your hands to look at spencer. but you couldn't hide your amusement as you pressed with a giggle, "what?!"

"don't mess up," he spoke with an unchanging expression. you just dropped your die while continuing your intense eye contact with him.

"holy-! what!" you looked down at shayne's yell just to see you had made the perfect roll. keeping your composure despite your excitement, you just smiled at the camera.

"i never mess up." you looked pointedly over at spencer and he just smiled innocently at you. your heart would've burst if you weren't so confused by him.

when his turn came around again, spencer took a deep breath and shook his dice. "don't hold them out to y/n again, creep," angela spoke and the crew laughed. spencer paused his rolling to offer you a wink before continuing, causing more laughter to erupt.

you shook your head incredulously at the camera. you hated how hot your face and chest felt as you boyfriend flirted with you on camera, like you weren't already completely in love with him. "i think the kickstarts are getting to him, i don't know what's happening."

"they're seeping into his brain," shayne supported, chuckling.

"yeah, i actually poured one into my ear this morning instead of drinking it," spencer spoke casually and you all fell into hysterics again as he finally rolled the dice. you found yourself looking at spencer rather than the game when you had recovered, staring at your boyfriend with a stupid grin. you quickly snapped out of it, hoping that moment may be spared from getting clipped. but knowing how this video was going, there were likely to be multiple clips swirling around of you and spencer.

in fact, the more you considered it, it was like spencer was pulling out all of the moves that he knew would be clipped later. and that's when you knew--that was exactly what he was doing. a warm feeling filled your chest, a mix of excitement and slight embarrassment. spencer wanted these ship clips. he was clearly seeking them. but why?

you didn't realize your brow was furrowed until shayne nudged your arm. "you look like you're constipated." the look you gave him made him laugh before asking, "what's going on over there?"

you shook your head. "i'm just thinking about the logistics of mountain dew in the ear canal. can't be good." shayne laughed again, angela chuckling as spencer offered you a sly smile. "what?" you chuckled at him.

"nothing," he shrugged. "just keep thinking about me over there. zone back out, whatever." you shook your head, throwing your hands up as you looked to a laughing alex behind the camera.

...

"what was that?" you asked your boyfriend after the shoot, amused as you shook your head at him.

"i realized i was an idiot." you furrowed your brow as spencer took a breath, eyeing you seriously as he tucked his hands into his pockets. "i was being a total guy the other night. you asked me if i ever wanted to come out about us and i answered it without thinking that you probably asked it because you wanted to come out." you pursed your lips. "am i right?"

you nodded, folding your arms in front of your chest. "yeah.. i've been thinking about it a lot lately. how it would be nice to be able to tell our friends.. and i like the idea of the fans liking us. not just you and me, but us together." you shoot your head, your cheeks heating before you admitted, "i think i was just getting a little jealous of the shipping comments and the 'best duo' stuff going around." spencer slowly took your hands, forcing you to uncross your arms as you continued, embarrassed and heart hammering, "it's stupid and ridiculous because i shouldn't let our relationship—that the fans don't even know about!—be affected by internet clips of you and our friends."

spencer nodded, squeezing your hands. "i get it. you think i don't hate the shipping edits of you and damien? or you and shayne, before him and courtney told the world?" you offered him a half-smile. he tugged you closer to him. "i don't think i'm ready to be public yet. i want our special little world to be preserved for a little longer, and.. i'm a little scared that fans will tell me you're way out of my league, which i know, but will still probably make me cry." you let out an amused laugh, but shook your head at spencer.

"you shouldn't be worried about that," you hummed quietly. "i think i'm the one in danger of hate, if anything. have you seen those tumblr girls? they're obsessed with you!" he just rolled his eyes. "we can wait as long as you need. i'm sorry i was upset and avoidant."

"i forgive you," he nodded with a smile. "i'm sorry i didn't realize until now what you had really meant. but i'm glad we could have a real conversation about it." you nodded in agreement. "it'll stay our secret for now, but i really don't mind if a few clips circulate shipping us in the meantime.." you giggled.

"you should definitely expect some to start after today," you mused. "you were on fire."

"it was kinda freeing, being able to flirt with you on camera," he sighed. you just shook your head wordlessly, purely amused, before leaning forward to press a long, sweet kiss to your boyfriend's lips. "i love you."

"i love you, too," you smiled. you were about to lean forward for another kiss when you both froze at a sudden sound disrupting your peace.

plastic hitting the ground. tucked in your corner in the back hallways of the smoffice, you thought your conversation had been safe from any ears.

you were wrong.

both of your heads snapped at once to the noise. shayne stood there, hand still raised in the shape of the cup he had been holding, stance frozen mid-stride, dropped jaw, staring at the two of you.

"i-i'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "i just wanted to take a walk with my drink, i didn't know i would come across y- this!" he quickly leaned down and scooped his cup up, spewing out more apologies before practically running away.

you and spencer stood in stunned silence for a moment. "well..," he began. "i guess we can count that as one person down?"

after another silent moment, you started, "should we..?"

"chase after him?" spencer finished, still staring after where shayne had just disappeared. "probably. but since he heard me, he's going to purposefully tell me that you're out of my league and i'm going to dropkick him." you laughed and spencer turned his head to grin down at you. he stole your lips in a kiss again before pulling away. "i'll get shayne."

"okay," you nodded, still smiling at him. "i love you."

and your sweet, ridiculous boyfriend gave you the most heart-eyed look you had ever seen as he backed away from you. "i love you, too."

[biancasaidstfu]

In thinking about “Who is this for?”, the more I think about all of this, the more I just think this “relationship” or whatever it is is a projection of some public image Luke has chosen or wants. He spent so much time after S3 premiered trying to project this bad boy image (which gave fans such whiplash because it was so different than how everyone in the Bridgerton world describes him) and trying to get fashion brand deals - as evidenced by him following and unfollowing a bunch of brands, traveling to LA multiple times, etc. It seems that the only brand to bite in the past year has been Boss. And now he is breaking into the F1 world with this Boss collab. If you look at the F1 world and Boss’s IG, the style and image is pretty clear. Antonia fits that public image. She just does. It may be just his public projection, and I tend to think it is because let’s face it, Luke doesn’t look that smooth when he doesn’t know cameras are on him (hello, nose picking).

Maybe it seems fake to us because it just really is and we, the people who love him for who we think he is from Bridgerton, aren’t the target audience for the public image he’s trying to project now.

The bros who are into F1 and the brands who cater to those bros will go on Luke’s IG, see a guy whose recent posts are all slicked back hair, suits, a skinny Dua Lipa duplicate on his arm, and maybe think oh ok I like this guy (as vapid as it may be to other people).

I think the thing to remember is that we are only seeing on SM what he and people in his world choose for us to see (just like we all do in curating our SM).

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[zvahlne]

Lack of communication final boss; Garroth Ro'meave

I swear to Irene that guy needs to talk about this stufffff. Like yeahhhh obv in the finale he wasn't immediately angry and agressive after seeing aph and Laurance kiss, he was sad and heartbroken with no hurtful thoughts at all. But his refusal to communicate with those two aswell as him immediately trusting Lillian is what let us into a mess that could've been avoided had he talked to Laurance and Aphmau about ut rather then a strangerrr. And just getting talked into all this. Mcd Garroth is so smart yet so stupid sometimes

it's true, he's uniquely terrible at communication. but! as much fun as it is to simplify and poke fun at him (and yell at him GRR go talk to your friends stupid!!), it was actually a complicated situation. does that mean he was RIGHT? no definitely not. but i DO understand.

...understand for SEVERAL paragraphs!!! read more time

garroth has spent pretty much his whole life taught that he had to repress all his shit. that his feelings don't matter, at best, and are a hindrance and personal failing at worst. guards! bring out the meme!

haha yeah.

so he has spent YEARS, the MAJORITY of his life, repressing everything he's ever wanted. he's not allowed to want things. that's not what he's for. but... then there's aphmau. and she's bright and warm and cares about how he feels, what he thinks. she cares about him beyond his responsibilities and what he can provide - she cares about what he wants.

and then there's laurance, who's irritating but also bright and friendly and also cares about how garroth feels and what he wants. this is important: laurance knows garroth's feelings for aphmau, and has, in the past, backed off on (implied) request!

so maybe - just maybe - he's allowed to want something? would that be okay?

but then aphmau says, in no uncertain terms, not to him but right in front of him, that she's not looking for a romantic relationship right now... which... aw man... bummer... but maybe la--

oh... that's his best friend kissing his crush...... the same day..............

so that's. devastating. it's not just about "ah! someone kissed my crush before me!", it's "someone i trusted specifically not to do that behind my back has gone behind my back and done something he knows would devastate me."

it's also total whiplash from what aphmau just said earlier, and things switching up on you like that feels awful. aphmau was lying too...?

we all talk about garroth's betrayal but it is important to remember that he felt betrayed first! and in a very personal, heart-wrenching way! a way that cuts directly to the heart of all the healing and progress he's made. i mean look at him in this screenshot!! he doesn't even have his helmet on!!! it's scary but he's trying so hard to be more open with people because maybe, just maybe, it'll be okay. maybe he is allowed to have this... and then all his worst fears are confirmed! he put himself out there and it HURT!!! relapse, go!!!

of course he doesn't talk to laurance and aphmau about how he's feeling. to laurance, what would be the point? laurance has shown he doesn't care as much for garroth's feelings as he let on, because why else would he have done this? to aphmau, he can't, of course he can't. how shameful of him to think he could have her, to even want her. she deserves anyone other than Garroth Ro'Meave, and she's found him. it breaks his heart, but he can't fault her for that. laurance has always made her smile in ways he couldn't, because he was too scared, and too slow. laurance had said he wouldn't wait forever, but garroth didn't realize how much of a threat that really was...

i think he ends up turning to lillian because he can't turn to laurance or aphmau, but he's grown more used to talking about his feelings now. he needs an outlet, but no one in phoenix drop can be an option. he's either not close enough with them, or can't be seen in such a state in front of them, or they'll tell aphmau/laurance, or all of the above.

but lillian... he holds no responsibility to lillian; he's not her guard. she's not expecting that from him. lillian won't tell aphmau or laurance; she knows them no better than she knows him, why would she? and she's here. and she wants to help him. and she cares about how he feels.

and yeah, we, the audience, know she's obviously up to no good. but garroth doesn't, and his guard is down. he is in just the right place to be manipulated like this. unfortunately, it was all orchestrated very well...

so yeah, he was being stupid. but... i guess people do crazy things for love.

[forbebeandjam]

Hello, lovely! Hope you're doing well.

I just had the strongest urge to request something so freaking cheesy and adorable for Bada x childhood love, fem idol reader.. like one day they're practicing alone in the studio, and they reminisce about the past.. and Bada remembers how they used to dance to "Can I have this Dance", from high-school musical, and decides to recreate it.. and they dance together,singing along to the song like they used to like dorks in love. Having their disney moment. 🫠🫣

Can I Have This Dance? | Bada Lee x Fem idol Reader | fluff

Summary: you visit your hometown after years and finally meet up with Bada. But this time you don’t plan on letting go.

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Hii! Took me long enough to get to this one, huh? I hope you enjoy and sorry if it’s a bit bad🥹 I just came back from a break. Anyway!! Love ya 🫶

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It was getting late, and all you wanted to do was leave practice and take a taxi back home. It was finally time for a long-awaited break, and you wanted to work on a small solo project you had been planning for a while.

Luckily, you had Bada to help you. Of course, she scolded you for working while being on break, but she agreed to help you regardless.

"Okay, girls. Have a good break, and I'll see you here next month," you took a deep breath and stretched. Your bags were packed, and you were ready to go back home to your childhood home, where your family would be waiting.

You pushed your bags out of the dorm and into the van. Your manager offered to take you since you were the only one who wasn't from Seoul, and you accepted the ride.

Fun chatter filled the empty space and dark night while he drove, and once you reached the destination, you thanked him, and he went his own way.

"Mom!! Lily!" you shouted as you saw your mom and sister waiting for you at the door.

"Where is Dad?" you asked, and felt someone poke your shoulder. When you turned, you saw a large flower bouquet and your father behind it.

"Oh, we missed you so much," he said as he gave you the warmest hug. Your tears started to flow, but you quickly wiped them before anyone could see.

"I'm sorry I work so much. I will try to come and call more often," you said.

"Never mind that. Come in and rest," he said. After eating and washing up, you headed to bed with your little sister.

-

The following morning, you almost jumped out of bed. You made breakfast and cleaned the house a bit.

You ran back into the room and looked for your sweats and crop top, quickly changing into them and rushing back downstairs. You found your family eating.

"Where are you going?" your mom asked.

"I'm just gonna go to the dance studio," you said.

"Wait! Aren't you going to eat? Why don't you take Lily with you?" you but your lip.

"Mom, I can come back to get her. I am meeting with a friend for a project."

"Wait a minute. You're supposed to be on break. What..."

"Mom, please. I'm meeting with Bada," you said in a begging tone. She immediately understood and nodded her head.

"Oooh Bada!!" Lily teased.

"Gosh, bye!"

You smiled and sprinted out of the house.

You took the quickest route to the studio, and when you finally arrived, you texted Bada that you had arrived. When you walked in, you looked around the place.

It looked just like when you left, but there was now a picture of your group and one of Bada's crew on the wall behind the counter.

"Little Y/N, it's so good to have you back. Look at how much you have grown. You make me so proud of the woman you've become," said Mr. Lee. You bowed and thanked him.

"Someone is waiting for you in there," he said. A faint blush immediately appeared on your face, and you sprinted to the last dance room.

And there she was. Bada was waiting for you with a wide smile and open arms. You ran to her, not wanting to waste a single second from her warmth.

"Gosh, it feels like forever since we were here." You didn't say anything because you knew she visited this studio every month, but you. You hadn't been there since you left to be a trainee at the age of 15.

Almost six years have passed since you left to become a star, and you missed it. You missed her.

"Come on. Let's work on your project," she said when she felt you getting emotional. She knew you like the palm of her hand, and she knew how much you hated crying in front of her.

And so you two danced. She had also requested a month's vacation to be here with you in your hometown.

It was six years ago when you two would walk to school together, spend all your time together, and kiss behind the big weeping willow tree behind her house.

You tried pushing past all these memories, knowing that such a relationship would be nearly impossible, and tried to push her away.

But soon enough, you realized that without her and this small studio, you wouldn't be where you were.

-

Two weeks passed, and it was the last rehearsal before filming. It was late at night, and you were tired, so you sat down to rest as soon as the music ended.

"Are you okay?" Bada asked with a worried expression as she handed you a bottle of water and sat next to you. You nodded and drank water.

She then noticed your arm. She took hold of it and then looked at your hand. She held it tightly before bringing it to her forehead.

"You lost a lot of weight," she said. You replied with a soft hum.

"Remember when we used to sneak in pork buns and buldak here. My dad would get so upset, and then he'd bring us watermelon," She added. You giggled at the memories.

"I remember one time we broke the speaker and he made us work in his garden to pay for a better set of speakers," you said.

"Oh, yeah! Those were great speakers he bought, tho. Then we would play "Can I Have This Dance" and dance to it on repeat till we got it right.

"Gosh, I still remember that dance till this day," you said. She smiled and let go of your hand, and she reached for her phone. Within a few minutes, the song was playing, and she was pulling you to stand up.

"Oh, Bada. No, this is... ah okay," you said once you realized she wouldn't back out.

You began singing. Your sweet voice and the steps coming from your muscle memory made it all so easy to recreate the dance. Bada was beaming at the sound of your voice. Your eyes locked on each other blurred everything around you.

Your hands intertwined, the way your bodies moved to the music, her sweet smile. Giggles filled the room when one of you would accidentally mess up, but you'd get back on track. It felt like magic.

It was just like before, and you wished for nothing more. When the song came to an end, you could feel Bada's stare in your soul. She looked at your lips and back at your eyes.

She got closer and you closed your eyes, waiting for her soft, plump lips on yours, and when you did, you swore you could fly.

You shared a smiley kiss for a while, and when you broke the kiss, you buried yourself in her chest as she hugged you tightly.

"Promise to never leave me again," she said, and she held you closer, burying her face on your neck, and smelling the fresh scent of your hair.

"Never again, Bada. I love you," you replied.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[randomfanfictioner12]

THE DATE. A SCARIAN X SHADOWBEANS FANFICTION

Just to be clear, I am not shipping Scar and Grian irl. Grian is married. That being said lets begin. Grian and Lizzie siblings au (Skyblings). Also this is a high school au, In this au Grian left YHS in senior year and now lives in england again with Lizzie, Joel and Grian are childhood friends and Scar is a good friend of Joel’s.

NO POV

Lizzie and Joel were getting ready to go to a fancy restaurant, Joel was a little nervous. He’d known Grian before meeting Lizzie and now he was dating his older sister, so in hopes of getting Grian’s blessing, he had booked the fanciest place to eat and wore his best clothes; A nice black suit with a green tie, Lizzie was wearing a purple dress to match with him and was tying his tie.

“Yes Grian, Your blind date is, infact, a man…” She paused as Grian spoke. “No, I am not going to get drunk.” Shortly after saying that they started to argue in japanese. Eventually Lizzie laughed, “Sayonara.” She said before hanging up.

“So, who was that?” Joel said as Lizzie finished with his tie.

“Grian, He just wanted to make sure everything is in order. You know how he gets. Is Scar still coming or did you have to get one of the neck kissers?”

“First of all, babe, the other neck kissers are either taken or straight. Or Etho.” Joel replied Snarkily.

“You do remember that we are dating, right?” Lizzie giggled and kissed Joel’s cheek.

TIME SKIP

Grian walked into the restaurant, it was called Samuel’s which brought bad memories back to him. He immediately spotted Lizzie’s pink hair from a table next to a large fish tank, she was sitting across from Joel and next to a handsome man in a wheelchair that he didn’t recognise. As soon as the man noticed Grian, he rolled towards him and held out a blue flower for him. Of course. A blue flower for the boy who hates blue. To Lizzie and Joel’s suprise, Grian accepted it.

“Oh… Thank you… um…?”

“Scar, Scar Goode-Times.” Scar gently smiled and shook Grian’s free hand, the both of them blushing.

About an hour later, Joel was on his second bottle of wine, Grian was about to lean across the table and beat Joel into shreds, Lizzie was sat with her head in her hands and Scar was admiring how pretty Grian looked. Lizzie really wanted to have a drink to make this night easier but she was driving them all home so that wasn’t an option. Great.

“So.. hic… Gri, how you… hic… How you been man?” Joel was practically leaning on Lizzie.

“Fine.” Grian snapped.

Silence.

“So! What’s everyone having besides the wine?” Scar asked politely, attempting to break the awkwardness.

“I’ll have a chicken salad.” Lizzie smiled back at Scar, the two of them communicating with their eyes.

“I’ll have a steak and maybe another bottle.” Joel leaned over to Lizzie and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Joel, sweetie, I think you need a break from the drinks tonight. We don’t want a repeat of dinner with my parents.” She turned to Joel and took the glass and bottle away from him, Joel kissed her cheek and nodded.

“So, Joel, still living alone?” Grian asked with fake cheerfulness.

“No, in fact, I’m living with Lizzie.” Joel smiled at him, his tone equally as fake.

“Oh, How…” he paused. “Sweet.”

“Aha ha! This is has been such a lovely dinner! I wonder, G, how come I’ve not seen you at school before..?” Scar interrupted

The entire table stared at him with horror, Lizzie knows what happened to Grian and so does Joel. No one had clued Scar in, but to everyone’s suprise Grian laughed.

“Oh, I’ve been exchanged to japan since I was at least eight.” Grian smiled.

“No way! That’s so cool! I bet you can speak japanese!” Scar began to chatter with Grian excitedly.

“Night saved,” Lizzie whispered to Joel, clinking their glasses together. “Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you but I’m driving Grian and Scar home.”

“Wow, what a convinient time to tell me this, babe.” Joel rolled his eyes and smiled.

TIME SKIP

SCAR’S POV

The night is going great! I can tell there is some tension between Joel and my future wife Grian, I can’t tell what though. Lizzie and Grian seem close, I wonder if their friends? Also, I’ve noticed that Grian really hates rabbits. Maybe that’s why he got the rabbit stew then laughed maniacally? Every time I speak to him directly he blushes and looks away.

“Grian,” I say. “Are you alright?”

“O-Oh! Um, yes I am!” He insists. I haven’t known him long but I can tell he’s lying.

“Grian.” “Fine. I… um… I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place after this date? We could watch a movie or..” I cut him off by holding his hand under the table which makes him blush furiously and adjust his glasses.

“I’d love to, pesky bird.” I say and point to his wing.

“Peskier Scar.” He replies

TIME SKIP

LIZZIE’S POV

The car ride is going well! Scar and Gri are getting along, and I sense some chemistry if you know what I mean, and Joel has passed out from the many amounts of alcohol. I’m just helping Scar out of the car and he starts to whisper something to me.

“Liz, what’s Gri’s favourite movie?”

“Um.. Grian’s favourite film is texas chainsaw massacre, why?”

“Shoot. I was going to watch it with him but I hate horror movies.”

“Well, Scar, if you watch it with him he can latch onto you and cuddle you in the scary parts.”

“Ooh, true, true. Thanks for the advice Miss Rizz.”

“No problem Mr Preppy.”

We shake hands and I send him on his way with my brother. My sweet, kind, scarred for life brother. I’ll kill Sam one day. I swear on it. I’ll kill him for what he’s done to my brother. But for now, we need to deal with my blackout drunk boyfriend. Thats the main course of action here.

As I drive, he begins to wake up and he places his hand on my knee.

“What day is it..” he grumbles quietly.

“Still friday night, love.” I gently stroke his hand, we had finally arrived to our house and I helped him sit on the sofa and sobered him up.

“Lizzie.” He said calmly, dragging out the e.

“Yes, dear?” I replied.

“Will you marry me?”

Silence.

“Joel, your drunk.” I giggled nervously until I realised:

He was dead sober.

GRIAN’S POV

I curled up next to Scar, he had let me put my head on his chest and I could hear his gentle hear beat.

BUM, BA-BUM

He put on one if my favourite movies, texas chainsaw massacre. Prefect mood setter.

BUM, BA-BUM

Shortly into the movie I heard him yelp and he wrapped his arms around me, creating a gentle embrace with me on his lap with my hands on his shoulders and his hands wrapped around my waist with his head buried in my chest.

BUM, BA-BUM

l inhaled his scent, Caramel and wine, he was so sweet.. So soft under my fingertips.

BUM, BA-BUM

It might be the wine talking but, Damn, I’d love to kiss him. Who wouldnt?

BUM, BA-BUM

He lifts up his head and we stare into eachothers eyes for a few seconds.

BUM, BA-BUM

He trails his hand across my cheek and gently coaxes open my mouth.

BUM, BA-BUM

“May I?” He whispers into my ear and I nod aggresively.

BUM, BA-BUM

I close the space between us, our lips meeting in a soft kiss that seems to last a millenium. He trails his tongue along my bottom lip, requesting entrance, and I open my mouth to let him in.

The moment is perfect. The way the moon dances along our joined hands and the way the candles create a soothing glow across the room. Nothing could ruin this now,

Other than, of course, My cat jumping up onto my lap. Forcefully breaking me and Scar apart.

This will be an awkward conversation.

FINALLY! IT’S DONE! This took so long and I’m so happy to have your support and I really hope you enjoy this, if you want a part two I’m happy to continue this because I really enjoyed writing it! Maybe with some other hermits or lifers? Who knows!

Thankies :p

-Fran xx

[rhettrosunsets]

Gummy Bears And Reunions - Natasha (Phoenix) Trace X Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha (Phoenix) Trace X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: After a long deployment, you get the chance to tap Natasha out. But despite being so excited to see her, you can't help but want to mess with her just a tiny bit.

Based on this ask here!

Masterlist

Warnings: Inaccurate military knowledge and depictions. Natasha does pick reader up. Natasha calls reader petnames like baby and peach. No use of Y/N, no physical description of reader.

Notes: I know most tap outs are apart of air force graduations, however for the sake of this fic we are going to pretend that you can tap loved ones out after certain long deployments. Also thank you so much for requesting this! This was so much fun to write, and I hope this justice to your ask!❤️❤️

Natasha was finally coming home after two long months. It had been a longer deployment than expected. 

The squadron had decided to have a tap out ceremony after such a long deployment with family and friends and you were excited. Natasha was finally coming home after a long deployment and you were about to make it a moment. You had missed her dearly, but part of you knew that you might not have another chance to get to mess with her like this.

You spotted her immediately as you walked to the section where they were all standing. She was standing tall, her bun having a few stray hairs out lining her face. Her face was unreadable except for the subtle shift in her eyes the second they landed on you.

She saw the bag of gummy bears in your hand and the very familiar smirk that curled onto your lips that told her you were about to cause trouble.

Her jaw tensed as she fought a smile. You knew she was already plotting revenge for what you were going to do and she wasn’t even out of formation yet, but you couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

You walked over and stood right in front of her and holding the gummy bears up in a slow, exaggerated motion and popped one in your mouth, never breaking eye contact.

She blinked, and you tilted your head and chewed, humming at the flavor. "These are really good! You should have one." you said softly, a smirk resting heavy on your lips.

She subtly raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching at the corners as she tried to stay focused on not breaking. 

Then you ate another one, and then another. “Oh no. I might run out before I remember to tap you out. That’d be tragic.” you said dramatically hand coming to rest on your forehead for dramatic effect, just loud enough for her to hear.

From the side, Hangman let out a stifled snort. Natasha’s eyes narrowed just slightly, and you could see how badly she wanted to break the rules and snatch the bag right out of your hand.

But rules were rules and until you tapped her out, she had to wait. So you made a show of pulling out a red gummy bear and holding it between two fingers because you knew it was her favorite.

You watched her face twist a bit more, and you finally decided to walk up close to her, figuring your little bit has gone on long enough.

Because you really just wanted to hug your girlfriend now.

As you finally walked up to her you noticed her helmet was still under one arm, but her eyes had already melted into something so tender it made your throat tighten, as she looked over you.

You finally tapped her shoulder, and the second your fingers touched her shoulder, she dropped her helmet and wrapped her arms around you instantly. You squeaked a bit as your feet lifted off the ground, and you buried your face in her neck, practically trembling in her arms from how much you'd missed her.

“God I missed you, Tasha.” you said, your voice muffled slightly by her shoulder.

She held you even closer to her. Her hand rubbing slow motions against your spine.“Not as much as I missed you. You brat.”

You giggled loudly as she put you back on the ground. “It was a really good bit, you know it too.” you said as you looked at her with a big smile on your face.

“I swear, if you hadn’t tapped me out when you did, I was going to risk it all. I’ve been waiting to see my girl for months and she made me wait even longer just to eat four gummy bears in front of me.” She muttered, pulling back just enough to look at you

“It was actually five” you corrected. “And I saved you a red one.” You said before slipping it into her hand with a quick wink. 

She just stared at you with a raised eyerbrow before smiling and shaking her head as she kissed your cheek, slow and warm, whispering, “God I love you, Baby.” 

After she collected her gear the two of you made your way through the crowd, hands tangled as you walked back to the parking lot. You reached the edge of the parking lot where your car was parked under a tree, and you were still smiling when you unlocked the car with a beep.

But before you could even open the door, sudden arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you clean off the ground.

“Oh my god! ‘Tasha!” you shrieked, laughing wildly as your feet left the pavement and you were spun in a full circle. She only stopped when your forehead dropped to her shoulder and you were laughing so hard you had to catch your breath.

She nuzzled her nose into your neck, holding you close like she never planned to let go again. “That was for making me wait while you taunted me with gummy bears.”

You scrunched your nose up as you laughed in her arms. “You’re very dramatic for someone who flies jets for a living, 'Tasha.”

“And you’re very cute for someone who eats my favorite candy in front of me and the reunion i've been waiting months for.” she countered, finally setting you down, rubbing her hands down your arms before her hands settled on your low back.

You leaned in, bumping your forehead against hers. “I’ll buy you a ten pack if it makes you happy.” you say with a giggle.

Natasha laughs back, pulling away slightly to look at your face. “A ten pack? Wow, peach. Might just have to marry you at this rate.”

You smiled so wide your cheeks ached as you responded “Good. Was kinda hoping you’d be stuck with me forever.” 

Natasha looked at you then, her expression soft as she opens the car door for you. “Peach, I want nothing more than that."

[princessphilly]

Part 3

This part is more drama, no smut. Sorry y'all, it decided to become a deeper fic than just introspective smut.

TW: for fractured familial relationships.

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Whenever Heather thought about what could possibly be the worst possible scenario in life in her dreams, it always had some form of her mother mixed in with work. Today, it had come true as her mother stood in front of her desk, her sisters Halimah and Hannah next to her. Halimah gave Heather a pleading look while Hannah smirked.

“Hi Mum-”

“Oh, I have to go to your job just so I can see my first daughter. It has been years since I’ve seen you face to face, Heather Jenae Collins,” Funmi started, cutting Heather off, her brown eyes narrowing as she saw who was behind Heather.

Heather resisted the urge to roll her eyes; she was going to be the gossip of the ED for the rest of the month, probably. Then Robby interjected, “Dr. Collins, feel free to take your lunch break-”

“Oh, that sounds amazing,” Heather hurriedly replied. Her mother had a look on her face and Heather knew that it meant nothing good. “Let’s go to that place you and Papa used to love going to, Mum.”

“OH yeah, I remember that place,” Hannah said, tossing her braids over her shoulder. “Dr. Adamson loved it.”

Robby winced as he watched Heather herd her family out of the ED. 

“That was absolutely interesting,” Jack said. “I thought that we were going to see Collins lose her cool for a second but she kept it together.”

“Collins is the utmost professional and you know it,” Dana replied. “Now, let’s get back to work.”

Robby shook his head as he watched everyone find something to do, the entertainment over. He remembered everything that Heather had told him about her family. Heather had been the eldest, pushed to excel at all costs. Her mother had been the toughest on her until she graduated from Princeton and Penn. Then when Heather decided to leave finance to be a doctor, her relationship with her mother had fractured to where this was the first time they had seen each other face to face. He had a feeling that Heather was either going to be done for the day or she was going to return super pissed off.

“Hey.”

Robby looked to his left, rubbing his arm. “Yeah?”

“Don’t start getting into your head, okay?”

Jack gave Robby a concerned look while Robby ruefully laughed. “Because what she said about Adamson? It stung but I’m more concerned about Collins. I think her relationship with her mom is worse than mine.”

Jack shrugged. A year ago, he would have disputed that but as he watched Robby return to work, he figured that the therapy was working. 

**

i had tried but u kno how mum is 😣😔

Heather sighed as she read the text from Halimah. It had been a stilted lunch, carried mostly by Halimah. She was always the peacemaker, showing pictures of her kids, telling Funmi and Hannah about Max, her husband, and his new job as an athletic trainer with the Steelers. Then Hannah ripped the bandaid off. “I thought you weren’t going to return to Pittsburgh after you finished that fellowship.”

“I returned because I wanted to,” Heather replied with a placid grin. “I enjoy where I work and what I do.”

Hannah shrugged. “I don’t know how you do, you could be a millionaire now instead of making whatever you make as a new doctor. Couldn’t be me.”

“Heather makes good money and you know she saved so much when she was working on Wall Street!” 

Halimah glared at the youngest sister. “I remember all the times you asked Heath for money in the group chat, including a couple months ago so you could go on a trip to Santorini. Heath is much better than me, I wouldn’t give you anything.”

“Well, I’m just starting in my career, you two are like fifteen years older than me,” Hannah pouted. Heather rolled her eyes; it always ended up like this, Hannah would throw a bomb, Halimah or her would defend themselves against it and then their mum would come in to support Hannah. The cycle repeated as Funmi asked, “Are you still seeing that oyinbo?”

“Still seeing what oyinbo?”

Funmi looked Heather up and down. “Your boss. I figured you’ve been seeing him for years even though I told you not to participate in such shameful behavior.”

“Your boss? That old white guy, Heath? Wow, I mean, I guess if you want to get ahead quicker,” Hannah started with a smirk. 

“Actually, when I told you about that, Mum, I had broken up with him. We had been broken up for over five years until about nine weeks ago. So yes, I’m technically seeing my boss even though we are on the same level now.”

Heather looked at each member of her family in their eyes after making that pronouncement. Hannah looked shocked, Funmi had a skeptical look on her face, and Halimah looked proud. She said, “I’m so happy for you, Heath. I remember how you were glowing when you were with Robby and how happy you two were together when Max and I met him. Then that glow had faded but now I see it coming back.”

“Thanks Hali. And with that, my lunch is over, it was good seeing you Mum, Hannah, Hali,” Heather replied. Her lunch had been over fifteen minutes ago and Robby had told her not to come back but it didn’t matter. From the expression on her mother’s face, the conversation wasn’t over though.

Once back at work, Heather took in a deep breath as she entered the employee locker room. Her head was hurting but she had to make it through, Heather thought as she put her head in her hands. 

“Oh no, sweetheart, she put you through it again?”

Heather looked up as Dana wrapped her arms around her in a hug. “My mum is my mum is my mum. It’s just that she always comes when I least expect her and when I actually want to see her, she never shows up.”

Dana sighed as she moved away. Heather’s mother missed her med school graduation, missed the celebration when Heather got her fellowship. Heather added, “Mum said she’s visiting because she was in Morgantown for a conference and decided to come up here for a couple of days to see her grandsons. Then she remembered that I am here and that she might as well see me too.”

“Don’t let her get to you. Plus, didn’t Robby tell you not to come back today?”

Heather gave Dana a little grin as Dana waggled her eyebrows. “My gym clothes are still here. I need to run after my therapy today.”

“Good. Take care of you.”

“Thanks Dee,” Heather replied as she gave Dana another hug. “I’ll try.”

“You better!”

Dana gave Heather a fond smile as she watched Heather leave. She hoped that Heather would take care of herself instead of trying to bend over backwards for her mother.

**

“The Porsche?”

Robby smiled ruefully as he got out to open the door for Heather. “I felt the need to bring out the big gun tonight.”

It had been two days since Heather’s mom stopped by The Pitt and they were on their way to her sister’s house for dinner before her mom and sister returned to Portland. Robby generally wasn’t a flashy guy but he decided to take out the Porsche Cayenne to maybe hopefully impress her mom. 

Buckling in, Heather snarked, “At least you’re showing that you can afford me.”

Running over to his side, Robby laughed. “Your mom doesn’t know you very well if this counts. Maybe I should get the Jeep then-“

“No, I want Hannah to see it.”

From what Robby knew of Heather and her sisters, she had a great relationship with Halimah and a strained relationship with Hannah. Heather and Halimah were only two years apart while Hannah was fifteen years younger than Heather and their mother’s favorite. 

“Are your nephews going to be there,” Robby asked as they made the turn over onto I-79. Halimah and her husband lived over in Moon Township, close by but still a trip over several bridges. “Jake said he hasn’t seen them since the end of baseball season.”

“ Oh, Jake knows them? No, they are going to be at their cousins’ house.”

Robby scratched at the back of his head. “They’ve been doing travel baseball together for a while. I’ve been in contact with Max for a while because of that. Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I mean, I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

“I promise not to keep any more secrets between us,” Robby began before Heather interjected, “That doesn’t count as a secret, Robby. Jake, Sobe, and Dan are all around the same age. It makes sense that you were in contact with Max. I’m just surprised my sister didn’t say anything.”

Robby didn’t respond; he didn’t know the answer to that. The rest of the trip was in companionable silence as the 90s playlist filled the car. Once they arrived, Halimah was standing outside, a wide smile on her face.

“Hi Robby! Max is inside, he decided to grill on the Blackstone even though it feels like 50 degrees out here. Go talk to him before my mom and sister come in, please. He’s freaking out,” Halimah ordered after giving Robby a hug.

“I don’t know if I’m the best person for someone who is freaking out,” Robby fake protested before making his way inside with a chuckle. 

Halimah hugged her big sister tightly before linking arms with her. “I just need to tell you again that I am so happy that you two are back together again. You two are glowing!”

“Interesting. Robby just told me that the boys and his stepson have been playing on the same time for years and you never said anything.”

Heather gave her sister a dry look as she took off her shoes at the door. Halimah shrugged. “Max told me not to interfere and I listened to my husband.”

Heather burst out laughing as Halimah added, “Plus, you were so busy during your residency and everything. I’m not in your field but I know it wouldn’t have been a good look if you dated your boss while basically a doctor-in-training.”

“Smart. For once.”

The sisters shared a laugh before talking about Halimah’s work as a school counselor, the boys high school football season before Robby and Max joined them. While Max, Halimah, and Robby talked about the Steelers, Heather kept looking at her watch. Her mum and Hannah were late, past the point of being fashionably late. Right before she was about to call them, the doorbell rang. 

“Okay everyone, tonight is going to be fine,” Halimah stated. “It’s going to be a good night.”

**

It was not a good night, Heather thought. All she wanted to do now was go to sleep. 

Halimah, Max, and Robby were attempting to keep a conversation over dinner but Funmi was only giving one-word sentences. Well, just one-word sentences after she pulled Robby to the side to say something to him right after coming in. Heather wanted to know what she said to Robby as it seemed like it wasn’t nice. But Robby had just sat next to her, squeezed her thigh and turned his charm on. It seemed like it was working on Hannah. Her mother finally said more than one word when Max asked, “Are you rebuilding another bike? 

“If you are a doctor, why do you ride a motorcycle,” Funmi asked, scorn laced through all of her words. 

“I started rebuilding motorcycles after I started therapy. I ride occasionally but I spend some of my very little free time rebuilding classic bikes,” Robby explained.

“Interesting.”

There was a long lull in the conversation before Heather opened her mouth but Halimah beat her to it.

“Mum, you need to give Robby a chance,” Halimah pleaded. 

Hannah scoffed, “Always talking for Heather.”

“Someone has to because no one in this family wants to listen to her other than me! It’s like this every time we all get together; Heath and I carry the conversation, you sometimes interact, Han, and Mum says nothing except something negative about Heather or anything that has to do with Heather. Like, it’s been over a decade since she left Wall Street, Heather is a board-certified doctor, she has her MBA, a MEd, she’s a professor at Pitt School of Medicine, and she has damn good reviews. Give Heath her flowers.”

Hannah rolled her eyes as Robby grabbed Heather’s hand. Heather felt so cold as she snuck a glance at her mother after that. Funmi’s face was stone cold before she finally bit out, “Heather tossed away a wonderful future just because her father let Montgomery talk her into being a doctor because he didn’t have children of his own for his own legacy.”

Robby started at that as Heather clenched his hand. Part of him wanted to say something but he kept his mouth closed as this was not his fight. Heather finally stated, “I became a doctor because it was what I always wanted to do. I became a stockbroker for you, Mummy. I did it and then I stopped. When will you stop holding it against me?”

Funmi didn’t respond and after several long tense minutes, Max said, “Well, it was nice to have everyone here for a while but it’s time for you all to go.”

“Don’t worry, I already called an Uber, it’ll be here in four minutes,” Hannah said as she quickly got up from the table. Funmi’s mouth opened before she closed it and she gave everyone a firm nod before they left.

After her mother and youngest sister left, Heather sagged in her chair, ready to cry. Robby put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. At that action, Heather began to cry. “Why is she always like this towards me?”

“You know, Mum always was resentful of Uncle Monty and Dad’s friendship,” Halimah started before she just looked at Heather and Robby. Robby wasn’t saying anything but just holding Heather close to him. 

“Nevermind.”

**

“So, I’ve been seeing Heather again and it’s been going well.”

Robby stretched his legs out as he watched Adelson take note. Adelson waited a couple of moments before saying, “There’s a pause there.”

Robby scratched the back of his neck. “Well, Heather’s mom is visiting and it’s pretty clear that she doesn’t like me. I tried to introduce myself to her once and she ignored me. I introduced myself a second time and her response was ‘I do not know why my daughter likes you. You are not from her background, you cannot understand what she goes through each day.’ Those were the last words I heard from her.”

Adelson raised their eyebrows. “Why do you think she said that?”

“Heather’s Black with a Nigerian mother. I’m a white Jewish man. Two different races and two totally different backgrounds. I don’t understand everything Heather deals with as a Black female doctor. I do know I have way more privilege, I can ignore certain rules and things that Heather can’t,” Robby explained, remembering back when that teen wanted an abortion but the real numbers were off. Heather refused to sign off on Abbot’s numbers and Robby ended up taking it over. That day, he used it to lash out at her for being a rule follower when he was taking out his anger and fear on her. But he also knew that as a white man, Robby could make risky decisions like that whenever he wanted to. Heather couldn’t and would not. “I bet her mom thinks that I’m only interested in her because…” 

Robby didn’t even want to finish that sentence. It made him feel dirty and icky and he wanted to throw up.

“You did say that your mentor, Dr. Adamson, a Black man, was trying to set you up with Heather before he died,” Adelson ventured.

“Yes, Adamson said that he had the perfect woman he wanted to meet all of the time. He would say my goddaughter’s name is Heather and she was the prettiest flower in the world.” Robby smiled at the memory. “Monty told me that I would see her once and I would fall immediately. He was absolutely right.”

“Well, I think that counts. From what you’ve said, Dr. Adamson was very proud to be Black, proud of his heritage, and would always fight at PTMC for fairness and against racism.”

Robby replied, “Yes.”

“Then I say he probably knew you better than anyone else and with that, if he wanted you to date Heather, he trusted you as a white man with his Black goddaughter.” 

Robby shrugged. He wasn’t the most adept person when it came to race relations but that seemed a bit too easy to him from his therapist. “That sounds too neat.”

“Okay, let’s expound this. You first met Dr. Adamson while volunteering in medical clinics in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina with Doctors Without Borders. You yourself told me that the first time you two met, it was when you were facing disciplinary proceedings for overruling a senior doctor over treatment for an abscessed leg in a Black patient. The senior doctor was white. You ended up saving the leg but you nearly ended your career after your fellowship. So you already showed yourself as someone who was willing to do something many white doctors wouldn’t do to Dr. Adamson. And when your contract was up, he personally called you to invite you to come to The Pitt.”

“Yes.”

“From my thoughts, I am not saying you are the most enlightened white man on this earth,” Adelson started, pushing their glasses back onto their forehead. “But it seems like you’re more open to differences, being educated, and actively seeking to right wrongs.”

“Psshh, seems like you’re creating some bullshit, Adelson.”

Robby tapped his fingers on his knees before crossing his legs. He wasn’t a great person, not like Monty. Monty was a trailblazer, he was just doing enough not to make things fall apart. 

“Well, so do you think Dr. Collins would even look at you if she thought you were bigoted in any way?”

“Nope.”

“There’s your answer, then.”

**

Heather, in the deepest of her hearts, always hoped that she could have a relationship with Robby again. It seemed a fairy tale that he was in therapy, consistent therapy, and that he had been willing to take it slow. However, three weeks later after the dinner from hell with her mother, a dinner where Adamson was brought up in a not-so-nice way, Heather was now confident that a relationship with Robby would work out. 

Right now, she was in his arms at her place after Robby finished a double. She had just worked a single but Robby worked a double due to Abbot being out of town. They were both off tomorrow but Heather was too tired to do anything but just rest, her head on his chest. 

“I got some bad news for you,” Robby rumbled. “Don’t be too mad at me.”

“What is it, Robinavitch?”

“My mother is visiting. She’s visiting my Bubbeh and she wants to go to dinner tomorrow. Bubbeh told her about you and she wants you to come.”

“Oh.”

Heather had met his Bubbeh a week ago after going hiking with Robby. Golda Cohen was very alert for a woman who was nearly a century old and very sweet. She had the sweetest laugh and Heather saw exactly where Robby got all of his charm. Golda had made Heather choke and Robby turned tomato red when she asked when she was going to finally get a great-grandchild from Robby. 

“She’s nothing like your mom,” Robby started. “Like, my mother is flighty but she’s far from being what your mother is.”

“You mean, a bitch?”

“I didn’t want to say it. You have my firm support if you decide you don’t want to deal with her anymore.”

Heather sighed as she traced the edge of his t-shirt. It was rising up a little and his happy trail peeked out. “If I want to talk to my dad, I’ll probably end up having to deal with my mum again. I didn’t know that they had separated again when they came here. They always get back together.”

“You have my support but if your fingers keep moving where they are, neither of us are going to get any sleep.”

“I’ll be good, just this time.”

**

Robby was trying so hard to be on his best behavior but his mother made it hard. Rebecca was on her best behavior, chattering about his family throughout dinner. Heather was listening intently, her hand on his thigh to keep him grounded. 

Rebecca Cohen was trying hard herself to do better. She had frankly been a terrible mother to her first born child and knowing her son, it was a situation that probably could never be fixed. But Rebecca had promised her mama that she would continue attempting to reach out. Even though Robby was being civil and participating, she could tell that if it wasn’t for the lovely woman by his side, this night would have been long over. 

Needing a breather, Robby gently moved Heather’s hand off his thigh. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, walking towards the bathroom. 

There was a lull in conversation until Rebecca dropped a bomb. “Robinavitch men tend to love hard.”

Heather blinked after Robby’s mom casually slipped that into the conversation. It had been a perfectly polite conversation between them even though Heather knew Robby’s relationship with his mother was strained.  

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Rebecca scolded. “I knew there was something going on between you two years ago when I last visited here. My son never looked at anyone like the way he looks at you before he met you. Similar to the way his papa was, all business unless I was involved. It’s a matter of time before Robby has you down the aisle.”

Heather tried to interject, “But we aren’t even-“

Rebecca looked at Heather over her glasses and Heather resisted the urge to squirm. Then the older lady grinned. “I also saw the way you looked at my son when you were sure he wasn’t looking. It’s okay to be stubborn, dear, but not too stubborn.”

“I just find it interesting that you have all of this wisdom about your son when it’s obvious that you two do not have the best relationship.”

“Touche. I was a terrible mother to all of my children, especially poor Michael. I will never lie about that, it was my fault. My husband and I, we were great at medicine but we were lucky for my mama and papa who raised Michael and his siblings. They are the reason why my children turned out so great. But I am not an idiot and I want Robby to be happy. He’s so happy with you, Heather dear,” Rebecca said.

“Well, thank you.” Heather felt tears well up a bit. This, this was definitely maternal love. But also, she thought to herself, why was she feeling so emotional lately?

Robby came back and looked at Heather and his mother. “Everything alright,” he asked as he sat back down next to Heather.

“Everything is fine,” Heather insisted. Rebecca nodded. “Heather is absolutely amazing and I was just telling her that you are so lucky that she’s in your life, Michael.”

“I am very lucky,” Robby murmured as he picked up and kissed Heather’s hand. Heather smiled even though she rolled her eyes. 

“This is amazing,” Rebecca exclaimed as she took a picture. “This is for Bubbeh and Yoninah. Yoninah because she doesn’t believe that you’re in a happy relationship, Michael.”

“Oh, I’m so sad,” Robby joked as he finally let go of Heather’s hand. 

The rest of the dinner went through rather amicably. After dropping his mother off at her hotel, Robby turned to Heather. “This dress you’re wearing, it’s lethal. You have a choice when I get you home, Heather, you can either take it off or I’m ripping it off you.”

“Promises, promises, Robinavitch.”

[atangledfate]

She tensed up a little at the mention of Michael, as the image of that man still put fear in her heart. He wasn't like other Angels, he didn't know the first thing about Mercy. He saw enemies all around, and that drove him to near madness. He was Heavens sword and shield, and his flaming sword cut through evil and burned it away. If that day came... she prayed they were truly ready for such a threat.

Yet that didn't stop her from smiling at Bee's inner fire! she'd have done it without question wouldn't have she?

" I want a front row seat for that-- Though if i'm honest... i pray that day doesn't come for a long time. Michael is truly unlike any Angel i ever met... he has no remorse... and utter blind loyalty to heaven. "

She extended a finger toward bee

" Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? The cities who once turned from the grace of heaven and embraced us Sins. It was glorious place... a true hell on earth. Until Heaven sent Michael down... he turned the city to ash in less then a day... men, women, and children... they call us demons but that--- That was truly monstrous "

She snorted and turned a deep shade of red at Bee reminding her about her former self. Baphomet, the goat horned devil as some called him. Hells, it was such a phase for her wasn't it? Full of rage and spite and twice as horny! she really was an awful goat whore back then! she was a little ashamed of it... but happy with who she had come to be.

" Hells, i was hoping no one remembered that... but don't sell yourself short Bee. You've always been a firecracker... i'm not much for physical combat. My power lies in my magic, tactical planning... and being as blitzed as i can before hand! "

She grinned playfully as if to her that was just a good time! though the reality of boosting her physical power through special alchemical potions, was something few had seen. Few in Hell wanted to see... the stories were enough for most.

" Oh i'm far stronger now most certainly. But i hardly have a desire to bare my fangs at anyone. I am the Queen of Sloth after all... fighting sounds like work...and besides--- There is more then one way to skin a cat or so the mortals say... i rather like that saying "

Belphegor was not a fighter, but many within Hells rings still feared her all the same. Not for her raw power but for her tactical and business sense. She had her claws in every ring across hell. Every hospital, every vending machine filed with her narcotics. Hell would grind to a halt if one day she decided to stop selling her medicines to hell... it would take days to send everything into chaos! every Addict in withdrawal, every party would feel empty! and every doctor would become useless...

Belphegor might be the least threatening Sin and yet... she held enough influence to saw the most powerful of sins.

She however mused at Bee wondering about her breakup and pondered back in her mind. She had to laugh a little it was a joyful memory of the day they put everything aside and had a good time. One of those rare moments anyone got her to dance, or leave her realm at all! A great party not for one grieving her break up--- but celebrating her freedom!

" It was a long time ago, but i believe you were less upset and more celebrating... i suppose the why is less important then the fun we had. All i know is you were hosting a massive party.. and you sent invitations across hell. I was shocked to even get one... But Ozzie thought it would be good for me to be present and at least remind Hell i was alive. "

She smiled at Bee and the memory of that night and couldn't hide a gentle giggle of amusement.

" I never expected you to want to dance with me--- maybe it was to see if i could. Hells if i remember much after we started drinking! its all a blur of music, booze and drug filled euphoria... not even sure if we did anything i just know we woke in the same bed... "

She was silent for a moment as she nursed on that bottle like these memories weren't the most clear for her anymore. You live long enough and everything becomes muddled by time, and the pain that memory brings. But she'd set out on this path she had to finish it right? She was unlike anyone else in hell... not even Luci took her path and she was sure he could have.

" Michael is a soldier first, and rarely thinks beyond what needs to be excised to protect heaven. In his head it was the only excuse he could come up with to justify what they did to me... his idea of justice was always so black and white... "

She mused softly about how she came to where she was and couldn't deny it was complicated and probably best left vague. Maybe trying to explain how she came to be was more complicated then she realized. Still Bee had the right idea, even if it was more messy then that.

" Yes, split is... accurate, i tore myself to pieces and let hell reconstitute what was left. Both halves of me wandered hell for so long feeling lost and alone. I never felt right, like i was missing something... I even married my other half, and for awhile we were a happy couple. In the end we realized that we were happy because what we were missing was each other... long sappy story short, Baphomet and Belelfagel became Belphegor when we merged back together. Its a little fuzzy... my memories of time before i merged. "

She sunk down into her seat and looked kind of ashamed as Bee asked about there early days and why they never interacted much. Truth was they had, at least Baphomet had but the encounter had not gone well. She couldn't recall the details but she did remember having to nurse her wounds after.

" Umm... i think we did, but uhh--- i think you beat my face in... for being a rude ass bitch. I wasn't very nice back then... i'm sure i deserved it... i'm glad we've come a long way since then. Honestly trying to remember when we did grow close--- I think it was after one of your breakups... you threw that big party and we woke up in bed together... Hells that was what, the renaissance? seems like ancient history. "

[olisephaa]

The leaks abt the new Viktor VGU confirming they're replacing all of his old skins and designs with the Arcane version is.... So so disappointing. I want to cry in frustration. Old Lore Viktor is self made, he and Jayce clashed over a difference in morals that were still understandable and grounded in reality. Viktor left, created his new body HIMSELF and used his ingenuity to help the people of Zaun. To replace all that with a sleek iPad version where he just gets possessed by an infected magic orb and ascends to godhood or whatever is SUCH a let down.

[mantisgodsdomain]

Anyways, to those who have been wondering what we've been doing during our impromptu Tumblr Vacation or whatever we're calling it, we've been trying to find a playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3 that is made by someone who doesn't annoy the shit out of us, and also tormenting Karlach Cliffgate (as you do)

[skeletalheartattack]

"BLJ" actually stands for Biden Long Jump <isnt sure if youre aware of mario 64 speedrunning technique backwards long jump

and if joe biden was put into half life 2 he'd do an "ABH", as in: Accelerated Biden Hop