#some people can't stop being miserable for a moment uh

[hotandcoldest]

the wcc isn't even just about the drivers, it's about every single person in the team who contributed in different areas to make it happen, especially the engineers and mechanics. the wcc belongs to both lando and oscar, as well as the entire team.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

What if I...

—You make a tempting, unexpected offer; how are they going to react?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Fyodor, Sigma, Jouno X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, mentions of giving blowjobs (whether it'll happen or not is up to you lol), unstablished relationship (you're just friends, but are you..?), rushed writing

Genre: Humor

Format: Drabble

Word Count: 1.6K

↳Osamu Dazai"

Listen y/n..." Dazai cooes at you. "I'm a little bit busy with... uh, work; so I don't think I'll be able to accompany you on this mission"

Shaking your head to the side with frustration, you bend a little on the desk, gazing into his Hazel eyes to show your desperation "Oh c'mon Dazai! You're not seriously gonna make me go to this tiresome mission by myself?! They're all politicians! It's gonna be boring as hell!"

The pile of paperwork on his desk are making you question your eyesight, but you know Dazai better than that. He probably saw it coming so he placed them there on purpose to prove his point.

...Not that it could exactly be called a "point".

"Listen..." Your voice is so low that only Dazai can hear it. "There must be some way for me to change your mind"

His expression doesn't change one bit, still looking through the documents for nothing, pretending to be occupied. "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but I really can't—"

"What if I suck your dick?"

Eyes shooting you a shocked gaze and hands staying still, it seems like he's completely lost interest in the paperwork. He's looking through your soul and the moment his lips start moving, you know you've won the battle.

"For... for real?" "Yes, for real"

The surprised face is all gone and instead, there's a totally new face now; a smug face of a man who's gonna team up with you for the mission and get a little prize in the end.

"So when do we leave?"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Listen Chuuya, with great looks comes great responsibility. There's a reason why you're this hot!"

The red-haired man looked away as an attempt to hide his flustered face, his voice still gravely. "Stop it y/n. I'm not gonna be your model for the photoshoot"

"Why not? You're the perfect choice!" "The answer's no! Get over it"

"Hmph! You're no fun" You crossed your arms and pouted as you leaned to the chair. You couldn't make heads or tails of it. Why was he so against being your model? You were just gonna take a few photos of him wearing casual clothes and maybe some light makeup. It was for your photography class and you were supposed to take a pic of somebody under the rays of sunset. With Chuuya's red hair and blue eyes, it would be a breath taking pic. He just looked so pretty under the sun.

As Chuuya took the bottle to sip from it, you found yourself desperate enough to give it one last shot.

"What if I suck your dick as a payment?"

And then the explosion happened. Chuuya's hand snapped, the bottle fell on the floor and drops of wine literally squirted out of his mouth. He was coughing so strongly that you rushed over and started hitting him in the back like he was some kind of ketchup bottle. His face was crimson red, but whether it was from choking or embarrassment, you couldn't really tell.

When he finally came down and caught his breath, he placed his hand on his chest and looked at you with eyes the same size as a baseball, meanwhile you looked at him miserably with the word "sorry" written all over your face.

"So... is that a yes?" "NO!"

Well, at least you nearly killed him.

↳Jouno Saigiku

"Ok I don't know why you're refusing. I'm just giving you the opportunity to make up for your mean attitude by doing something nice! You know, to go to heaven, like me and other nice people, Teccho for example"

Jouno was still expressionless. He merely sipped his cup of coffee and placed his hat on the table. "I appreciate the offer, but after a lifetime we definitely need a break from each other"

"Ugh you jerk! C'mon it's a piece of cake for you! You've arrested plenty of people before! You're smart, you're strong and I came to you for help which shows that I'm really desperate!"

Your relationship with Jouno was... questionable. He teased you, had a tendency to piss you off all the time, but somehow you were friends. The weirdest type of friendship that had ever existed, probably.

"I can see that. See I do wanna help you out, but I just love seeing the new you"

Shaking your head to the side, you leaned back to the couch. A hard case was given to you and you really didn't want to blow it up, but you needed help, and everyone else were busy. Except for your horrible friend here.

"Jouno, Jouno, Please..." You took his left, gloved hand. "I need you! I'll do anything in return! I'll team up with you and insult Teccho for a whole year! I'll write every one of your reports! I'll even suck your d—"

Jouno didn't hear your voice anymore. In fact, the only thing heard in the room was pure silence, and of course your heartbeat.

You were shocked.

He got his hand out of your grasp, placing it next to your head. His other hand found its way to your lips, softly caressing them. Meanwhile you didn't say a word, just stared at his handsome face and swallowed your saliva.

"Hypothetically, if I help you out, how far would you go to make it up to me?"

Forget about your friendship. You weren't that close anyway.

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"I'm going to go to my parents' with my boyfriend tonight"

"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend, dear" Fyodor tilted his head to the side to gaze at you.

"I don't! That's where you come in!"

Nikolai exchanged a look between your nervous expression and Fyodor's smile, and pouted. "Hey! Why didn't you ask me instead?"

"Yeah yeah, if I ever wanted to give them a heart attack you'd be the first person I'll go to" You sighed and looked back at Fyodor. "So? Would you please help me out?"

Fyodor was sitting next to you on a chair. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "Ah... I'm not sure about that. Wouldn't it make our relationship awkward?"

"No! No not at all!" Your voice was rushed and shaky. "You see you're the perfect choice for this"

"Hmph!"

"Shut up Nikolai. I mean, you're tall, you know how to talk to people— in a satisfying way, ah, you know what I mean, you're handsome, you have very pretty hair, you have the most beautiful violet eyes I can stare at until forever..."

His brattish smirk made you shut up and give a few embarrassed coughs. Your flushed cheeks weren't exactly helping you out at the moment.

"Eh... So you're the best in many ways... Now, would you please help me out?"

Fyodor gave Nikolai-who was also smirking- a meaningful look, and his smirk got broader. "I will think about it"

"What's there to think about? You get to have a free dinner and also have a great time! My dad has the same taste in books as you! I'll even suck your dick at the end!"

You suddenly shut up and stared at the two men with eyes the same size as a racket ball. Now there was also two pare of knitted eyebrows along with the smirks. Nikolai's winking and muttering "Yeah baby" didn't help you loosen up at all.

Fyodor leaned closer until the phrase "personal space" lost its meaning, staring at you. His pretty eyes were sparkling, making it harder to steal your gaze from them. His voice was as gentle as the sea breeze, the perfect melody to caress your ears.

"So... I'll get to date the most beautiful girl in the world, spend a whole night with her and then get something afterwards?"

You were so drowned in your thoughts that you couldn't utter a single word. This moment was magical, making you wonder if he were going to seal your lips with his, totally forgetting about Nikolai's presence.

...Until he started talking.

"Do you guys want me to leave the room? Cause there's no way I'm doing that"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"...Which is why clowns are so fragile and have strong emotions!"

You shook your head with disappointment. "Yeah yeah, get it. But that doesn't answer my question"

"What was your question anyway?"

Ugh.

"Would you please babysit my cousins with me?"

"Hahaha! I remember now!" His face brightened with joy. "Well, no"

You leaned closer to him miserably. "Oh c'mon Kolya!"

"Sorry dove, I just don't get along with children. Not a fan"

"But they're triplets Kolya! I can't handle them on my own!" At this point you were literally begging. "Pretty please?"

"Triplets? Ha! Another reason for me to say no"

Well, that was it. You were going to be alone with your naughty cousins for four hours and then hand a burned house and probably only one of the boys back to your aunt because you lost the other two.

"Unless..."

Ah! There's still some hope left.

"You offer me something in return?"

Nikolai's face was dangerously close to yours. His smile was bright, but his intention didn't seem to be. Although that didn't scare you. It only made your body numb with excitement and through your clouded mind, you somehow put two and two together and blurted something out.

"Eh... What if.. What if I suck your di— Woah Nikolai what are you doing?"

A chuckle left his mouth as if something simple had happened, but this wasn't simple. He had just lifted you up and was carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

"You took the hint all by yourself. How about that, my naughty dove?"

"K— Kolya! Where are you taking me?"

Your red cheeks only made his smile broader. "We're gonna get your clothes changed, go to your aunt's aweful house, babysit your horrible cousins, and then get ready for a night of fun"

↳Sigma

"So... How's the best manager in the world?"

Sigma's stare was still pointed at the documents. "I'm not planning a birthday party for your friend y/n"

"What are you talking about?" You smiled cunningly, lightly caressing his arm from the other side of the desk. "Can't I just compliment my incredible friend? Who happens to be an expert in planning and managing stuff?"

When you two first met, he used to get flustered by your flattering comments, but now Sigma's eyebrows only jumped in surprise. "You... can, but it won't change my mind"

"Pretty please?" Dropping the act, you got up from your seat and stood next to him, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. "I really need your help. I don't have a clue about this and you're the only one I know"

"I'm sorry y/n, but I'm caught up with work. You know that the casino is very busy this time of year, there's nothing I can do"

You sighed and sat on the chair again, desperately thinking about a way to convince him. What would make men do women a favor...

"What if I suck you dick?"

Sigma was still staring at the documents, which made you wonder if he had heard you, but his eyes were not the same. They were widened. He slowly lifted his head and looked at you like he was about to chop off his hand and stick it down his ass, and that made you finally realize it.

"Oh I forgot that you're three years old! I mean you haven't even hit puberty yet. Oops. My bad"

Yeah, Sigma needed new friends.

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[spiderb00]

I'm live - Sophia Laforteza

Sophia Laforteza X reader 

Synopsis: Being a streamer is fun, even more fun if your girlfriend shows up by surprise on your live. 

Genre: Fluff 

a/n: I had this idea while I was watching Tinakitten's live on Twitch, I love her, she's my favorite streamer 

English is not my first language so maybe I messed up a little and blablabla. <3 

Streaming on Twitch has always been very relaxing for me, just playing and connecting with people felt very enjoyable. I never imagined how big this would all become, when I started it was just for fun and now I have just over two thousand people watching me every time I turn on the camera. All of this has given me amazing experiences, including meeting my beautiful girlfriend, Sophia Laforteza.   

I met Sophia at a concert, specifically backstage at Olivia Rodrigo's concert, we talked a little and discovered many things in common. After a lot of talking we ended up exchanging phone numbers, going on dates, and before I knew it I was acting like a teenager with they first crush. 

At first we were very afraid that it wouldn't work. Sophia has tight schedules and seems to be everywhere all the time, but we quickly managed to unite our schedules and make everything fit perfectly 

We hadn't made our relationship public yet, so no one knew we were dating, except of course, our families and the Katz's. What happens is that a few days ago my chat noticed that there was a female voice speaking a little loudly in the middle of the live, which earned me several spams and donations where people asked who was with me at home and why I didn't show them on the live, given that all my friends had already appeared on camera at some point. 

Even though I said it was just a friend and trying my best to shift the focus to something else, my chat didn't seem to be very convinced, they were always making jokes about the "mysterious girl" in my kitchen, like at this very moment.  

"Chat, can't you just forget about it?" I said as I leaned back in my chair, resting my arms above my head to be more comfortable as I waited for all my friends to join the strange game that Foolish forced us to play. 

"What are you talking about dummy?" Tina, my friend, said when she heard me grumble about the chat.  

"The chat just being mean to me!" I said while making a sad voice, only to break laughing at the comments.   

Superglue2000 - We're Not Being Mean, We're Snooping 😊  

Bealovesyn – I'm trying to know who my wife is cheating on me with!!!

Cowboybibi – why did we never consider that it could be the voice of Tina? Yn and her seem very close... :/   

"Chat, what? Why are they putting Tina in this?" I said while laughing nervously.   

"Uh? Putting myself in what?" Tina said, her voice confused, she also seemed nervous about the situation. Tina and I are friends, neither of us wants things to get weird because of some speculation.   

"Guys, stop spamming Tina. She's never been in my kitchen." I said laughing, trying to give off an air of confidence, but I honestly think I was failing miserably.   

"Oh, that's crazy." Tina said laughing, I think she had already understood what was going on, she knew she wasn't involved in anything, so she had no reason to be afraid. 

Before I could say anything else, the door to my studio was opened, and there she was, in all her glory, my beautiful girlfriend, Sophia Laforteza.   

"Hey baby, I just arrived, I bought pizza on the way, do you want me to bring it to you?"  

Completely paralyzed, that's how I was. Without arguments and without knowing how to elaborate a word if you want. My only reaction was to whisper; 

"Baby, I'm live!"   

"I know beautiful, that's why I came here to ask if you want to eat, you've been there for a long time." Now, listen to me, despite the friendly tone, I know my Sophia, okay, I know my girl, and something's not right.  

"So yes, that's fine, thanks for asking."  

For the first time I had the courage to look at the chat.   

Spidermanmasc – Bro, you literally got a girlfriend, you dumped the losing nerds 

Cutekate – OMG, YOU REALLY HAVE SOMEONE! SHOW HER ON CAMERA!!  

Superglue2000 - Don't be shy miss, come and say hello...   

Eyekonswinning – this sounds crazy, but it sounds a lot like Sophia's voice??? 

"Well, now they're asking you to say hello..."  

Before I could complete my sentence and tell her that she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to, Sophia was already on my lap, appearing gracefully in the camera frame.   

"Hi guys, my name is Sophia, I'm Yn's girlfriend." The smile on her face seemed immense, I was completely paralyzed.   

Macaronechease – OMG, SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!  

Eyekonswinning – WHAT??? I KNEW THE VOICE WAS SIMILAR, BUT WHAT'S IT???? (You guys are very cute btw.)  

Superglue2000 – Your girlfriend is simply the leader of Katseye???

Spidermanmasc – like, and I say HOW DID YOU PULL THIS GIRL??? 

"Hey, what are you saying? I know my girlfriend is amazing, but you don't have to humiliate me." I said smiling. As unusual as all of this was, I was very happy with the positive comments.  

"Well, how about I go get the pizza and come see you play?" Sophia said as she looked at me, giving a quick kiss on my cheek before getting up and heading towards the kitchen.   

"Well... That was epic." Tina spoke, for a minute I forgot I was on the call.   

"Dude, how did you pull her???" It's literally the first sentence Foolish said on live.   

"Dude, shut up and let's play." 

After the live is over, Sophia and I are on the couch, relaxing.   

"So I love that we're public now, but I have to ask. Why did you decide to do this so unexpectedly?"  

"Because I love you, and I want everyone to know it..." She said as she gave me a long kiss.  

"And you're mine, no one will ship you with anyone other than me." she says grabbing my face with those huge nails.   

This woman is the death of me. 

[fizzie-frog]

You know, the Stolitz scene was a trainwreck as a whole (they usually are), but what honestly got me most was the way Blitz started pleading when he thought his livelihood was going to be taken away.

THIS IS NOT A STOLAS SLANDER POST. I'm coming from a place where I've seen Blitz being mostly, if not entirely blamed for their lack of communication most of the time.

Moving on...

People keep going like "Well if imps are so low in the hierarchy..." - Let's take a break to think. Blitz isn't rich, he's just getting by really. And how is he getting by?

By prostituting himself. To the upper class.

That's what it is, he's a certified whxre. Things may have evolved in the meantime, but that's how it started. Blitz got asked for the deal while being chased by a crazy lady and him, wanting to keep his business and livelihood, said yes, obviously.

Now Stolas was suddenly taking the book back with no apparent explanation (until they got to the crystal), so of course Blitz thought he was doomed. On a side note, why couldn't Stolas say "You won't need the book, I have an alternative" instead of the ominous "I'll need the book back, permanently. I have made up my mind." I would be scared out of my mind.

He teared up immediately and started pleading, you could already see what was going through his head. He won't have the means to support his business anymore, to pay his employees, to afford a home, he'll be homeless and have no means to take care of Loona. Everyone will leave him again and he will starve on the streets all alone.

He'd do anything to be able to live a life a bit better than miserable, of course he would.

And this brings me to Stolas's treatment of Blitz. I see that everything tends to fall on Blitz, and I'm not saying he has no fault (in fact I didn't even like him at the beginning of the series too much), but Stolas treated him like a peasant. Just the episode before Ozzie's he's called him his "impish little plaything" and asked for a reward for the rescue. He put out cigarettes on his horns, he ignored his "stop" most times, he addressed him in this little baby voice with babying diminutives. "Itty bitty" imp.

And I am sure Stolas is socially clueless. He was brought up alone and sheltered, taught to be a prince first and foremost.

Stolas probably saw this as playful banter, as something that is inoffensive, silly. It was only in the Ozzie's episode that he finally saw that actually, his silly play served to make Blitz feel smaller.

And of course in this scenario, Blitz would see this coming out of the nether. He reacted quite badly, but why would this prince be actually in love with him? As he said, he needed to have a minute (or several) to think about everything. They needed to talk this out, and Blitz was about to apologize when Stolas cast him out.

They were both emotionally charged. They fucked up. But I can see Blitz's side. And the power imbalance is so evident, that hierarchy that everyone keeps saying is irrelevant - in a moment's notice, he could have his life swept from underneath him. Just like he thought it happened in that split moment; it worried him so much that he cried and pleaded (and that's not in Blitz's character to do).

And then he was so scared of not being enough too, ugh, his little "I can always do better!". He's so used to everyone just seeing him as a lost cause, better to be discarded. With this amalgamation of things, no wonder he can't believe Stolas would have feelings for him.

So uh, I don't know what the conclusion to this is. Normalize getting imps some actual comfort? So far the only really privileged imp in Helluva Boss is Fizz after getting rid of Mammon. And when I say priviledged, I'm referring to wealth and upper class, not taking into account personal issues such as disability and so forth.

Anyway, this was my two cents on Stolitz. I honestly haven't thought too much on them, I'm riding on the Fizzarolli high. I'm chill over here in my Fizzmodeus bubble, but doesn't mean I have no thoughts on Stolitz.

[kellartisan]

THE HOLLOW ONES

Case file 001: Mr. Sherlock Holmes, pt.1

Gunfire, screams, the smell of blood, smoke and dirt that he feels like he could taste on his tongue, flashed repeatedly. John felt like he'll pass out. He paused when he saw a fellow comrade stuck under some wreckage. The good doctor tried to help him but he was met with the sight of his friend shot at the head. The blood gushing out, the sight of his friend's agape mouth and empty eyes.. John screamed in terror to go along with the rest of the screams around him. It was so overwhelming. Everything was overwhelming...

John panted heavily as he sat up from his now, soaked bedsheets from his sweat, clutching the bullet scar on his right shoulder... The doctor was still in a state of panic, taking deep breathes to calm himself... He can't help but cry, the image of his comrade still concrete in his mind despite having left the war a long time ago. He laid back down, wallowing in his misery after another terror night.

»»——⍟——««

A few hours later, John had gotten ready, prepared to walk to see his therapist. He glanced at the drawer in his bedroom that had a bottle of paroxetine, his old gun, his laptop and a small picture frame of him and his sister, Harry when they were kids. He frowned at the picture "I wonder if she'll ever get better" he thought deeply. He misses his sister, deeply but with her chronic drinking habits that led to a divorce with her wife, Clara... John chose to give up on delving in the past that'll just cause more pain. He picked up his cane but he stopped, a sense of paranoia overwhelmed him suddenly.. He looked back, contemplating for a moment before pocketing his gun with him. Safety measures. He reassured himself.

»»——⍟——««

John sighed as he listened to his therapist. He was giving half hearted answered to her generic questions, tired. He watched as she scribbled 'trust issues' on her notepad. He sat up, a bit offended. "Trust issues, I don't have trust issues. I was in the army. Ya know, in the army, you have to trust the people who stand beside you." He watched as his therapist raised a judging brow. "And you read my handwriting upside down.." John winced at the harsh truth and sighed. Maybe he did have trust issues. "How's the blog going? Are you writing? I haven't checked it in a while.." John just shook his hand. "I don't see how it helps- I.. How do I write when I don't even know what to write?" His tone was slightly frustrated now. His therapist sighed. This was the the second time John complained about writing a blog. "It helps because it'll help you jot down your emotions and help you reflect on them.." He said gently, a tone you would speak to rationalize with a child. "John.. You were a soldier.. Being a citizen is different and will take time.. The blog will help you.. Trust me." John held back an eye roll. Didn't she just wrote down that he had trust issues?

»»——⍟——««

Those words, lingered in John's mind since he stepped out of her building. His mind was clouded with thoughts he wondered if citizens should think about... His life was practically over, wasn't it? The army doctor life was all he knew... How could he be a useful citizen? He was useless, nothing, a broken soldier..

His thoughts were then completely interrupted when he saw a familiar face... Stamford. His brain spoke as if the name being an old memory. However, John tried to walk past his old friend, not wanting to converse with him and let the said friend see the John 'three-continents' Watson look so miserable. Luck wasn't on his side though when he was recognized. "John? John! John Watson!"

John took a deep breath, collecting all the social battery he had left and social skills before turning to Stamford. "Uh-uhm, oh yes.. Uhm.." "It's me! Stamford! From college! How ya doin'? Yea, I know, I've gotten fat." "Oh, yes.. Yes, Stamford.. Hello, nice to see you again." They shook hands. John locked eyes with Stamford, a sense of insecurity overtook him.. The man before him was so.. Happy and cheerful. Yes, he put on weight but the smile was too genuine to be faked. John wondered if he was going through life.. Wrong.. Can you even do that? "I heard you were in the army, what happened, mate?" John tensed a bit, Stamford probably noticed as there was a sudden shift of atmosphere. "Well, I got shot, didn't I?" He laughed it off, hoping to reassure Stamford. "You fancy some coffee? There's a shop over there, quick coffee break?" John, who was tired, probably could use some coffee so he nodded.

»»——⍟——««

John sipped his warm hot cup of coffee, a soft sigh escaped him. "So, where ya staying? At Barrymore's?" John chuckled and just nodded. Stamford chuckled along. "Why not rent a flat?" "Well.. Can't afford London with an army pension, can I?" "You could always get a flat share." Stamford suggested, taking a cautious sip of his own cup. John can't help but scoff at the thought.. Flat sharing is cheaper but who would want a flatmate who would have night Terrors almost every night? "Come on.. Who would want me for a flatmate?" Stamford, for some reason laughed. John questioned if he missed something. "Why are you laughing?" "Haha.. It's just that.. You're the second person who told me the exact same thing to me today.." John was surprised at his own stroke of luck. "... Who was the first?"

~Written by K.P

[aqours]

ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS

so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti

i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!

i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.

but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!

violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?

and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them

so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.

it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!

[moonlight-tmd]

I'm feeling miserable so i'm gonna project it onto my comfort character.

In the past few days the others on the team have been asking Bee to help with stuff- carrying boxes, transporting supplies, carrying more crates from one place to another. He even was helping around town on small construction sites.

He had little time to rest before someone asked him to help with something or do some chores. So 3 days of almost non-stop physical work and few hours of recharge in total he decided to stay in berth to rest.

That didn't go as planned cuz an hour or so after he woke up Optimus went into his room and forced him out- well, forced is a strong word; he told him to stop being lazy and get up cuz there were things for him to do. So Bee did.

He was feeling miserable, his frame ached all over, his joints barely did what he told them and he was tired, yet he got up and went to do what Bossbot told him. He didn't wanna let everyone down cuz he was feeling a little worse than usual. Afterwards he was caught by Prowl bringing more potted plants into his room and asked if Bee could help. So Bee did.

It hurt to bend down and pick up seemingly light objects, let alone walk, his sense of balance also got iffy. It wasn't long before his servo slipped and the pot with the plant shattered. Prowl wasn't happy, Bee tried to help...

What he didn't know was that Ratchet stood not far away and saw the whole situation, he watched Bee closely as his medic senses tingled: Bee was moving rather stiff, he took notice of the way he tensed up when someone or something touched him, as if he was in pain. His usual expression was also out of place somehow.

He approached the scout as he tried to grasp one of the pot shards to help Prowl.

"Oh- hey Ratch'!" Bee greeted, if he had trouble lifting himself up from the floor he tried his best to hide it. No success tho, Ratchet saw right thru it and with a concerned expression asked him to come to medbay with him. He took notice of the slight swaying as the scout walked next to him.

Bee struggled to get on the medberth, his limbs felt weaker than ever. Ratchet quickly jumped into action and gently lifted him up with his magnet and laid him on the medberth.

"What's wrong, Docbot?" Bee asked, slightly confused.

"You tell me." Ratchet began while walking over to the console next to where Bee was. "You're been acting odd all day- you're stiff and swaying, not to mention unusually clumsy."

Bee shouldn't have been surprised that Ratchet would suspect something, "Well, i am kinda tired... and my frame aches." His voice kind of quieter at the last part.

"Where?" Ratchet asked. "Um... everywhere?"

"Do you have an idea what could have caused this?" Ratched took the scanner and a swarm of lasers washed over Bee as he spoke. "No, i was just doing the usual."

"Define 'usual'." Ratchet finished the scan and waited for Bee's system diagnostics. "Uh, I played some games, drove around the city, helped out others with stuff.."

"What did you help out with exactly?" Ratchet said, a slight suspicion in his voice that made Bee a little uncomfortable. He didn't do anything wrong but still. He began listing off things he did: helping out Sari with packages, bringing supplies, helping Bulkhead move paint crates into his room, helping around construction zones and unloading the supply shipments with Optimus and some other 'minor' things few other people asked him to do. He mentioned playing games til late at night cuz he couldn't fall into recharge.

"...-i wanted to stay in berth today but Optimus told me to 'stop being lazy' and to go get the oil supply back to the plant." Bee said, if he wanted to say something more he didn't bcuz Ratchet got his diagnostics and connected the dots right this moment.

"You ain't lazy! You've been working your aft off with little time to rest-your frame is overworked and can't keep up with your processor. No wonder you're struggling with minor tasks, you're supposed to be in berth resting." Ratchet told him sternly yet with the quieter tone of voice. "Ya shouldn't have done so much physical work."

"But i had to help, they asked me nicely so-" Bee tried to justify but for nothing. "Then you should have said 'no' and went to rest! Ya can't throw your well-being aside cuz someone said 'please'." Ratchet scolded him.

"You're on mandatory leave until you fully recover." He said while going over to the med supply corner and coming back with some oil and 2 pills. "Here, take these. They'll help with the pain."

Ratchet helped Bee lean up to take the pills, he couldn't get a proper hold on the cube with oil so Ratchet helped him drink it. Bee wanted to go back to his room but the old medic stopped him and told him to rest in medbay so no one will disturb him. He gave him a pillow and a blanket and tucked him in. Bee appreciated how gentle Ratchet was being with him, even if it was a little unusual.

"Try to get some recharge, i'll go inform the rest." He said and left the medbay. Bee was left alone, only the soft buzzing of the tech in the med station filling in the silence. It was kind of comforting really, the medbay was dim on its own without the lamps blasting light like when Ratchet was fixing someone in the group. Slowly he rolled onto his side, careful not to move too much. He closed his optics and let himself relax- the pills were already starting to work, his tense struts and mesh-filling easing up and the pain slowly numbing away. He let himself fall into recharge.

In the meantime Prowl had just finished cleaning up the mess when Optimus came in and asked where was Bee cuz he had another task for him. Bulkhead was present too as he came out of his room after he heard something shatter.

"He ain't gonna do anything." Ratchet appeared right behind him. He wasn't happy.

"Why? Did something happen?" Was all the Prime said and it was enough to light the fuse and make Ratchet go off.

"Yeah, it did- his frame's overworked because your lazy afts couldn't do your chores on your own!" All of them had wide optics, "Wh-what?" Optimus stuttered, Ratchet continued in a slightly calmer tone. "Did none of you notice he was behaving differently? He's physically worn out, not to mention in pain because of how much physical work you've been throwing at him." Ratchet crossed his arms, he was thoroughly annoyed at the ignorance of his teammates.

"But he's always energetic-" Prowl started but Ratchet cut him off. "Just because someone's energetic doesn't mean they can handle the same amount of work as bigger bots. You should know it yourself, you're also not fit for heavy physical work." Prowl was indeed a minibot too, his motorbike alt was proof of how small he actually was compared to others, if it wasn't for his height he would have been smaller than Bee. Ratchet's statement made him shut up.

The docbot continued to scold the team for a bit, answering the few quetions they had- it became clear that Bee was too kind to refuse helping... after that Ratchet went back to medbay. He closed the shutter that was the makeshift doors to medbay and went over to his desk. As he passed by he stopped and took notice of Bee recharging peacefully. In the corner of his optic he noticed the little beaver plush in a doctor outfit sitting on a shelf- Bee gave it to him after he and Sari went to that 'amusement park' place. He took the plush and carefully put it in the scout's arms. A little smile appeared on his scarred derma, he watched the young bot for a bit, a feeling of comfort in his Spark, before he finally made it to his desk and continued looking thru the med files.

When he woke up the next day he was greeted by Bee. "Better, it only hurts a little bit when i move." Bee answered happily when the old bot asked him how he felt. Ratchet left and shortly after returned with 2 cubes of oil for himself and Bee. Bee's oil was lacking in taste a little- the scout always made his oil very sweet and with few other ingredients, the medic didn't know how to make it so he only threw a couple of sweeteners in. Still Bee was happy that Ratchet brought him oil so he didn't have to get up.

He felt strong enough to pull himself against the tilted end of the medberth into a semi-sitting position, this time he could grab the cube on his own. He was given only one pill and downed it and the oil in one go.

He and Ratchet talked for a bit before Sari came in for a visit, all the rooms had human sized entrances from the time of them being a part of a factory. She heard how Bee was doing from others and wanted to apologize. "As much as i like having you near i'd prefer if you didn't touch me today." He nervously chuckled when she placed her hand on his arm and leaned on it to get closer.

She brought her nintendo switch and laid next to him, mindful not to lean on him, and let Bee watch her play Legend of Zelda. Bee was surprisingly quiet, only talking to guide Sari to the right location or telling fun facts about the game that he found while playing himself. He let Sari do the most talking- she wasn't too loud, like Ratchet told her, and the talking was lulling him back to the semi-recharge state. He just enjoyed having her around and hearing her talk.

At one point Optimus came in to give something to Ratchet and to check on Bee. He was sorry about what happened yesterday and how rough he was being with him lately. It was all good now though.

Bee stayed in medbay for 2 days in total and had a day off afterwards to get back on his pedes properly. The others stayed mindful to not give him too much physical work afterwards, they all felt bad for accidentally making Bee suffer.

[thelittlestspider]

an excerpt from Friend You Can Keep that i wrote in one sitting wherein peter and ash are in their honeymoon phase, and matt extorts johnny in exchange for staying at his place.

“Johnny, I'm not kicking you out, but you have to crash somewhere else for a few days,” said Peter, matter of fact.

“Why?” asked Johnny, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Because if you don't, you won't get any sleep.”

Johnny blinked. Wait a minute. His eyes widened in understanding.

“So you and Ash?”

Peter smiled. “Yeah.”

His eyes were soft and his smile was dopey. Love looked good on him. Johnny was happy for him, even if his heart panged that he wasn't part of it.

“Y'know, if you guys ever need a third…” Johnny waggled his brows. He half-meant it as a joke, but to his surprise, Peter said, “We'd be happy to have you. But I kind of want him to myself for a while.”

“So you're not mad about me and Ash?” Johnny asked cautiously, afraid to upset this moment of gracious maturity from Peter. But like, he had to know everything was cool before he made any moves here. After all, what if Peter woke up tomorrow deciding to be a jealous maniac again? Though that angry stare was pretty sexy…

Peter looked thoughtful. “We talked about it some the other day.” He swished his coffee around. “Ash loves you, I love you.” Johnny's eyes went big with shock.

“You love me?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Tears welled up in Johnny's eyes as he stood up to kiss Peter, laughing with happiness as he wrapped his arms around his best friend. It was a terrible kiss. Mostly because they couldn't stop smiling. But Johnny wouldn't trade it for the world.

“I love you too,” Johnny said against Peter's cheek. “So, so much it's insane. God, I thought I'd never have this.”

“There's some stuff we need to talk about,” interrupted Peter. Uh oh. Johnny frowned. He didn't like the sound of that. That could mean literally anything.

“Like what?”

Play it cool, Johnny.

“Matt,” Peter said simply.

Johnny groaned, rolling his eyes heavenward.

“Oh my God, don't talk to me about Matt. The man's impossible!” Ugh, the nerve of that man, ruining yet another fine moment in Johnny's life. If the guy wasn't so damn miserable right now, Johnny'd curse him.

Why did everything have to come back to Matt? What did Peter see in him? Sure he was older and kind of sexy, and he had the whole Daredevil lawyer thing working for him, but he was also an asshole who wore grandpa sweaters and messed with Johnny every chance he got. It was like being picked on by an 80 year old grandpa in the body of a 38 year old acrobat.

Johnny could light himself on fire, but he was convinced Matt was actually made of hellfire.

“Uuuugh,” groaned Johnny.

“He's not that bad,” argued Peter.

Peter was blinded by love. He didn't know what he was talking about.

“He's insufferable.”

“You're also insufferable,” pointed out Peter, unhelpfully. Johnny glared at him. Peter stared back at him, unmoved. He sipped his coffee.

One, two, three.

“I guess,” Johnny ground out, “I can get along with Matt. For your sake.” Compromise sucked. Compromise was the enemy of the people.

“Good, because your options are your family, Matt, or Clint.”

Johnny's mouth dropped.

“You wouldn't.”

Peter smirked behind his mug.

“I would.”

Evil, sexy bastard. God, Johnny wanted to kill him. Maybe he could get Ash to run interference.

“Ash can't help you out of this.”

Damn it.

Johnny weighed his options. He could go stay with his family for a few days while Peter and Ash went through their honeymoon phase; con, he'd have zero privacy. Option 2: Clint. Natasha was on a job right now, so Clint might be lonely and appreciate the company. Con: Lucky and Liho wouldn't let him sleep.

Wade was out because of Valentine and Vanessa. Shit. Johnny scrunched his face. He was going to have to suck it up and call Matt.

“I take it back. I hate you.”

“Love you,” Peter said, sweetly.

Fuck his stupid life.

…

“Hey Matt,” started Johnny, already feeling awkward about this.

“Hi Johnny,” answered Matt. His voice was smooth and cool like water. Unbothered. Like Johnny calling was something that happened every day and they hadn't been mortal enemies for the past ten years. He was so weird. Johnny hated him.

“So I have a favor to ask,” Johnny inhaled through his nose, bracing himself. “I need to stay at your place for a few days.”

There was perfect silence on the other end. Matt was surprised. Then after a few moments Matt's stupid, smug voice asked, “What's in it for me?”

“Whadda mean, what's in it for you?” Johnny asked, feeling annoyance wash through him. “You want me to clean for you or something?” He didn't think Matt would be enthusiastic about it, but he didn't think Matt would be this much of an asshole about it either.

“You could help Foggy balance the books.”

“But that could take forever!”

“Take it or leave it.”

Ugh.

“Fine.”

“Then you've got a deal.”

“I hate you. Tell Foggy and Kirsten hi for me.”

That stung Matt a bit. He didn't answer. The dial tone sounded.

Wow, he hung up on him. Johnny didn't know what he expected.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She shook her head, letting out a sarcastic chuckle. “You’re kind of proving my point here; he… he thought he was doing something good, he thought he was ‘saving’ me, but he almost killed you in the process, which isn’t necessarily good, y’know?” She was trying so hard to get Hiccup to understand what she was saying; some people just can’t be good, and she was probably one of those people.

“Hiccup, stop. You don’t know me as well as you think you do. I am probably insane, it just hasn’t been shown to the public yet. And I want to be good, believe me I do, but I… you need to be prepared for that switch to flip.”

“Yeah, okay, but what if me being a ‘lone wolf’ is the best option? Not even in the sense of being someone so strong that they can survive on their own, but what about those people that should be alone? Those people that are threats to everyone else to the point where it’s safer if they’re cut off from everyone else? What if that’s me?”

Hugging him back, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, resting her head just below his shoulder. “I know, and I’m sorry, I… I won’t say anything like that ever again, I swear.”

Looking up at him, she shook her head, a small frown plastered on her face. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t control what I think, and I know you were just trying to keep me safe.” She shrugged. “If anything, I honestly think I should be saying ‘thanks.’”

“O-oh, okay, I just thought you meant me, y’know? Sorry, I… I get it…” She thought for a moment before continuing, “About Spitelout… I’ve uh- I’ve kind of heard people talking about rumors that he’s spreading, that may or may not be about you and Astrid? Now I don’t know anything for sure, I just heard a couple people talking about it while I was at the stables, and I didn’t know if you knew about it.”

"Well, from his perspective, I was the bad guy. I-I don't know, Danny. Maybe you're right, but I've seen it enough to know that people can change, they just have to want to. No one is inherently good or bad, it's all in what they choose."

Looking at her with sad eyes, he had trouble understanding what she was saying. He'd seen her in many situations, many states of mind. The only time he truly thought she was doing something crazy was when she'd waded through the ocean during that blizzard. But she was sleep deprived, and that can cause people's rational thoughts to just go out the window.

His expression one of sorrow, he shook his head. "Danny, you're not that person. You're not a threat to everyone around you, and we tried keeping you separated from the others because it's what you wanted, and it didn't work. You were miserable and lonely... since moving in with mom, things have been better for you, haven't they?"

Hugging her back just as tightly, he nodded. "Consider it all forgotten, alright?"

He had initially winced a little as soon as he had said he was trying to protect Danny, because in the past, she hadn't reacted well to that phrasing, but he was pleasantly surprised to hear her response. "Exactly. Keeping their sisters safe is half the job of being an older brother, isn't it?" Well, probably not when it came to the twins, but they were... different.

Tilting his head, he inquired, "Say thanks? For what?" If it was for the whole name situation, he definitely could have handled that better beforehand.

He felt a twist in the pit of his stomach, his expression becoming a mix of confusion, anger, and disbelief. "What? That was Spitelout? I've heard some whispers, and some people have come to me offering advice that was unwarranted, but I have yet to hear what the actual rumor is." He let out a frustrated groan and started pacing. "He knows he can't go after you, since I made him give his word, so he's targeting me and Astrid instead..." Letting out a quick exhale, he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head, before turning back to Danny. "I...I have to talk to Astrid, but first, do you know what the rumor is, that he's spreading? I can't let this go unaddressed..."

[gffa]

Hi! I hope you get this ask because I can't stop thinking about THIS:

so we know that ultimately falling/becoming a sith is eventually gonna be a miserable experience full of suffering. We can see this in many sith/fallen BUT uh,,, sheev seems to be as comfy in the dark as a cat who just stole your pillow? Like, where is HIS suffering, his agony? (Because if someone truly deserves it its him lmao).

I admit im not really deep into the lore surrounding his past before ep1, but from what i can tell not much is actually canonically known?

Hi! I've thought about this as well and I don't think I've ever seen George Lucas comment on this, so it's not like I have quotes to pull out to back things up, but here's what I think: The way the dark side works is: "What happens when you go to the dark side is it goes out of balance and you get really selfish and you forget about everybody … because when you get selfish you get stuff, or you want stuff, and when you want stuff and you get stuff then you are afraid somebody is going to take it away from you, whether it’s a person or a thing or a particular pleasure or experience." --George Lucas, The Clone Wars writers' meeting In a lot of ways, I think Palpatine is more an avatar of the dark side than an actual character, so he doesn't really have feelings or an arc per se, he's just there to be the devil that lures people over to the dark side or torments them or sets up the plot to trap the good guys. But I also think you can look at the character as someone who is never going to be satisfied, that on the surface he cackles gleefully or smirks like he's enjoying himself, but I think underneath all that, there's just an empty, bottomless hole that will never have enough stuff or power to satisfy him. He could have been satisfied being the Chancellor of the Republic, but that wasn't enough. He could have been satisfied being the Emperor of his Empire, but that wasn't enough. He could have been satisfied being an incredibly strong Force user, but he had to undercut and torture Anakin Skywalker, and it wasn't enough. He always wanted more. More power, more strength, more control over others, more people to manipulate, more immortality. And some part of him always was afraid that someone was going to come take it away from him, that's why he was so focused on Anakin Skywalker, someone powerful enough to do that. That's why he was so focused on the Jedi, people powerful enough that they could have stopped him without the political trap he set for them. I think Palpatine wanted more and more and more, none of it was ever enough, and no amount of cackling glee, no amount of tiny moments of pleasure, endless moments of pleasure, was ever going to be enough. "Where joy, by giving to other people you can’t think about yourself, and therefore there’s no pain. But the pleasure factor of greed and of selfishness is a short-lived experience, therefore you’re constantly trying to replenish it, but of course the more you replenish it, the harder it is to, so you have to keep upping the ante. You’re actually afraid of the pain of not having the joy." --George Lucas, The Clone Wars writers' meeting I think that Sheev Palpatine is the embodiment of that quote. That he was constantly upping the ante because he was so afraid of not having it, because each one was a little less satisfying than the one before it, because it was never enough of what he wanted.

[sailorsolar12]

Beach Days Part 3 - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x FemMitchellOC

Here is Part 3 of Beach Days. I am not sure how many parts this is going to be, but I know based on how I write, I will make it at least three.

Part 1, Part 2

Rating: T+

Words: 2.0k

Warning: Some agnst, fluff, screaming, swearing, tears, overprotective fathers, little bit of an age gap (11 years), and Hangman being Hangman.

Summary: As the daughter of Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin, Lily - nicknamed Sunshine by the pilots of Top Gun- had grown up with Bradley Bradshaw. She had admired him when she was a child, but now she didn’t know if she hated him or loved him after blaming her for what her father did when he pulled Bradley’s papers. A day at the beach changes the perspective of a lot of people while Lily’s father tries to train the pilots called back to Top Gun to be a team.

Sunshine sat nervously in Bradley's Bronco and kept looking out of the window and not at him. She didn't know how to talk to him anymore. They had spent so much time apart and not speaking to each other that she had no idea if he still liked the same things, had the same hobbies, etc. The brown haired, green eyed woman looked up as Bradley parked in front of her small house. She swallowed feeling her nerves twist her inside to knots and make her hands sweaty. Why was she so nervous? Could her mother have been right? Could the crush she had had on Bradley as a child turned into something she never realized before? She slowly got out and took her house keys out of her purse. She needed to have this conversation with him to make him understand he can't just apologize to her and expect everything to be okay.

Sunshine turned to Bradley as they arrived at her front door. She motioned to the shoe rack. "Put your shoes there. There are new slippers inside the closet to the right as soon as you walk in. Are you still a size 9?" The brunette watched Bradley for a moment as he went wide eyed before nodding and taking off his shoes like she asked him too. Sunshine opened the front door and the closet door getting her slippers out and putting her jacket away before letting Bradley do the same. A soft curse left her lips as she heard the sound of small patters. Within seconds, a beautiful white and light tan husky ran around the corner with a derpy smile on its face while its blue eyes shined in excitement at seeing her. "Uh oh," Sunshine said as she was tackled and covered in kisses and licks and slobber.

Bradley blinked and looked down seeing Lily on the floor with a husky on top of her. He bit the inside of his cheek trying to hold back his laughter but failed miserably as he snorted before it turned into full blown laughter at what was happening. He held his stomach and leaned against the closed front door trying to keep himself upright before a sudden yelp escaped his throat, and Lily's husky set their sights on him and tackled him...jumping up whining and kissing him cause the dog was excited to see a new person in its owner's home. He narrowed his eyes hearing Lily giggle at his misfortune.

Lily smiled seeing her husky - whom she had affectionately named Ahsoka Tano - not have a care in the world as she gave Bradley kisses and affection. The brunette smiled and got up off the floor and went to where the sliding glass door was to the small backyard she had and opened it to keep an eye on Ahsoka even though the pup used the built in doggy door to go to the bathroom throughout the day. She turned and busied herself with making sure the self feeding bowl and the water containers were filled. Once she finished, the brunette looked at Bradley and murmured, "Are you...um are you hungry? Or thirsty? I think I have some leftover wine or beers." Lily sounded as if she was trying to stall even if she was being a good hostess. She stopped talking as Bradley caught her hands to calm her down...which was a habit he had done for her since they were younger.

Bradley smiled gently as he caught Lily's hands to stop her from rambling and to stop her hands from shaking. "You don't have to make me anything Lily. I meant what I said earlier. I am so sorry for blaming you for what Mav did," he said softly, gazing down at her. She was still much shorter than him, and he found it amusing. His green eyes gazed into her own before he looked down at her hands and lightly let them go feeling sad at the loss of contact. The Pilot saw an unknown emotion in her eyes and could tell she seemed a little skeptical at his apology after all these years. "He told me not to blame you. He told me about the hell you put him through once you had found out about what he did with my papers. I...God I was just so angry at what he did to me and took all of it out on you because...because you were an easier target than going after Mav," he gushed, spilling his heart out to her as he turned away while closing his eyes and sighing.

Lily's eyes quickly filled with tears as her face twisted slightly. "I was an easier target?! I was easier to take your anger out on than my father - who was the one who wronged you in the first place!! That is unacceptable Bradley. You-you can't just apologize after all these years and expect me to fall at your feet! I am not a little girl anymore Bradshaw-!"

"What else am I supposed to fucking say?!" Bradley exclaimed as he turned to her, blowing up on her just like he had all those years ago. "What could I possibly fucking say or even do, Lils! I know you aren't a little girl anymore. God knows that I just now fucking realized how gorgeous you really fucking are!!" He panted softly, gazing down at her before going wide eyed as the words he said sunk into his brain. He stepped closer to her, lowering his voice. "I didn't mean to say all that shit, Lily. I never wanted to hurt you the way I did. You know full well, I never intentionally hurt you like some kind of damn idiot. I was blinded by my anger and rage and hurt like a fool." Bradley brought his hand up and lightly stroked one of Lily's cheeks with his index finger. "I missed you so damn much, Lily. I miss all the nights we would stay up without Mav knowing and watching movies. I miss talking to you. I want to have that again with you. I want my best friend back," he murmured gently.

Lily felt her throat tighten as she tried her best not to let her tears slip from her eyes. She looked up at him processing everything that he was saying to her and knew he wasn't lying, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to open her walls. She had heard his comment about her looks and felt slightly giddy at the thought of him liking her the same way she just realized she liked him. The brunette leaned into his finger lightly and murmured, "You hurt me so much Bradley. I cried almost every night for two years before I finally became numb to the pain. I...I want my best friend back too, Brad...We have both changed so much since you left, and I don't know how we would even be able to be best friends. A-And what's worse is I am almost one hundred percent positive that I don't just want you as my best friend anymore, Brad, because I...I..." Her green eyes widened for a moment in shock as Bradley leaned his head down closer to hers, and she felt a soft pressure on her lips almost as if he was hesitant and not knowing if she was okay with this. Lily felt a soft sound at the back of her throat form as she let her eyes flutter shut while she slowly returned the kiss. Time seemed to stand still for them as they kissed for the first time, and Lily had never felt happier. In fact, she - for some reason - felt like a giddy school girl confessing to her crush.

Bradley relished in the long moment as he kissed her before slowly pulling away and gazing down at her. A soft smile crossed his lips as he watched her pout at the loss of warmth. She tasted exactly like he had imagined...cherries, the sun, and a hint of motor oil from her working on planes with her father. "I care about you," he whispered lightly.

Lily giggled suddenly as she smiled and nuzzled his hand that had come up to hold her face. He was warm and calming to her. "I care about you too, Bradshaw," she whispered lightly in a teasing manner. She pulled away and pulled out the wine that she had while using her phone to turn her TV on. A smirk crossed her lips as she motioned to the cabinet with her popcorn in it. "Disney movies?" she asked lightly as they used to watch Disney Movies so often when they were younger. At his nod, they started a Disney Movie marathon well into the night while falling asleep and cuddling on the couch.

*The Next Morning*

Lily woke up in her bed confused and slightly disoriented. She swallowed thickly while looking around and saw a note next to a glass of water. The brunette opened the note seeing Bradley's familiar handwriting.

Good Morning Beautiful,

Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. I had to report early for another day of training. I am not sure what time we are going to be done, but would it be okay if we maybe took a walk on the beach tonight just the two of us?

Yours,

Brad

P.S. Sorry Lils, but you are out of milk now...and cereal.

Lily smiled and shook her head at the note while rolling her eyes. Bradley was always like that with food. She bit her lip before getting out of bed and lightly scratched Ahsoka's head when her dog perked up from her spot on the bed. The 27 year old bit her lip as she went to her kitchen to make sure her dog's food and water were full before starting on her own breakfast of yogurt, granola, and fruit.

*Meanwhile on Base*

Bradley's head snapped to Jake's as he heard what the pilot said about Lily. "What the fuck did you just say?" he snapped interrupting the lesson Maverick was giving them.

Jake smirked and raised an eyebrow at Rooster. "What? Sunshine is single and quite beautiful. I highly doubt she'd go for someone who apparently broke her heart. What'd you do, huh? Was she an easy lay?" He was very clearly trying egg Bradley on. "I mean it must not help that your old man flew with our great Captain," he quipped.

Bradley's eyes widened as rage coursed through him and he bolted from his seat lunging at Hangman with the intent to kill. He vaguely felt Maverick, Phoenix, and Bob grabbing him to pull him away. He had a slightly wild look in his eye as he stared at Hangman. His green eyes went to Maverick who looked about ready to rip Hangman a new one because he spoke about Lily in a way that a father would never appreciate. He pointed at Jake. "Don't ever talk about Lily like that," he snapped and pulled away from Maverick, phoenix, and Bob before storming away and out of the classroom. He panted heavily trying to calm himself down. The pilot felt his phone vibrate suddenly, and when he pulled his phone out, he saw a text message from Lily.

*Thank you for last night, Brad. Plus, a walk sounds lovely.*

Bradley felt his shoulders relax slightly as he looked at his phone. A small smile crossed his lips as he chuckled to himself.

*Sorry again about the cereal and the milk.*

*You owe me for those.*

*I'll buy you more tonight.*

*I'll hold you to that Roose*

Bradley smiled at his phone feeling a lot better than he had a minute ago. He looked up seeing Mav with an eyebrow raised. "What?" he asked lightly.

"Is that Lily?" Pete asked softly.

"Yeah...We um...things went well last night. We were able to work through a lot of things," Bradley said lightly. "We were going to be meeting up again tonight," he whispered.

Pete watched him and frowned slightly. "Don't hurt her again, Bradley. Please. That is all I ask."

"I won't."

[lunarflux]

"i promised i'd forget, but you're all i see when i dream the night away"

bang chan x reader

genre — drama!au

suggested background music: x

note: like i said - i put a lot of my life into writing. something similar to this happened to me today, and i'd like to think that music is getting me through it. i wanted to add more of a "post credits" scene for chan and o/c, but this is how my day is going and how this situation ends.

The world never felt so heavy.

You'd never thought that scrolling through social media could create this bleeding ring in your ears, yet somehow here you are, unable to look at your phone. The photo you stumbled across had already been burned into your memory. There were times when you could forget what song you'd just listened to, and yet this one image had suddenly been burned, a permanent nightmare in your mind.

Your ex looked happy. It wasn't a bad breakup, but after a year, you couldn't expect him to stay single forever. You'd both agreed to move on, and while you swore you had, seeing the photo of him with a beautiful girl kissing his cheek made your shoulders heavy. Staring at your blacked out screen, it was like the photo was still there, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep yourself from seeing it. Every time you closed your eyes, there he was.

Happy.

You fumbled with your cell phone, placing it face down on your desk before your boss could catch you. It was hard to hide the look on your face. It was pain, sadness, and confusion. How was it that after all this time, you hadn't succeeded in moving on, but he had?

Was it you? Or was this girl really so special that you were worth forgetting?

The feeling of being forgotten - it's seeing the dust gather on photos and the doorknob that he will never open again.

It's over.

"Do you have the paperwork for the meeting tomorrow?" Chan popped into your office, placing a fresh mug of coffee on your desk. You'd started here only six months ago, but he already knew that you liked your coffee light and sweet. "Jisoo wants to make sure we're not missing anything before -"

"Yeah, I have it." You said curtly, looking back at your computer, typing away at your report. "I'll bring it to you later."

"I mean, I can wait for it if you have it ready."

"Chan," you looked up at him. "I said I'll bring it to you later."

Chan looked at you with mild concern. Sure, there were a lot of women in the office, and the men had eventually learned when not to step on toes in the case of any mood swings because of work stress. You weren't one of those people though. You were the type of person who'd rid the stress with a bar of chocolate and be done with it. You'd never snapped at him before.

"Okay." Chan backed out quietly. He ducked into the next office over. Knocking on Minki's office door, he peered in.

"Hey," Minki stood up. "I gotta bring these to the fourth floor, can you watch the phone for me?"

"Yeah, no problem." Chan smiled before taking a seat.

Ping

He knew that you and Minki were office best friends ever since you got hired. While he didn't mean to see it, Minki left his messenger open and slowly your messages came flooding in.

x: he moved on x: am i supposed to be upset? x: we broke up a year ago, so why do i feel so defeated haha x: maybe i'm just decomposing. why do i feel like this x: can we get drinks later? i know you hate it when i drink to drown out my sorrows, but i just can't be here right now.

Damn.

Chan swore he didn't mean to see all that. That would explain the mood though.

x: i didn't think i'd miss him this much. i just want to forget about it.

Taking in a deep breath, Chan pulled out his phone and made a call.

**

"Chan, why did you need me for this stupid client dinner? And who the hell has dinner at 4PM?" You continuously complained as he drove you down the road into the next district.

"Just relax, it'll be fine."

You rested your head against the passenger side window. As your breath fogged up the glass, you scribbled little hearts, peppered over the skyline as Chan drove. It wasn't until you started seeing signs that you realized you were at Banpo Bridge. Chan pulled into the empty parking lot.

"The client wants to have dinner here? What are we doing - getting takeout?" You jested.

Chan opened your door. "Go sit over there, I'll be right back."

You took your seat right by the edge of the water. The weather really was perfect today. The fresh air helped clear out your thoughts. Even though the breakup was a year ago, seeing that photo really made it feel like it just happened yesterday. Your heart broke twice, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to think that you hate him now. You loved him as a memory - a beautiful, happy memory, and it was time to let go now.

Chan re-emerged next to you, a bag with four bottles of soju and piping hot ramen in his hands.

"Um -" You nearly laughed at the sight of him struggling to carry everything. "Am I missing something? Are the clients your drinking buddies?"

"Sit, sit, please." Chan arranged everything down on the ledge.

"Not that I'm ungrateful, but I am confused."

"I, uh." He sat down next to you, removing his jacket. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

Stopping halfway from opening a bottle, you looked up at him.

"y/n, Minki had me watch over his desk, and I... I'm sorry, I saw your messages."

"Chan, that was private." You looked down at your shoes, feeling the heaviness in your chest again.

"I know. And I'm sorry." He grabbed the bottle from you and opened it himself. "Minki had to run to another meeting, and I saw how sad you were. I just figured I'd help you escape for a bit. I called in a favor from the interns to watch your stuff, so we could... do this, I guess."

You'd always known Chan was a softie. He was that guy in the office who never forgot about birthdays and important events. He was never late, and he would do everything he could to help out the new people. Even to you, he was a big help whenever you needed it.

"Again, I'm sorry." He poured two shots and handed you one. "But you looked like you needed it, so - cheers."

You watched him as you threw back your soju. You stifled a smile, "Pitiful, isn't it. Still feeling like you've been dumped even after an entire year."

Chan winced as the alcohol hit the back of his throat. "Not at all. Who said that a year was the right time to get over someone? There's no rule for that."

You continued to sip slowly, watching him open up all the snacks.

"I haven't had a girlfriend in years, and I swear, after my last girlfriend and I broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about her even because of the littlest things. It wasn't a bad breakup, but when you have so many happy moments with someone, you can't help but feel sad when you see that person making new moments with someone else. It makes you wonder if that could've been me, y'know?"

It couldn't be stopped. One deep breath and suddenly all the tears started pouring out. You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like the weight of the world finally came crashing down on your chest, reminding you of every little happy memory that had to be released into the ocean like confetti.

Chan rushed over, placing his jacket on your shoulders. He hushed you, rubbing your arms to warm you up. Crouching down in front of you, he pulled you up and brought you into his chest.

"Wait, I'll get makeup on your shirt -"

He laughed at your childish worries. "It's just a shirt. Just go ahead, it's okay. I can get it dry-cleaned, and you're worth more than some shirt."

Feeling your tears soak up in the cotton, you just cried, and Chan let you until it felt like there was nothing left. You chest was still heaving, but you felt the weight lift slowly. The sea air started filling your lungs again like an icy burn.

"I'm sorry." You finally looked up, mascara stained on your cheeks. You smeared what you could from your face before sitting.

"Stop apologizing." Chan sat down beside you again. "Do you feel better?"

"A little."

Placing his hand on yours, Chan smiled. It was a warm gentle smile. He squeezed, "It will get better. I promise."

"I just feel like everyone keeps moving on, and I'm just stuck here."

"Where is 'here' to you? 'Here' to me is existing with a good job with good friends and a good life. 'Here' is anything you're doing happily without him." He reached up to cup your cheek. "I know you feel miserable, but your body won't let you feel this way forever. And neither will I. Please don't feel as if 'here' is an awful place. 'Here', you have me, and I'll stay until you're not sad anymore."

Peering up at him with red eyes, you smiled with whatever energy you had. Sadness still sat on your shoulders, but it didn't feel so awful anymore.

Chan nodded towards you.

"Until you're not sad or until you ask me to leave - I'll be here for you."

[fancybehaviour]

Daddy Woes

Summary:

Harry is a good husband; so he sends his wife out on a much needed girls day. James Sirius is a naughty boy; so he sends his father down an anxiety spiral.

Notes:

Written for @harryandginuary BINGO!

Prompt I 23: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” “Do you not like zucchini?”

The sun had sunk low on the horizon, and in a few minutes would dissapear for the night. About dinner time, thought Ginny, as she made her way home after a long enjoyable day, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobble. As she walked, she rewinded the highlights of her girls day out with Hermione and Luna in her head. Ginny had had an absolute hoot meeting her friends.She was sure she would continue to reminisce until the next time she could have such a day; after all being the mother of a seven month old meant that such trips were a rarity and she cherished them a lot.

Her legs ached from all the walking around she did while she helped Luna shop for her trip and she was looking forward to taking the nice long bath her husband had promised to draw her. She let out a sigh as she thought of sinking her aching legs in a hot bath, her husband perched at the edge of her bathtub as she gave him an exaggerated recount of the day's events peppered with silly nonsensical jokes, him guffawing at them all even though he had already heard them all. He did that a lot these days, laughing. Especially since the birth of their beautiful boy.

She felt a swell of love rise in her as she thought of her family; her seven month old baby son who could scream the house down and her loving husband who tried his best to give her respite from the said infant. 

"Harry?" she called, pushing the front door to close and locking it. "James darling? I'm back home. Did you boys have fun?". She continued heading towards the kitchen where she could hear noises, taking care not to trip over the many toys that were strewn about their living room. Courtesy of their many relatives and friends, James seemed to have an amount of toys that seemed absolutely ridiculous to Ginny who couldn't remember seeing so many toys even at the Burrow, that had been the residence of seven children. Making the matter even more ridiculous was the fact that James's favourite toys were actually the copper pots and pans that he liked to bang about making noise.

It was only when she reached the kitchen and took in the desecration that it was  that she realised that perhaps today, she might be the only one in the Potter household who might have had any semblance of fun.

Eyes darting from her slightly whimpering son in his high chair, to the trail of food spills surrounding him to the multicoloured stains adorning her husband's apron and his miserable face, she decided to address a whole other issue: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” 

“Do you not like zucchini?”, asked Harry, in a tone that might have been wry if it weren't for the long suffering expression on his face.

"Absolutely not. Can't believe you thought I did, the honor of questionable taste will forever be Hermione's ."

He gave a laugh that seemed more for her benefit (making Ginny wonder if parenthood had done a number on her humour too) and set about cleaning up. Ginny walked into the kitchen and lifted the whimpering toddler into her arms. She pressed a loud smacking kiss on both of his chubby, chubby cheeks, and rocked him gently, seemingly this was all that was needed for his whimpers seemed to slowly subside. She could feel Harry's eyes on them as he continued to clean up the mess; she remained silent, waiting for him to tell her what was weighing on his mind.

Instead he said, "He missed you," so she turns around to see him, looking at them softly with a look on his face that Ginny could only describe as melancholy. It reminded Ginny of her fifth year, when he looked at her like that, like she was everything he wanted but was unattainable.

It seems she was going to have to demand answers after all. Very well.

"Alright Potter, spill. Whatever happened today that has got you relapsing into your teenage angst?"

He laughed, and this time it was a genuine one; BINGO!

Pulling a chair at their kitchen table and settling himself down he said " James kept crying after you left. A lot." 

"Uh-huh. Nothing he hasn't done before. "

"Yeah. Sure. But today I just realised.."

"Yeah?" She asked, settling down into the chair opposite him, shifting James into her lap who seemed very fascinated with playing with her hair.

Harry watched him for a moment and then continued, "I know James crying is nothing new. Yet for some reason, it just bothered me today, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"It made me feel like a bad parent." he confesses, looking a bit surprised himself, perhaps at that he had spoken it out loud, yet continued with "I have been feeling like it a lot these days."

There.The dam had finally broken. Ginny had long since suspected that Harry was having troubles with parenting. She had caught him brooding about with a tea mug in his hands instead of going back to bed after whatever ungodly hour James Sirius had decided to wake them up. 

She tried many times,to get him to talk, but between her own exhaustion, an infant with a strong pair of lungs and Harry's stubborn refusal to burden Ginny with anymore than she was already dealing with nothing had come out of it. But now that he seemed to want to talk, Ginny did not stop him.

"I just… "he paused, and swallowed, something he did when he was overcome with emotion but wanted to bite it down.

"I want to do this right. I have never wanted so badly to do something right in my whole life. Family..it means everything to me and I want to be a good father but I'm afraid I am failing."

"You are an amazing father, Harry."

He shook his head. 

"Am I?"

"Yes" Ginny agreed furiously.

Harry looked into her eyes at that and she hoped he could read her, that he could see himself from her eyes, how she fell in love with him more and more everyday as she saw more and more of dad Harry.

Looking away he continued, "I sure don't feel like it. Today, while you were away, all Jamie wanted was his Mum. I tried everything, feeding him your milk, his favourite toys - yes the pans and pots, we are lucky we have no neighbours- feeding him all sorts of baby food and yet nothing seemed to work for long before he started wailing again. "

Ginny replied, "I don't want to sound like I'm being condescending, but this is the only way I can seem to put it- he's a toddler Harry. No one knows why toddlers do what they do. If he was fussy with you today and missed me I doubt it's because he has decided you were a bad parent."

"I know that - rationally.But the part of me - the same part of me that gets jealous of blokes trying to chat you up or worries that Ron is going to make a new best friend  - that part of me makes me think I have been a bad father."

"Today when Jamie kept crying for you, and I wasn't able to calm him down or feed him any of the amalgamation of baby foods I made- it just felt like I was in over my head, without a clue about what was doing. I might as well have been one of those dads who say they are 'babysitting' their kids and leave them up to their mothers and that's not- I never want to be that."

"I don't just want to do this right, I want be good at this. Like I am at Quidditch or catching dark wizards. I know I can catch a snitch, I know how to find a criminal on the run from law. Just like that, I want to be good at taking care of my son...but today, everything I did kept failing and that made me think.."

"James dented your confidence, didn't he," she said softly.

"He did," Harry agrees looking over at the boy who was happily sucking on his toes, completely ignorant of the spiral he had sent his father through.

Lacing her fingers with his, she said,"My mum told me, with parenting, there's bad days and good days, but you've got to understand that having bad days is not equivalent to being a bad parent."

"I imagine she had a lot of those, with seven of you," replied Harry wryly.

"Two of them Fred and George", Ginny reminded him.

They sat for a moment in silence both lost in thought.

"Gin-"

 "Harry" ,they both started at the same time, and Harry motioned for her to go on.

"I was just thinking - I had help with this. My mum, Fleur, Angelina, my teammates - I had people to talk this with. To reassure me that I wasn't doing things wrong. But you don't have that."

"No. But I've got you."

"You do," she agrees. "But also, maybe you should talk to people too. Maybe my dad or Bill or George"

He snorts at that. "If anyone had told me ten years ago that I'd be talking parenting with George.." he trails off as Ginny gives a light chuckle.

"Seriously though," she says again,       "Give it a try. I'm always here though. To listen. Or if you wanna get competitive over who is the worse parent".

Grinning, he says "I fed him courgettes Gin. He hated it. I'm winning this game." and she smiles at him, simply happy to see him happy.

"Oh and what is it?", she asks, and at his quizzical raise of eyebrows she elaborates, "that you wanted to say? You wanted to say something but you let me go first."

At that he gives her a wide smile and says, 

"Just that I love you."

[profnodanna]

Scenario: Mikoto alive au - ROK edition.

Fushimi is storming off after the "betrayal" show, when he meets on his path Mikoto, who happens to be casually there, smoking against a wall.

Fushimi freezes, the old fear of the Red King coming back all at once.

He aggressively asks what Mikoto's doing there, somehow afraid Mikoto could stop him, accusing him to be an useless King, that even when he does something fails at it, he had to just stop the Green King, if he hadn't arrived to the Chamber all of this wouldn't have happened.

In this case, with Mikoto, Fushimi is more sincere, saying that what Kings think all about it's their kingly stuff without a thought for the people around them.

Mikoto shrugs all it off with a bitter half smile, saying "'guess you're right"

Fushimi gets even more annoyed, asks what Mikoto is doing there, if he wants to stop him or something.

Mikoto calmly takes a drag on his cigarette and says Fushimi is free to make his own choices, which only frustrates Fushimi even more.

Fushimi is at his peak of frustration, too many feelings inside him that he doesn't want to deal with. He passes over Mikoto, all "Fine, if that's all you have to say I'll go now", but then Mikoto adds something that alludes to, no matter what Fushimi's choice will be, he'll find help if he asks for it.

And anyway, Mikoto has always thought "that" role has never suited Fushimi, alluding to "being a traditor".

Fushimi turns around abruptly, all ready to say how dare you, you know nothing about me, e so on.

But Mikoto is already walking off, to where his clan is waiting for him.

Fushimi looks at his back, not even knowing what to think. Eventually he turns around, muttering that he hates Kings, he hates them so much.

-

Going back to his clan - I imagine him needing some first aid treatment because of the injuries got in the battle, and this explains why he was around when Fushimi left S4 - Mikoto can't stop thinking about the Grey King's words:

how the Slates played them all, that if everyone had the power they could have the chance to defend themselves. He can't help but to think about Totsuka, wondering if in the Green King's ideal world he could have had that chance.

But he knows too well that's just an illusion.

[I mean, behind Totsuka's death there's the Green King: Hisui can put his ideal world in a very specific hole of his dead body if you ask Mikoto]

He wonders if all these ideals the Kings seem to have aren't just illusions, dreams that will never be reached, if the Slates just chooses particularly dumb humans who dream too big and then are crushed by the reality.

Are Kings even needed if they can't even do anything to protect their clansmen?

He's brooding all these things when arrives where his clan is. Kusanagi immediately asks him about his conditions, and then what he is planning to do about the whole matter of the Slates.

Mikoto has sincerely no idea.

The Slates has always been owned by the strongest King, and look at the three of them, they've miserably lost against a zombie and a chicken ghost popped out from nowhere. They don't have the strength nor the right to take it back.

Kusanagi wonders if that's really the end of the world they know, and this is the moment when Anna stands up, stating there must be something they can do, it is not over yet, power is meant to protect.

Mikoto looks at Anna, and then smiles softly at her.

"you heard that, uh?" he says to Kusanagi.

Kusanagi lights a cigarette and smiles: "Seems like it's too early to surrender"

[aestheticsuwu]

When Our Eyes Met

Robby Keene x Doug Rickenberger

A Huge thank you to @oceluna , for giving me the boost I needed to upload this new ship !

We are blessed for having this beautiful human (@oceluna ) being for giving us a part of their time to create wonderful LawRusso content and other ships !💖😊

( Binary Boyfriends + SamxMiguel + Lawrusso ) Part 3

.... ..... .....

He should've know having Sam and Demetri as friends would only cause him trouble . Now he's being forced on a date but he didn't even know who Hawk would set him up .

For all he knows Hawk would pick a random stranger , why did he think that life would go easy on him . He really can't catch a break , okay maybe he's exaggerating a little bit .

He thinks he's allowed to be dramatic , atleast they had already decided what Demetri was going to wear , black flannel shirt with a white shirt underneath and some skinny jeans .

Heading out to go home to change as well , but not before assuring Demetri that everything would turn out fine .  Hawk was in love with Demetri ass and well , vice versa .

....

He went to the kitchen to grab something to drink , his dad was there serving a cup of juice . Quickly going to cupboard and handing over the glass to his dad .

" Me and Daniel are going to watch a movie later , order some pizza wanna join . "

" I would love to dad but I got a date . "

" is she hot ? "

" Is actually a blind date . "

" She's blind ? " His dad had a funny look as he was confused , Dad L came in laughing along with  Robby .

" John the person isn't blind , it just means both people don't know what they look like . Robby be safe , i want the 3 of you back at 10  "

"you got it , dad . "

Hugging his Dad L , before leaving to go change .

Johnny makes sure the coast is clear before pining Daniel against the counter .

" Guess we're having the house to ourselves , I was thinking having you in nothing but my shirt -

" Laying down in bed , just waiting for you to join me "

" mhmm " The blonde puts his hand on Daniels ass , he really had the best ass . Daniel arms holds on to his neck , as he pulls him in more closer . He leans in to kiss him .

" for us to talk about our lovely deep  emotions . "

Daniel laughs at the face the blond has , he couldn't help it . He gives kiss on the cheek before leaving , with Johnny behind him .

" You really know how to kill a boner , Bambi.  "

..... ..... ...

One of the things he and his dad have in common was that they really didn't know how to receive compliments . Here he was blushing and not knowing what to say as Sam and Demetri kept talking .

" Damn Robby , lookin mighty fine !  . "

" So handsome   and those jeans , right  Demetri ? "

 " Agreed that ass is out of this world . "

" Shut up ! "

He quickly shouted as he got to the front seat , He quickly look one last time in the mirror of the car , while waiting for Sam and Demetri to get in . Pep talks were thrown , mainly for Demetri . Arriving , looking through the open glass window , they could see Hawks purple Mohawk , Miguels waving , and a taller boy .

" Hey guys " Miguel came over as the other two stayed back . He stood next to Demetri to reassure him everything was alright . It looked like hawk and his friend were fighting , until the two quickly came over .

" Everything okay ? " Demetri questioned Hawk , gosh Hawk wasn't subtle about his feelings for his best friend with that stare or gaze whatever you want to call it .

" Yeah , perfect ! Robby this is Doug Rickenberger , Doug this is Robby Keene shall we go in . "

They both incline their heads to each other for acknowledgment.  Doug was way taller than him and his broad shoulders didn't help Robbys height . He was wearing a Red shortsleve  shirt ,  black jeans and some vans . 

They were seated down, everyone was at the table with their individual date . The tables weren't together but enough distance where they all could hear each other . And it was awkward and quiet at first . Sam and Miguel tried to ease the moment , but it was clear him and Doug wish their were somewhere else but here .

It wasn't their first time seeing each other but their encounters were brief.  He had seen the tall boy with Hawk before . Once in awhile he would go to his dad dojo , Doug must've seen him those few times .

Also sometimes his Dad and Daniel would do classes together , but usually he would stick with Myagi-Do students .

Sam and Miguel were already in a relationship , so they were having a blast and it seemed Demetri and Hawk were hitting it off . So Here he was making small talk every time it got to quiet .

" so you like karate ? " He internally just cringed at himself but hey he was trying . He guess it wasn't that bad by the chuckle of  Doug

" Yeah , what's it like to have two dads - "

" There's no difference , their just parents . Just because their both dudes and i have a mom too "

" I was gonna say what's it like to have both parents that know karate . "

Guess he should've have left the other boy finish , it was just that some people still don't understand that times have changed .

" I'm sorry I got all defensive  on you . "

He gave Doug a small smile hoping the latter wouldn't notice how embarrassed he felt .

" Its alright , uhh do you play any other sports maybe soccer . "

Nodding to the question  but then realise he had to answer before the mood gets ruined again .

" uh yeah when I was little , haven't played recently actually . Do you ? "

" Yeah I'm on the soccer team . Maybe you should try out , I wouldn't mind having you on the team unless your not good as you are in karate . "

Doug finish with a teasing  smirk and a raised eyebrow waiting for the blonde to answer .

" I like to let you know that I was the best player on my team when I was a kid , well that's what my dad and Mom said but I withstand my point . "

Both burst out laughing , and once the waitress come with their food their both smiling at each other .

If felt kinda nice , it was awhile Robby hadn't laughed and gone out with someone that wasn't his friends or his parents .

...... ....... ........ Doug Pov

Doug was friends with Hawk since he joined cobra kai , they would hanged out in School.  After school he would go to the dojo or to soccer practice . 

Today he was free and had nothing to do , so he easily accepted Hawks idea . But he wasn't expecting said date to be a boy and son of his Sensei. 

He wasn't into guys ,but he didn't mind the idea of dating one but he's just never seem to find a guy he would date . Here he was standing in front of his date as Hawk introduces him .

Robby had green eyes and freckles across his cheeck and nose . Dark blond hair and a nice smile . He was short compared to his height , he wore a black shirt with blue jeans .

His brain came to a conclusion : Pretty boy

..... ...... ......

" Do you want get out of here ? "

" Like right now ? "

" Yeah "

The two couples were distracted as they both left the dinner . Grabbing a hoodie from their own car as quickly as they could . Who knows why but they started running without realising they were holding hands . Their laughter was left echoing behind them .

They stopped at the  skate park  as they got tired . There were few people skating there , he turned to look at Robby once he didn't feel his hand . He watched as he jogged back holding a skateboard .

" Do you know how to skate? "

Holding a skateboard felt unfamiliar to him , handing it back to Robby who was wearing a cheeky smile .

" No , I'm guessing you do . "

" I know a few things . "

He shouldve known by that cocky smile he was lying . He watched Robby do some amazing stuff , he even showed that one hand stand . Then it was his turn , he failed miserably all the times . He asked what was the secret , as he once again falls .

" Its all about  balance "

Robby looked up at him as he answered him .  He understood the answer , since Mr. Larusso  karate did involve balance .

Noticing they were standing close , face to face . Maybe it was the way the moon and street light illuminate the blondes face . Or the way he was smiling at him that he said those words .

" is there something on my face ? "

" Sorry it's just I never knew a boy could be as beautiful as you ... "

Seeing the surprise look and the addition of the blush contrasting his tan skin made his beat faster . God when did he become such a girl . His thoughts are interrupted when Robby quickly steps back ,  misstep and hurts his ankle .

.... ..... .. ...

Arriving at the dinner place he could see their friends waiting for them at their cars . Holdding on tight to Robby thighs for he wouldn't fall of his back . Chuckling as the boy groans in embarrassment as  the others start to come closer seeing their situation .

" Robby are you okay ? Where were you two , we were worried . ! "

" I'm alright Sam , Me and Doug went for a walk and I hurt my ankle , hence why Doug is giving me a piggyback ride . "

" Oh I thought you decided to climb him like a tree cause - "

" Demetri ! " Robby tightens his arms as he shouts to quiet his friend . walking to Sam's car he hears the blonde mumbling while his head nudging against his shoulder .

Meanwhile everyone were saying goodbye he helps Robby get in the car . As gently as he could , he was stopped when he was opening the door . The latter looked nervous as he looked at him while bitting his lip .

" I had a good time , we should do it sometime again if you want or not ? "

" Yeah definitely.  I will text you now that I have your number . "

He was already a sucker for that smile that showed off his dimples . Smiling , he leans in to give a kiss on the cheeck but Robby stops him as the blonde leans to give him a quick peck on the mouth .

" Bye ! "

" Bye . " Walking back he couldn't help but look back and wave at the blonde when he  catches his eye . shit , he was totally blushing now .

....... ...... ... Robby Pov .......

Sam and Demetri both entered asking questions if he was really fine or in pain . once he assured them that he was alright , Demetri took it as a sign to tease him .

" We want all the info , cause we totally saw you , you slutty marshmallow ! "

Sidenote : Part 3 of the triple date , hope you guys like it . Also what would the ship name be Roug or Dobby . I like Roug ! . Side mentions of Lawrusso because why not . This was supposed to be Apocalypse / Zombie au but this ^^ was made at the thought of a triple date with the binary boyfriends .

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RP Meme from Netflix's "A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Reptile Room : Part One"

Woe is me. Woe is me.

The cry you're hearing is that of the broken-hearted crocodile. It is a rare species of reptile found in swampy regions that are particularly sad.

There is no reason for you to make yourself as miserable and melancholy as I am.

It had been a disaster. It had been a catastrophe.

It's ginger, I believe.

Well, this is perfect timing because I have just finished frosting this delicious coconut cream cake.

I don't like fancy titles unless they get me a discount at the movies.

Do you like going to the movies?

What is your favorite movie?

Would you like a piece of cake?

Well, that leaves one extra slice of cake.

I know. I'll eat it myself.

My screeching iguana clock does tend to startle some people. But then, so, of course, does the screeching iguana.

Frankly, that man ruffles my scales.

That is astonishing.

I can't believe your parents never told you about me.

I loved them dearly. Look, here's a picture of us.

Do you know what "herpetology" means?

Why, I'm so giddy having you here that I might as well be talking gibberish.

I am about to show you one of the most important scientific collections in the history of the world.

This door has been installed with top-of-the-line security system.

You can't get inside unless you have 19 keys, three combinations, two fingerprints and one optical scan.

Feel free to explore.

Can it really fly?

When it becomes absolutely overwhelming, it is useful to stop for a moment of contemplation, uh, with a cup of tea or some other powerful beverage.

Get the snake!

I told you we couldn't trust him.

You're laughing?

It's a misnomer. Do you know what that means?

Why would you give your own discovery the wrong name?

Payback for years of ridicule.

Are there any snakes in this room that are dangerous?

I have an entire cabinet full of venom samples from some of the most venomous snakes known to man. And woman.

The deepest secrets of the snake world can be found in these pages.

You are not only allowed, you are implored to read these books.

You know, I always wanted to have a family of my own.

Ah, thank you. I'm so grateful.

Well, I'm gonna go into town and pick up a few things that I like to keep in stock. Wasp repellent, canned peaches, a fireproof canoe.

What movie are we seeing?

I have a feeling there are many things that you're going to see that you've never heard of before.

Life is a conundrum of esoterica.

There we go. Come along.

Those hedges outside make up a labyrinth.

It's a mark of villainy.

Things aren't always as they seem.

Something strange is going on here.

You wouldn't dare.

Let's not discuss what I would or would not dare do.

Open this door!

We can't just stay here and wait for him to burst in and slaughter us.

He must have some scheme. I just don't know what it could be.

Well, that is an unusual and long-winded explanation.

Well, seems everything is settled, then.

Well, why don't you go upstairs and get yourself settled?

Are those suitcases alligator skin?

I really love reptiles

So, you see, there's nothing to be worried about.

I got all my shopping done and I even brought takeout for dinner.

I had no idea that our enemies would catch up to us so quickly.

It's clear now that I can't turn my back for a second.

He can wear as many lab coats as he wants, and present me with as many ridiculous papers as he wants, he's no more a lab assistant than I'm a three-mouth Brazilian waxed turtle.

A man that dastardly must be watched like a hawk.

That's all we're gonna do? Keep an eye on him?

I seem to have been very careless with the heavy glass reading lamp that was in my bedroom that fell out right when you were walking under it.

He wasn't being careless. He was being murderous.

I know what I'm doing.

I don't think I'll be joining tonight.

In all honesty, I prefer long-form television to the movies.

It's so much more convenient to consume entertainment

from the comfort of your own home.

Well, I insist you come.

I insist upon staying here.

With all due respect, I feel a little uncomfortable

I would like to make a brief phone call before we leave.

I don't know anything about mouth sores.

Oh! I love this song!

I just thought it might be nice to get out and see a movie.

I need more exciting things in my life. And I think it's because my life is boring.

I decided to treat myself to some popcorn because there is nothing exciting happening in my life at all.

Some popcorn actually sound delicious.

I get popcorn for me, for all of us. My treat.

Seventh row, right of center, that is the best place.

There's more to a movie than just a movie.

If the movie's in English, why are there English subtitles?

All the best movies have subtitles.

I'm watching the movie!

No! Where is your conscience?

You're a tasty treat

I promise this isn't goodbye.

Put on this warm scarf

You're blocking the screen!

Go that way.

I hope you didn't miss anything.

I think you-know-who is trying to send a you-know-what.

Is there anything else I should know?

You look handsome in that beard.

What did I miss?

Oh, boy, they're still singing.

I am going to need to excuse myself.

Pictures today. So violent.

Surely nothing can spoil this happy and festive occasion.

Well, that is where I shall bury you.

Things must be worse than we thought.

Well, wish me luck, old friend.

Whatever shall we do next?

It's been a long night and we have a very busy day tomorrow.

Did you enjoy the movie?

It was unusual.

Uh, it will require some further explanation.

I am your guardian.

It is my job and my delight, might I add, to keep you safe.

Do you think you can just waltz into my life, and the life of my children, and perpetuate this treachery?

You don't know my real name?

I don't need to know your real name.

Can you hear what they're saying?

You have found out my secret identity.

I've been outsmarted.

Now be gone.

I said be gone!

The authorities are on their way.

We are off to Peru.

It's a wonderful country

Well, once we disembark in Chimbote, you will have all the answers you need.

Well, it's a good thing I stocked up on peaches and canoes.

You never know when you might need to leave the country in a moment's notice.

First one to find one gets to name it.

We have a squidillion things to do tomorrow and a boat to catch.