#stop making him seem to forgive her dammit

[ellecdc]

A Man With a Plan.4

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

CW: brief mention of a sexual encounter (non-explicit)

The following week-and-a-half was both chaotic and painful for (likely everyone involved, but specifically for) Remus Moony Remus (& Moony).

Remus (under the watchful glare of one Sirius Orion Black) apologized to James for speaking so rudely to him, and to Peter for upsetting the room.

Pete was quick to forgive him, whilst James just asked, “are you ready to talk about it?”. Remus replied no, James said “talk to me when you are”, and the two haven’t spoken much since. 

The closer and closer Remus got to the full moon, the more incessant Moony became. Even if you weren’t around, Moony was whining after you. When you were around, Moony was begging for you. 

Remus, much to Moony and Sirius’s (never mind his own) chagrin, would hear your soft lilting voice moving down the hall speaking to James, and would quickly grab Amelia and find the closest broom closet. 

After the 3rd or 4th time, he was starting to look like a horny pre-teen who just discovered playboy magazines.

But while Amelia was on her knees and his hand was on the back of her head, he could muffle the howling and yipping of the angry wolf for at least the moment, and it felt like enough.

Until it wasn’t.

“Stop, stop.” He groaned as he pulled away from Amelia’s wandering hands. She looked quite lovely – flushed, slightly damp and pupils blown wide, but Remus couldn’t appreciate much of anything with the chorus of ‘Need, need, need, need. Mine, mine, mine, mine’ inside his mind.

“What is it, baby?” She cooed at him. Remus had to fight back a grimace at the nickname.

“I ca-I can’t do this right now.” He said, bringing his hand to his mouth; he suddenly felt queasy.

“Are you sure? I can be a good girl for you.” She purred.

“No.” he said as he flung the door to the broom closet and nearly collided with you.

Dammit, how were you everywhere!?

“Oh, hello Remus! Are you alright?” You asked him.

Mine. 

Remus could only let out a keening sound in response – hand still pressed to his mouth.

Your eyes seemed to flit around his being – not actually looking at him but around him as your mouth pinched in concern.

“No, not alright at all.” You answered your own question, speaking more to yourself than anything. 

“Rem?” Amelia said as she rubbed his back and spotted you in front of him.

“Oh, L/N,” Amelia said with a chuckle. Remus felt his hackles rise immediately. “Your aura looks wonderful today.” 

Her voice was filled with contempt, but your eyes never left Remus’ form. 

“Here,” you said to Remus as you began to dig through your book bag. You missed the ‘tosser’ that Amelia threw your way, but Remus didn’t.

Moony wanted her dead.

“This should help, Remus. It’s mallowsweet, shrivlefig juice, powdered moonstone, and rosewater. I think it’s just what you need.”

Your voice was so soft and sweet, and Moony was so quiet while you spoke. Remus almost wanted to tell you to forget the vial you were offering as he felt his migraine lifting just from listening to you talk.

Remus might as well have been a puppet as he raised his hand to take the vial from you – he didn’t even know what this concoction was for, but if you kept looking at him like that? He’d drink forty of them.

You dropped the vial into his palm, keeping your fingers to yourself as if you were somehow aware he was afraid to touch you.

“I hope you feel better, Remus.” You breathed softly, parting from him with a gentle smile as you floated back down the hallway.

“Gods, she is such an airhead.”

Remus suddenly understood James a little bit better.

“Amelia,” he started as he turned to stare daggers at the girl, “don’t make fun of my friends.”

And he stalked off down the hall, opposite the way you’d just went.

It was Thursday evening, and there were only two more nights until the full. Remus sat at the table with his head in his hands as he tried to swallow against his gag reflex.

Amelia Bones was staring daggers at him from the Hufflepuff table, but it was you, speaking so sweetly to James across from him, that had his heart beating like a hummingbird in his chest.

Mine, pack! Pack! Pack! Mine, pack. 

Remus mentally grabbed The Wolf by the scruff, causing a pitiful whine and quiet whimpering to follow. He was too tired and too close to the full for this.

James was speaking animatedly to you about the niffler’s from class today, but Remus Moony could tell your mind was elsewhere.

“One moment, Jamie.” You said quietly to your friend as you began to walk away. Suddenly, you were standing behind Moony Remus.

“Excuse me, Peter. Would you mind terribly if I sat here?” You asked sweetly, pointing to the sliver of bench between the two of them. Sirius’ eyes flew to meet Remus’ from his spot across from him.

“Oh! Uhm, no, Y/N, not at all.” Peter agreed as he moved to create a space for you beside Remus.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you were suddenly sat between Remus and Peter, directly across from James who was placed beside Sirius. 

Remus felt his shoulders sag in immediate relief to have you so close to him. Horrifyingly, he felt tears spring to his eyes. He tucked his chin into his chest, knowing Sirius’ gaze hadn’t left him.

You pushed your ankle up against Remus’ as you continued discussing the pilfering little creatures from your class with James as the first tear fell. 

He wanted to be angry. But he couldn’t bring himself to.

He wanted to resent you. But he couldn’t bring himself to.

Because you were kind and sweet and understanding and patient. And he was the monster.

And somehow, you knew all of that. And yet, you sat here, beside him, and offered him what little comfort you could.

Remus was fucked.

You were at the quidditch game Friday evening. Gryffindor was playing Slytherin, so you appeared to be present only to cheer on James.

It was sweet.

Remus was fucked.

Amelia came too, which pissed Remus off seeing as Hufflepuff wasn’t playing either, but it gave him the chance to not sit there staring at the space beside you wishing he was selfish enough to take it.

Her company wasn’t as nice as yours, but Remus supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers.

The weather kind of sucked – it wasn’t raining but the air was thick with fog and mist, and visibility was low. Remus wasn’t sure how the players managed between the mist, the wind on their brooms, and their sweat, but the game raged on.

“Wait, so the little braids that you find on horses randomly...” Peter asked you from a few bleachers below Remus.

Remus kept his eyes on the players he could make out through the fog and pretended he wasn’t listening to your conversation.

“Yes, those are nargles. They appear at night and twist the hairs of horses or unicorns to create stirrups and leads so that they can ride them. It’s important you don’t undo them, though, as nargles may become frustrated that they have to redo their work. They are also more likely to return to ride your horse again instead of outright taking them for their own if you respect their work. Tricky little thieves, they are.”

“Huh.” Pete offered brightly. Remus smiled widely to himself. “Well, I suppose they also look pretty in the horse’s hair. Might as well leave ‘em.”

Remus felt a warmth radiating in his chest. He couldn’t see either of you as he kept his gaze on the game, but he could clearly picture your kind and airy smile, and how Peter had his body turned to you to ensure you had his full intention.

Moony loved it too.

Pack. Good. Good. Good. PaCk GooD. 

Remus began to think maybe he could handle this. Maybe he could keep you here, sort of at arm’s length but still within his reach. Maybe he could accept you as a friend and...pack member if that’s what Moony insisted on calling you.

Maybe this didn’t need to be all or nothing, maybe this could just be...

But Remus’ train of thought stopped as Moony began raging within his mind. Remus started to panic, thinking maybe he miscalculated the next full moon; he’s not been wrong about a moon once in his entire life, but fuck, stranger things have happened.

He looked to the sky, and even through the fog, Remus could tell the moon was nowhere near risen. He was also very sure the full moon was tomorrow night.

“Look out!” A player shouted from the pitch as Remus spotted a very large ball careening its way over...straight for you.

Mine. Mine. Mine MINE MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE.

Remus’ mind went blank as he stood from his place. Suddenly, he was standing in front of you as the ball hit him in the middle of his back. He grunted in mild discomfort, but it was far less damage than what could have been had it made contact with your face.

Your face, which was looking up at Remus with your mouth parted in gentle surprise, and your eyes searching his person.

“Remus! Are you alright, mate?” Peter cried in shock.

The whistle sounded on the pitch as players flew their way over to the Gryffindor benches to retrieve the ball. 

“Yeah, Pete, I’m fine. Doesn’t hurt that bad.” He offered, though his eyes never left yours.

“Moony, what the fuck was that?!” Sirius called from his broom.

“What was what? Aren’t you players supposed to aim the ball at each other?” He snarked back.

“Mate,” Pete whispered to him, “you apparated.”

He...he apparated!?

Hogwarts had ancient magical wards lining the school grounds and castles. One such ancient ward was an anti-apparition ward. No one should be able to apparate in or out.

Ignoring all of that, however...7th years still hadn’t been taught how to apparate yet.

Well...Remus didn’t know what to say about that. So instead, he asked “are you alright?”

You looked between him and his right shoulder for a moment before nodding. “Yes, Remus. Thank you. I’m very sorry about all of this.”

But before he could say - oh, that’s okay, or that’s not necessary, or even what the hell are you apologizing for? - you were out of your seat and leaving the stands.

“What did you say to her?” James barked at Remus from his broom beside Sirius, glare turning stormy.

“Nothing mate,” Sirius answered for him, “he just asked if she was alright.”

“Was she?” James asked, eyes softening slightly.

“Yeah, she’s okay.” Remus answered.

James seemed to analyze Remus’ face before offering him a curt nod and flying back to the centre of the pitch. 

“McGonagall’s going to be so pissed if you broke those wards, mate.” Peter muttered as the game resumed.

Sure, Remus thought, let’s focus on that. 

McGonagall was kind of pissed about the wards, but she told Remus it was but a minor tear within the grid and may be repairable. 

Seeing as the burst of accidental magic was...well...accidental (and lunar in nature, though he figured it was best they all ignored that little fact for the time being), he was off the hook for the damage.

He was the victim of relentless torment, however.

“Lord Rem, are you reading ahead to make the rest of us look bad?” Lily smirked from her place in the Gryffindor common room. 

Remus groaned into his book as he pulled it to the face.

“It was an accident.” He muttered miserably.

“Sure. Just watch your back, Lupin; I’m still top of the class.” She fired at him with a smirk.

The common room continued thinning out until it was only Lily and James playing wizards chess, Sirius and Peter playing exploding snap, and Remus trying to read his book as his muscles and joints swelled and groaned under the pull of the moon. Tomorrow night, and then he’d be free for the rest of the cycle.

Well, not free, seeing as now he was also plagued by you.

Suddenly, the group of five could hear the portrait of the Fat Lady screeching at someone in the hall.

“I will do no such thing; I am not a secretary” the muffled voice spat.

Sirius and Remus shared a confused look before the former stood and made his way to the portrait hole. 

“Reggie?” Sirius asked quietly as the portrait swung open to reveal the form of his younger brother.

“Uhm, hi, Sirius. I... I was wondering if Potter was here?”

Sirius’ head reared back slightly as he blinked over at James.

“Uhm...yes? He is.” 

Regulus sighed. “May I speak to him?”

Sirius slowly moved aside and gestured for Regulus to come in.

“Hello Regulus.” James said politely, looking bemusedly at Sirius for a brief moment before standing.

“Potter. My apologies for the...intrusion. But I’m wondering if you’ve seen Y/N.”

Remus’ book fell into his lap as he sat straight in his chair, hands gripping the arm rests. Remus had heard from Sirius (who heard from James) that you and Regulus were quite close. This at least explained why Remus’ friends and yours had never intertwined before.

“No, no. Not since the game, why?”

Regulus sighed again as he grimaced. “She’s not in her dorms. One of her dormmates asked me where she went – apparently, she told them it was important for her to be ‘away from the castle’ for the weekend. I was hoping you knew where she went.”

Remus ran up to the Marauder’s dorm room and accio’d the Marauder’s Map. He scanned the parchment and, sure enough, you were nowhere to be found. He double, triple and quadruple checked to no avail. 

You were nowhere to be found on castle grounds.

Continue to chapter five here.

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[normal-internet-user]

RoTTMNT Donnie x reader with

🍰: "You're my new pillow."

And

🌩: "Just leave me alone!"

Good choices Anon! These are my two favorites!

GROUCHY DARLING

♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡

Summary: You're a bit grumpy, but Donnie knows how to fix that<3

Warnings: Nah

Requested: Mhm!

GN Reader!

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"Darling, please stop pouting... I swear I'll make it up to you." Donnie begs, sighing lowly as you avoid looking at him.

"You cannot undo what has been done." You state, crossing your arms with a low frown.

"It was one episode, dove-" He starts, but you cut him of with a dramtic flourish of your hand,

"One episode too many. We swore not to watch it without eachother, Donnie! Just leave me alone." You say, sulking over to the couch to continue your pouting somewhere comfy.

You had caught her boyfriend in the guilty act of watching your guys' show without you, granted, it was only one episode, but how many more would it have led too if he hadn't been caught?

Simply and truely unforgivable!

Well. Not really, but you were going to draw this out.

Donnie groans, making his way to stand infront of you he rest his hands on your knees, leaning down so you're face to face.

"I'm sorry, dove." He says, frowning, "Please don't be mad at me."

Dammit he's good. Oh well, forgivness is a virtue.

"Promise you won't do it again?" you ask softly, trying to keep a dead serious face.

"Promise." Donnie answers, mimicing your serious tone before his face splits into a grin. He kisses your cheek before, gently motioning for you to scoot, "Now move over, I want to finish this episode."

You hum, scooting over and snatching the remote, "We have to restart it, I missed half the episode."

Donnie groans, laying ontop of you with his head on your chest, "Fine. I suppose that's fair enough." He grumbles.

You giggle, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, but Donnie seemed to take that as an escape attempt.

"Don't move." He mumbles, glancing up at you before focusing back on the screen, "You're my pillow now."

"Oh really?" You ask amused.

He nods, wrapping his arms tight around you, "Yeah, now shush. Pillows don't talk, dear."

"My mistake."

"Shhhhhh."

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Short and sweet! My favorite kind! 😋

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Comparing You to Their Ex-Girlfriend

Featuring Osamu

Osamu Miya x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, arguing, under appreciation, mentions of ex’s, mentions of alcohol, Atsumu being the voice of reason 😵‍💫

AN: I’ve been wanting to continue this series for a while and I figured who better than our favorite Twin, Osamu 🥰

*Atsumu fans please don’t come for me, I adore him I promise 🥺

You and Osamu had been dating for a little over a year and what a year it’s been. Filled with tons of highs and equal lows, you and Osamu had navigated it all together.

When you’d first met Osamu, he had just opened his first Onigiri shop and things were hectic, but you somehow made it work. You’d visit him whenever you could, stop by to support his business and even stay late helping him clean up after close. You were the epitome of a perfect girlfriend and yet, sometimes it felt as if your good deeds went unnoticed.

You knew Osamu didn’t purposely ignore you, he was just busy being a business owner. The stresses of the early mornings and equally long days were hard on him. Still, you wished he’d occasionally throw a “thank you” or a “what would I do without you babe” your way. Nevertheless, you continued to thanklessly help your boyfriend whenever and wherever you could.

On one particularly busy Friday night, you swung by the shop to help Osamu close up, excited that he was leaving the shop in the care of his valued employees so you could spend so much needed quality time together. You pushed open the door, announcing your arrival as you did most everyday, only this time, you were not met with your usual chipper boyfriend.

“I’m here!” You shouted, the door sitting behind you as you placed your coat and purse on the coat rack besides the door, a welcome addition to the cozy little shop. The kitchen door slammed open as Osamu immediately started in on you.

“Dammit Yn you are so late! What took you so long? I’ve been cleaning all by myself!” He shouted as you looked at him, a bit taken aback by his hostile attitude.

“Geez Mr. Grumpy, I’m sorry I’m late but the train was packed, and I had to wait for the next one. I did text you,” you clarified, walking over to the counter as Osamu huffed and turned heading back into the kitchen as you followed.

“Well, I sent everyone home early because I assumed you were coming to help me, but I guess I shouldn’t have because I pretty much did everything myself,” he growled as you stood by the kitchen sink, eyes narrowed on your unusually hostile partner. He was never this mean, never this rude to you.

“Samu, I said I was sorry, ok? Geez it’s not like I don’t come and help you every day after I work a full 8 hours. I even take the train opposite my normal station just to be here to help,” you recalled, trying to keep your cool. Surely something had happened today to warrant this.

“You act like I’m forcing you to be here Yn! Like I’m making you help me out with my store!” Osamu exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were done being patient and forgiving.

“I never said that Samu! I offer to help you and I’m always glad to help but you don’t need to yell at me especially when you can’t even spare a thank you half the time for all that I do for you!” You roared, pissed off that he seemed to be blaming you for the free help you offered him.

“Don’t act like you're such a saint Yn! You weren’t here through any of the hard stuff like Amy was! Now she was a real saint!” Osamu hissed as your eyes widened and you took a step back.

Amy was Osamu’s ex-girlfriend and someone you had always felt inferior too. When you had met Osamu, he had told you about how Amy had left him shortly after opening his restaurant, stating that he never had time for her. Osamu was a broken man when you met him, and you worked to help pick up the pieces. He worked long hours, sometimes 7 days a week just to avoid being alone. When you came into the picture, that all changed as you helped him manage his store and make time for himself, cherishing every small moment you had with him.

Tears welled in your eyes as you stood tall, your eyes locking with Osamu’s as you spoke, “Well if Amy’s such a saint, then why don’t you call her up and ask her to come help you close shop because I’m done!”

You pushed open the kitchen door, quickly moving to grab your purse and coat as you swiftly left Onigiri Miya. Osamu stood still as a statue, his mind flooded with guilt as the words he had spoken to you rang over and over in his mind. He snapped from his stunned state, running to the door as he made his way outside to try and catch you.

“YN!! YN!” He shouted, the streets flooded with people as he looked all around for you, only you weren’t answering him, you weren’t there.

You cried as you walked to the train station, your vision blurred from the mascara that flooded your eyes and cheeks. You sat down on the train, pulling your phone out and calling Atsumu.

Your relationship with Atsumu had been relatively strong since he visited his brother's restaurant often with his teammates. You valued Atsumu’s opinion no matter how idiotic it might be at times. The phone rang as you waited for the star setter to answer his phone.

“Hey YN, what’s up?” Atsumu cheered as your voice broke, and you started crying harder.

“A-Atsumu,” you agonized over the phone as the atmosphere of your phone call suddenly changed.

“YN! What the hell? Are you ok? Where’s Osamu?!” He shouted as you began crying harder, surely clearing the entire train car with your blubbering.

“I-I think Osamu is still in love with Amy!” You cried harder, a sigh escaping Atsumu before he spoke.

“Trouble in paradise? I always told you that you were too good for him Yn, but I’m confused, why do you think he’s still in love with that squealing pig? She left him!”

“He-he told me that I’m not as good as she was and that-that I’m not supportive like she w-was,” you responded, snot now running down your nose as you wiped it on your coat sleeve, not even caring how you looked.

“YN, Samu can be a jerk sometimes, trust me but he loves you. There’s no way he would go back to Amy after all the shit you do for him.”

“Well, he never acknowledges all the help I give him, nor does he ever say thank you!” You shouted back as Atsumu sighed again, rubbing his temple.

“Samu adores you YN and he always brags to me how you come after work to help him and how you stay super late just to make sure he gets out at a decent time. He really does appreciate you Yn,” Atsumu countered as you rolled your eyes, frowning angrily that Osamu bragged to everyone about how you helped him but yet never seemed able to spare a single word of appreciation.

“Yeah, well now he’s going to have to figure it out himself because I’m done! And don’t try to talk me out of it Atsumu, your brother is such a fucking asshole!”

“Hey Yn, you ain’t telling me anything new. I’ve been telling people he’s an asshole for 20 some years!”

You talked with Atsumu for a few more minutes before arriving at your home station. You bid him a farewell as you made your way home, swinging by the connivence store to grab booze and drink snacks to drown your sorrows.

Osamu locked up his shop, his mind elsewhere as he made his way back to his apartment. He had been on autopilot since you’d run out, the words he spoke continuously looping in his mind. How could he have said those things? He no longer harbored any feelings for Amy and hadn’t for a long time. He knew shortly after he met you that you were the one for him. You were just as devoted to his dream as he was, and you were always so happy to help him in any way you could.

His phone rang as he entered his apartment. He was hoping it was you but instead he was greeted by the annoying picture of his twin brother flashing on the screen.

“What?” Osamu growled, answering his phone as he heard a chuckle coming from the receiver.

“Messed up big time didn’t ya?” Atsumu laughed as Osamu grew more annoyed by the second.

“What the hell did you call for?” Osamu hissed back as Atsumu cleared his throat, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Just wondering how you're going to make it up to her. You really did it this time man. She called me completely heartbroken from the train station,” Atsumu responded as Osamu felt his chest tighten. Sure, he had felt like a jerk before but now he felt like a complete asshole.

“What do I do Sumu? I love her and I really fucked up this time. I brought up Amy which was a fucking low blow and I know it. Worst of all, YN is a million times more supportive than Amy ever was,” Osamu acknowledged, sitting on the stool at his kitchen counter.

“We’ll have you told Yn that?” Atsumu asked as Osamu played with a pen on the table.

“Told Yn what?”

“God you really are an idiot! And here everyone thought I was the stupid one! Have you told Yn how much you appreciate everything she does for you? How she comes after working all day to help you clean up? Or how she makes sure you get out at a decent time? Or even how she stands outside advertising your stupid new onigiri recipes that sometimes taste like absolute garbage?”

Osamu paused, looking up and staring at the picture of the two of you outside of Onigiri Miya. It was one of the first pictures you’d had taken together, and it was right after whirlwind sales day. His mind tried to recall all the times he had thanked you and all the things he had done to show his appreciation. His mind came up blank.

“Fuck! Fuck I haven’t even told her thank you once!” Osamu shouted, grabbing his keys and running from his apartment to the street below.

“Damn not even once Samu? And people say you’re the nice twin?”

“Shut up ya idiot!” Osamu snapped as Atsumu chuckled.

“Go make it up to your girl, ok? But remember who saved your relationship! I want an Onigiri named after me!”

Osamu ignore his brother as he quickly hung up the phone and ran to the station, tapping his feet as he waited for the train to arrive. Thankfully it wasn’t busy as he boarded and waited for your stop.

He ran from the train, booking it across the city as he made his way to your apartment. He took the steps two at a time as he pounded on your door, out of breath as he waited for your answer.

The door opened slightly, your eyes narrowing on his as you slammed the door right in his stupidly handsome face. Alright he definitely deserved that.

“YN please! Please baby- please just listen to me. I know you hate me, and you have every right too. I was a completely selfish jerk, and I said some awful things to you. I’ve taken advantage of all your help and kindness, and I haven’t even bothered to once acknowledge it. The truth is that you’ve done way more for me than anyone ever has, even Atsumu. You loved and supported me and never once complained about it,” he breathed out, tears welling in his eyes as he continues,” I know I don’t deserve you YN but please just know that I love you and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”

Behind the door, your eyes flooded with tears again as you listened to his words. You loved Osamu more than anything and while his words stung, you knew he said them out of anger. While it still didn’t make it right, he had come all this way to apologize so the least you could do was hear him out. You turned around, opening the door as you peeked at him, his beautiful eyes meeting yours.

“What you said hurt Samu. It gutted me when you brought her up,” you cried as Osamu deflated. He knew what he said stung. He hadn’t met for his anger to get out of control like that. He knew he had to fix this.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for bringing her up Yn. I don’t have any excuse for what I said. Amy never gave me what you give me. She never supported my dream like you do and that’s why I love you so much Yn. You’re it for me,” he whispered as your eyes again flooded with tears and you opened the door, pulling him into an embrace.

“I love you too Samu and I’ve only ever wanted to see you happy. I love helping you and I don’t need praise all the time but sometimes it would be nice,” you responded as he pulled you in right, holding you close as if you would disappear if he were to let go.

“I can do that Yn, I can definitely do that.”

[taesnix]

hear me out: Connor and Mitchell but have their first proper interaction be going on a quest (3rd quester is Lou Ellen because I need more Lou Ellen + Hermes kids shenanigans content) to retrieve a special conch shell that requires the cunning and craftiness of a Hermes and Hecate kid and a connection to the sea that only an Aphrodite kid has. Percy offers them a few pointers on sailing but after that, they're on their own.

not sure what exactly the quest would entail but at one point they stop by a port town and Connor steals a bunch of pearls from an extractor. Mitchell reasonably panics a bit when he finds out because oh gods barely a day in and he already has to charmspeak someone into forgiving and forgetting them but Lou Ellen discovers that the extractor was doing detrimental damage to the sea life, so not being able to profit off of the pearls and harming the business is actually perfectly alright in her books.

Connor: perfectly alright, you say?

Lou Ellen: yeah, why allow some assholes to make money off of animal abuse?

Mitchell, seeing the glint in both of their eyes get brighter: ... sigh. Fine, I guess we can fit ruining their operation in today's itinerary.

They go haywire. Lou Ellen works the mist to give them more cover than usual, allowing Connor to have his fun completely messing with the extractors by setting up (relatively) harmless traps and stealing a little more with each passing second, while Mitchell distracts and deflects any concerns the extractors have

One of the extractors: oh, uh, yes! I can definitely show you where we keep the metal pliers, it's somewhere in the back. Let me just—wait, where the hell are my keys?

Mitchell, leaning in heavy with charmspeak: I think you left them near the back door, right? We can just go there now.

Exactor guy: ... yeah, of course. I always do that, easy access you know? Follow me.

And when they reach the door, Lou Ellen knocks him out and Connor unlocks it, a silver set of keys appearing in his hand seemingly out of nowhere. He winks when he catches Mitchell staring.

The rest of the quest follows pretty much the same: with one of them getting sidetracked and the others jumping in to "have a little fun", as Connor likes to put it. They eventually find the conch shell and return to camp, a little wounded but a whole lot closer.

As soon as Connor is let out of the infirmary, he dashes to the Hephaestas cabin. Mitchell is curious, but no one seems to know anything. Lou Ellen just cackles like a madman when she hears. "Ha, he was so antsy for most of the quest. Glad he's able to do something about it now."

Mitchell has no idea what on earth she's talking about, which takes him more off guard than he'd ever thought it would. Because he really believed that him and Connor had become close friends after everything they'd gone through. And surely, he would’ve known if Connor had something else going on. But apparently not. And Lou Ellen did.

And so what if it makes something burn in his chest? To know that Connor is keeping something from him when he thought they'd passed that hurdle long ago. To have that one conversation under the stars, afloat at sea, just drifting calmly and releasing their worries to the wind, that meant so much to him, not hold that same weight?

So what if he had feelings for Connor?

Mitchell doesn't sulk, because an Aphrodite kid will always retain most of their pride in the face of rejection, dammit. Connor seems to be—not avoiding him, but a little distant than he'd grown familiar with, and it hurts a bit. He can admit that.

It isn't until a few days later that there's a tentative tap on his shoulder after lunch and Mitchell turns around to see none other than Connor Stoll with a face so red, Mitchell is genuinely concerned he's going to pass out.

Mitchell: Connor? Are you okay? You look like you're going to explode or something.

Connor, fiddling with something in his pocket: ah ha ha, um, well. I have—something. For you.

Mitchell, completely taken aback: what? For me?

Connor: yeah, I— uh, I had to ask Nyssa for some help and then I had to go steal—I mean, borrow another one of yours because I wasn't sure how many to use and Nyssa wouldn't stop teasing me even though it had to fit perfectly—but t-the point is! This is for you.

And carefully, he pulls his hand out from his pocket and opens it. Laying gently in the center of his palm is a pearl bracelet. It's beautiful.

Mitchell: wait, are those...?

Connor, fingers tapping restlessly and somehow blushing harder than before: the pearls I stole on the first day? Yeah. I saw them on that boat when we were pulling up to the harbour and I just—

He pauses to let out a low, quiet breath, as though steeling himself.

Connor: I noticed your weren't wearing your favourite bracelet when we left for the quest and Lou Ellen told me that it took some damage from the lava wall the other day and you were heartbroken about it— so, I figured... well, you deserve something as beautiful as you.

And Mitchell is just speechless. His heart is pounding so loud and he melts on the spot because it's the sweetest thing he's ever heard and Connor is the sweetest person ever and gods, it was all for him?

Both of their hands are shaking as Connor helps Mitchell with the bracelet's clasp. And of course, it fits perfectly. Snug but not tight, a comfortable weight like it had been there all along.

Connor begins to pull away but Mitchell grabs his hand properly before he can. With hesitant maneuvering, Mitchell interlocks their fingers. The pearl bracelet subtlety reflects the light from the sun, making it look like it's glowing between them. Mitchell softly gazes at Connor, who tentatively matches his smile.

Mitchell: I love it, I really do. Thank you so much, Connor.

Connor: I'm, I'm really glad you do.

Mitchell: I want to take you somewhere. Follow me?

Connor: of course, anywhere.

So Mitchell leads Connor to his favourite spot near the strawberry fields, where there's enough shade under the sturdy tree but still bright and alive with the sun. Somewhere where they can once more lie down and hear the distant waves, free to drift off calmly and release their feelings and dreams, not just worries, to the winds, side by side.

They run into Lou Ellen on their way there. She takes one look at their intertwined hands, the new bracelet around Mitchell's wrist, and she lets out a triumphant whoop!

Lou Ellen: oh let's GO!!! Connor Stoll, bless your little heart, Cecil owes me 10 drachmas now!

Mitchell: huh, so I'm guessing you knew about this?

Lou Ellen: Mitchell, sweetheart. Every time you looked away, he had the worst case of lovesick puppy eyes I've ever seen. I thought it was bad at camp but this guy was clearly holding back. And I had to put up with Solangelo getting their shit together first-hand.

Connor: wh— I— wait. Did Cecil bet against me? Also...Solangelo?

Lou Ellen: Will and Nico, their last names. And Cecil didn't think you'd ever get the guts to properly talk to Mitchell after the quest, never mind enough to give him the bracelet. I, on the other hand, am familiar with what the sheer powers of long time pining can do. Also, having to stare into each other's eyes for like, 5 minutes while holding the conch shell pretty much sealed the deal.

Connor and Mitchell, now BOTH bright red:

Lou Ellen, snapping her fingers with a wild grin: hang on! Connor, Mitchell, conch shell... holy shit maybe this was fate.

And that, folks, is how Conchell came to be.

[clangenrising]

Month 10 - Leafbare

Scorch was antsy. The world seemed to be both slipping out of her reach and closing in all around her at the same time. 

Ever since Nightfrost’s funeral, Yarrowshade hadn’t so much as tried to speak to her outside of what was necessary for patrols. A guilty voice in the back of her head said, “this is your fault. You drove him away.” She tried to shrug it off. If she had managed to drive him away so easily then she didn’t need him in her life anyway. Still, her heart sank every time his gaze found her and then moved immediately away. 

After Russetfrond had returned with the news of the mouse tail, new evidence of Razor’s hunters had come in every day. Paw prints in the snow came up to the border but almost never crossed it. They left bits of prey where it could be found, never more than a mouthful but enough to make the point clear - he was going to starve the Clans out until they either gave in to his demands or became weak enough that he could take what he wanted by force. 

She had seen him do it before on a smaller scale. He would forbid cats from sharing food with an individual until they came to him on their bellies begging for forgiveness. It always worked, without fail, and seeing someone suffer like that was a good incentive for other cats to stay on his good side, her included. 

It was only a matter of time before he came scratching at their door, so to speak, and it made her want to head for the hills. If she left in the night, how far could she make it before sunrise? No… She would surely freeze, and that, she told herself, was the only reason she didn’t go. 

Goldenstar crossed the camp towards her and she almost laughed at herself. What a pathetic liar you are.

“Hey,” Goldenstar said, “You doing alright?” Goldenstar seemed nervous, which she had been ever since Scorch had stormed off and come back to camp late at night. It was like she’d been walking on eggshells, afraid that if she said the wrong thing Scorch would storm off again and never come back. Given her prior train of thought, Scorch supposed it wasn’t an unrealistic assumption, but still, it was a little annoying. She almost preferred Razor’s heavy-pawed attempts to keep eyes on her over whatever this was - at least that she understood and could anticipate. 

“I’m fine,” she shrugged. “A bit restless.” 

“Do you want to go hunting?” Goldenstar offered, chewing her lip. Scorch managed to keep her expression impassive but the nervousness was starting to irritate her. 

��I suppose,” she said, glancing away. Goldenstar shuffled awkwardly. What had happened to her? Scorch had no idea what had transformed the brash and careless cat who had welcomed her into such a simpering kit but she didn’t like it. She really hoped it had nothing to do with her connection to Razor. Surely, Goldenstar wasn’t trying to avoid his wrath by treading carefully with her. 

“Um, okay,” Goldenstar said after a beat. “I was thinking we could try the creek, see if there’s anything around.” 

Scorch sighed and stretched, arching her tail over her head with a disinterested yawn. “Sure, why not. Maybe we’ll see a single bird.” Goldenstar gave a breathy laugh and Scorch barely stopped herself from frowning. Ugh, why was she being so insufferable? 

“Hopefully we’ll catch more than that,” said Goldenstar as they started out of camp. 

“We’ll have to see,” shrugged Scorch. “I’d hate to have to fight Fogkit for my evening meal.” Goldenstar laughed again, this time more genuinely, and Scorch allowed herself to smile. 

“Yeah,” she said, “we’d all starve! That Fogkit could take the whole Clan on single-pawed.” Scorch huffed a laugh through her nose and tried to pretend that things were normal again. 

“We could outwit her, I think,” she said. “Our brains together, she wouldn’t stand a chance.” 

“Yeah,” Goldenstar said with that same breathy laugh and Scorch’s smile faded. Dammit. Sighing, she turned her face forward to focus on the cold ground ahead of her. The snow had mostly melted except for where it laid in shadow or had fallen particularly thickly and the world was a stretch of ugly brown grass and frozen mud which did nothing to help her sour mood. 

Goldenstar fell quiet, possibly sensing her annoyance, and, for a moment, Scorch wanted to apologize but she killed that thought immediately. Goldenstar was the one being weird, why should she feel bad for being rightfully upset? 

For a while they walked in silence until Goldenstar spoke up again. “Uh, hey. I’m sorry.” 

“What for?” Scorch glanced at her with an aloof lift of her brows. 

“Uh, I don’t know,” Goldenstar laughed nervously. “For being weird? I can’t help but feel like you’re mad at me.” 

Scorch briefly considered denying it but decided she didn’t have the energy. “I mean, a bit yeah. You keep acting like you’re afraid you’ll upset me. It’s annoying.” She ignored the fact that  she had done the same thing for months. At least she had the good sense to try and hide it. 

“Oh,” Goldenstar winced. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

“Why?” Scorch asked. 

“Huh?” 

Scorch shook her head with another sigh. “Why have you been acting so weird? Is it because I’m not talking to Yarrowshade?”

“No,” Goldenstar shook her head, “although you probably should.” 

“He seems content to forget about me,” Scorch rolled her eyes.

“Maybe,” Goldenstar said, “But I think he’s just being an idiot.” 

“Him?” Scorch feigned disbelief. “No…” 

Goldenstar laughed and said, “I know, I know, but it's true. He tends to deal with his problems by pretending they don’t exist.” 

“I see,” Scorch hummed. “I didn’t realize I had become one of his problems.” 

Goldenstar blushed and hurriedly tried to say, “Oh, I didn’t mean-” 

Scorch cut her off. “I know what you meant. It was a joke.” 

“Oh.” Goldenstar blushed harder. “Sorry.” Scorch sighed under her breath and flicked an ear to dismiss the topic. She couldn’t find the energy to come up with a verbal response. Goldenstar continued, “But also, I told him to give you some space and I think he’s taking it the wrong way.” 

“Why did you say that?” Scorch tilted her head, intrigued. 

“He explained that you were upset that he chose Nightfrost over you and I told him to just give you some time.” 

“He said that?” Scorch frowned skeptically. 

“Well… Not exactly.” Goldenstar winced. “He said you were ignoring him and he didn’t know why but when he described when it started I kind of put the pieces together.” That revelation made Scorch’s chest tighten. She hadn’t realized Goldenstar could read her so accurately. It made sense but it still made her uncomfortable in her own skin, like someone had suddenly torn away the cardboard box she was hiding behind, leaving her exposed on the cold, empty street. 

“Mm,” was all she said. 

“He cares a lot about you,” Goldenstar tried gently. “He didn’t realize he was being asked to choose, you know.”

Scorch’s ear twitched. “The choices we make unconsciously are often the most revealing.” 

“And sometimes they aren’t actual choices,” Goldenstar said. “Not everything is all or nothing. Yarrowshade loved Nightfrost and he loves you. Those things can both be true at once.” 

Scorch found anger building in her jaw. “I don’t recall asking for a lecture, Goldie.” 

“Sorry,” Goldenstar sighed. “I just hate to see you two fighting.” 

“So don’t watch,” Scorch said. 

“It’s not that simple,” Goldenstar said with characteristic stubbornness. “What am I supposed to do when you decide that I have to choose between you and Yarrowshade? Or you and Russetfrond? Am I supposed to abandon my friends to make you happy?” 

“Maybe,” Scorch shrugged, feeling contrary. She knew that was unreasonable but so what? Maybe she wanted to hear someone would choose her over another every time! Was that so selfish? 

Definitionally, said the voice in her head. 

Fine, she thought back, maybe I’m selfish, then. 

“You don’t really think that,” Goldenstar said and Scorch felt like she was hoping saying it would make it true. 

“So what if I do?” she said, quickening her stride. “Does that make me a monster?”

“No,” Goldenstar said, keeping pace, “I just feel like you would be upset if I asked you to do the same.”

“Then you don’t really know me,” Scorch said. “If you asked me to choose between two people I would choose myself every time.” 

“Scorch…” Goldenstar murmured. 

“I always have,” she pressed on. “Just ask your precious ‘Aldertail’. I am nothing if not consistent.” 

She didn’t know why she was saying this. Her throat was starting to tighten in anticipatory grief, almost like her body was trying to stop her voice from reaching Goldenstar’s ears. Still she continued for some reason. Maybe, she thought, this would be the last straw and Goldenstar would finally show Scorch exactly who she would choose. At least then she would know the truth, be able to be confident that she wasn’t being lied to. 

“People can change,” Goldenstar said, leaning closer. “I’ve always believed that.” 

Scorch laughed in her face. “You have no idea how little you know, Goldie. Cats don’t change.” 

“They can,” Goldenstar pressed, her eyes painfully compassionate. “If given a reason to, they can decide to be different. To be better.” 

“Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree,” Scorch said tersely. “Look, there’s the creek.” Goldenstar turned to spot the little trickle of water running between a few small trees and sighed in defeat. Scorch grinned triumphantly but the victory was hollow. She couldn’t help but wish Goldenstar was right. Sadly, she knew the truth. She could not change just like Ghost could not change, just like Razor could not change. They were creatures of habit, all of them. 

We deserve each other, she thought bitterly. 

Without another word, the two of them split off to go hunting along the creek bed. It was unpleasant work, especially in places where the mud was less frozen than expected and squelched in between her freezing toes. 

Goldenstar managed to catch a vole and Scorch felt sick when she turned around to grin proudly at her before she remembered their argument and the smile fell off her face. It’s alright! she wanted to say, Forgive me for what I said! Please love me again! Some prideful stubbornness kept her lips sealed. 

She wandered southward along the creek, her mouth open to the scents of water plants and little beasts. Yarrowshade and Barleypaw had been here recently, Sagetooth and Pantherhaze sometime before then. She turned away from the creek, towards the EarthClan border, hoping to find a space free from reminders of her Clanmates. 

“Hey, don’t go too far!” Goldenstar called but she didn’t listen. She wanted to be alone. Maybe Goldenstar would take her own advice and give her some space. The sound of pawsteps behind her implied the opposite. She quickened her pace. 

As she walked, a new smell reached her jaws. It was familiar and meaty, the kind of meat that humans liked, with vegetables and sauce and a funny aftertaste. The familiarity drew her in like a warm blanket. In all of the frustrating novelty of her situation, some cheap familiarity seemed just the thing to ease her mind. Ahead of her, on a little blue dish in the back of a silver trap, she located the source of the smell. She padded up to it, pacing around the trap, sniffing at the food from the other side of the bars. The smell was so pungent it made her mouth water. 

“Scorch!” Goldenstar cried, bounding up beside her. “What are you doing?!” 

“Hunting,” Scorch purred smugly, eyes locked on her target. Tentatively, she poked at the back of the trap. Every so often, she had been able to pry the back off just enough to scatter the food on the dish and get a bite. 

“That’s not hunting, it's one of those things that took Toadpaw!” Goldenstar hissed quietly, glancing around like a human would swoop down on them any second. The back of the trap was solid and, not wanting to get her leg stuck, Scorch began stalking towards the entrance of the trap. 

“It’s got food in it, doesn’t it?” Scorch asked. “Trust me, I’ve dealt with these before, I know what I’m doing.” She poked her head inside and sniffed around. Sometimes, there was a trail of food leading you deeper but it seemed like the folk had been sparing with their lure. 

“W- Don’t go inside it!” Goldenstar squeaked in distress. 

“You’re adorable,” Scorch laughed, causing Goldenstar to blush deeply. “Look, as long as I don’t touch the ground in the back, I’ll be fine. Watch and learn.” Carefully, she crept into the trap, sniffing cautiously at each step before she took it. 

“Scorch, please come out,” Goldenstar begged, hovering nearby. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” hummed Scorch. She craned her neck forward to try and reach the dish. Sometimes the food was close enough you could snag the whole dish without getting caught but it seemed like the folk who set this trap had thought of that too. She frowned. 

“It’s not worth it,” Goldenstar fretted. “We’ll catch more prey, we don’t need the two-leg food.” 

“Can you please be quiet and let me think?” Scorch snapped, turning her head to glare at Goldenstar. Instantly, she knew she had made a mistake. The foot she had been carefully lifting had come down on the paper covering. She had been closer than she’d realized. The trap had been triggered. 

The cage rattled as it closed and both she and Goldenstar leapt in fright at the sound. Somewhere off to the side, Scorch heard the sound of humans chattering. She grit her teeth and sighed through her nose. Stupid. Careless. Why had she done that? Something about Goldenstar managed to slip right past her logical brain and it had finally come back to bite her.

“Oh, no,” Goldenstar mumbled, staring with the most miserable expression. “No, no, no, this is my fault! Scorch, I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t mean to-” She pressed her paws up against the cage, searching its bars for a weakness to exploit or a way to get her free.

“Shut up, you moron,” Scorch sighed, pursing her lips against a bitter-sweet smile. Goldenstar looked up at her, tears beading along the bridge of her nose. 

“Scorch, I-” she swallowed. Her mouth formed the shapes of several words before it settled on, “I’ll get you out of here. I promise, okay? I’ll find a way. I’m not going to leave you.” Scorch’s gut twisted when she realized she believed that Goldenstar meant it. She struggled to keep her own eyes from welling with tears. 

“I know,” she lied with complete confidence. Her mind raced as a plan began to form. “You should go back to camp. Find someone else, someone strong. We might be able to pry it open if we have enough cat power.” 

“Okay,” Goldenstar sniffed, smiling through her tears. “I will. I’ll be right back, just sit tight, okay?” 

“Okay,” Scorch said. “I’ll be right here.” Goldenstar nodded and raced away, paws pounding over the dead grass as she disappeared up the hill. Once she had vanished from sight, Scorch let out a sigh and hunkered down to wait. The humans would be upon her soon. They were never far from the traps, especially in the winter. She could already hear them approaching from the trees that marked the border with EarthClan. At least, she thought, Goldenstar was long gone. She knew she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if her mistake got the Clan's leader taken as well. Unlike Scorch, Goldenstar had cats who needed her.

Two humans arrived, crooning to her gently and talking softly between themselves. Scorch looked up at them and tried to smile in the most inviting way she could. 

“Please,” she begged, the image of a polite and gentle cat, “have mercy.” 

One of the humans produced a blanket and threw it over her cage, plunging the world into darkness. She sighed and braced herself for whatever was to come. It was nice while it lasted, she thought.

UPDATES: - While hunting with Goldenstar, Scorchplume is caught in a two-leg trap and taken away.

[lovemikage]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐠. 𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n — i am…rusty so forgive me that this is so short! but i wanted to get smth out for my shawties and bc my gil brainrot is sooooo bad .. anyway enjoy! pink lady!reader, reader is latina, fem!reader <3 for @cyansadness sorry this took like eight million years </3

summary — a look into your relationship with your favorite boy, gil rizzo.

wc — 620

“hey hey hey, did’ya really think i’d let you get out without me doin’ it for you? c’mon, get back in.”

your boyfriend’s eyebrows are knit together tightly in a way you could think of as disappointed if it wasn’t for the little smirk playing at his lips.

you give him a long look, one eyebrow raised because seriously? he cannot be serious right now.

but he is, and you both stare at each other for a moment before you let out a dramatic groan and clamber back into the driver’s side of your car.

“y’know, rizzo —“ you speak as you duck back in, closing the door and clasping your hands politely in your lap, “if you had just picked me up then we wouldn’t even be havin’ this problem—“

“—that’s not my fault!” gil’s response comes out faster than you can even finish your sentence, his tone laced with offense, “i had to drop betty off today! and she was very upset she couldn’t see you, by the way, talked my ear off the entire drive about how it wasn’t fair that she ‘had to be stuck with her idiot brother and not his cool girlfriend’. personally i think it’s gotta be that time of the month or somethin’ because—“

gil cuts himself off the second he sees the glare you give him, immediately holding his hands up, “sorry, sorry! i’ll stop talking, i should definitely stop talking.”

“proud of you, you never realize it that quickly.” you grin, watching him open your car door and reaching your hand out in a very practiced gesture. the feel of his larger hand holding yours is familiar, comforting, and you can’t help but feel your face heat up at the touch. quickly you deflect, “and make sure to tell betty i’ll take her out for a manicure soon. no icky boys invited.”

gil holds his heart as if he’s been shot and the giggle it pulls from you is completely unintentional.

how annoying. you’ve been with gil for how long and he still makes you feel like a little girl writing “mrs. richie valdovinos <3” in your diary (if anyone reminds gil of this he might kill them).

gil closes the door behind you and you smile up at him, already turning so he can help you put your favorite article of clothing on — your pretty pink jacket. nancy had even added a sweet heart next to your name, as per your request (though she had to let you know she hated it).

“thank you, amor.” you grin, going onto your tip toes so you can press a soft kiss to his lips. his hands come to rest on your waist and when you pull back the bright blush on his cheeks is evident in spite of his efforts to hide it. you like him like this, vulnerable and sweet and hopelessly lovesick.

the second your lips touch again you pause, leaning back to raise an eyebrow at him, “baby, what time is it?”

“two thirty, pretty girl, why?”

“god dammit, i’ve got class — walk me there?”

gil shoots you a grin that reminds you of the day you two met and you fell in love, nodding and quickly spinning you so you two can start walking.

his hand finds its way to what seems like its forever home, the back pocket of your blue jeans, and you feel your heart flutter in your chest; it’s a feeling you don’t think you’ll ever get used to, but to you that’s not a bad thing.

it just means that gil rizzo will always have the annoyingly endearing ability to make you remember exactly why you fell in love in the first place.

tagging some of my rotpl babes (i’m sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged but I figured you’d like it </3): @sirenlulls @angeltails @fabiolajyx

[joeyleesblog]

Sorry brother (from the series You made me hate my reflection)

Miles was paying for his sins against Pandora and her people. Officially.

"He's going to be fine, kids. Yes, he will because he's a tough kid. – Neteyam kept muttering non-stop, for whatever reason, imitating his father's voice, but it got weird. – Ah yes, how well he turned out, father!!"

Ah, should I be offended? Miles thought absently. I'm definitely better, but nobody accepts that fact. Idiots.

Neteyam moved suddenly, Miles automatically tensed and prepared to defend himself, but the Na'vi boy did nothing but glare at Miles...

No. Not Miles. Spider.

"I wanted to come after you – we all did, I swear. We wanted to rescue you, Spider, I swear."

Oh, for God. Why didn't he just walk away and pretend he didn't see anything? Now he has to deal with a drunk guy spewing excuses for a dead kid. Excellent.

All very well. Just this once. Miles decided.

"Then why didn't you? If you cared, what stopped you?" - There was no judgment or accusation in his tone, just pure questioning. Which caught Neteyam off guard, but it took a few seconds for him to recover and respond.

""Daddy said you'd be fine... you were one of them and you were, you were a child - they would see it - they should see it!" – The sudden anger in his voice, an outrage flared in his yellow eyes. Miles ignored it.

"He is your father, it is natural for you to believe and trust what he says."

"“I shouldn't – Neteyam explodes – I shouldn't – not at that moment, I shouldn't! I should have, I should have...”

"What should you?"

""I should have gone after you. I could have at least tried, dammit! I should have tried, fought harder for you! You, you were my friend, my brother, it was my duty to protect you. I, I... "

“I, I failed you. – regrets Neteyam. “No…not just that night, but before, I left you alone, when we were younger. I walked away and believed you would be fine because your had Loa'k and Kiri. I... I never thought about how you understood my withdrawal or how you felt. I did not do. I'm sorry, Eywa! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Spider... Sorry"

Neteyam starts sobbing and wailing, Miles lets him cry all he wants, thinking how shitty this situation was for both of them. Neteyam shouldn't be apologizing to Miles, but to Spider. Miles shouldn't get that apology, but Spider does. Nothing was right, but it was too late to change things.

When Neteyam finally calmed down and seemed more in control of himself, Miles grabbed his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes.

"I can't forgive you. – His tone was calm, serious. – I'm not him, Neteyam. I can't give you what was his right. And no matter how many times you ask him for forgiveness, you get nothing from a dead man."

Neteyam's eyes widened at his words and when he opened his mouth to probably protest, Miles didn't let him.

"I'm not him. Spider died in that interrogation and I was born in his place. I am Miles Socorro and I have my own experiences, memories, my own life, Netayam. – he let Neteyam process the words for a moment before continuing. – "Besides, you would have been captured and unlike Spider, you was going to die or be used as a bargaining chip. Your family would have tried to save you and possibly die too. In other words, it would have been all for nothing. Chasing ghosts won't make him come back. It's time to move forward and not be left behind."

Tears come out of Neteyam's eyes.

"But I can not. Remembering him is all I can do for him."

""I'm not asking you to forget him, but that you stop chasing his ghost as a form of punishment for not being able to save him. Answer me one thing, would Spider have a grudge against you or another member of your family?"

Neteyam blinked at the sudden question and after thinking it over, replied with a sad smile.

"Spider was never one to hold a grudge. Not for long, anyway. He was such a good kid, too."

And too afraid to be alone. Miles decided not to share the thought, not when Nateyam finally stopped crying. And anyway, he suspected it wasn't necessary.

"Then stop punishing yourself. Spider would get sick of you."

Neteyam laugh.

...

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[obsessedwithlute]

Cherrisnake lover here! Can we see what a first date might be like for them?

I am certain that by this ask, you did not mean "Modern AU where Emily pays for their whole date because she's sick of seeing them dance around each other for years and they go see Hamilton".

Alas, I cannot control myself.

Contains swearing, queerphobia (specifically transphobia), slander of religion, people using religion as an excuse to discriminate and possible implications of child abuse and anxiety.

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Pentious’s hands were shaking as he stood at Cherri’s apartment door, trying to work up the courage to knock. I’m still five minutes early, he told himself. I’ve got time. He clutched the bag with two priceless tickets to Hamilton inside, reminding himself that Cherri had agreed to this and he had planned it to perfection and really, what’s the worst that could happen? Hmm, I don’t know. I could be humiliated forever and cry myself to sleep for the next month.

Cherri doesn’t like cowards. She’s into bravery and all that. I’m only lowering my chances by hiding out here.

Pentious lightly banged his fist against Cherri’s door and waited for a few seconds that felt like eternity.

The door clicked open and Cherri stood in front of him, lightly smirking. Don’t blush don’t blush don’t- Goddamnit, he could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. After some awkward silence, Pentious uncovered in himself the otherworldly determination it took to whisper, “Hi.”

He cursed himself.

“I mean, um- hello!” he blurted. Stop stop stop code red you are actively making this worse-

“Hello to you too,” Cherri responded, a sarcastic but kind smile stretching across her face. She grabbed Pentious by the arm and dragged him into her apartment. He fumbled in his bag for the tickets and handed one to Cherri.

“H-here,” he stammered. “Please don’t think this is, like… too much for a first date… Emily gave me the tickets so…” Jesus Christ, Pentious what are you thinking don’t tell her that!!!

“Are you kidding me?? You know I love musicals, don’t apologize… But you will be sitting through my terrible Angelica impression on the way back so… just wanted to warn you.” Cherri smirked again.

Pentious smiled. “I am well known in my friend group for my horrid George Washington voice.”

Cherri nodded and turned her back to remove her coat from the hook it sat on. “Hm, well I must say I find horrid George Washington voices very sexy.” Before Pentious could respond to that, she held up a finger and hissed, “I said what I said.”

Cherri and Pentious walked to the subway station and after a twenty-minute wait due to some hold-up, collapsed into the comfortable train seats.

Pentious reached in his pocket for the cards he had prepared. The first read, in last night’s tired, drunk scrawling ASK HER FAVORITE COLOR.

He obeyed himself, turned to Cherri, and asked, “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Red, you know, like blood,” she said absentmindedly. “Why?”

“Oh, um no reason, just, you know, get to you know shit and all that, even though I mean, like, we've been friends for years, I should probably know your… OH FUCK! I mean, dammit! Um- Sorry for swearing… There are little children here… fuck it…”

“You’re capable of swearing?” Cherri asked incredulously. “You seem so… innocent… like one of those people who apologizes for saying, like, heck.”

“Um… it’s something that I accidentally do whenever I’m nervous- I try to work on it but often fail, and you’re referring to Emily, not me.”

“Don’t remind me…”

“Of the time she basically got on her knees and begged forgiveness for saying gosh?”

“Blame her upbringing,” Cherri scoffed. “And Sera. And the church.”

“Mostly the church,” Pentious agreed.

“A-hem,” a brunette woman coughed from across the train. She stood up and began to march over towards Cherri and Pentious. “I will not hear the good god-fearing community slandered in the vicinity of my young, impressionable children. And I will certainly not tolerate that propaganda pinned to your shirt, ma’am.” She pointed to the transgender flag and he/him pins on Pentious’s shirt, clearly taking a look at his visible hips.

Cherri stood up. “Hello, what are your name and pronouns?” she asked, a fake-sweet smile on her face.

“I have very strong words to say to you, but unlike you young miscreants, I won’t allow them to taint my mouth,” she said.

A second woman, this one in a leather jacket, left the herd of children the brunette had been ushering on the train and stepped next to her. “Sis, we both know your mouth is already tainted. And if you can’t stand these people insulting your ‘good community’ in front of your impressionable children, why don’t you go spend some time with those children, instead of just insulting their clothing like you have all night?”

The brunette turned to leave, but before she did so, she eyed Cherri, Pentious and her sister, and told them, “You should ask God for forgiveness.”

She turned on her heel and stalked off.

“I am so sorry,” the woman in leather said. “She was completely out of line.” “Please make sure she doesn’t rub off on those kids too much,” Cherri told her at the same time Pentious said, “Forget about us, just worry about those poor children.” The woman smiled. “You too are such a cute couple- don’t worry; I’m not making some stupid ‘people of opposite genders in public- ooh, they must be dating’ assumption. You’re just obviously compatible!”

“Oh, um, well-” Pentious blushed. Again. Fuck.

“It’s just our first date,” Cherri finished.

“I see,” the woman in leather said, nodding. She removed a small notebook and pen from her pocket, ripped out a page and scribbled something on it.

She handed it to them and smiled. “Here’s my number. Call me when you get engaged so I can show up at your wedding.” “Our what?” Cherri demanded. The woman just smiled and left.

After their stop was called, Cherri and Pentious looked at each other, simultaneously shrugged and just laughed.

Suddenly, Pentious gasped. “We’re going to be late, we need to fucking run!”

“Okay, then let’s run!” Cherri yelled, grabbing Pentious by the wrist again and basically dragging them out of the station.

Once they’d finally made it to the theater and dodged death a few times, Pentious was gasping and Cherri was barely breaking a sweat.

“How… are you… so fast?” he demanded between breaths.

“I did cross-country in high school. Come on, we can’t miss anything!!” she yelled.

Finally, they managed to make it to the theater and settled into their seats. Somewhere between “The Schuyler Sisters” and “Right Hand Man”, Cherri and Pentious’s hands found each other.

After the show, Cherri and Pentious bought pretty much their weight in Hamilton merch (Emily was sponsoring their whole date, anyway, what did it matter?) and called an Uber- they were not in the mood for another wonderful subway experience.

Waiting in the dark, they talked about a lot of things they just hadn’t had time to discuss before, smiled, laughed, and got a little emotional.

Their Uber arrived and dropped Cherri off at her house, then drove Pentious the rest of the way to his.

The next morning, Pentious’s phone lit up with one text from Cherri: So, what flavor cake should we have? Wouldn’t want to let the cool aunt down.

[aroace-poly-show]

I couldn't stop thinking since your post about wxs parents, or more specifically the tenma parents, bc they actually interest me a lot

Because like, the tenma mom DOES actually come up sometimes in saki and tsukasa's side stories and an area conversation. And not just the fact she taught them to play piano, i mean more familial situations. She even appears by herself and it's usually when they're at the house and she seems really sweet and caring actually

And also whenever Tsukasa brings her up (which he seems to do more often than Saki? Or at least from the stories I've read, i might be wrong) he speaks of her in a way that seems quite fond and might imply that she is around at the house at least usually

In contrast, though, the tenma dad almost NEVER comes up. Like the only time I remember him being mentioned (that is NOT about tsukasa bringing up That Show they watched as kids or the family visiting saki at the hospital bc that's obvious they're there) was once in the hinamatsuri event about how he bought the doll stand and some helmet when they were little? smth about how he impulse buys things

And that was it. He didnt even appear

He's never actually appeared by himself at the house or any side story to my knowledge (do correct me if I'm wrong) and he doesn't SEEM to be around the house on a daily basis at all

Even in the past when tsukasa stayed at home alone it was tenmama he got calls from, at least the one they showed us

Tenpapa's job is also never mentioned unlike tenmama's. And like tenmas are implied to be at least somehow recognisable or respected of a family, or at the very least by people like the Aoyagis since they are always stated to hold them in such regard, but is it just about tenmama playing the piano? Or maybe there's smth more about the dad that we don't know?

He's just. Such an enigma. We barely have any crumbs. Even in that image of baby tenmas seeing a show for the first time from the beginning of wxs main story shows a little bit of tenmama, like we can see her hair and all, but we can only see tenpapa's hand

It's just... where is he?? At work? What does he do?? Why don't they talk about him that much??? Why won't they show him in side stories??? Am I reading too much into it???

He makes me so mad pls Sega tell me more about the tenma family im insane about them

ANYWAY sorry for writing almost an entire post in your asks it was supposed to be shorter but I accidentally spiralled deeper

Anyway tsukasa and saki definitely love their parents and at the very least the mom seems like a rly caring and overall present person in their lives. They never say anything bad about the dad either if they ever do. They seem like good parents overall. The whole tsks neglect thing, yes, of course it wasn't a good decision to leave him alone at home, but it doesn't make them bad. Tsukasa never even mentioned anything that could imply he holds it against them and ik he is stupidly forgiving sometimes and sometimes forgets about himself but still. You get me. Besides we don't really know the extent of it all so shsuhd

We just need more tenma lore dammit

do not apologize for long asks they make me very happy to read :3

i didn’t know all that abt tenmamom though!!! i practically never read side stories so. yeah no wonder i missed her fjbsjdbajdn

sega please give us more tenmadad content. or any at all really…..

and yeah!!! i can understand wanting angst but the tenmas are genuinely a happy family and they make me happy :3 i don’t think of his parents as bad even with tsukasa’s childhood bc like, it wasn’t something they wanted to do yk. doesn’t mean what happened with tsukasa wasn’t Bad ofc. either way i love the tenmas. sega can we get more tenma lore. please

[judyhopps934-mt-zd]

Quick Thoughts on Miraculous Awakening

Warning: Spoilers. And I can't let go of the fact that they changed the name.

It's a musical!

The criminally insane difference between Marinette's speaking voice and singing voice. But then again, I am a huge fan of Lou and she sings so beautifully

What happened to Adrien's modeling career?!?!?!

AND HE ATTENDED SCHOOL WAY BEFORE THE MOVIE?!?!?!?!?

Alya is a real one for befriending Marinette despite the rumors (the other kids are jerks)

Speaking of which, Max steals hats now?!?!?!?!?

Still hate Chloé. She still reminds me of my bullies.

THE LIBRARY SCENE!!!!! I love how they just casually met and there was no intense drama

The foreshadowing of Adrien being Cat Noir when Marinette held a book to her face

Honestly, Adrien's personality of being aloof initially is valid considering his mom died*

TIKKI WE GOTTA LOVR TIKKI

They meet

WHAT ARE YOU, A WATERMELON? -Chat Noir

Apparently, Tikki and Plagg don't get along, which somehow influences how Ladybug and Chat Noir did not like each other at first and why they initially did not see themselves as equals?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

The Cherry Blossom Garden scene after the fight! Gotta live for their banter IN FRONT OF MASTER FU

Dammit Tom! We love you for being a great dad, but why are you following your daughter and interrupting her conversation with Adrien right after she says great things about you?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Glad that Ladybug and Chat Noir got along mid fight

Nino's last words were that he loves Alya, but Alya interjecting him with "Ladybug" was for some reason so funny to me

THE ROOFTOO SCENE IS SO ICONIC AND I WAS HAPPY STIMMING THE WHOLE TIME!!!!

Will never forgive the loss of Ce mur qui nous separè, but the rooftop scene makes up for it (somehow)

DAMMIT WHY DO THEY GOTTA YANK MY HEART OUT WITH SUCH A LOVELY SCENE WITH MELANCHOLY BECAUSE OF THE WALL BETWEEN THEM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Destruction!

Noooo, now Hawkmoth knows that Marinette is Ladybug 😵

He actually stops his madness after realizing that Adrien is Chat Noir? He is more respectable than his show counterpart? I gasp they actually fixed the show in a movie

Chloé, Adrien does not seem into you, have you not noticed this by now?!?!?!?!?!? Nobody is getting in your way

AHHHH THE REVEAL THEY ACTUALLY DID THEIR JOB!!!!!

And they kiss?AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

NO PLEASE NO SENTIMONSTER I AM GONNA BE UPSET

Gotta give credit to everyone who worked in the movie for making it much better than the show! I feel like the show would be so much more enjoyable if they took the set storyline from the movie and expanded it without all of the inconsistencies and controversies that the show has, because this would be a show I want to see. I laughed, I happy stimmed with glee, I cried, and repeat. Overall 100000/10

[tumblingxelian]

Aware AU, 2 things:

I think I have a general idea of the— idk, build up? To the Summer Breakdown? Would like some feedback, but in general, Emilie goes "missing". Audrey flies in from wherever to Paris, ostensibly so she can "support Gabriel" - here's where my first confusion comes up, is this an AU where Audrey's aware of all the Sentimonster crap? Cause if she IS, then her showing up is more about protecting an investment, & if she ISN'T, then this is more about PR, which. Ya know, would probably be how she sees it anyway, but regardless. So, Chloé, who is in the midst of doing her damn best to support Adrien (she might not be doing great, but she is trying, & that matters), at first thinks her mom is there to support her own friends, but quickly realizes that Audrey is actually indifferent to Emilie disappearing. Which shakes her, because Emilie WAS seen as Exceptional, shouldn’t her mom be upset? 1 thing leads to another, there's some event Audrey wants to drag Chloé to, for the photo opportunity, Chloé snaps, there is screaming, Chloé stays in with Adrien, the "Our Parents Suck Club" starts to get founded.

I am more & more a fan of the idea of Chloé, after her 2nd Breakdown, realizing her parents really AREN'T ever going to change, & just. Deciding "Ya know what? Fuck it. HEY EVERYONE, DAD TRIED TO BUY MY FORGIVENESS, SO I'VE GOT HIS CREDIT CARD, WHO WANTS AN ALL EXPENSES PAID TRIP TO DISNEYLAND!?" Like, I do think she'd start selling any gifts her dad (or even on occasion, her mom) try to give her. Maybe set up a separate bank account for the money, make sure she has a financial safety net in place just in case (depends on whether her parents have any say in her current bank account, but anyway). But, Chloé is, often, despite her best efforts, a bit petty and spiteful at the best of times, so I can see her just. Taking Daddy's credit card (not like he's going to stop her) & just treating all her friends to expensive entertainment on his dime. Donating extensively to charity (usually in the name of his political rivals). Buying herself something lavish, just to sell it later. Chloé is never going to get what her parents "owe" her, so she might as well take what she can for herself, and cause as many headaches as she can.

Oooh I am intrigued @rachelsshowerthoughts

Quick thing regarding the idea of a Summer Break, but the school year runs from early September to early July. The longest school break is called the Summer Ete but Emilie has been missing for six months at the start of the series, hmmm, not sure how well it can fit time wise XD I may be misunderstanding or overthinking though, anyway!

1: I think this works well and I very much like the summary regarding Chloe not doing great but she is trying dammit XD

I think the writers themselves don't know if Audrey knew because she was among those ominously watching the temples return like she knew what that meant then nothing was done with it. I think one can argue she and even Andre know, or are at least partially aware if not of all the specifics, but there's wiggle room either way.

My general read tended to go much the same as yours, with some specific details along the lines of:

Emilie vanishes, Adrien is 'OK' at first, she's away, she's busy, stuff came up he gets it, he does. Then there's people asking questions, fathers acting colder and more distant than ever with no Emilie to offset it. Even Nathalie's stiff as stone & he is suffocating.

hloe starts making more overt appearances as him being stressed becomes more obvious, weaving in stuff like visits to arcades that [piss Gabriel off but his focus is ever shifting. Its.. its not OK, he's not OK but he will be, right?

Then Emilie's declared missing. The police show up but barely seem to do more than the bare minimum, as they "Don't want to cause a scene" and as usual when he asks for answers he gets nothing. More and more of the staff have disappeared as his father & Nathalie grow more isolated and then... They vanish too.

(They are off securing the Butterfly, but Adrien's essentially been left to his own devices due to Gabriel firing the last remaining staff in a mixture of pique and to cover up his oncoming plans.)

Adrien... Adrien kind of collapses in a heap, everything is usually tightly scheduled & controlled, he didn't often like it but it made sure he knew hat was coming. Now he's in a big empty manor and feels even more hollow.

When he stops eating, drinking or responding to texts, Chloe shows up.

She can ell he's sad, she can get why, Emilie was nice, too nice but that is what Gabriel & Nathalie were for, just like what she was for Adrien. Save that now Adrien is alone and there is no one 'nice' so she has to try.

& try she does, first with gifts or offers of outings which at best get nothing & at worst seem to offend Adrien. So then, in a gamble she tries following Emilie's examples the same way she does Audrey's but this mostly serves to freak Adrien out. But it does show out, well, out of her depths she is & how Adrien is not just 'sad' but spiraling utterly.

Chloe's father is no help as far as advice goes, & mother isn't returning her calls as usual. So she just ends up awkwardly going down a list of what amounts to well-ness checks, "Make him eat, get sun, ETC" its clumsy and rough.

But again, the sheer effort shows as she's running herself into the ground to keep Adrien's head above water & its enough to get him back and moving again.

After that the sequence of events is muddied, but the stage is set for Adrien to feel his father doesn't care. All it takes is one very badly situation. Similarly, Chloe's frustration with her parents indifference is reaching a fever pitch.

Cue Gabriel returning from his mysterious sojourn & being unwilling to take responsibility for being irresponsible but just wants things to pick up where they left off , like Adrien is a doll he can just ignore till he needs him.

Audrey chooses this time to come by as well, so Andre is not completely checked out on Chloe in favor of her. & Audrey is very evidently only here to hassle Gabriel about his new Christmas line & the like.

Any effort to engage them on the whole "Adrien suffered and you weren't here" or "I needed help, my friend needs helps, please be a parent." Fall on deaf ears in place of whatever businesses and societal events are coming up.

The fact that in Gabriel's mind he's doing the heroic, good, responsible thing for his family so Chloe's chastisement & Adrien's 'complaints' are insulting to him doesn't help. While Audrey is overtly stick of this child she does not care about nagging her endlessly like she has the right to demand her time and focus. & Andre as usual, does not actually care outside of pretense. The missing mon and depression stuff bums him out, its not fun. its not something he can easily fix so he'd rather just ignore it until the kids get over themselves.

Unsurprisingly the tension finally hits some kind of boiling point leading from one explosion & an implosion, followed by the ashy aftermath. One that leaves both of them acutely aware that their parents are actually horrible fucking people and don't care about them at all (Chloe) or only care about them as tools (Adrien)

Cue "Time to rebuild my identity from the ground up/ & rebel".

2: I can definitely see that happening, I really like the phrasing around:

"Chloé is never going to get what her parents "owe" her, so she might as well take what she can for herself, and cause as many headaches as she can."

& yeah, just in general I think it makes sense. Though I imagine once or twice someone needs to emphasize to more outsider people "The money is nothing to Andre. Its the equivalent of throwing a chocolate bar at your Childs head every time they cry. It might be a lot to us, but to him its nothing."

Also definitely a nest egg, 100% a good idea. Though given they are 14, who can say they'll think of it.

Gosh if Zoe turns up things would get fuckery fast cos Andre would probably try and swoop in hard to get a more low maintenance 'doll' that doesn't hate his guts.

[divorcingjimmatthews]

season 2 episode 5 reactions as i watch

huge spoilers obviously

(this is mostly for myself to have somewhere to scream as i go, its LONG AF youve been warned)

RANDALL IS SCARING ME SO MUCH LIKE PLEASE DONT BANG ON STUFF WHAT IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY MAKE THE TALISMAN FALL I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK WITH THIS SCENE. RANDALL STOP STOP STOP YOURE GOING TO DIE DUDE

(straight up cant watch the rest of the episode because i paused it and cant bring myself to unpause lmaooo. from ends here for me i guess)

ok its over thank god

JADE STOP DRINKING SOMEONE HELP THIS MAN. hes even sleeping with the fucking journal like please he needs 20 interventions

also dammit he actually moved to the bar i accidentally manifested it LMAO

can the show please stop torturing this man with the hallucinations please and thank you

TABITHA IS IN MAMA WOLF MODE LETS GO

boyd defending sara... knowing what happened to his wife and what she did... oh man. this hurts. knowing tabitha also lost a child before turns the intensity of all this to eleven millions

LMAO ok someone calling tabitha out for her basement hole and its consequences at long last. i love tabitha but like it has to be acknowledged

"That part i cant help you with" dang Good Line

honestly cant even imagine how sara is feeling i dont know what id be doing in her situation like just watching it stresses me so much.

ETHAN BABY :'(((( im sobbing

KRISTI IS SO PRETTY oh my god i am so bisexual right now. she cant just do this. the shirtttt. i think im seeing the sweetest and most beautiful woman in the world

dhsjfhsh marielle doing the same thing with the shirt that i had the reader do in my fic i cant even

"For a long time it smelled like you. Now it just smells" i laughed so hard

"Youre still you" 🥺

SARA GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU TRYING TO GET K oh yeah wait she probably is

oh its her house ok god i thought she'd gone to the matthews'

NEW HOUSE WHO DIS

cant belive an extra got one of the few houses this is so funny to me for no reason

this scene gosh. ouch. ouch. im taking 2 damage per second watching this episode

JADE. the bottles. jade my beloved this is point of no return level stuff. mrs Liu please come get him home

VICTOR

victoooor

"You dont look good" im losing it

thank you victor

victor 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love him. the sweetest

JADE IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU DONT BE LIKE THISSS

"WAIT" i fucking cant i love this man

"This took me all fucking night" jade never stop being the funniest mf on the planet please

jim calling tabitha tabby is so sweet it got me

"Faith. In you" oh boy. Oh man. Oh boy oh man. This scene. How is this show hitting every singe fucking note.

donna brought up abby omgomg

OK BUT CAN YOU BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO FIND AN ALTERNATIVE THIS TIME

(maybe)

(arghhhh this is so hard)

"only monsters live in the woods" ethan i love everything you say. go my boy

(sara voice) okay

"The trees theyre changing" i love how victor is 100% harmless but could NOT be any more ominous lmaooo

CAR GRAVEYARD

"When i was alone i moved the cars because i didnt want to see them. Theres a lot more behind the rocks but those were already here" GODDAMMIT

no but victor is literally the sweetest man on earth. you were rightfully angry victor !! jade now you apologise.

"okay" ill kill him

victor sitting on the car 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im going to cry

what a scene. my god.

SARA HAS ONLY BEEN THERE FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS?

"Do you live here in town" ELGIN i love you

poor julie if she knew her crush is out there flirting with the local murderer

"I like what i like and i like owls" based. thats me writing 300 jade posts per day

oh boy this scene (me about every scene)

"THAT PART ALWAYS SEEMED A BIT LIKE WISHFUL THINKING TO ME" im. ill be processing for 3 years

"Did you do something that needs forgiving?" elgin my sweet boy

jim rightly proud of his badass kid

"you put hate inside me" :'(

is she gonna give her her stuff damn shes too nice

a part of me is feeling like shes gonna smash it tho lmao

SORRY FOR DOUBTING YOU MRS LIU

i am starting to assume that everyone forgot about tobey so jade is never even gonna know that it was sara lmao

KENNY

oh my god kenny

im hurt seeing him so hurt

TOWNSPEOPLE CAN WE GIVE KENNY A BREAK OVER HERE PLEASE WHAT R U STARING AT HES VERY RIGTHFULLY MAD HE HAS EVERY RIGHT

oh elgin

elgin youre too sweet

elginnnnn

everyones gonna hate you elgin 😭😭😭 i am suffering for you

KRISTI BECAME EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS NOT A DRILL

now please do jade

"KRISTI WHERE ARE YOU GOING BABY STOP"

KRISTI NO NO NOOOOOO

i love her so much

"People liked him, then he changed" dont do this to me

"I am at the end of my rope" oh god

TABITHA??????

holy fucking shit im going to die of heart attack

this doesnt have captions i dont know what the creepy ghost children are saying

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING I WISHED TABITHA AND JADE WOULD INTERACT AND LOOK AT THIS NOW

i knew jim would not vote box lets goo

BOYD WHY

Randall ????

OKAY that tabitha and marielle scene from last episode was bothering me so much i cant believe i didnt think of this

what an episode my god

[running-ace21]

Ficlet : Copia outgrows clothing

Terzo catches Copia trying to squeeze into his old Cardinal suits. 

TW: body image, mention of weight gain 

Copia’s pot belly stuck out like a sore thumb. Not far behind in growth was his butt, a feature that seemed to be getting a lot of attention these days.  Copia knew he had been gaining weight lately, but the other day Sister Imperator brought it up and was not pleased by his appearance. She expressed her annoyance in having to order new clothes for the upcoming tour. Copia had tried to reassure her that he could still fit into his suits, that maybe they would just need slight alterations to make them fit. 

Copia had peeled his pants up over his thick thighs and ample hips. They were like a second skin on him. He sighed, already knowing where this was going. He jumped and tugged on the pants to get them up over his butt, his butt jiggling all the while. Once they were over his plump behind, the task of getting them done up was next. His pants were a lace up closure, a feature he didn’t know he needed but now would never dream of going without. So many times on tour after Copia had had too much to eat he would simply loosen the laces. Well, this time around was different. 

He threaded the laces through the eyelets, and had to stop two eyelets from the top. “Cazzo!” he cursed. The shirt was no better. The black shirt with the billowy cuffs was not made from stretchy, forgiving material.  The shirt was surprisingly snug on his biceps, an area of his body he had assumed was safe from his current eating habits. The buttons creaked in protest as he joined them together over his plump chest. The buttons strained as Copia forced the material together over his chubby figure. “Dammit!” Copia swore under his breath as one of the costume places ran out of luck. 

Copia was so busy trying to squeeze his way back into his cardinal suits that he didn't realize that Terzo had been standing in the doorway. Terzo watched as he jumped, writhed, shimmied, and sucked in his gut, trying to get his old outfits on. Terzo loved watching the Cardinal struggle. The sight of him busting out of his clothes was enough to drive him crazy. 

Next came the vest. Copia was bound and determined to get the vest on, even if killed him. Copia was panting, out of breath at this point from trying to get his vest to button. “Come on!” he yelled as he pulled at the two ends of the fabric. He laid down on his back still desperately trying. No luck. His belly was clearly too big for the clothes he was attempting to shimmy into. He put his hand on it and gave it a shake. Terzo licked his lips at the sight. 

Copia stood up from the bed and attempted to pull his pants up a little further. The higher he hiked them up, the further the two ends got from each other. The same thing happened as he tried to pull his tops down over his belly. He finally accepted defeat as he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. Terzo made himself known and walked towards Copia. “Looks like someone has been eating well.” He said to Copia as he poked at his tummy. 

[forcebookish]

re: topic of your last anon

I struggle with some aspects of this because some choices made in the friend group, I would not make as the adult I am now (ie drinking around an alcoholic friend). but I can't honestly say that as a young 20 something, I'd have the awareness to see that. even if that's the single argument made against Mew that (now, as a more grown person), I could say "okay, yes", they fail to mention that Sand does the same thing. so, if Mew is a shitty friend for it, then... let the standard apply to Sand as well 🤷‍♂️

I am also tired of all the fingers pointing at Mew when, so far, Sand has enabled Ray all the same, even after hearing the story of how his mom passed. sure, he hesitated pouring his next drink, but they kept drinking and got high soon after all the same.

it's just bias at this point. Mew isn't their fav, so he's vilified, even while the other half of their ship commits the same faux pas.

i struggle with this too, anon. i have a more unique perspective because my best friend when i was in junior high was already an alcoholic and drug addict; i visited her in the mental hospital and i sat in on AA and NA meetings with her as a high schooler. so i did know better at that age.

however, i get why it would be hard to navigate especially when, i don't know how it is in thailand but from my perspective as an american, there aren't a lot of safe spaces for gay people to hang out that don't involve alcohol, and in those places drug dealers and use is pretty common. if you're an alcoholic, finding a place where you and your friends can go where you can meet other queer people and avoid homophobia is really rare. i'd imagine it's similar in thailand. and for this group of friends? where can you go where you feel safe and meet other people like you? of course you're going to go to your trans upperclassman's gay bar. (i mean, it's gotta be a gay bar... idk why that straight guy was there that one time, was he lost? lol)

and while i'm not as forgiving as mew and i don't find him a very interesting character (sorry!), i am sympathetic to ray. being in your early twenties is fucking hard. it's even harder when you're gay, on top of whatever bullshit you've personally been through. the stars just align for you to develop some kind of problem.

i wasn't an alcoholic but even knowing what i knew about addiction, i had bouts in my early twenties when i was drinking in excess with little self-awareness to how it was affecting my friends and me - but i didn't have a friend like mew who told me point blank that i was going through something and needed to slow down or stop. ray does.

(plus, i never blew up my life or hurt anyone that badly; the worst consequences were that i lost a friend who had already been looking for an excuse to throw me away - not getting into it - and... i barfed on some stuff i shouldn't have barfed on lol)

mew sees that his friend is and has been struggling for years, and he wants him to be happy, but he also knows that there isn't anything that he can do to stop him - he can only tell him how he feels about it. and that he shouldn't fucking drive while drunk and high, which he should already know anyway.

mew is looking out for him. ray just isn't listening.

and that's the part where i'm less sympathetic. this person that he loves, who loves him back but in a different way, has been trying to get through to him for years, and not only that but has remained by his side and helped him out of jams because of his problem and all he does is continue while whining about being a burden. do something! at least try, god dammit!

but yeah, anon, i agree. it is just bias. that's always what it seems to come down to with hate for mew (and top): they don't care about forcebook, and they can't handle that their faves would play complicated characters who do bad things - or they see the bad things and have a hard time believing the good they do??? (re: this ask.) what is up with this black and white thinking?? i've never seen a fandom have this hard a time with complex relationships and characters - maybe they're too used to characters acting like cartoons rather than people, idk.

woof, that got really personal! but i'm glad you stopped by, anon!

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 16 - Came Back Wrong

A/N: Marty's thoughts while in Biff's tower during Part II.

If that was the easy way, thank God they didn't do the hard way…

Marty groaned as his head rolled to the side. The pillowcase and sheets beneath him smelled somewhat familiar, but the texture just didn't seem right. Regardless, they were comfortable, and he was content to rest for the moment. So I'm not at home then…maybe? "Mom?"

To his surprise, the voice he desired for answered him. "There there, Marty. You've been out for almost six hours now."

Hang on, what's with that clinking noise?

A cool cloth was delicately placed on his forehead, and he instantly felt his body relax as the discomfort in his head dulled. Oh, thanks Mom…you're an angel.

"You're okay now, back on the good old twenty-second floor."

What the shit?!

Marty's eyes shot open as he bolted upright, indifferent to the dizziness and cold sweat that followed. "Twenty-second floor?!"

The room around him came into focus as the lights were switched on, revealing Lorraine to be perched on the side of his bed, a gentle expression adorning her face. She was draped in expensive jewellery and a skin tight dark purple dress, with Marty realising the metallic noises he'd heard earlier was from her multiple layers of necklaces. Her face was plastered with so much makeup that Marty questioned for a split second whether it was even his mother.

Geez, this whole thing is more a little deja vu.

What he couldn't ignore, and what he was ashamed to have noticed, was the noticeable change in her chest. But it was hard not to look with the insanely deep neckline she was sporting, and it left almost nothing to the imagination. Damn that's gross… oh God, please forgive me…

"M-Mom! You're so…y-you're so…big!"

Stop looking, McFly! STOP IT! She's your mother, focus!

"Are you hungry, Marty?" Lorraine asked politely. "I can order room service!"

Wait a minute. Marty rubbed his head, hissing at the discomfort the motion brought. It took him a moment to process his mother's offer. "…Room service?!" What the hell?

"LORRAINE!"

The instant change in his mother's demeanour was startling. She dropped the wine glass she had picked up, ignoring how she tossed it into the nearest collection of pillows. Her face paled even more than what Marty was physically possible. "Oh my God, it's your father…"

"My father?" Marty's head was dizzy, both with questions and a possible concussion. "B-But Dad never yells like that!"

The doors to the bedroom suite were thrown open, cracking against the walls as they revealed a towering and intimidating Biff Tannen. Adorned in a luxurious dressing gown with gold chains draped around his neck, he pointed at Marty with a level of aggression in his face that he'd never seen. "YOU'RE supposed to be in Switzerland, you son of a bitch!"

Oh.

Shit.

Shit shit shit! "My father?!"

"What the hell are you doing here, kid? Did you get kicked out of another boarding school?" Biff roared down the stairs at Marty. He threw his hands up in frustration before setting his sights on his wife. "Dammit, Lorraine! Do you know how much PERFECTLY GOOD dough I blow on this kid of yours?!"

"What the hell do you care?! We can afford it!" Lorraine retorted. "It's the least we can do to provide a better life for our children!'

Biff scoffed indignantly, glaring over in Marty's direction as he spoke. "Uh, let's get this straight! Marty's your kid, not mine! And all the money in the world wouldn't help this lazy bum!"

Lorraine looked on the verge of tears as she refilled her glass, her hand trembling as she brought it to her lips. "Stop it, Biff! Just stop it!"

Marty tried to resist the urge to shrink back as Biff approached him, the powerful cologne emanating from the man making his eyes water. This Biff seemed more…intelligent, if that was even possible for a Tannen. Even the original Biff he'd grown up with never intimidated him or his father in such a manner; he'd always resorted to brute force or aggressive threats.

The daggers in this Biff's eyes said all he needed to know about how screwed this timeline was.

Biff grabbed a chunk of his hair, eliciting a yelp from the teenager. The tycoon only laughed as he pulled up sharply, allowing a few tortured strands to fall to the floor. "Look at him. He's a butthead, just like his old man was."

From Marty's perspective, it looked like something inside Lorraine snapped. She set her drink down and stared at Biff as though he was the devil himself, her voice low and threatening. "Don't. You. DARE to talk about George that way," She paused as if to summon strength, squaring Biff up as best she could with their height difference. "You're not even HALF the man he was."

Biff's punch of retaliation came so fast that Marty had no time to stop it. He watched in horror as his mother tumbled to the ground, an angry red mark quickly spreading across her cheek where Biff had struck. It was a miracle that she didn't break her ankle, given that he now realised just how tall her heels were. No wonder she's been scuttling around-

"DAMMIT BIFF!" Lorraine screeched. She struggled to her feet, a fresh determination in her eyes as she stomped upstairs towards the exit. "That's it! I'm LEAVING!"

Biff laughed in response. "So go ahead! Who's gonna pay for your jewellery? Your liquor? Your clothes? Who's gonna pay for your cosmetic surgery, Lorraine?!"

What an absolute asshole! Marty wasn't brave enough to voice his thoughts, for fear of invoking Biff's wrath against his mother. So that explains the breasts…and the hips…and the everything.

Lorraine yelled at her husband from the staircase, gesturing at her chest. "YOU were the one who made me get these…things! If you want them back, you can have them, 'cause I don't!"

Marty was relieved that she didn't rip her bra off in protest like he thought she was going to. I don't need any more mental scarring related to her. He watched with bated breath as she clapped her fingers around the door handle. Go on, Mom! Show the asshole-

"If you walk out that door Lorraine, I'll not only cut you off, but I'll cut off your kids!" Biff roared angrily.

Lorraine span around, gripping the staircase as her resolve crumbled before Marty's eyes, her voice trembling as she answered. "You wouldn't!…"

Marty's heart sunk. He watched nervously as Biff slowly approached his mother, climbing the stairs like a stalking animal as he ranted about everything he would do if she left. He heard something about a jail, but found his attention was purely focused on his mother.

She seemed so…hollow. Empty.

The fire that had briefly been ignited during her argument with Biff was just as quickly extinguished. With every word Biff spoke, she became more and more submissive. "Alright, Biff," Her voice was dripping with dejection and hatred. "You win. I'll stay."

Why the hell did she have to marry this guy?! What happened to Dad?

The fact that she was compelled to stay with Biff despite all of his abuse was inconceivable to Marty. He thought about yelling at her for not standing her ground, but found he didn't have the heart to do so when she looked this defeated, descending the staircase with a slumped posture.

As soon as Biff slammed the doors shut, he sprinted over to Lorraine, throwing his arms around her. He quickly realised that his version of his mother was much skinnier in certain areas, and hugging her somehow felt wrong.

The fact that she didn't stop him from hugging her made him feel even worse.

"Oh, Mom…what happened to you?" Marty whispered to himself. What have you let Biff do to you?

I'm gonna fix this, Mom.

I'm gonna fix everything.

[mothernatureknows]

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@mothernatureknows

40...39...38...37...36...

eve watches the crosswalk counter opposite her count down, the red numbers blinking too slow and yet too fast for her liking. she’s tapping her heel against the concrete, releasing a sigh. 

this has been a long time coming, and the result of a lot of thinking on eve’s part. normally, she’s super dead set on her opinions, way too stubborn to think any differently about something. moreover, eve has a penchant of holding long-term grudges with anyone who dares to piss her off. 

hence, why it took her so damn long to muster the courage to face noah. 

30...29...28...27...26...

after jude’s birth, eve’s resentment only grew for noah, his complete disappearance frustrating her to no end. the way that bastard could just leave her with their child and not bother to even leave any form of goodbye? it ABSOLUTELY enraged her. so much so, that eve, instead of letting that anger and bitterness drag her down, allowed these feelings to strengthen her resolve and push her to do all in her power to raise jude and continue being successful. 

which is why, when he suddenly reappeared, literally outta nowhere, it completely messed up her rhythm! eve felt like she was re-submerged back into the volcanic shithole that were her feelings. all of a sudden, her anger—that she’d tried so hard to keep at bay and use as motivational fuel—was spilling over and hellbent on striking at him whenever he was close. 

even then, underneath all that boiling rage, a familiar ache resurfaced that put another damper on eve’s mood: loneliness. in her postpartum journey, she’d gone about almost everything by herself, with only a little help from maddy (albeit, her little sister had her own problems to take care of, but whatever). eve hardly had time to even consider loneliness or any sort of romantic love, it ranked at the absolute bottom of her list.

but, with noah coming back, that just changed.

20...19...18...17...16...15...

eve kinda hates herself for being so ambivalent with noah, practically seeming unhinged to the common lay person. after his recent efforts, what with really caring for jude and oddly helping maddy and daesuk rekindle their relationship, she owes it to him to make up her fucking mind and stop being such an asshole. 

which brings her to the present moment, waiting for the crosswalk to flash green so she can actually talk to him. 

3...2...1...WALK!

heels clack hurriedly in the direction of noah’s apartment, soon spotting the very person eve wanted to speak to. she gulps then, before approaching him and clearing her throat. 

“at maddy and dae’s. needed some time for myself,” eve answers slowly, hesitating before coming up the stairs to sit next to him. the proximity doesn’t help her with what she intends to say, it’s actually making her even more nervous. which is stupid, since she hardly gets nervous, but still, her heart’s racing too much for her liking. 

she takes the whiskey bottle from him and gulps down some of the burning liquid, the relief of alcohol settling some of her nerves. putting it down, she turns to face noah, hands grasping the steps. “i think i owe you an apology,” she admits. “i...haven’t been fair to you ever since you came back. ‘ve been a bitch, to be honest, and that’s not good for us or jude. i just...” she takes a beat, eyes glancing at the whiskey bottle again. 

no, focus, eve, you can get through this, dammit. 

“i felt a lot of things when i saw you again, and i didn’t know what to do. so, i just picked the strongest of them...which was resentment,” she says. “i shouldn’t have and i’m sorry i did, noah. i just couldn’t stop thinking of when you left.”

she takes a deep breath then. “but, you’re here now, and i’m glad you are, especially for jude. so...do you think you’d be able to forgive me and maybe...start over?”

@mothernatureknows

noah sits on the front steps of his apartment building, looking out into the busy streets. there's a bottle of whiskey by his left foot and a cigarette in his right hand. the demon soaks in the sunshine, long hair pulled back into a ponytail. beads of sweat cover his forehead, and he wipes it off with the back of his wrist before popping his cigarette into his mouth. he uses his thumb to light the end, sucking in the nicotine before blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.

calm, warm days like these makes him miss eve. they should be sitting side by side sharing a cold drink, laying in each other's arms and laughing about God-knows-what. but instead, he spends his days alone, quiet and lonely. in recent months, he's picked up more shifts at nihilus' diner, not only to make more money to support eve and judas, but to also keep his mind busy. spending his days alone was never ideal, especially not in the way he usually does; drinking and sulking over a dead relationship.

it's been over a year since noah reconnected with eve, and yet it still feels like she does everything in her power to push him away. he's tried his hardest to return to her good graces, but with no luck. he even helped with improving daesuk's situation to help maddy, hoping that eve would notice he still cares. but nothing he's done in the past year has seemed to make a difference, and the disappointment of constant rejection has started to weigh heavily on his heart.

he lets out his cigarette to take a swig from his whiskey bottle, leaning back against the steps and sighs. he could be working right now, but it's his only day off and his body has grown exhausted from lack of rest. he stares up into the clouds, drifting off into another land for a moment before he hears someone clear their throat.

he sits up, looking down the steps to see a familiar, and much wanted face at the base of the stairs looking up at him. he smiles. "where's judas?" he asks curiously. the only time eve has shown up was to drop the baby off for babysitting. but today she's shown up with no child. he moves over on the step and pats next to him to signal her to sit down.