#they probably all worked in factories i mean who cares really

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

it’s probably wrong to feel this way because feminism but i feel nostalgic for the older generations. women used to be able to marry some dude and be taken care of for life. you just pop out some kids, sit at home and cook and bake and live a simple life without worrying. i’m literally a whole lesbian but I think about that.

Actually, I do not think that your feelings are wrong - but I think you’re being sold a fantasy version of women’s history that never existed. 

You are not a bad person or a bad feminist for craving a simple, carefree life. We live in a unpredictable, hectic, oftentimes scary world. You’re definitely valid in just wanting life to be easier! 

It’s also not anti-feminist for a woman, including lesbian women, to want to have children or to actually enjoy domestic activities like cooking and baking or taking care of the household. Women are human beings - and human beings have so many different life paths and desires and personalities and interests. You don’t need to feel bad for wanting a life that more closely aligns with the traditional picture of the housewife and mother. There are lesbian couples who raise children together, too. There are even lesbian women who choose to platonically co-parent with a gay man because they both want kids, and other unique family constellations like that. Like I said, plenty of different life paths! 

Nothing wrong with any of that. But there IS something wrong with saying that the older generations of women lived carefree lives and with implying that feminism took this away from you. 

Let’s look at that together: 

It seems like you’re underestimating how much work it is to be a full-time primary caretaker. Women who are full-time responsible for taking care of their children and household are not chilling at home like on a holiday. They have a 24/7 job with no breaks, no salary and a ton of responsibilities that they can’t clock out or take a sick day from. Again, this doesn’t mean that motherhood can’t be a a fulfilling and meaningful life path! But, surely without meaning to, you are insulting and belittling the hard work women do by saying that stay-at-home moms live an easy life without any worries. Care work is work. 

You say you’d be taken care of for life. It’s great if that works out! But it’s actually a quite common issue that it doesn’t. What if your husband suddenly leaves you? What if he dies unexpectedly? What if he turns abusive? Think about women in that position: no salary and three kids to feed. You’ll have difficulties finding a job (no qualifications, no job experience, a large gap in your resume and trouble affording childcare). You may not even have a place to stay (your husband owns the house) or your own bank account (your husband handled the finances). 

You didn’t say exactly which generation you’re thinking of but there actually has never been one where all women lived the same life. Let’s look at the picture of the American 1950s housewife here. There are people out there who romanticize that as the „golden age for women“, similarly to what you describe in your message: a time where women didn’t have to worry about finding jobs or going to university or understanding politics and instead found fulfillment in nurturing their kids and husbands and could dedicate all day to cooking and doing crafts. A simpler, less stressful time, more nourishing for the soul than today’s hectic schedule. As nice as that picture may seem: it’s historical fiction. First of all, even back then only part of society could really afford to only have one partner working. It was mostly white middle-class women who lived that traditional housewife life. Other women (for example working-class women, immigrant women, black women and other women of color) were rarely afforded the luxury of staying home. They had jobs, oftentimes very hard and exhausting ones, for example as factory workers, farm laborers or as household help for wealthier families. That „peaceful home life of women“ some people are now nostalgic for was actually often built on the hard work of other women: many families relied on the labor of poorer women to afford that lifestyle. 

Even if you only look at those who were wealthy (and white) enough to actually live that lifestyle: it wasn’t a golden age for women. There was immense pressure on them, actually. Pressure to be sexually attractive and available to your husband at all times (even when you don’t feel like it), pressure to get pregnant and have many kids (even when your body still needs to recover from the last pregnancy), pressure to have a spotless home at all times (even when you’re unwell or pregnant), pressure to suppress any personal desires that do not center around your husband, kids and household responsibilities (hobbies outside the home were often discouraged or outright forbidden), pressure to make all that look effortless and be happy at all times… 

Plus, some of the things sold as nostalgic now are actually awful if you think about it! It sounds like a nice mental break „not having to worry“ about working, pursuing higher education, paying your own rent etc. But what that actually meant was not being (legally or socially) allowed to do those things. There’s a big difference between choosing not to do something and not being allowed to do it. 

You already know this but I feel like it deserves its own point: lesbians in older generations didn’t have easy, carefree lives, either. In fact, they often lived dangerous lives and faced the constant threat of institutionalization or criminal punishment. 

So, that fantasy of carefree women back in the olden days is not real - but your wish for rest and stability is. Please know that I’m not judging you or making fun of you or thinking you’re stupid. Far from that, I think you feel something that’s really relatable. So many of us feel like life is too stressful and too hard. 

Rather than grieving a time that never existed like that, I think some things you can do are: 

Reflect on what you can do (now and in the future) to make your life more closely aligned with what you desire. Do you want to try out more domestic hobbies (like baking)? Can you simplify or slow down some of your daily routines, so modern life feels less overwhelming? Do you want to look more closer into the available options of having kids as a lesbian? 

Use this historical fantasy to learn more about your values and needs. What about it is appealing to you and how can you fight for them in the modern world, as a feminist? If it’s the idea of not being lonely (surrounded by husband and kids), maybe you can look into helping to build or maintain community spaces in your area. Maybe it’s the feeling of being needed, then you could look into volunteering. Maybe you really care about mothers, then you could learn about and advocate for things that make modern life easier for them (like access to healthcare, childcare, education, fair work conditions etc.)

[28dayslater]

How do you even know that your great great great grandparents were farmers man. I don't even know what my dad's dad's job was

[mayakern]

I honestly don’t know how to write this; I have spent all week attempting to figure out what to say.

Last Monday I was informed by our factory that our merchandiser and direct point of contact with the factory passed away unexpectedly two weeks ago. She was someone who I have spent a great deal of time speaking to ever since we switched factories two years ago. She helped us realize designs for new products, sent us samples of garments extremely quickly and kept track of all our orders. She went to bat for us if something went wrong with our print shop or if I was unhappy with how a garment pattern was interpreted by their team. As their first American client and a brand that focuses on size inclusion, something that is not typical of their other clients, she handled a lot of crazy requests from us without blinking and she was dedicated to ensuring that both us and our customers were happy. We talked nearly every day, and though it was work related she was one of the kindest people I have had the pleasure interacting with daily.

She was beyond dedicated to her work and to working with us. Turkey has an 11-hour time difference from me in California, which means when she was emailing me at 2pm in the afternoon it was 1am there. You can sure bet that I extended her the same courtesy and tried my best to answer her emails at night too, even when I would rather just be sleeping.

It was also clear just how much she loved her job, and now much she loved you guys. She had been silently watching our social media since we first started working with them. She got just as excited as we did on launch days and would often email me unprompted about how she was glad people were leaving such positive comments and reviews. She read your feedback when no one ever asked her to do that or even expected it of her. She did it because she really, really cared.

Even though she was miles away and we never met in person, she was like a coworker to me and the loss of her is like losing someone on our team.

The Maya Kern team, as a whole, has been dealing with a lot lately. I personally just moved (which took far longer than we expected) and Maya and Devin are gearing up to move back to Minneapolis pretty soon. With the loss of our merchandizer, it has taken the wind out of my sails a little bit. I was trying to push through, even though I am exhausted, and carry out the photo shoot for our new products this weekend, but it has become clear that my body just can’t handle it. My arthritis has finally told me to stop moving, so unfortunately, we are going to have to reschedule the shoot for later on.

We are doing everything we can to make sure our next product drop on the 21st still happens. But as of right now, due to this sudden loss, the garments haven’t even shipped from the factory yet and I am not optimistic that they will clear customs and get checked into the fulfillment center in time for the launch. This means the drop is likely going to be pushed back to December 5th and instead of a full photo shoot, we will probably have to settle for taking quick photos of everyone at home, and likely with our phones. 

We work really hard to deliver not just garments we believe in, but also pictures of said garments on bodies that our customers can relate to, and unfortunately I just do not think that is possible this time. As always, we really appreciate your patience and understanding during what has been a very difficult time for us.

Ash

Chief Operations Officer

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Down Home 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The world's most famous heroes walk into a small town diner and change your life.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Note: Because of this.

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It’s a slow day. Every day is slow out in Tumble Down. The township’s name tells the whole story. Everything there is in decline. It’s hard to imagine there was ever a time when the people weren’t tiny and forgotten in the hubbub of the bigger world. Since the mines closed and the canning factory was outsourced, it feels even smaller. 

Smaller isn’t so bad. It’s simpler. You all know each other’s names and faces. You say hi and how are you and do what needs to be done. Simple is, simple as. 

You here there isn’t much to do in most small towns. Not for fun or for work. You’re one of the lucky ones. You got a job down at the diner in your sophomore year. It helped pay for your daddy’s new engine and since then, it keeps you all afloat in the rising waters of disparity as they close in on Tumble Down. 

You hum to the old radio that sits on the shelf you make sure to dust. The speakers crackle from time to time and the signal gets wonky in storm season, but the music’s never bad. It’s the classic stuff that always played in your mother’s kitchen. 

You wipe down another table. Not because it needs it, just because it’s something to do. The day has been long and listless. Even the breakfast rush was lower than usual. 

Darnell, the cook, whistles along from the back. Everyone knows he isn’t as mean as he looks. He just likes his space. 

As you go back to the counter and lean on it, staring at the ticking clock, a roar cuts through the distance. You blink and look up, narrowing your eyes at the dusty country road outside. Wind rustles through the tall wheat in the field opposite and the noise rumbles closer and closer. 

A man pulls in a motorbike. He’s going so fast that he has to circle the gravel lot before he can slow down. It’s not Lenny and his prized Harley but another man on a more modern-looking mount. Not far behind, another motorcycle zips through and the riders straddle their bikes as the survey the restaurant. 

You narrow your eyes. You probably need glasses but you make do. The last time you got your eyes checked, you didn’t have enough for the frames. 

The one man wears blue and red, an odd helmet on his head. Not a helmet at all but a sort of mask. The other man has dark hair to his chin and a beard to match. He’s all in black but his left arm shines with gold ripples. Not a sleeve, an arm, made of metal. 

“Oh my lord,” you murmur in shock, “Darnell!” You holler over your shoulder, “you’re not gonna believe this.” You turn to the window as he pokes his head around, “not sure I do myself. Tell me my eyes aren’t lyin’.” 

He looks above your head, an easy task for the mammoth cook. He hums and swirls around his spatula. “Thems those boys on the news. The one that was in the old war. Grandad’s battle.” 

“I’m not going crazy with boredom?” You bubble. 

He snorts. It’s as close to a laugh as you get from him. You spin back and hurry around the counter to grab a pair of menus. Still, you don’t want to seem too eager. You put down the menus and fiddle with a napkin holder instead. 

The bell over the door jingles and swipe up the menus and turn. You really can’t believe it’s them. Yet, as Captain America removes his cowl, you’re certain. They look just like they do on the TV. Even with your sight, you can tell. 

“Hello, fellas, how are you doin’ today?” 

The dark-haired one, the Winter Soldier, glances at the other, his cheek dimpling, “well... we’re... uh...” 

“We’re doing great,” Steve Rogers answers brightly. “Starving. You guys serve bacon? My buddy’s dying for some.” 

“Um, yes, sirs, yes. Can I sit ya down?” You ask, hugging the menus closer. 

“Please,” the Captain accepts as the other man stays silent and pensive, his eyes wandering down to the coffee stain on your apron. 

“Just here,” you sweep away and wave them on with you. You stop beside the nicest booth and lay down a menu on each side, “have a seat.” 

They do just as you bid. The blond puts his cowl on the table and unhooks the shield from his back to lay on the far end of the seat. He smooths back the sweaty strands of hair as his companion stretches his metal fingers. You sway nervously by the table, twitching as you remind yourself how to do your job. 

“Well, can I get ya started with coffee? You look beat from the road.” You beam with the smile Mr. Welk says could outshine the sun. 

“Not just the road,” the dark-haired one mutters as he rolls his shoulder. The one that connects to his real arm. “I’ll take one, please.” 

“Can I get an orange juice, please,” the Captain asks. 

“Course ya can. I’ll be right back. You have a look at the specials and give it a think,” you bounce and spin around. 

You go to pour the orange juice and a cup of black coffee. Darnell lingers by the window. He only ever really appears to put a plate up but he watches the new arrivals. 

You bring their drinks and step back, clasping your hands behind you. 

“Did ya need cream or sugar for your coffee, sir?” You ask. 

“Black’s fine,” he assures. 

“No need for the sirs. Steve, Bucky,” Captain America insists, “we’re off duty.” 

“Right, sorry about that, ssss...Steve,” you correct yourself. “You need some more time?” 

“Think I’m decided,” Bucky intones, “what about you?” 

“Set,” Steve confirms, “I’ll have the sunny side up with toast and sausage. Can I get some fruit on the side as well, please?” 

He hands over the menu and you take it as you hold your smile. Your cheeks ache. Not because you have to force it but because you can’t stop. This is the most exciting thing to happen in Tumble Down ever. If Darnell wasn’t there, no one would believe you. 

“Overeasy, bacon, extra bacon too, and some french toast, and uh... home fries.” Bucky offers up the second menu, “please and thank you.” 

“Alrighty,” you preen, “I’ll put your order in.” 

“Got it,” Darnell growls over the empty diner. 

“He’s got good hearing,” you giggle nervously as you look between the men. “Ummmm, sorry, I’ll leave ya be.” 

“You’re not bothering,” Steve assures. “I can see you’re dying to ask.” 

He gives a gentle smile. 

“Nah, oh, gosh. I’m sure ya get it all the time. I don’t wanna be one of those,” you put your hands up. “Really, you all look like you could use the peace and quiet.” 

“Well, actually, I’ve been stuck with this meathead for days,” Bucky scoffs, “so please, I’d love to hear someone else’s voice.” 

You laugh again. They’re funnier than you expect. They always look so serious on the TV. 

“What... what are y’all doing here in Tumble Down? It’s a bit far from... anywhere.” You ask sheepishly. 

“Tumble Down? Is that what it’s called?” Steve scratches his neck above his stained collar. “Well, we couldn’t get a signal so we’ve just been riding through. Saw the sign down the way and figured we’d get a bite.” 

“He’s lying. He was falling asleep on his bike,” Bucky teases. 

“Sure,” Steve shakes his head. “Only ‘cause I’m tired of you.” 

You giggle again, “I thought y’all were friends.” 

“Friends, partners, cursed with each other, have your pick,” Bucky snorts. 

“He’s playing,” Steve says. “Look, we’re boring. Despite what you think. We’re a couple of old men bickering with each other. What about you? What about Tumble Down?” 

“Ah, nothing really, sir. Steve,” you squeeze the menus tight at the edges. “Nothing going on since the coal law and that. Everyone’s all but run out. All but us.” 

“Just you? Your family?” Steve wonders. 

“Jesus, Steve, nosy much?” Bucky says over the brim of his mug. 

“Sorry. He’s right. Like I said. Crotchety old man. I talk to the pigeons.” 

You laugh again, “oh my, you are a hoot!” You slap your thigh emphatically, “I’m still my ma and pa. It’s just the three of us. They need help with the animals and that.” 

“Animals?” Steve wonders, his posture shifting towards you. 

“Chickens, cows. They got a farm. Was my grandpa’s. And his ma kept it going after he didn’t come home from... well, you’d know more about that time than me, I think.” You give a forlorn look to the floor. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry about your grandfather. Great grandfather,” he corrects himself. 

“Lotta good men gone,” Bucky mulls grimly. 

“Yeah, my great granny said as much. I wouldn’t know though, but I heard the stories,” you dare to look at them again. “Sorry to bring up the bad memories.” 

“Nah,” Bucky waves you off casually. “I got this nifty arm outta it.” 

“And I got a shield so, you know, not all losses,” Steve chuckles. 

“I s’pose,” you agree. “I’m gonna check on that food for ya. You good with your coffee?” 

Bucky raises the mug, “delicious.” 

You nod and turn with a swish of your skirt. You go up to the window and look over the ledge. “How’s it going, Darnell?” 

“Going. I’m happy it ain’t Raylene here. She’s got a mouth on her, don’t she? Them sort don’t deserve that trouble,” he tisks. 

“They’re nice. And Raylene is too. She’s just... Raylene,” you say, “can I help with anything?” 

“I don’t wanna be rude but I’m tired of tellin’ ya to stay outta my kitchen. You know the grill likes to spit,” he shakes his head. “You go, I’ll let ya know when it’s ready.” 

“Alright,” you back away and turn back. 

Steve and Bucky lean over the table, their voices low as they chat. As you move around behind the counter, they both sit up and the former clears his throat. You smile as you take the cloth from your apron pocket and wipe the already clean counter. 

As the radio buzzes, you hum without thinking. Stevie Ray Vaughan’s smoky voice mingles with the emotion plucked through electric strings. Your dad’s a big fan. He has old tapes with concerts on them and even went to one himself. 

The bell rings and you nearly jump out of your shoes. You turn and scoop up the plates as you thank Darnell. He grumbles that he’s going out to have a smoke; his code for having a Tootsie Pop by the backdoor. 

You bring the meals over to the table and set them down before the men. Their gazes make you sweat. It’s all a little more intense with no one else there. 

“Thank you,” Steve says and Bucky echoes him. 

“Not at all. Anything else? Water? Ketchup?” 

“It all looks great as is,” Steve says, “you got a nice voice.” 

“Oh, really? Ha, I was just humming out of tune. Sorry if I was too loud.” 

“Not at all,” Bucky picks up his fork as he leans forward. He tilts his head. “You know this one?” 

“Sure do. It’s Fleetwood Mac,” you answer. “One my all times.” 

He grins and nods as he looks at Steve. Steve watches you with a smile of his own. 

“Do you sing?” He asks. 

“Me? Only in my shower or to the chickens. They usually hide in the henhouse then.” You tinkle with laughter. 

“Ah,” Steve nods. 

“But if... if ya really wanna suffer, I could try it,” you smile, “but uh, you know, Stevie Nicks, she’s one of a kind.” 

“I’ve had worse,” Steve says. 

You look between him and Bucky. You chew your lip and think. You follow the song as you try to recognise which verse it is. You squint and perk up as you catch your place. 

“You just let me know when you’ve had enough,” you say before you start. Not only can you tell your pa that you met the super soldiers, you can tell him you sang for them. It’ll be a nice bit of excitement for the dinner table. 

[valentinebugzee]

Sonic Boom! Agent Stone AU (pt.1)

(This is kind of an outline thing for the fic I plan on writing in the future btw!!)

Chapter 1 posted!

•On one random Tuesday, a coffee shop named "The Mean Bean" appeared in the middle of town, with no construction and no posters for the place, as if it fell from the sky.

•It probably did since it's sonic boom and all.

•Sonic and friends had different opinions on the place, but all of them went in anyway.

•Sonic thought he wasn't really a coffee guy but it wouldn't hurt to try something new.

•Amy admired how beautiful and modern the place looked, unlike the rest of the establishments in their formerly unnamed village.

•Tails questioned how they had managed to construct a cafe that quickly without anyone noticing.

•Knuckles wondered why this bean shop smelled like coffee.

•Sticks, however...had her theories.

•Upon laying her eyes on the establishment, she started coming up with 50 theories per second; her friends dismissed her to get the plot going.

•Sticks's suspicions didn't subside one bit once entered the shop and made eye contact with a grinning barista with the name tag "Stone"

•What really got Sticks paranoid is how nice and friendly the barista was, and how he was the only person working there.

•Stone served them and said their orders were "on the house"

•Sticks refused to order anything, claiming it was a trap and the food had microchips in it to read the villager's thoughts and know the village's most crucial secrets.

•Right in the middle of Stick's yap session, Eggman initiated a very well-timed attack.

•Cut to Shoujo vision-eyed Stone laying his eyes for the very first time on the village's one and only villain (or the only one that matters)

•He quickly snapped out of it, adjusted his clothes, and cleared his throat, then walked out of his coffee shop to greet the villain.

•He had politely asked Eggman to take the fight somewhere further away from his coffee shop and Eggman surprisingly obliged (not without blowing up in Stone's face ofc) (Stone didn't look like he minded) (He actually looked even more love-struck) (weirdo)

•The fight ended, and the gang went back to the coffee shop, where Stone inquired about the evil doctor who almost blew up his shop.

•That was Stick's last straw; she started screaming about how Stone was a government agent who would doom the entire village if they didn't stop him.

•She ran out screaming when her friends still didn't believe her.

•Girl, get better friends.

•She figured that if she was going to foil the evil government agent's plans she needed someone else helping her, another pair of eyes to look out for the village if the government agent decided that she was an obstacle in his way and kidnaps her to a work in a secret underground trees-that-are- actually-spy-cameras-factory.

•And that's when she found Shadow in a cave that he definitely doesn't live in.

•He reluctantly agreed to help her because he was also suspicious about that guy, not that he cared about the village but he didn't like being oblivious about evil happening on his turf.

•He didn't believe stick's microchipped food theory, but Stone being a government agent didn't seem too far off for him...

•They both had their separate attempts at getting answers out of Stone.

•First was Sticks, she set up a trap.

•ofc Stone fell for it because how else would the story progress.

•She interrogated him as he was upside down hanging from a tree outside her home.

•He denied all claims and feigned innocence, claiming he was just a barista that came from far far away to simply serve people happiness in the form of coffee.

•She opted for more efficient interrogation techniques, she turned around and entered her home to..grab a feather and tickle him idfk

•Once she returned outside she saw the net was burnt to crisp and the human was nowhere to be found.

•Now she's sure she's not paranoid.

•She reported her findings to Shadow.

•Now it was Shadow's turn, seeing how Stone definitely had some special equipment/weapons on him the idea of there being microchips in the food didn't seem too uncanny.

•Shadow showed up to The Mean Bean, Sticks intently staring at him from behind the glass doors (creeping everyone in the shop out)

•Shadow thought he shouldn't interrogate him as that would end up as fruitful as Stick's efforts.

•Instead he chose to just behave as a normal customer, he was the ultimate life form after all, if there was something odd about the food then he'd know (I'm pulling this shit outta my ass okay)

•Just like the badger had described him "Very sweet with an evil aura", and something about trees.

•Stone felt somewhat nervous/awkward towards the hedgehog, so far all his customers were either stupid or friendly excluding the badger that kidnapped him because she wasn't a customer at all)

•The Hedgehog chose a cat muffin, glaring at stone the entire time.

•That was the best goddamn muffin he has ever had in his life.

•He slammed the money on the counter and returned back to a very distraught badger.

•"ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE THE RADIATIONS GETTING TO YOUR BRAIN?! ARE YOU BRAINWASHED?! DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR TRAGIC BACKSTORY?! DID THE MUFFIN DO SOMETHING TO YOU?!"

"Raspberry jam..."

"huh?"

[targwife]

CRUSH - MALACHY GRANGER

summary: getting trapped by a storm over at the boathut leads to a night-in with an older guy working at the jetty. cw: pure filth, age gap, pinv, porn with barely any plot, english isn't my first language! not proof read. wordcount: 4,293

The cold prickled at your skin as you finished tying up the boats to the jetty pegs, saying your goodbyes to the last customers; tourists who were willing to pay a pretty penny to rent a wooden craft and pretend to live the fishing town-local experience. as annoying as they were, they allowed you to get this summer job at the dock while waiting for your last year of school. as you pulled out your blackberry to check the time, 10 pm, rain began to drip down softly, but summer storms never remained light for long.

You ran for the protection of the boat hut in a hurry, going to look for any actual fishermen still working or at least the keys to the little house upstairs, you lived nearby enough to get just fine without a car normally but walking wouldn’t do in this weather.

“Get lost we’re done for the day” A gruff, thickly accented voice sounded from behind a couple of upright boats that were getting fixed up.

You couldn’t help but scoff out a laugh at his terrible attitude “I’m not a tourist” The rain began downpouring outside the posts of the boat hut.

“You’re the girl Arj got renting out the boats?” You finally saw him, a man about 8 or 9 years your senior, his face unshaven with his hair a dark blond, his clothes were dark and baggy and practical for his job, slightly dirtied up by this time after hours of work.

You nodded, focusing involuntarily on the way he rubbed his hands clean on a rag, staining it with the dark motor oil he got on them while working, they looked strong and used, not at all like your last boyfriend’s; All soft and new, if a scratch got on them, it was from football practice.

He extended one of them to you, a smirk tugging on his lips, “Malachy”.

You finally realized who he was when you heard him call his name, Arj had mentioned him a few times, said he usually worked late hours after his shifts at the factory so you wouldn’t see much of him. You told him your name and he repeated it as you shook his hand. “Bit of a situation we got ourselves in, aye?” When he spoke those words you realized the rain wouldn’t stop for hours and you cursed yourself. “Or maybe not, won’t your daddy come pick you up?”

“Dad’s out of town” You should have focused on defending yourself against his mocking before responding but you were so worried about being trapped in there the whole night.

He clicked his tongue “That’s tuff” Malachy spoke nonchalantly as he got done with his job putting his tools away messily. “Don’t look at me all sad, my brother’s got the car tonight, can’t take you ‘ome” He told you when he saw your wide-eyed, distressed face.

“Do you mean for me to sleep on a boat?” You told him slightly bewildered at his lack of care for the situation, you were locked at the edge of town by the rain with no car.

He reached for his back pocket and pulled out a pair of keys, not really bothered by your attitude, when compared with Amy you seemed like a total sweetheart “Go upstairs, I still got to test out this one-” he pointed with the keys to one of the boats behind him “-out on the water so I still have a while left” You took them when he handed them over and smiled extremely thankful “I’ll leave as soon as the rain stops” You assured Malachy, who was already getting the boat down from the suspension, a small sigh of effort escaping his lips as he pulled on the rusty lever “Sleep tight, then”.

You sat on the counter with your legs crossed, one hanging lazily from it, you had put your hair up as soon as you arrived and had changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt you found in a neat little pile with clothes of a few different sizes and styles, they seemed a mix from friends staying over and «missing items» that would probably end up getting turned into rags anyway. as you sipped on some instant coffee from the only clean mug you could find, not wanting to fall asleep out of self-preservation instincts, you looked around the studio that was the boat hut; A few string lights and neon «cafe» sign illuminated the room in an odd mix of oranges and pinks and reds. Down in front of the small utilitarian kitchen was an old red couch as well as a black leather one by another wall, the bed in the corner behind some string beads and curtains was placed on the floor with a messy array of mismatched bed sheets on top. It was comfortable, you thought, especially as the rain battled against the window right in front of you, mixing with the sound of the CD you had found already in the boombox, music from the late 90s played on it and you could imagine malachy recording it back on his high school days just right.

The door opened and in came Malachy, he had his hood on to protect him from the rain, the off-color fabric darkened to pitch black from it. He looked at you while he kicked out his shoes and searched around his pockets, successfully pulling out a fag from the small box. “Comfortable, are we?”.

You smiled a bit, it’s not that you were shy, but staying the night over at this place with him took away your wits a bit “I thought you weren’t coming by now” You confessed while reaching for one of the upper open cabinets, remembering seeing an ashtray when you looked for the mug, when you found it you got up from the counter and placed it on a small coffee table, he simply nodded at you and lit his cig, sitting down on the red sofa for a smoke after work, his eyes closing softly as he leaned back on it, tired.

“You need a back massage?” You offered amused, staring intently as he stretched his neck after pulling his hood down.

“’M trying to do as many hours as possible” He explained, his fag hanging from his mouth after he blew the smoke “Saving up to leave town one day” You scoffed with a mocking smile, leaning against the counter and setting down your coffee. “What’s so funny?”.

“Everyone says that but no one ever leaves” He looked at you, wanting to deny your words and get angry at your claims, but he just smiled and shook the ash from his cig leaning over to the tray, finding you interesting enough.

“Do you mean to stay here forever?”

“It’s kinda pretty, I think” Malachy listened intently to you and it made you lick your lips before continuing “Being born and dying in the same place, you know? Like a full circle”

“I just find it sad to be honest” As he saw the way you pursed your lips at his answer Mack realized how nice you looked, you were far from the first girl the brothers brought up to the boathouse, but, still, he knew a pretty girl when he saw one and the red glow from that stupid neon sign they got years ago, back when they meant to make the hut a cafe made him stare a few seconds, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s because boys can never see the pretty things in life” You retaliated, he liked the irony of your timing, but he just took another breather of his fag before answering.

“I’m not a boy, you know”

You two had been talking for over two hours by now, the rain long one, still, neither of you said anything about it as you spoke about your stupid hopes and dreams or joked about the silliest things, you learned a few things about him; He had been working for ten years and he was 26 now, he had been trying to break up with this girl you went to school with, amy knightly, the boat hut used to be his father’s before him but now Arj ran it mostly and he had a dog back at her mom’s house, a retriever mutt he got at 18.

The more you listened the closer you wanted to be to him, maybe it was the multiple beers you both were having after he asked you to get him one from the fridge, or maybe it was how you just kept noticing how attractive he was, sitting beside him on the couch you could see his reddened eyes, nose and lips and darkened under eyes from being out on his boat, the way he smelled like sea salt and his cigarettes and a sweet woody musk from the wood varnish used on his craft, it was intensely masculine and captivating and you couldn’t get enough.

“If you want me to fuck you just say it” You snapped back realizing in half-drunken embarrassment the lewd way you had been eyeing him since you got up for your fourth beer of the night.

You walked back to the couch, setting the drink on the coffee table with a tight-lipped smile, a mix of embarrassment and a terrible quip brewing up “You realize not every high schooler wants to fuck you, right?” You gave Mack a giddy smile as his fell, throwing a pillow at you while you laughed at his bothered expression.

“Don’t be an arsehole, mhm?” He said, taking a swig of his beer while looking at you right after, his blue eyes were burning your skin and you felt the heat all over you as he bulged his tongue against his cheek still annoyed but slightly amused.

You got up to throw away the bottles as Malachy was trying to ready up the couch to sleep, your mind was just clear enough to perform the simple task but as you were walking back to him the drinks caught up to you, tripping against the coffee table; mack quickly reacted, one hand going to your shoulder as another held onto your waist, keeping you upright before you had time to fall, you felt his breathing coming over you as you lifted your head to look at him, you swallowed thickly at the view, his messed up hair from the zip-up hoodie and tightly closed lips as he breathed through his nose regularly, seemingly unbothered by the closeness, you could feel his rough jeans on your bare legs and his hands didn’t let go of you.

Those seconds felt like ages, the pinning for each other hurt as you both held eye contact, he licked his lips without saying a word, trying to hide his small smirk as his hand snaked from your shoulder to the side of your neck his fingers tangling in the loose hairs from the ponytail, the touch of his hands on bare skin was exactly as you imagined, hot and rough as were his lips when they crashed against yours without needing a word, your hands went up to his waist trying to close any remaining distance between you, pulling him until his pelvis leaned against your body.

Your knees went weak as he kissed you, it was nothing like the sloppy mess you were used to with the boys in your class, Mack seemed so experienced and skilled that it made ideas run wild in your mind, completely ignoring the repercussions this might bring.

He smiled as you both tore apart for air, a breathy chuckle parted his lips in a way that had you gawking at him like a schoolgirl, though you supposed that was indeed what you were. “This is so wrong” You spoke with a slight laugh, getting so red your skin felt warm.

“You wanna stop?” He spoke still a bit breathless just like you, looking into your eyes for any sort of doubt, you saw pure mischief in his face as you shook your head no, his smile seemed so mocking that it made you feel in danger, though the feeling went away as soon as he backed down to the couch, dragging your wrist to make you come onto his lap, which you obeyed without resistance.

As you climbed up his lap his hands came under your shirt, almost giving you goosebumps. “You’re so fucking pretty” He almost whispered as he recalled your words from earlier, his accent making his already gruff voice reverberate in your head, or at least that’s what it felt like to you in your mesmerized, tipsy state.

You kissed his lips again, one hand on the wall behind the couch and another tangled in his short hair, Malachy traced your body with his, aching to get rid of the excess fabric. “You’re so desperate”.

“I don’t like waiting” Satisfied with his response, you raised up, your body still sitting on his crotch, and removed your top in haste. You had piled your bra away with the rest of your clothes and Mack seemed rather happy about it, that smug, intimidatingly handsome smile on his face has he saw you exposed, the palm of his hand cupping your right breast as his thumb teased your nibble with its pad.

“Be fair with me…” You begged, rolling your hips as you sat down with a bit more pressure. The light falling over your face and the back of his neck was blue and silver with moonlight and streetlights while your body and his face were silhouetted in the red neon sign, he looked so perfect to you as he parted his lips when he felt your contact, quickly paying attention to your words as he sat up to remove his zip-up and shirt.

Broad and strong and not overly defined, with a happy trail of light hair that ran from his belly button all the way beneath his denim, his body was just as you expected, as seemingly all of him was; a reliable, traditional man who worked from dusk till dawn and came home to fuck you silly before repeating the routine. You liked that it wasn’t all guessing and assuming like with the boys, it was easy to lose yourself to him.

After an eternity of a soft back and forth on his lap, feeling each sigh he gave you, his eyes never leaving yours, you could tell that he was getting impatient.

“Let’s get you out of those, yeah?” He coddled you in that voice oh his that made thinking difficult, his fingers doing quick work of the tie front of the cotton lounging shorts, you saw him smile to himself as he dragged them down hurriedly, especially when you got up just to remove them, leaning forward to put a supporting hand on his thigh as you stepped out of them.

As much as the way his big eyes looked up at you demanding for you to get on him instantly, you smiled softly as you shimmied out of your day-of-the-week undies, which he noticed with a smiling scoff. His eyes trailed up your legs as these fell to the floor and continued up your whole naked form.

“You’re not Arj’s girl, are you?” He asked as you came back onto him and his hands went up the backs of your thighs to your ass, it’s not that he would stop at this point, but it would be nice to know.

You shook no with a sweet little smile, you could feel him bulge against his jeans in a way that felt delicious as you stirred on his lap. “Just his employee”.

He nodded amused, leaning his head back as he felt you probably staining his work clothes, not that he cared right now “He better don’t find out then, yeah?”

Malachy knew your response as you began to mess with the button on his pants, he was a bit less drunk, so he easily got rid of them enough for you to trace a finger down his hardened but domestic belly. it sent a shiver down his spine and if you weren’t so focused on getting into his pants you would have gotten the same as he left out a low, elongated curse out his lips when you palmed him over his boxer briefs.

Even though he found it quite cute when you almost tripped over yourself trying to get rid of his jeans and briefs, Mack felt a tang of responsibility as he looked at your worried pout; He was bigger than any of the boys you had been with, granted they weren’t huge, but he made it hard not to notice, dizzyingly long and girthy, it wasn’t overly veiny but just enough, he had a few moles on the base and you smiled sheepishly as you took it into your hand and noticed another on its thick tip.

He took your wrist and brought your hand up midway, spitting on it without any need for words. As you kept up eye contact you wrapped your hand around him, the look on his face was electrifying as if the only thing you ever wanted to do was pleasing him.

You started moving your hand up and down with a repetitive rhythm, focusing on his reactions; Sights and small words of praise that almost sounded like whispers, you were thankful for the slickness the spit gave you as you could just be delighted by staring at how he leaned his hand back in sheer pleasure, it was perfect.

He seemed to last more than the boys, too, you noticed how he kept his breathing almost regular and how his focus was on you the entire time, making you crave him even more. You hurried up your movements, trying to get to see him getting that sweet release, instead, he just held your wrist again, not fully stopping you, “Don’t fucking do that” This time his expression was like that of someone scolding a puppy.

“I just want you to feel good, Mack” You didn’t know if it was the nickname or your pathetic tone, but Malachy grabbed your thighs and brought you closer to him, letting go of your arm.

He turned to his jeans that were sprawled on the armrest of the sofa and from his back pocket he pulled out his wallet, you smiled. “Tis back practice to keep condoms in your wallet, you know? Makes them not last as long” He looked at you with a frown on his brow and a slight smile, he found you incredibly attractive, he would risk another thousand arguments with Amy for you if he didn’t.

“If you want me to I could just ditch it” You couldn’t help but give a breathy little laugh at his simplicity, weakened by the way his voice sounded now, all hoarse and already a bit spent.

You took the condom from his hand and made quick work of it, biting the inside of your cheek as you did it, a simple gesture of concentration that made him so impatient for being inside of you.

Not that he had to wait for long, you took him in your hand and rubbed it against your core in a way that made you close your eyes to avoid any moans from escaping you.

Malachy however, wanting so desperately to hear you that it was almost painful, grabbing a handful of the soft part of your hip as he grabbed himself over your soft hand, guiding it inside in a pleasurable slowness.

“Fuck... you’re soaked” You felt the heat on your face at his words that sounded more like a praise, but you couldn’t answer, even if you weren’t yet pressed against him the stretch from his thickness felt incredible, making you hold on with one hand onto his cheek to make him look at your face, wanting him to see how he was making you feel.

He did see it, his lips parted open and his eyebrows frowned, neither even daring to make a sound as you readjusted yourself, sitting flush against him.

It took you a few moments to even try to move, fearing that it would hurt and distract you from the tight knot beginning in your belly. Malachy tore his eyes away from you for the first time since he got inside of you, his gaze went downwards and the embarrassment you felt only made you slicker with the premise of doing something forbidden; this older, lowlife stranger was seeing all of you and was about to fuck you silly for all that’s worth, and for some reason you trusted him all the more, you felt incredibly good just like this.

The hand that had been teasing your tits moved down with confidence, Mack placed it flat against your belly and began rubbing the slowest circles on your clit with his thumb, it was a teasing, torturous pleasure that made you moan softly as you began moving on him, barely at first, drawing delicious moans from him, who let once again his head backward, his eyes closed trying to focus on the tight, warm feeling that drove him crazy.

It wasn’t long until you needed more, supporting yourself on his thick, muscular thighs behind you as you began increasing your movements, malachy looked back up at you and you felt like he would eat you up right there and then, his waterline was reddened by the lack of sleep and it made him look feral, he kept his fingers on you and his lips slightly parted, groaning gruffly rather than moaning by know, especially as you kept increasing the pace, desperately searching for the release you still felt so far away from.

Mack wasn’t one for passionate sex but he wouldn’t keep his free hand from caressing you, his warm, rough hand holding your waist doing a number on your head.

“I need more” You begged him and you were barely given any time to react before you felt him moving his arms around you, you would have complained about the lost stimulation if it wasn't for the way he laid you on your back on the sofa with your head on the armrest and your hips off the fabric, being hoisted up by his strong arms and thighs.

“You’re making me mad” He admitted almost smiling, the sight of your naked body underneath his did make him go mad, quickly going back to your rhythm and soon after increasing it, it became a pounding that made you move on the couch, his abdomen crashing against your bud on each stroke of his tight, strong hips, his hand supporting him on your belly as he moved mercilessly by the time all the pain was gone, leaving being the sting of being stretched over and over by him, who kept his brows low as he looked at you almost underneath them, he would’ve been scary any other night on the dock but your luck had you holding on to the red sofa as he rammed into you with an animalistic, repetitive motion.

He wasn’t loud but didn’t care for keeping quiet either while you were sure to be giving him a show with your shaky moans from the constant feeling of him almost leaving you before going all the way back inside, it was maddening and your eyes were about to roll back in your skull when he grabbed hold of your ankle to bend your knee further, opening you even more to him.

Malachy had great endurance while you were still inexperienced, especially when it came to coming while doing it, you were sweating and gasping, begging for him to keep going, while he kept his gaze on you letting gasps and sighs leave his lips with the occasional moan, it only made you even more eager for him as the sounds mixed in the lewdest way with the one coming from your bodies crashing, especially given how wet you were for him, which he noticed in his almost out of breath praisings of you and your body.

It didn’t take long for him to make a mess out of you, barely knowing how to mumble for him to go slower, as he was about to make you come; if he heard you or not was up for debate, but he didn’t pay you any mind, feeling the way you tightened around his cock and groaning in return as you squeezed his arm for any kind of support, your eyes rolling back as you arched on the pillows coming around him.

It didn’t make him stop yet, as he tightened his grip around your ankle for leverage and continued fucking into you for long enough to make you clench around him again and again, overly sensitive and teary-eyed from your release.

He couldn’t keep going for much longer after that, even if he adored towering over your fucked-out form, he came with a deep, gruff moan that had your mouth agape and your hand patting around for his arm just so you could pull on it, bringing him down to your face to kiss him softly, which he answered with a tired smile.

It was raining again outside and the both of you couldn’t help but laugh as he scooped you up to move over to the bed though the sky was already a very light blue.

dividers credits: @cafekitsune taglist: @sadpuffpuff @sidrhds @forgetcakes

this is my first story in a loong time so i'm very nervy. would love some feedback!

[luffyvace]

The Luffy Package ☠️📦

(General & relationship headcanons as well as Luffy quotes (relationship implied) for his big day!!)

had to go all out for my fav 😊🤭

General Luffy headcanons:

Luffy has nails so short dirt can’t get under it 😭

not necessarily the booty diggers 🤭

but just really short, like almost booty digger ig—but not it

he has like 1% nail

its not intentional, they just never grow

i have a feeling someone taught luffy how to dance

idk who

it was likely makino, shanks or some else he cares deeply about

but he learned early on and has been a great dancer ever since!

maybe at parties since they happen a lot in one piece ⭐️

But just because someone taught him doesn’t mean he was awful at dancing at first

maybe he was a natural!

feel the rhythm typa thing 🎶 🕺

it’d be funny if he was

cuz imagine a guy that can dance but can’t sing

how you gon dance on beat to a out of tune song?? 😭

at least to uta anyway

ive always loved Luffy’s singing‼️

he never thinks about what the one piece is

but would be the most disappointed if it isn’t something cool

this dude is NOT interested in books so if the one piece really is just joyboy’s tale i don’t think he’ll be satisfied..😭 (I’m talking about the theory)

he definitely wouldn’t say it was all for nothin tho

he still has nakama, treasure and is the pirate king!! 👑

but…the one piece as books is just a mega L for him

Robin will enjoy ♡

you know that thing he does where he stretches his face real big? Like the time he was tryna cheer nami up when she was sick? And it scared vivi and zoro?

he scared himself when he first realized he could do that too

he was bored and started messing around with his devil fruit

at first he was outside and he stretched his mouth, and when realized he could see inside it, he was like ‘I wonder what this looks like’

so he went inside and did it into a mirror

he somehow managed to trash the whole bathroom running away from his reflection

he quickly got over it and realized it was kinda funny

he showed Ace and sabo who also found it terrifying

then preceded to scare people with it ever since

d end! :)

I feel like he’s thought about what the ��D’ in his name stands for too

He came up with a bunch of outrageous names that likely aren’t it..

”Dingus?”

”Donkey?”

”Demarto?”

”Doorbell?”

”Dinosaur?”

yeah, dinosaur seems the most plausible 😊

Luffy Dinosaur Monkey!

‘HEY THAT SOUNDS COOL 🤩’

yup, that’s probably what it stands for 😁

sneaks into the usopp factory whenever he’s not in there

he ends up playing with his creations and destroys, it, other projects, and the factory altogether in the progress

he then runs out laughing

usopp later returns to the ruins only to find his months work of his greatest creation yet named “ultimate captain usopp three thousand smasher” has been reduced to fragments of metal nothing ☺️

listen idk if oda has confirmed Luffy’s favorite color but I would say it’s none

why? The same reason why you can’t ask a toddler their’s, it’s just gonna constantly change and you know it’s not the truth

arguably, if I had to pick an actual color based off canon, (IK it’s a shade but wtv) it’d be white

why? wym? Don’t you remember that one ep where luffy sang a song about how he loves snow cuz it’s so white?

(one of his lesser talked about songs 😭💗)

Relationship Luffy headcanons:

Luffy as a partner is really rambunctious and loving

But do note that loving doesn’t always mean romantic

for him it means loving you a lot but not being lovey dovey when showing it

you need protecting? He’s on the case!! He can’t and he has to beat someone up? One of your nakama’ll do it so stay with them!

your strong? Perfect! He’s gonna go fight this guy so you go beat up that one!

why am I mentioning that? Because it shows he has a great sense of trust and faith in you

Of course he does with all his friends but your reasoning is different

not only are you his nakama, your also his partner!! Which means he loves you in a intimate way!! Not just platonically

I say “just” because I swear sometimes Luffy’ll feel like a friend with you (best friends and lover typa thing 💞) he’s just as goofy and chaotic with you as he is Usopp and chopper

he feels extra lively when around you and always wants to play, whether you like this or not. Your personality depends a lot on how your relationship with him is but I won’t dabble into that today because it’s his birthday. 🎉 but honestly it doesn’t matter if you punch him like nami or laugh like brook-

he’s still gonna bug you! 💖 seriously you can’t get rid of this dude 🤨 Luffy will drag you on every single one of his adventures so I hope your either brave or fearless like him. The only time you two separate and he allows it is when he’s fighting the boss type thing LOL. Like Doflamingo or smth.

that said Luffy isn’t clingy he just likes being around you and seeing what your doing. Especially when you haven’t landed on an island yet and he’s bored. He’s always singing, playing with your face (ironic cuz he’s the stretchy one) or trying to get you to play some silly game he made up

that usually somehow manages to tick everyone off. 🤷‍♀️

will grab your hands randomly and make you dance to some song he made up about literally anything he sees or feels

he even made one about YOU once :3

”OOOOOHHH your my partner! Yes my partner! We’re having lots of fun! Going on adventures- YAHOO!! And dancing a ton! We’ll dance all arcross the grand line!! Take your hats off and let them fly!! YIPPIE!! We’re having a graaaaand TIIIIIIIME!” 😁🕺

Luffy quotes: (implied relationship between you two)

”HEY LOOK DO YOU SEE THAT ISLAND!! Cmoncmoncmoncmoncmoncmon!! HURRY UP I WANNA GO EXPLORING!!”

”can you sneak in the kitchen and steal some food from sanji? I’m really hungry and he won’t let me in anymore!!”

”LETS HAVE A PARTY!!!” — “we don’t need a reason! CMON!’ CHEERS!”

”lets tame that thing and make it our pet!!”

”what should we name em?” — “Junpi? SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!” (You didn’t get a chance to respond 💕)

”HEY LOOK A RESTAURANT!! Grab on I’ll rocket us there!! HURRY UP IM HUNGRYYY!!”

”hey! Do you have any food on you?? I’m hungry!”

”Liar!! I can smell it!!”

”take a bath?! I don’t stink!!— EUGH!- okay yeah maybe….but I don’t wanna take a bath!! I’ll get all tired!”

”I’ll leave you with that guy! So go kick some butt! I’ll deal with that red forehead guy!!” (AN: There’s no actual red forehead guy that’s canon, I made it up 👍)

”⁉️ HEY WHAT HAPPENED?! Did that guy beat you up?! I’ll send him flying!! 💢”

”Shishishishi! Shh! Watch this! I’m gonna drop this on Usopp’s head! 🤭😂”

”Lets play a gaaaaame!! I’m so bored! 😞”

”can I have some of your food?” *Already stuffing a piece in his mouth* (the point is it’s not the whole thing ⁉️😱)

”HE LOOK MY BOUNTY WENT UP!! 🤩🤩‼️“

”Isn’t this fun?! 😆” (having a near death experience)

”don’t worry! My injuries don’t hurt at all! See? I’m dancing! I’m having fun!”

”oops. Sorry.”

”look!” (Two chop sticks stuffed up his nose and mouth)

”WOAHH A MAN KILLING BEAR!! LETS GO CHECK IT OUT! 🤩” (even if you wanted to say no your already being hoisted over there because you weren’t running fast enough for him)

”plan? Never mind that!! Let’s go! We’re gonna kick that butt head guys’ butt!!” (AN: another fictional villain I made up on a whim)

”HOLD ON TIGHT” (Gum Gum Rockets with hardly any warning)

”let’s play a game!! It’s called steal zoro’s swords without waking up zoro!! 😁”

”nyop!” (Puts you atop his shoulders 💓)

”nyop!” (Jumps on your back almost knocking you over 💝)

”look at my disguise! Nobody will suspect us! 😎👍”

”Cmere!” (Pulls you into his lap)

”HI! Is it almost time for dinner yet?” (Plops down in your lap)

Thanks for supporting me and my work—as well as my random disappearances too 💗🤗

Everyone! Say it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY‼️‼️

[takenbypeter]

Hi! I absolutely ADORE your Wonka fics 😍 can I request? I would love either a sick fic where the reader is sick and Willy takes care of her or one where she gets injured or faints or whatever

Or just a classic jealousy fic because we all know once his chocolate takes off Willy will be very popular with the ladies aha

Please and thank you I love everything you write btw

Envious; To Be Or Not To Be That Is The Question

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1164

Business was booming in the Wonka store.

People were constantly coming in and out and candy was practically flying off the shelves. Willy became busy working in his factory and his shop, but he still always had time for you and you were always grateful for that.

Honestly speaking, you expected this, I mean how could you not? His chocolate was so stupenderrific.

What you didn’t expect, or rather, what you forgot about was the popularity of not just the chocolate but of the man behind the creations.

You noticed it a few times before. The way someone would give him a look or maybe chat with their friends and giggle while staring at Willy Wonka. It didn’t bother you so, because nobody ever really acted on anything and you knew Willy only had his eye on one person.

You.

But today? Today was a little different.

Today you had decided to visit the chocolatier, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for you.

When entering the chocolate store you immediately noticed the crowd. There were people practically everywhere, left and right. But even so, you could easily spot your darling a mile away.

He was currently occupied with customers showing them around the store, no doubt explaining his chocolate to them. Not wanting to interrupt of course, you opted to walking around yourself, snacking on some of the sweet treats here and there.

Munching on a silver lining you neared your partner, while still keeping your distance. You could hear Willy as he enthusiastically explained his methods and you couldn’t help but beam at his passion.

Watching in admiration a comment nearby pulled you out of your daze.

“That Mr.Wonka, his snacks are delicious.” You heard coming from a group of women beside you. You glanced at them quickly, noticing how they were openly gawking.

“His snacks aren’t the only thing that’s delicious,” said another, before they burst into giggles.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the remarks. You tried to pay no mind but they continued.

“You are so bad.”

“What? She’s right,” said another, “actually I might take a crack at that.”

You frown slightly, your eyebrows knitting together.

“He’s probably taken.”

“Couldn’t hurt to try.”

“He might be tired of his relationship anyway.”

You squint, growing upset as they continue in their discussions with the occasional laughs. Who talks like that? You watch in annoyance as the group travels to Willy Wonka. Honestly you were upset, but frankly you wanted to see how this all was going to go down.

Picking up a flower dessert the woman saunters to Willy, “gee Mr.Wonka, your ideas are oh so unique. You can really see your pure creativity in each and every one.”

“Well thank you,” says Willy, always appreciative to hear kind words.

“I would love to come to your factory and…taste test for you,” comments another one of the women butting ahead of her friend.

But Willy doesn’t seem to pick up on her tone, “I apologize but I’m not hiring at the moment.”

Unfortunately the latter woman is persistent.

“No, not for a job,” she laughed resting a hand on his shoulder, while her friends watched on, “I was thinking more of an after hours sort of special taste test.”

Willy stares at her with the same smile still on his lips, “why would you want to do that?”

At this point it’s impossible for you not to laugh at how oblivious he seemed about her advances.

The woman opens her mouth once more but unable to witness any further you stepped in. “Willy!” You exclaimed, gaining his attention along with the small group.

Willy’s smile broadened, expressing a goofy grin as he shifted his body towards you. “Darling! What are you doing here?” He asks enthusiastically, while you place a small kiss on his cheek as you near.

“Oh nothing, just stopping by,” you respond before turning to the group feigning surprise at your own interruption, “oh I’m sorry. I’d like to thank you all for supporting my Willy’s dream. It means the world to me and him that he has your support,” you glance to the last woman taking note of the obscure expression decorating her face.

“Oh did I interrupt?”

“Nope. We were just about done” says Willy. He thanks the attendees before tugging you to the opposite side that’s less crowded.

“You are hilarious…Mr.Wonka,” you tease, your tone light.

His head tilts, clearly confused by your words.

“That woman,” you point with your eyes at the scene you two left behind, “she was desperately flirting.”

Willy’s eyelids lift, his eyes widened at this news, “with who?” He glances around trying to match the suitor.

“With you.”

He bends his hand placing the tips of his fingers on his chest as if questioning, ‘me?’ And you nod in response.

Willy’s lips curled downwards in thought, but then his face contorted to an even more curious one.

“Huh?”

You raise a brow at that, “what?”

“Nothing,” he brushes.

But then, “huh?”

You shake your head, a smile threatening to break through, “that’s a double huh. Spill it.”

Willy shifted to you the smile of his own widening, “did you perhaps…get envious?”

That is not a discussion you were expecting to have at this moment.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about,” you protest, yet the smile on your face expresses something else.

“See I don’t think that’s entirely true,” he pointed out crossing his arms, “because A, your face right now tells me otherwise, and B, you interrupted my tour.”

Willy had a point there. Typically when you came in and he was busy discussing, whether it be with a group or an individual, you always waited until he was absolutely free. However, this time, you did not.

But still…“you’re imagining things,” you tease, your eyes leaving his, unable to willingly admit the facts.

“Uh-huh, okay. Well…”

He leans over faster than you realize, with his lips coming in contact flush against your own. Before he retracts himself.

“It’s flattering that you feel so strongly about me.”

“Yeah, well…yeah,” is all you say bashful enough of your own feelings, “but how could you not notice her advances?” You’re genuinely curious because it all was so obvious.

He shrugged a dazed look on his expression, “I guess it’s easy to give no thought to those things, when I’ve already got something so special with you.”

Feeling your cheeks gain in warmth you glance away clearing your throat in bashfulness, “woah, I thought chocolate was your expertise not cheesiness.”

He laughed along with you, “eh who knows, maybe I can try to branch out into the cheesy side of things.”

You open your mouth but are interrupted by another inquiring customer who gains the chocolatier's attention.

Standing aside and letting him be you observe, pondering on how thankful you are to have found this man.

And suddenly gaining in curiousness…does he get jealous?

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from following you on twitter im absolutely certain you have (far more informed than mine) thoughts on whatever the fuck williams is doing. very interested in hearing them, if you’d care to share?

so like, from the off: I have always been a Logan Sargeant defender. people who didn't follow his junior career just saw an American, assumed he was a pay driver and didn't check any further. the guy had a better karting career than Oscar, was competitive with him the whole time they were in the same series - they were the George and Alex of their day.

sometimes those drivers fall off. Jack Aitken was, in fact, George's main rival up to F2 and then got mechachromed (or technically hewlanded) out of the running for more than a guest spot. but Logan didn't - he just ran out of money. that year in a Charouz (a backmarking F3 team struggling to score points) was when he really proved himself, especially on being solid at development and leading a team.

that was what convinced Carlin (at the time, not putting in the best showing in F2) he was worth it. and his time at Carlin was what convinced Williams. not money. Logan never had sponsors pulling the strings for him. he knew he might well not get to F1 so had already started experimenting with prototype racing, which he was good in. man was being pragmatic about how to have a career in Europe if things didn't all shake out right.

but they did (sort of) and he got the Williams seat. he was probably one of the least-prepared drivers for quite a long time, with close to zero F1 testing prior to, err, F1 preseason testing. the Williams driver academy, at the time he was in it, amounted to pretty much a gym membership. a pass for the factory canteen and some branded sweaters to wear rather than some structured programme and he'd only had one year in F2.

we know the Williams is not like, the best car. the team has had Some Issues and despite the investment from Dorilton, is still rebuilding pretty heavily. I mean remember it was (in 2023) five seasons previous that they turned up to testing like whoops, no car. our bad.

then in 2022 they had Jost Capito and FX Demaison living in a weird student flatshare while they tried to work out what the hell was going on in the team, only to both leave prior to 2023. at which point James Vowles turns up and goes my god you're running this whole team via a spreadsheet. truly, we (a team whose history includes the owner's wife, who was actually the owner, locking up the factory and telling the bailiffs to fuck off every other week for years) were so fucking back.

(if you want to read a really, really, really good book about F1 then Williams: A different kind of life is exceptional)

so yeah it's a bit of a Charouz of a seat but then Logan's flourished in that circumstance before. except you're going up against a guy whose only second-fiddle circumstance was against Max fucking Verstappen. you're an underprepared rookie and you're against someone who did at times hold his own against Max Verstappen, even as an underprepared rookie himself and he's been in the team for a year already, leading all the direction and development. fucking yikes. that's not a low-pressure seat where you're both just hoping things might work out.

saying all that because: I think Logan was given an incredibly tough gig. that doesn't mean he shouldn't or couldn't have risen to it. but that Williams seat wasn't an easy ride in his first year, where he showed he could improve when he gained momentum and confidence, something that's massively important. when things turn against you and keep turning against you, it's incredibly hard to reverse that in motorsport - just look at Daniel Ricciardo at McLaren.

and yes I know there's a lot of mad conspiracy theories that for some reason the team would want to lose points in the constructors' for the express reason of humiliating a driver they were paying an obscene amount but please let's be realistic: McL really badly wanted that one to work out. and Williams seemed to, too, in Logan's first year. they weren't babying him and he had clear targets and goals but there was a desire to see that work out for both of them.

this year that, uh. hasn't seemed to be there. I know, I absolutely know, why James Vowles felt taking Logan's car and giving it to Alex in Australia was the right thing to do. Alex had scored a point there the previous year, although it's historically not been a great track for him. that point could be the difference between 9th and 10th in the constructors - millions of dollars.

but if you want to absolutely implode your driver's brain and publicly announce you have no confidence in him then that's certainly a good way to go about it. and the thing is Australia is one race whereas Logan was supposed to be in that car for the rest of the season.

it's hard to underestimate just how much F1 teams are swayed by the media. Nyck de Vries is an incredible recent example: yes, he scored points in that Williams weekend but in the same year he was driving like absolute shit in Formula E. probably because he was so focussed on F1 but any FE journalist could have told you the guy was not, in fact, the second coming of Senna - extremely likeable, weird, idiosyncratic and actually fun to watch but far from performing at his own best let alone anyone else's.

so when he was hyped to high heaven as about to wipe the floor with Yuki there was widespread eyebrow-raising from a paddock no one in F1 cares to look at. but teams bought into it, fought over him. in a matter of races the media turned on him, shredded him and Red Bull shrugged, said they never liked him in the first place and binned him off after, realistically, exactly the performances you could have expected him to put in.

the media has never been very kind to Logan. he is a little shy, he is quite softly spoken, he doesn't go for bragadaccio and he's not particularly goofy. he doesn't insist on pointing out he's there on merit. he's quite careful with what he says, guarded. he does not like things to get weird and with the motorsport media, things so often do.

trepidation about his F2 record from people who barely tune into the races being broadcast in the media centre they're in raised questions before he was in F1. Williams' re-signing of him was deemed a bit controversial, perhaps proof the team was soft. yeeting him from his car was proof they were hard enough, in fact, that rending confidence from your driver like flesh torn off a bone is somehow a useful function of the sport, from people who a mildly critical comment would send into a 5-day spiral.

(I would know)

Logan has not performed poorly this year. he hasn't performed as well as Alex but Alex has been throwing together Lando-grade drives, as you'd probably expect given the pair of them have (close to) equal experience in F1 or at least the same number of years chewing through the gristle of it.

(why am I using so many visceral meat metaphors? perhaps 3am is not the time to write anything)

all things considered, the fact that Logan did not dissolve into a puddle of goo after Australia is commendable. he has also outqualified a fucking Red Bull multiple times. he has crashed a bit, yes, because that's what driving on the edge with an air of desperation starts to look like - when Charles did it (really a lot more) in 2020 no one thought it was because he had run out of talent.

Logan has not been driving the same car as Alex. Alex himself has confirmed this. that's, uhm, fucking dire if you're trying to fix things in the simulator because that will be correlated to the upgraded car, which is what the team is interested in. even if they load yours back in, the correlation will be steadily migrating away and they won't be too interested in what it's telling them because it's the old car.

to say that Williams lost interest in Logan early this season would be an understatement. they spent a huge amount of effort and got back a bunch of world champions to film an hour-long feature with Logan's sponsor and him. it got mentioned, like, twice? because it came out the same week Alex got re-signed.

I'm not saying re-signing Alex Albon isn't exciting. hell, I'd be very excited. but that was probably the moment I knew this was going to get horrendously messy.

James Vowles is a charming man who has lots of likeable qualities. he is first and foremost an engineer and looks for engineering solutions, something he was very able to translate to strategy. he is, however, not used to being a figurehead for an organisation.

do I think the public way JV conducted the search for Logan's replacement was fair on the team, any of the drivers involved or, especially, Logan? absolutely fucking not. made all of them look like they were taking turns in a fake taxi that instead turning into a sexy thing was a clown car with JV dressed as the Joker.

I don't honestly know how Logan kept turning up and driving through that. it's one thing to believe you can do something, anything, to prove yourself and another to know you just: can't. there's nothing left you can do. there are no other seats on the grid. time to start talking to teams in other series except if you do that someone will hear about it and then you'll be even more undermined.

I think that, when he looks back, James will realise he fucked this very badly. he obviously wants to do what's best for the team and is overruling quite a lot of sensible interpersonal stuff to do that and particularly how he should act with the media which, again, not something he's had such exposure to despite his long F1 career.

Logan Sargeant has, like his car last weekend, burned in a pyrrhic symbol of what Williams want to exorcise from their team. they want to stop losing.

but like James was saying at the start of the season, before the rush of chasing new drivers caught him up, the main problem is they need to fix the car. Franco Colapinto will not do that. he is a perfectly good stopgap replacement for someone who, yes, has probably now reached a mindset where it is perhaps kinder to not expect him to drive an F1 car.

but it will probably be more telling when Carlos Sainz Jnr is also just a driver, unless the team pulls miracles over the winter.

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spring breakers! - prologue

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 3.4k

summary: Marla Carranza, despite being a board member, hasn't talked to the Roys in years. This changes the minute a very desperate Kendall Roy calls her.

warnings: foul language, main character is a bad person, toxic friendships, no Roman appearance (this is just the prologue guys trust it WILL get juicy)

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“‘Shit show at the fuck factory’” Marla chuckled as she scrolled through her phone, reading outloud the article’s title to her best friend Emma. “I wonder who came up with that.”

Best friend—if that’s what you’d call it. It seemed like the appropriate title since they spent most of their time together. However Marla did not especially like Emma, nor did she find her remarkable in any way. If it wasn’t for them working together, Marla would’ve never spoken to her in the first place.

“Aren’t you a little bit worried?” Emma asked as Marla munched on her salad. She turned her head towards her plate, admiring the little bubbles in the ceramic from the mistakes of the honest artisan who had made them by hand. They could never say Marla didn’t care for the environment. She’d bought all of her dishes from a local small business. Of course, she didn’t go and buy them herself, so she didn’t pick them. But she did ask specifically for blue plates. 

“I mean, I’m sure Waystar will pick itself up” she put her elbow up on the table. Emma eyed it and she immediately moved it down. Maybe that’s why Marla didn’t like her. She was a little bit too much like her mother.  “Besides, it’s not like I live off of the money I get as a board member. It’s mainly some extra cash.” 

“I was talking about Logan Roy’s health” Marla immediately let out a loud laugh, before realising she was being serious. Emma looked at her in confusion, still waiting for an answer.

“The old dinosaur? Sooner or later he was bound to die.” Marla picked up a tomato. “He’s been a thousand years old ever since I was 17”.

“He hasn’t died yet, I think he’s just in some sort of coma.” Marla shrugged at Emma’s expectant eyes. “Besides, weren’t you close at some point? I’m sorry, but didn’t he make your career?”

“Hey now! That’s incredibly undermining.” Marla faked her anger in a mocking way. She would’ve felt insulted if the words hadn’t come out of living-beige-wallpaper Emma. “Firstly, I was already a Nepo Baby before meeting Logan. Secondly, I was literally the smartest person during my promotion in college. I think I would’ve done pretty well without Logan.” She moved her fork around the lettuce before adding. “Probably would’ve been better to be honest. I’d be in a more leftist environment.” 

“Oh right. I forgot about your views.” Emma, just like the rest of the people working at her mother’s law firm, was incredibly right-leaning. Marla did enjoy their political debates together, as they diverged hugely from politics talk at home. Despite all of Emma’s similarities to Marla’s mother, Vivian Carranza was a proud communist. Marla never understood how she ended up creating a business such as this one, filled with republican employees. 

It had been her father who turned more to the left in what regarded his job. He had a really important-sounding position over at Pierce. It was the main reason why they moved over to New York from the UK. Which led to Marla meeting Roman Roy in her freshman year and becoming… Whatever Roman had considered her to be to him. 

What she still never understood is why Logan Roy had taken an interest in her during that summer she spent with the Roy family. Her father worked for Waystar’s némesis and, at the time Roman invited her over to spend the summer with him and his family, Shiv hated her. And even then she understood that Shiv was Logan’s favourite daughter. At least she was the one he nurtured the most. Maybe because she was a woman. Which confused her even further as Marla was one herself. 

Why had Logan picked her for the internship all those years ago? At the moment she had thought it was merely due to her intelligence but, knowing what she knows now, Marla understands that’s of no importance to Mr Roy. However, the main question that had been haunting her ever since the fateful day she finished college was why didn’t Logan offer her a position at Waystar? For many years she’d thought she had probably done something wrong. Until only a few days ago it was announced that Kendall Roy would not be CEO. 

Then she understood that Logan liked to play with people. He liked to play with possibilities. He had promised this to Kendall since he had been a kid. The boy was so sure that he’d be CEO of Waystar. Even when they’d been partying and Ken’s nose looked slightly white due to the cocaine residue, he’d brag about it. 

The moment she read online that Logan had decided to not give the position to Kendall she’d thought of getting back in contact with him. She ultimately chose not to though. It had been almost three years since she had even attended a Waystar board meeting, let alone talked to any of the Roys. And although Ken was the only one she’d ended on a good basis with, Marla thought if she messaged him she might seem pathetic. Like she wanted something from Ken. 

And she did.

Marla hated this fact, but she was self-aware enough to know it was true: she desires attention from the Roys. 

Life with them had been so interesting, so… unpredictable. Her mind always pondered upon whether or not any of the Roys were thinking about her. She wished they did. Especially, despite all of her efforts not to desire it, she hoped Roman was. 

She still thought about Roman. Of course she did. But she’d never face her feelings head on. In her conscious mind, for whatever reason, Marla promises she doesn’t care about him. 

People say avoidance is bad, but avoidance was Marla’s best friend, not the ditzy blonde girl she had in front of her. 

“How long is it going to take you to eat that salad?” Emma pulled her out of her thoughts. Marla finally turned to look at her surroundings. Emma’s plate was empty, god knows since when, but deducing from her bored face it had probably been a while.

“Oh, sorry.” She turned to look at her own plate, still more than half of her chickpea salad remaining. She moved her fork and picked up some crunchy lettuce before letting the fork fall on the dish again. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

“Well good. Does that mean we can leave”

Marla chuckled. “Yeah. It does mean we can leave.”

“I hope you explain to your mum that the reason we took so long on our lunch break was because you got too distracted over Logan Roy.” Emma said as they stood up from their chairs. 

“I did not get distracted over Logan Roy.” Emma shot her a look. “Maybe a little bit nostalgic but nothing more. Besides, you know my mum doesn’t give a fuck about how long we take on our break.”

"Still. We should get going.” They grabbed their bags from the sofa.

Marla was halfway to the door when she noticed Emma lagging behind, lips pursed like she was chewing on a thought.

“By the way,” Emma said after a beat, almost too casually, “you’ve never really told me anything about your time with the Roys.”

“Eh. It wasn’t that exciting.” Marla was good at lying. She had been lying her whole life after all. “Mainly business talk and tennis.”

“Oh come on!” Emma turned to her while she headed towards the elevator. “Everyone at Yale knew you and Siobhan Roy were bestest of friends. She probably gave you the juiciest gossip about her dad and family. I know there must be something wrong with them.” She said that last part more to herself than to Marla.

Sometimes Marla forgot Emma had also been to Yale. She’d never talked to her during her time as a college student. “Not really.” Lie. “She wasn’t that interesting.” Lie again. 

“Why did you guys stop talking to each other?” The elevator had already arrived but neither of them made any type of gesture that signaled they were going to enter it. 

“I’ve told you this before.” Marla hadn’t. Not really. She had maybe skimmed over the general occurrences but never went into detail. 

“Ah right. The coke thing with her brother.” Marla hummed in approval as she finally decided to call the elevator again. They waited in silence for it to arrive, Marla looked over to Emma who was playing a game on her phone. 

The elevator arrived but before they could go in, Marla’s phone vibrated in her bag.

Marla turned on her phone and checked the caller id. Surprised by the name that had popped up on the screen. She stared at it for a few seconds as she felt her heart starting to race. Why the fuck was Kendall Roy calling her?

“Speak of the devil.” She turned her head over to Emma who was looking directly at her screen. Marla was being again reminded of what a gossipy bitch she was. 

Marla couldn’t judge her on that though, as she was much more of a lover of the dramatics than Emma was, she could just hide it a little bit better. 

“I’m going to take this.” Emma sighed in an annoyed ‘really?’. “You can get going. I’ll get a cab.”

“Alright! See you later then.” She stepped inside the elevator. Before the doors closed, she added: “don’t forget to tell me all the deets about that call!”

“I will!” Marla gave her a fake smile. She wouldn’t. Their relationship wasn’t like that. She shifted her eyes back to the screen as she still debated whether to click the green or red button, suddenly realising that the call was over as it was left unanswered. 

Marla debated if she should call back. It was probably something important if he was calling her. Or maybe he just wanted to check in, getting suddenly hit by nostalgia. Perhaps, even better, Logan Roy had finally died. 

Before Marla could decide if she was calling him or not, a notification popped up on her screen and this time she clicked it immediately.

Kendall: Hey Marla.

Kendall: It’s been a while.

Marla felt confused as she looked at her screen. 

Kendall: How are you?

She stared at the message, aware that Kendall could see that she had read it. She began to type out a response but stopped when the typing symbol appeared from Kendall’s contact.

Kendall: I’m sorry there is no way I can make this not awkward. 

Kendall: Can I call you?

Marla thought about her answer. What could she message to an old friend she hadn’t seen in years? ‘Everything' s good! What about you? Also, yeah you can call me. It’s not like I have anything going on in my life right now.”

Marla: hey, i’m kinda busy right now.

Marla: what’s wrong?

Marla was NOT busy.

Kendall: It’s a bit of a sensitive topic. 

Kendall: I’d really prefer it if we could talk on a call.

Marla: alright

Marla: give me a few minutes

Marla walked over from the elevator to her room upstairs. She sat down on her bed, her back towards her closet as she stared at the huge window. 

New York was full of life; its intricacies had always delighted her. She found comfort in knowing that each car held someone else, each stranger wrapped up in their own world, their own struggles. It made her feel small, and sometimes, that was a relief.

But being small had never been enough. She always had to prove she was more than just another person in the crowd.

With that familiar urgency pressing against her ribs, she took a breath, then clicked the little phone icon beside Kendall’s name.

Kendall picked up immediately. 

“Uh… Hey” Marla hadn’t heard that voice in a long time. Deep and masculine, though Marla always sensed the undertones of doubt in his voice. Kendall was never good at making decisions. 

“Hey.”

“Long… time no see huh?”

“Yeah.” A small silence. Very uncomfortable, though it didn’t last long. “Although technically we aren’t seeing each other so…”

“Oh. Would you rather talk this over facetime or something? Because I can call you from there right now.”

“Oh no, don’t worry.” Kendall was always so accelerated. He was similar to Roman in that way. “It was just a joke.”

“Oh. Ha ha. I get it.” Another uncomfortable silence. 

“So…” 

“And…”

They both spoke at the same time, laughing it off. 

“Uh… you go first.” Marla said. She was smiling despite Kendall not being able to see her. Probably muscle memory from all the years having to ease off awkwardness with her pretty face.

“Um… Honestly, I don’t know how to tell you this but…” Marla could hear a gulp in Kendall’s throat. “I’m going after my father.” 

Another silence but this time it wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. 

“Uh… hello?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“My dad… He’s back in the office.”

“You mean he’s out of his… uh…coma?”

“Yeah.” 

Marla silently fucked her shitty algorithm that showed her the news days after they aired. 

“And,” Marla made the a sound especially long. “you want to do what to him? to your old, vulnerable, aging father?” Marla didn’t really care about Logan, she just liked teasing Kendall.

“I mean… I, uh, of course I love him. He’s my, uh, my dad you know?”

“I know.”

“But… you said it yourself. He’s fucking old.”

“Old as shit.”

Kendall chuckled. “Yeah. Old as shit.”

“So what’re you going to do to him?” 

Marla had always been blunt. The charm was something she had to learn as she grew and realised that there were certain behaviours she had to adopt if she wanted to get her way. However this time, she didn’t really care. The conversation had rapidly turned less uncomfortable, reminding Marla of her not-so-old times with Kendall.

“Uh… There’s no better way to put this.” He let out a small laugh. “I want to fuck him over.”

“Okaaay…” 

“I know it sounds bad but-”

“Honestly fair. I wanted to call you after I found out about the whole… you not being CEO thing.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah… I didn’t because… To be honest I don’t know why I didn’t”

“Yeah no, I get it. I had to gather up all my courage to call you right now.” Marla laughed a little. “It was weird right? How we just faded away from each other.”

“It was kinda weird.”

“Like, I never understood what happened between you and uh… Roman, but it makes sense that you aren’t talking.” It was Marla’s turn to gulp. “He’s an asshole honestly.” Now Marla gifted him with a louder laugh, but this one was fake. She just figured it was the best answer to that. “And uh… the whole Shiv thing happened and that... Uh… I’m sorry about it by the way.”

“Not your fault.”

“Yeah well… kinda.”

Marla didn’t want to keep talking about this. She knew why they’d grown apart: that shit happens. Was it kinda sad? Marla didn’t like to think about that.

“Yeah um… why did you call me again?” 

“Oh right, so uh… I’m planning a board vote against my dad staying as CEO. You know, because he’s uh… old and everything.”

“And everything.”

“Ha ha yeah. So uh… I was hoping you’d vote in my favour”

Marla stopped for a second before talking. She knew Kendall always had this thing against his dad’s antics. However this seemed ruthless. When Logan had cut her off she had left. Marla was usually a fighter, but that time pride got the best of her and she escaped. Kendall was fighting. 

Before she could answer, Kendall added, “I know it’s kinda… uh… evil? perhaps? I know he’s my uh… father and everything. But Marla, you must understand. Waystar needs this- I… uh…. I need this. I know you don’t really enjoy going to board meetings but… Uh, when my father announced I wasn’t going to-”

“Kenny” Marla interrupted him. “Of course I’ll vote in your favour.”

“Really?” She could feel the excitement in his voice. She could hear his smile. 

“When is this vote taking place?”

“On Tuesday.”

“Alright see you then.”

“Marla you… you don’t know how much this means to me.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can pay me back later, don’t worry.”

“No, really. I’m standing up. Glad to know I have your support.” Marla understood how Kendall felt and she valued his courage. Logan Roy is a scary man. However, most of all, Marla liked the fact that she was getting involved again. She had stopped going to board meetings on one part out of laziness, on the other because she felt pathetic going there; knowing that she wasn’t a real part of the staff, just another stock owner. Besides, it had been nice to finally get rid of Roman’s haunting stare. 

Despite all of this, she had been longing to get involved. This petition from Kendall had appeared as an angel in the form of an excuse to be a player of the game again. 

“I, uh, I also wanted to invite you…” Kendall spoke again. “There’s this gala that’s happening on Sunday. I’m… it’s actually the first time I’m speaking as if I was head of the company which… uh, I guess is nice.”

“Oh. I… uh, I don’t know if I can go Ken.”

“Please Mar. It would be great to see you there.”

“Yeah, but you’ll probably be all caught up with the Waystar shit and I won’t know anyone else there that isn’t your family.” Marla was rambling. “Also… you know I’m not really on good terms with them so…”

“You technically have an invitation as part of the board so it’s not like you don’t belong there. Besides, you’re like the… most socially skilled person I know. Also, uh, Stewy will be there. You guys are still friends right?”

Oh Stewy. Marla liked Stewy. He was simple. She didn’t need to get into much detail with him and he didn’t expect her to. They had a thing a long while ago during her college years but it had ended on the best of terms. It would be nice to see him again, she hadn’t spoken to him in months. 

“I’ll see if I go.”

“Please Marla.”

“Hey! I moved on from it being the last thing I would ever want to do to actually considering it. Be a little bit grateful” Kendall chuckled once again at her words.

“Alright, alright. I’m just saying, I really want you to go.”

“I know.”

A small silence. This time a comfortable one. Marla was smiling, but this time it wasn’t to get rid of the awkwardness, it was genuine. 

“Anyways… you were, uh, busy, weren’t you?”

“Busy? Oh right! Yeah.”

“Yeah so… uh, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Oh. Alright. See you soon Kendall.” It had been a long time since she’d ever pronounced those words. 

“See you Marla.” Marla separated the phone from her ear and was about to click on the red icon when Kendall spoke.

“Uh… wait, Marla?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy you answered.”

“I’m happy I answered too.”

“I hope you come to the gala. I’ve, uh, I’ve missed you.”

Marla sat still at his words.

“And uh… I know I’m not the only one in the family who has.”

“What does that mean?”

“Uh… nothing… you’ll probably find out at the gala.”

“Oh mysterious. I don’t know if I like it.” Kendall laughed. “I feel like this is all just a lie so you can see me this Sunday. Which I don’t really understand since you’ll already be seeing me on Tuesday.”

“I know, but the gala… It’s different. It’s a statement.”

“A statement, huh?” Marla twirled a loose thread from her sleeve. She liked the sound of that.

“Yeah. And it’s not just about the vote. It’s about showing up. Making them see who’s on my side.”

Marla exhaled through her nose, staring at the city lights flickering in the distance. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to go. She just didn’t want to make it seem like she wanted to go.

“…What’s the dress code?”

Kendall laughed. “Black tie. You know the drill.”

“Fine. I’ll think about it.”

“You better think real hard.”

Marla smirked. She could hear the anticipation in his voice. And for the first time in years, she felt it too.

[arreat]

(I love projecting into characters <33333)

Sometimes when Wade can’t find any media to occupy his attention or fully focus on something, he gets a little restless. This is fine and all, until it’s been 4 FUCKING HOURS and wow he needs that dopamine hit soon or Bad Things ™️ will happen!!!

Unfortunately, doomscrolling for hours isn't helping, and Wade can't seem to put his mind to cleaning his guns/knives either. After a while, it’s the unbearable restlessness that hits first. He feels the need to pace around, rock back and forth, flip a baby knife in his hands, anything really to get him moving. It gets to the point where Wade feels like he’s gonna crawl out of his skin (usually he would look favorably upon getting out of HIS skin in particular) and his lack of focus is making him antsy. But Wade can be Normal about this! He just needs to do something he knows will get his attention, like looking at his dear child Mary Puppins.

Nope. Not working.

Wade can't seem to shake the brain fog that's preventing him from doing anything, really; nothing is letting him focus giving him that rush of dopamine, even annoying Logan. (who is valiantly trying to ignore him, rude). The feeling of agitation has evolved like some sort of fucked up pokemon into a deep-rooted discomfort, he needs to do something with his energy NOW or he's gonna start redesigning the apartment's interior into a maximalist-meets-backalley-murder type vibe (blood, guts and all). Wade resorts to aggressively banging his head on the edge of the kitchen counter to get it to factory reset or something so he can go back to his baseline normal but nothing is working, which is not very nice of his brain.

Logan eventually looks up from his whatever he's doing (Wade has no clue as he is currently debating whether he should just blow his head off) after hearing the dull, rhythmic thumping of merc skull on counter (Wade thinks he should record this and use it as the beat for this cool new song he just thought of). He knows Wade gets antsy sometimes, but its never been this bad. Logan decides he should probably do something to stop the godawful sound of human skull integrity testing, as it was interrupting his reading (and totally not because he didn't like seeing Wade hurt himself, or because he actually cared for the merc despite their regen factor no hahaha who would think that?)

Logan sighs as he walks to stand in front of Wade, "Wade. You're gonna get blood on the walls and I ain't cleaning up after your mess," he growls. Wade perks up as he hears his name, face visibly brightening as Logan continues, "D'you wanna go to that abandoned parking lot and go a couple rounds? Fighting I mean." he hastily adds on as he sees Wade open his mouth to say something suggestive, no doubt.

"I knew it! You definitely had a thing for fighting, admit there was a little sexual tension in that Honda," Wade chirps, briefly pausing his endeavors to lobotomize himself blunt-force style as Logan crosses his arms, unimpressed. "And to answer your question, I would L O V E to do a Honda Odyssey 2: Electric Boogaloo with you babygirl, I thought you'd never ask! Lemme throw on my suit and we can go do the second most blood-forward foreplay I've ever had the honor participating in, not the first I'm afraid but we can change that!"

Wade quickly scampered to grab his suit as Logan grabbed a change of clothes for the two; unfortunately walking around with various organs and bodily fluids, not telling which, strew across your clothing would get the police called which was always a pain to deal with.

(The two then proceeded to walk to the deserted lot and beat the shit out of each other until Wade felt a lot better, as he finally didn't feel restless and uncomfortable. And if they kissed afterwards while covered in copious amounts of blood while high on endorphins and adrenaline, Logan would never admit how much he was into it.)

[ravenw1ngs]

A little WIP Wednesday, Perhaps?

On the nights he does sleep without bad memories creeping in, Tubbo’s dreams are washed in violet.

He doesn’t remember anything solid from before his time on the island. That is a fact he has come to accept, a truth he has learned to live with. Still, he wonders, and when he wakes up some mornings he recalls glimpses of dreams that feel a little too real to be constructs of his imagination. Sprawling hallways, mazelike in their nature but far enough removed from the stone-walled labyrinth beneath the island’s surface for him to really fear them, each filled with items and minerals that feel both foreign and familiar all at once. Flashes of faces, of voices, of hands that all feel like home. The feeling of flying in the wind, the sun, the rain. And always that familiar shade of purple, creeping into the corners of every hazy image that he can’t quite will into focus.

“I think they’re my memories from before,” Tubbo confesses to Fit one afternoon while they’re working in his factory. This isn’t the first time he’s talked about his dreams with Fit—or Pac or Phil, for that matter—but usually it was something done in passing. Brief mentions, never in any real detail. But he’s come to trust and care about Fit a lot more in recent weeks, and he really needs to talk to someone about what he sees in his sleep, because he’s starting to go crazy thinking about it. Not the dreams themselves, even, but the warmth they bring him, the kind that tells him that they must mean something, that these people and places are significant. “Whatever the Federation did to wipe away everything from my old life—I think it didn’t work all the way, and some part of my brain is still holding on to the important bits.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Fit agrees, holding the length of belt steady so that Tubbo can tighten it around the rollers, making sure it’s nice and taut. It’s a lot easier with an extra set of hands. “So those people you keep seeing, you think some of ‘em are your family or something?”

There are a lot of people in Tubbo’s dreams—mostly a sea of unfamiliar faces, although Phil’s appeared once or twice, basically confirming that they did know each other well enough before. There are a few faces that are more consistent than others, though. Some are younger, around his age, and Tubbo’s pretty sure they were—are?—his friends. A boy with messy blonde hair and a sharp grin that is effortless to return. A girl with glasses and blonde highlights in her brown hair that match his own. They’re never in his dreams of those strange mazes, though; those dreams are always filled with the same dozen people. A few in particular.

“I think so,” Tubbo agrees, recalling the fuzzy memories of hands ruffling his hair and fond nicknames and people throwing themselves between him and danger. He hates that he can’t remember much more than that. He has no names for what little he recalls of their faces, and while he’s pretty certain they loved him a lot, he doesn’t remember what that feels like. It’s kind of devastating. “I wonder if they’re still looking for me after all these months. They probably think I’m dead.”

Fit frowns at that, and Tubbo can feel his watchful gaze follow him as he moves around the building, calculating where the next piece of the machine needs to go in order to keep things running smoothly. He hates wasting space. 

“Listen, coming from someone who’s currently missing their kid,” Fit starts, choosing each word carefully, and there’s something soft and serious about his tone that has Tubbo stopping in his tracks so he can better listen. “They’re not going to stop looking for you until they know for sure you’re dead and gone. It doesn’t matter if you’re stuck here for another couple of months or twenty years—they won’t give up on you until they have proof you’re never coming back.”

(And isn’t that an earthshaking concept: the love a parent can have for their child. Somewhere out there is someone who might be willing to move mountains by hand for him if needed—someone who would believe in him and fight for him until the end of time. He keeps feeling like something dear to him is missing. Maybe it’s this.)

[gece-misin-nesin]

wait. so I dont know anything about genshin and idk if you'd even want to do this but feel free to tell me a sort of summary ig of your favorite character.. <- personally ive often thought about how crazy Jasons story is out of context so I thought this might be fun

Okay so, my genshin faves are complicated because of the sheer amount of characters. My no 1 is definitely Lumine, but she uhh. Has no concrete personality ingame, so I treat her more like an OC (not a self-insert. I want to highlight that, because I like Lumine best when she's as unhinged as possible)

However, out of everyone else...Scaramouche takes the cake, probably.

To explain him I need to explain Raiden Ei. She's the ruler of Inazuma and Goddess of Eternity, and after her twin sister dies, she spirals. She decides that she's going to make a puppet/robot to rule Inazuma in her stead and her own consciousness will be sealed in a sword. And she wants to put uer Gnosis in the pupet. A gnosis is like...an object that is the absolute symbol of a god's authority/power. They're pretty strong.

So, Ei creates her first puppet. It doesn't have a name, but it cries at night. So, Ei thinks the puppet doesn't have what it takes to hold the gnosis and leaves him somewhere in a (poor) attempt to give it 'freedom'.

This puppet is taken in by locals, esp a smithing family, and is named Kabukimono. The place they live, Tatarasuna is suffering a bit due to the fact that a god was slain there and that tends to have bad effects on nature and shit.

Anyway uhh things get really bad, Kabukimono asks for aid from the Shogunate (the government) bc he has an object from Ei which shows he's important. The help doesn't come. A foreign engineer comes and tries to help, and eventually tells Kabukimono that he has to take some object to the Mikage Furnace to fix the problem in Tatarasuna, and then it turns out Kabukimono's friends are like. All dead. And hos friend killed a servant (?), took their heart and gave it to that engineer to save Tatarasuna & I guess bc Kabukimono doesn't have a heart? Kabukimono is betrayed by this abject cruelty, and tears this heart up.

(He has a real complex abt not having a heart)

Then he comes across a sickly child and they take care of each other. They promise to never leave each other and well...the kid dies. Kabukimono, now Kunikuzushi, takes this as his third betrayal after his mother and his friend, and burns down his and the kid's house to kill himself and cremate the kid. It doesn't work. He is then recruited into the Fatui, a "diplomatic" organization of another country Snezhnaya. By diplomatic I mean they assassinate, bribe, blackmail, experiment, human traffick, all sorts of shit. Their goal is to gather the all 7 Gnoses. Kunikuzuhi becomes the 6th Harbinger of the Fatui, the higher ups basically, and starts going by Scaramouche, The Balladeer (he has lots of names. trans icon fr).

He murders all the prominent smithing families of Inazuma (I think 6?) but spares his friend's descendants.

ALL THIS is 400-500 centuries before the actual game.

In the present, he meets Lumine & co in a limited time event to kill her, but doesn't get the chance. He says "The stars..the sky. It's all a gigantic hoax" in a very important and vague lore reveal and fucks off.

In the main story, he's in Inazuma's main story. He's running a delusion (a weapon that harms its users) factory in inazuma, selling this shit to one of the sides in the current civil war. One of Lumine's friends is killed (he's an npc who has no screentime so no one really gives a fuck though). Lumine confronts him, loses (my pookie is underpowered in canon okay...her powers were stolen from her). Yae Miko appears and I just realized I forgot to explain her to you. She's a kitsunde and Raiden Ei's familiar. Back when Scaramouche was created she was all like 'kill it' about him to Ei and iirc she was the one he went to help for during Tatarasuna. Anyway, Miko trades Ei's gnosis for Lumine's life.

Scaramouche defects from the fatui because all he's wanted these centuries was to have a heart and become a god because he views this as his life's sole purpose and without it he has no value whatsoever ✌

He's then in the next chapter of the main story, not in Inazuma but in Sumeru! To explain sumeru here would be. A lot. But basically the government of sumeru imprisoned their god 500 years ago and now they're building a huge robot/mecha body for Scara to become a god. Scaramouche is working w Dottore (2nd Harbinger, the guy who recruited him and has been experimenting on him since he joined, probably). The Sages of the Akademiya (the government of sumeru) are doing all sorts of shit to get the amount of energy s ara's god body needs, which makes Nahida, their imprisoned god, pretty angry. God!Scaramouche is essentially the main antagonist of Sumeru's story, Lumine and Nahida fight him in the end. As Nahida takes the electro gnosis from him he says "Anything but the gnosis! I'll...never go back!" in one of the best voice acting ive ever heard.

After all this, he is essentially Nahida's prisoner lol since the fatui refused to take him back. Also he lost the gnosis. Some shenanigans later, and he and Lumine are in irminsul (the tree which holds all the memories in the world). Scara finds out that his friend who betrayed him all the way back when? Didnt betray him. It was a setup by Dottore, who was the foreign engineer, and he killed Scara's friend, then gave Scara his friend's LITERAL HEART to carry.

Scaramouche, enraged, tries to erase himself from Irminsul (suicide), hoping it undoes all the bad he's done.

This...doesn't work. Because someone cannot erase THEMSELVES from Irminsul, nor can erasing smth from irminsul actually change the past.

Now, Lumine is not from Teyvat (this whole setting), so she isnt affect by Irminsul fuckery. But everyone else? If smth is erased from Irminsul it's bye bye. So Lumine is pretty pissed that the guy shes basically enemies with is running around free. She searches for him and fins that he's some random guy who..doesnt rewlly have a name (he's called the wanderer) who is amnesiac and thinks he has been wandering the world the kast 500 years without purpose. Lumine explains, shit happens, Wanderer gets his memories back! He's like 'even tho no one remembers me, by bad deeds remain. I will atone' and starts working with Nahida as her. Like, right hand man I suppose? While regaining his memories he has this whole 'fighting against yourself/who you used to be' trope and gets a Vision! An object that gives elemental powers to people who recieve it. It's believed you get it when your ambition is 'recognized by the gods' (fucking lies, we dont know shit about visions still 😭)

And I guess that's about it..? I recommend watching his teaser/trailer/demo/whatevers, they're very nice. Just search Wanderer trailer lol

Thank you for the ask!! :))))

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I would NOT go from ANY yandere's grasp if they feed me what i like, like either i'd be too absorbed in eating or i'd be too tired after eating to really want to escape 😭 i don't really care what they'd do (love u btw)

Relatable honestly, man if that’s all it takes for a Yandere to keep you around, you’ll best bet they’re going to give it their all making you food to keep you around. Here’s a little comfy ramble…

I feel like most Jojo characters would be able to cook even if it’s just following a recipe. Foo Fighters does her best flipping through countless cookbooks, and watching videos of whatever your favorite things are. That’s what people do to bond right? Have good tasting food! It’ll surely bring you both closer together.

There’s a few that aren’t great with cooking, Mista occasionally burns certain things, he’ll admit cooking isn’t exactly his skill but figures everything out something eventually . (He finds it a pain to cook cheese sauces since they can burn easily) If it’s too complicated he’s taking you out to a restaurant that specializes in it.

Okuyasu isn’t the best with cooking at the start, mixing up spices, or under/overcooking. He manages to somehow convince Tonio to teach him properly. Being a good partner means making their favorite food properly in his mind so he’s not going to slack on that if it keeps you happy.

Since we’re mentioning food here might as well mention Tonio Trussardi here. This is the best way for him to be Yandere honestly right within his territory. Using Pearl Jam or not, it fills him with joy with whatever dish or snack you like. The way your shoulders relax once you eat sends this chefs heart fluttering like never before. He’s not really worried if you happen to be fond of something more factory made/processed his approximations are almost always better than the packaged things. (It’s better this way in his book anyhow).

I also feel like Gyro would probably take advantage of your lowered guard around your favorite food. He considers himself descent at his homelands dishes and of course Johnny likes his coffee he prepares, so often he ends up insisting to cook, practically taking over it from before on your journey. (Which works for him, you don’t need to worry about talking to whoever else anyway). He can’t wipe that stupid big grin from his face as you sit to eat your favorite thing. (That’s if you even notice from how tasty it is)

Koichi is another character who would take up some form of cooking for you. Maybe he just happens to eavesdrop one afternoon after class and see what exactly you’re eating? Then he makes himself useful and buys everything, then prepares it at home. Then hey, what do you know? One day or another you both happen to bump into each other and can even sit together for lunch for a little while.

(Here’s a part 8 character I feel like is underrated)

Karera is another character I definitely see using food to her advantage with you. She’ll get your favorite meals at whatever shop for free somehow (with a bit of handiwork from her stand love love deluxe). Oh hey, she just happened to buy something you like that was sold out most places, how about you sit and eat it with her? Making lunch/dinner? Duh she’ll make it for you, as long as you’re eating what she made with her own two hands (or bought/scammed herself) she’s happy.

If that’s what makes it easy to keep you around Jotaro doesn’t really mind. He’s right on it to getting/making it for you. Holly of course inserts herself pulling out recipes, she’d know you’d love. Just a small suggestion to her son of course as she winks. He’ll be right in the kitchen with her preparing everything, or quickly walking out to get whatever’s needed. Just don’t make yourself sick from eating too fast.

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 1

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,465

Intro ←→ Part 2

Masterlist

Beth liked Saturdays because she could make breakfast for her family while watching her VHS tapes of Muppet reruns. Nothing was better than a warm Saturday morning and Fozzie jokes. Then she would spend the day reading, lounging around the house, until she finally decided to go outside and work on her Corvette. She liked taking extra care of it, considering it was her pride and joy. The two toned blue corvette, cross fire fuel injection engine, electric seats and windows, with a hard top and glass top was her favorite thing in the world. It was only two years old, new from the factory, and if she was to ever lose it she would be heart broken.

So she liked to maintain it, keep it out of the sun, fresh and clean, and running perfectly every chance she got. If it didn’t need any of that she would roll the windows down and drive around the town with Billy Joel blaring from the speakers. Today was more than likely going to be one of those days considering she had kept the new car in pristine condition. She was busy checking all of the fluids when she felt a hand land on her shoulder, her practically jumping out of her skin. "Woah sorry Beth, I didn't mean to startle ya"

"Robin, what're you doing here?" Beth asked, a hand over her heart as it raced from the girl sneaking up on her.

"I wanted to see what you were up too tonight" she said, leaning against the car door. Beth's heart fluttered with nerves for a moment before remembering the car was just fine and Robin was careful. Well most of the time.

"Nothing, like always" Beth told her as she moved to drop the hood down, prepared to go for a ride.

"Well not tonight" Robin grinned, arms crossed and a devious grin plastered across her face.

"Robin I like doing nothing, please my weekends are my favorite" Beth started, walking around the car to get the the drivers side and Robin quickly turned around and looked at her over the roof of the car.

“Beth you have to get out there if you want people to know how cool you are” Robin urged, her hands falling onto the glass top of the corvette.

“Look Robin, I get you want me to be happy but I am fine. I’m content and I’m used to this” Beth told her, her hands gripping her car door.

“Look I’m not asking for you to come to some crazy High School party. It’s movie night with my friends, most of them are freshman. You have nothing to worry about” Beth sighed as she saw Robin’s pleading face. She knew her friend meant well, probably the only friend she really had.

“Just movie night?” Beth asked and Robin feverishly nodded as she realized she was wearing the girl down.

“Yes, you don’t even have to dress up. We all wear our pajamas even” Robin told her and Beth finally sighed and then nodded. A grin instantly broke across Robins face.

“Fine, but if at any point I want to leave you have to let me” Beth pointed at the girl and Robin nodded, raising a pinky in the air.

“Pinky promise” Beth forced a smile before reaching over the car and locking her pinky with her own. This could get interesting.

Beth was thankful for the leisure dress code. Meeting new people always required looking good and most of Beth’s clothes didn’t make her feel like she looked good. So the fact she could settle for some black sweatpants along with a green Hawkins High hoodie she was content. The baggy clothing could make her feel more secure and less noticeable in front of a new crowd. Robin had ended up hanging around, claiming she didn’t want to walk all the way back home, but Beth figured she just stayed because she wanted a ride in the corvette.

“Robin this is the rich neighborhood” Beth said as Robin continued to give her more directions. Beth had never dared driving in Loch Nora and now here she was. People like Colin Matterson lived in Loch Nora.

“It’s no big deal Beth, stay straight on this road” she urged her over the loud engine on the corvette. “This house here”

Beth didn’t recognize the house, other than the fact it was large with a huge red double door. It was dark except for a few lower rooms were lit and illuminating the grass outside. Then as she turned into the driveway she saw she was parked behind a maroon BMW. The only one in town.

“You brought me to Steve Harringtons house?” Beth hissed as she slammed the car in park. Quickly she pushed the button to drop the headlights and cut the engine before anyone noticed their arrival.

“Yeah, Steve’s cool” Robin said so nonchalantly she couldn’t believe that the girl couldn’t understand why Beth was freaking out.

“Steve is so not cool, he’s just like Colin” suddenly Beth was fumbling with the visor, dropping down the mirror, and adjusting the chocolate hair around her face.

“No he’s not and you would know that if you got to know him, come on” Robin pulled her keys from the ignition, leaving the car, and taking her only way of escape with her. Beth groaned and left the vehicle as well, rushing after her as they approached the doors and Robin began to knock.

“Open up dingus! We don’t have all night” a small gust of wind hit Beth as the double doors swung open, a broad shouldered, big haired, Steve Harrington standing on the other side. Steve’s eyes glanced to Robin before looking to the new girl, his eyes scanning her over quickly, a soft smile laid on his lips.

“Says the girl who usually lets herself in” Steve quipped finally looking back to Robin and Robin rolled her eyes.

“We have a guest, that’s not how we treat guests” Steve’s eyes fell upon Beth again and her stomach instantly filled with nerves. She wondered every thought going through his head. She prayed he wasn’t noticing how big she was, how he could wear her sweatshirt like a blanket. Yet all Steve noticed was her eyes were big and bright, innocently looking up at him like she was waiting for him to say something mean. His heart instantly softened.

“Hey Beth right?” Beth struggled to find the words for a moment, surprised the boy had even remembered her name.

“Yeah” she finally muttered and Robin smiled as she looked back to Steve.

“You gonna let us in?” as if Steve suddenly realized he hadn’t invited them in, he stepped out of the way allowing the two girls in the home.

“The kids are in the living room, they’re fighting over what to watch. I told them to figure it out by the time you guys got here” he told them as he shut the doors behind them. Beth took in the entire home, anxiety buzzing through her entire body. Suddenly Beth realized she would have to sit next to someone new, her size expanding like it did everytime she sat down. Maybe her clothes weren't as loose as she thought.

"Could I use your bathroom quick?" she piped up and both Robin and Steve looked to her.

"Yeah, of course. It's just down the hall and to your left" Beth nodded and quickly scurried off, Steve gave Robin a confused look and she just lifted her hands and shrugged before heading in the direction of the living room.

Beth looked into the mirror and realized there was nothing she could do to make herself smaller in the next few minutes. Sighing she tucked her elbows into her shirt and began to streth the material as much as she could. She was in Steve Harringtons house and he was going to think she was fat. She could never live with herself knowing that. Giving up she swung the door open just to see the boy had waited for her, leaned against the wall, perfect hair drooping over his forehead. He had grey sweatpants hung low on his hips and a black T-shirt on. For a moment she wished she was worthy of love from a guy who looked like that.

"You waited?" Beth found herself saying before she could think any better. Steve quickly moved off of the wall and stood up straight as he looked to the girl. He noticed she was quite short, her brown hair long and draped across her back.

"I didn't want you to get lost, Robin would kill me" he told her and Beth moved back down the hall, hating herself for even being attracted to a guy like Steve Harrington. He probably doesn't even remember what he did. He was just like all the others.

"Thanks" Beth muttered, dropping her head so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye any longer than she wanted too. Getting to know Steve, feeling close to him, learning things about him, she would end up falling hard and fast. Crushes on cute guys were usueless when you were her size so she saw no point in falling at all. She'd just have to find reasons to not like him. For starters what he did to her in High School.

"Do you want to help me grab the snacks?" he asked, a hand falling to the back of his neck. He was nervous Beth thought. Yet she couldn't understand why.

"Uh, sure" suddenly Beth was following him down another hall, and if you had told her two days ago she would be grabbing snacks with Steve Harrington in his house she would've told you, you were crazy.

"Robin told me you drive a new Corvette, that's pretty cool" Steve said as he broke open a chip bag and began to pour it into a bowl. Beth was not prepared for small talk, yet she couldn't be rude so against her better judgement she had to respond.

"Well she's two years old but yeah. She's right out front" Beth said as he pointed her thumb over her shouder, in the direction of the only thing that made her feel worth it these days.

"That's actually awesome. I always wanted a cool sports car" Steve told her, a small smile displayed on his lips. Beth hated herself for being attracted to the freckled boy, his chesnut locks, and cool smile.

"Cars have always been my thing, my Dad has been teaching me ever since I was little" Beth said, trying to get more comfortable in the presence of Hawkins High legend.

"I wish I knew stuff about cars" finally, a new reason to not like Steve Harrington.

Doesn't understand cars.

"I always wanted to learn though" his smile was sincere and Beth sighed as she realized her reason wasn't a reason at all.

Doesn't understand cars.

"It's easy once you get the hang of it" she told him, trying not to be shy because she truly wasn't. Yes she was insecure about her size, but shy? Not at all.

"Maybe you can teach me about it sometime" the implied notion of spending time together in the future instantly made Beth's stomach drop. Steve watched as he saw the girl actually deflate and he realized why Robin wanted this for her so badly. She couldn’t even believe he'd want to spend time with her. Hell he was friends with a bunch of kids, he could be her friend too.

"Let's go meet the others" Beth was glad he changed the topic and passed her a bowl of pretzels to carry to the living room. The closer they got the louder the hum of conversation was, but the group of rag tag teenagers were what she least expected in Steve Harringtons house on a Saturday night. “Kids say hi to Beth”

“Hi Beth” the chattering kids stopped to say before quickly going back to an argument.

“I told you we should watch Princess Bride” a boy wearing a hat bickered to a boy with jet black hair.

“Dustin, that movie is for little kids. I say we watch Children of the Corn” the black haired boy yelled back. Steve took a seat on the couch, leaving the only open spot left next to him. Beth nervously tugged on her sweatshirt before moving to sit beside him.

“Why don’t we let our guest pick” Steve suggested and suddenly the kids were silent, all looking to the girl with blinking eyes. She realized not once did they look at her like she was different.

“Um, what’re our options?” she asked and Steve smiled before reaching forward and grabbing the three tapes. Princess Bride, Children of the Corn, and Teen Wolf. She smiled softly at the cover of Michael J. Fox.

“Don’t worry about them, they get to rent movies for free because of us” Robin said as she flicked a piece of popcorn at the kid named Dustin.

“How about Teen Wolf, it’s a happy medium” without question Steve smiled and picked the tape from her hands to put in the TV.

“Teen Wolf it is” he grinned and the black haired kid let out a huff as he crossed his arms.

“Don’t mind Mike, his panties are in a twist because his girlfriend moved to California” a red headed girl leaned over to whisper to Beth. “I’m Max by the way”

“Nice to meet you” Beth smiled to her and the girl nodded to the three boys. “That’s Dustin, Mike, and Lucas and you obviously know Robin and Steve”

“Is that your corvette out there?” Lucas asked and Beth nodded. “That’s so cool, could you give us a ride sometime?”

“Uh, sure” Beth said with a chuckle, confused as to why none of them commented or looked at her differently because of her size. Had she gone about assumptions all wrong? Was it possibly not every teenager in Hawkins was bad?

The kids continued to ask Beth questions about her car and her interests. Steve and Robin could both tell she was getting more comfortable the more they talked and seemed interested in her. Robin knew this would be good for her, and Steve wondered why anyone could be mean to a girl like Beth. Yet he was friends with Tommy and Carol a long time and he remembered moments he wished he could erase where he was included in something so terrible he’d wince thinking about it. That’s why he forced a lot of it from his memory. He knew he couldn’t take any of those moments back but maybe becoming friends with Beth would redeem him just a little bit.

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a/n: Fourth of July weekend is the busiest weekend of my life but I knew I couldn’t make you guys wait until the 5th so here is the first part, a small taste of what’s to come, I hope you enjoy and I will see you all after the holidays 🩷 also I’m trying to write this with thoughts I have as a plus size girl myself. if in anyway it is triggering to you I apologize, almost every thought in my life usually revolves around worries about my size, writing them is difficult so I’m sure reading them is too. we have to remember we are all perfect in our own ways <3

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Back on it with the Sonic-Tails swap (I really gotta name it. I was thinking Sidekick Swap, but I don’t know. Doesn’t that sound like characters are swapping sidekicks instead of swapping with their sidekicks?)

I’ve lightly touched on how Sonic-Tails are swapped, and I’ve drawn fanart of Doom!Maria (she swaps with Shadow), but I wanted to talk about our enemies today!

In this AU, Ivo Robotnik/Eggman is still an inventor. He makes a ton of robots. However, his motivations are slightly flipped. Instead of wanting to replace humanity/nature with robots, he just wants to outdo himself. He does not care about the robots that much. He’s more of a factory than anything else.

Sage, instead, is our main antagonist and Tails’ primary villain. She uses her Father’s robots plus her own abilities to spread the technology supremacy agenda.

As for Metal Sonic, he’s switching places with Tails Doll. Not because Tails Doll is Metal Sonic’s sidekick, but because it was to mirror Tails and Sonic swapping. Now, I don’t think this is an entirely bad swap when we’re just talking about their base forms.

It’s when we think about Metal Sonic’s other forms (Neo, Overlord, etc.) that things get trickier. Tails Doll is, after all, only fabric for the most part (he gets supernatural powers elsewhere), so what could his greater form be? I have a few ideas.

The first is Tails Puppeteer. Basically, a giant mechanical hand appears above him that puppets his actions. This hand is able to use itself and the strings to attack people. But I wasn’t sure about this idea because it didn’t match the grandeur of Metal Overlord.

Then, I was thinking about a kitsune form. Now, this could work. He basically becomes larger and gets the nine tails. Unfortunately, I decided against it because a) Tails’ super form already gives him the nine tails and b) Tails’ “werehog” form will also turn him into a kitsune.

After this, I was thinking about how Metal Overlord, at least to me, resembles Leviathan. It’s a sea serpent usually associated with the sin of envy (this makes sense since I’m pretty sure Metal wants to replace Sonic). Okay, I thought, let’s get Tails Doll to resemble a demon or monster associated with a sin… but which one? Sloth, maybe, but I feel apathy is a better sin and I don’t know if there’s any demons/monsters associated with apathy because it isn’t one of the seven

Don’t worry, I’ll keep spit-balling ideas

Another thing I’ve been thinking about is Rouge and Omega. As far as I can tell, neither of them really have “sidekicks,” so I should probably just swap them. I mean, maybe I can switch Rouge with Topaz, but I already planned on swapping Topaz with Abraham Tower

My first draft is that Rouge was given to/found by Robotnik when she was super young. She grew up in his army, but she never liked it. She hated the way she was treated. She defected with the sole goal of getting revenge. Maybe she’s a cyborg, or at least cybernetically enhanced? I don’t know.

Omega, on the other hand, was a robot made by G.U.N. More specifically, made by Abraham. Omega gained sentience/sapience over time. That’s basically it for him (Rouge’s backstory—or lack thereof—doesn’t give me a lot to work with)

After I thought of these, tho, I had an idea to give Rouge the Phantom Ruby. But after that, I asked myself why I shouldn’t just swap Rouge and Infinite? I was already having ideas of swapping Belle and Omega (they do have similar backstories already; it wouldn’t be hard to swap them).

But there is an answer to why I can’t just do that: it’s not really swapping sidekicks, is it? Rouge and Infinite are enemies. I don’t think Belle and Omega have interacted much (if at all)

This leads me right back to swapping Rouge and Omega. I could stick with that, or I could go ahead with the Rouge-Infinite/Omega-Belle, or I could maybe still do Rouge-Topaz (but that leaves other problems. Who would Abraham swap with? Maybe Gerald, but I already did that. Maybe the president, but does that guy even have a name? There’s also the matter of Omega still not having anyone to swap with)

In any case, any scrapped ideas can be used in a different AU (I’ve got several. I love roleswaps), so it’s not like I’m losing anything. I just need to pick one for this AU b/c I really want to write Doom!Maria and Tails hanging out