#and i get pissy all over again and don't even want to bother

[piduai]

still insane that THE two hottest girls in town (kiroranke and tsurumi) took a whiff of wilk's unwashed pits and decided they can't be normal about it. all the omegaverse hoes wished they could have this pheromone game

#see the problem with gk is that i want to go like augh remember how HIS LAST WORDS were about wilk HIS SHADOW NEVER LEFT blah blah #but then i remember he didn't even die 🙄 so all of that fanfare all the show all the pathos was for nothing. net zero impact. #and i get pissy all over again and don't even want to bother #s/o to kiroranke for hunting down & killing his bestie for betraying the bro code and then sticking to his principles he was a real one

[matrixbearer2024]

Okay okay, hear me out! Vox POV of the "Get Off My Screen" series with Velvette or Valentino finding out about collage reader.

How would that go? Would Vox even tell us that they know? What would those two think of Vox hiding this from them? "You mean to tell me, you accidentally found a way to commune with the world of the living MONTHS AGO, AND DIDN'T TELL US?!" - Val or Vel (not shipping reader with those two tho, just Val and Vel finding out about Vox's crush on a human (Valentino being pissy about it))

Oops, Guess I Spilled The Tea

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Wowowowow I have so many filler episodes now ahdosndkaks the direct continuation is actually finished and I'll probably post it right after I finish the interludes. Even if I'm working on the finale, if you guys come up with any ideas or suggestions still feel free to drop them in and I'll write out the scenario! Whether it's before Reader's death or after, go on and drop the idea in my inbox! After all, what's a good story without the fun content? As always, happy reading and I hope you all enjoy this installment!

A/N: While I initially wanted this to be more comedic and lighthearted, I don't think Vox would be taking it that way by the time this confrontation happens. He and dear Reader have been chatting together for a little over a year and a half by now, so while he has loyalties to the Vees- he's probably a protective mess all the more since he'd been slowly catching feelings too.

Waking up that day, Vox grunted when he realized it was his phone buzzing to life that roused him.

Ughh... wasn't his daily alarm for a few more minutes?

Sitting up and stretching, he sleepily grabbed his phone to check who'd want to bother him so early in the day.

Only to end up with a dopey smile on his face when he realized it was just you.

Somehow, you'd actually risen earlier than him this time.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey you workaholic picturebox!"

That was rare, he knew you were the type to have a million alarms because the first one wouldn't be enough to get your butt out of bed.

Well, he probably wouldn't want to get up either if it was waking up to you.

Wait-

What?

What the fuck.

Vox shook his head, woah... okay- maybe he wasn't quite awake yet.

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine, what's got you so cheery this hellish morning?"

He replied back with a waving emoji of himself, taking his phone with him as he left his bedroom to go and make a cup of coffee.

Unlike you, who for whatever reason he couldn't understand-

Preferred tea.

He chuckled remembering how that conversation went.

"Ehhh??? You like drinking your coffee black? Remind me never to share a morning drink with you."

"Oh really, what's your drink of choice then? Can't be much better."

"I like drinking tea thank you very much, it's healthier too from what I've heard."

"Ewww, leaf water."

"Ewww, bean juice."

A fond smile unconsciously wormed onto his screen as he turned on the coffee machine.

"Bean juice... that's so fucking stupid."

Though as quickly as his smile appeared, Vox replaced it with a poker face when his acquaintances came into the room.

Velvette was expectedly on her phone and Valentino was just dragging himself to the breakfast table.

His good mood would've just shattered had his phone not buzzed again and taken his attention.

You sent him a selfie of you on the way to university, the morning sun lighting up your face and your surroundings.

Not to mention the genuinely cheerful expression you wore.

Vox didn't really remember much about the mornings from when he was alive.

After all, it was a long time ago.

But this... seeing your picture-

That made the overlord think he'd crutially missed something when he was alive.

His fans whirred louder as he stared at your picture-

Were you always that pretty?

Though he was quick to click off it when the coffee machine beeped loudly, reminding him it was done.

"It's amazing outside! Seriously dude, if you weren't all dead and everything you'd probably enjoy the weather today."

He slowly sipped his coffee while typing back a reply with his free hand.

"Maybe? I'm not really a morning person, you know I get up just because I have to."

"Well who knows, it's not like we can find out now anyway. Anyhowww, I hope your day goes well! I know it rarely does with Valentino's tantrums and Alastor screwing up your stuff but still!"

"Forever the optimist huh?"

"Nah, I just think today would go great for both of us. Call it a hunch."

Vox just rolled his eyes before putting the phone down.

He was thankful he'd been drinking coffee, otherwise there was no way he could conceal the grin that threatened to break out on his face.

Though, what he hadn't expected were the other two Vees to be staring at him like he'd grown three heads.

He glanced between them and suspiciously raised an eyebrow.

What was going on in their minds?

"Vox, who the hell were you on the phone with?"

Velvette spoke first, crossing her arms and staring at the overlord in question with narrowed eyes.

Did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

Vox didn't bother answering her question, just continuing to drink his coffee.

"Oh come on Voxy~ you haven't been spending much time with me either~"

Next came Valentino's whining, stretching along of his hands to sensually stroke his colleague's arm.

To which Vox just pulled away from the moth's grasp and made an odd expression.

The other two Vees knew what that was.

Disgust and annoyance.

It's never happened before to Vox's knowledge-

It's never happened that Valentino's hands on him just felt so... wrong.

Especially when the pimp overlord used to warm his bed or even take him for a rough night to forget the day's stresses and problems.

Nights that Vox had completely forgotten over the course of time he'd been chatting with you.

Nights that became less and less of an occurrence when your friendship blossomed.

All to the point they'd stopped entirely.

It was a subconscious decision, a bad habit he didn't notice that changed until today.

Of course- his reaction didn't sit well with the moth.

"You fucking asshole! Who the hell is it Vox?! Have you been fucking another whore behind my back?!"

Vox felt his blood boil, he didn't know even know why-

Why he felt so... angry for you.

Angry that Valentino thought you were just another fling.

Angry that you'd been disrespected and called a "whore".

He let out a frustrated sigh and put his coffee mug down.

So much for having a pleasant morning like you'd hoped for him.

"I don't owe either of you an explanation. I don't need to justify why I've been doing the things I have nor do I need to always tell you guys what I'm doing."

Vox glared at both his colleagues, the words ended up spilling from his mouth before he could stop them.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt protective of you, even when he knew neither Valentino or Velvette could capitalize on your peculiar situation without his help anyway.

Not that they'd want to.

You weren't anything special to them.

Not a person of power, influence or even wealth.

You were just you.

A person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Or well, by conventional standards.

You always told Vox you didn't think so, sometimes even going as far to call his company a blessing in disguise.

Ha, as if.

"It's nothing big anyways, you're just making a fuss."

Valentino slammed his fist on the table when Vox brushed him off.

Did he fucking think he was better than them or something?!

Tensions rose high in the room, until the familiar sound of a phone buzzing caught the attention of all three.

It wasn't Velvette.

It wasn't Valentino either.

Which only left Vox.

The technology overlord sprung up from his chair to grab the device which was just nonchalantly resting on the table.

But he wasn't quite fast enough.

Velvette swiped the device before he could grab it and unlocked the device.

Of course she'd know all the passwords, who do you think managed all the Vees social media accounts?

Though, what she saw nearly made her drop the phone.

"You've been talking to a LIVING person this entire time and you hadn't told us?! How long has this been going on for Vox?!"

Velvette screeched, causing the overlord in question to cringe from her tone.

Blegh... she was like a haughty child.

Valentino's reaction wasn't any better, ripping the phone out of Vel's hands and just continuing to yell at Vox.

At this point, he'd just turned his hearing sensitivity all the way down.

At any rate, his day was pretty much ruined already thanks to them sticking their noses in his business.

"'Professor's being a bitch again, how's your day been going?' Vox who the fuck is this?!"

"Just someone who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing special."

"Uh huh, you wouldn't be so protective if they weren't special to you."

Valentino was about to type out an angry reply to you before the phone in his hand erupted into sparks and frayed wires.

Vox didn't want to resort to it, but he could always just get a replacement phone.

Better than you possibly getting the wrong idea.

Even if he had to explain later on that his colleagues were not really happy that he'd hid this situation from them.

"We will continue this conversation later, I have a broadcast in ten minutes and I cannot be fucking late."

With that, he'd left both Velvette and Valentino irritated and angry with him beyond belief.

Stepping back into his bedroom, Vox leaned back against the closed door with a sigh.

Just a year ago and he would have thought nothing of your situation.

He wouldn't have cared if his colleagues found out-

Hell, he would've probably encouraged them to bother and annoy you.

If they even took advantage, he wouldn't have batted an eye.

But now...

Vox rubbed a clawed hand over his screen.

What in Lucifer's name was fucking wrong with him?

A/N: 👀 Voxy is just confused and stressed, the story can't all be sunshine and rainbows but this isn't exactly angst? All this drama while our dear (Y/N) is just going about her day HAHAHAHAHA- So here have some tension on a plate while I go back to making more lighthearted stuff :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[gaylordscooter]

i just wanted some fucking clothes why is there a parasite manning the cash register

“free food, shelter and clothes? i could get used to this…” Killer surmised as he inspected the dark gray jacket he took from the rack.

He caught sight of the meaningless price tag and sucked in air through his teeth. “sixty dollars?” he muttered. Good thing they didn't have to pay.

“do you always talk out loud to yourself?” Horror questioned, watching him from behind.

“i’m not exactly talking to myself when you and hooded-creep are here.” Deciding the jacket looked cool enough for him, he removed his current hoodie to put it on. He tossed his old hoodie into the shopping cart, adding to the dangerously high pile of clothes.

A middle finger from the other side of the rack rose up.

“but i might as well be talking to myself ‘cus of how quiet you two are. bird flipper, do you ever speak?”

The answer was silence.

“figures…hey i just realized any time we talk to each other, we're talking to ourself.”

Dust tipped over the clothes rack with a forceful shove, causing it to fall on Killer.

“ow, what the heck, man?” It didn't hurt at all and he easily got the rack upright again, but some of the clothes fell off of it and made a mess on the floor. No one here was gonna clean that.

Dust walked out from behind the rack with a few garments in hand and stacked it on the pile.

They were about done shopping anyway, he guessed. Or at least, he assumed so. They’ve been here for a few hours now, but Horror was completely empty-handed.

“hey, crater-head, where's your haul? don't tell me you're not getting anything, you need new clothes the most with your rags.”

“i didn’t see anything i wanted,” he answered simply.

“really? this is a high-end store on the surface. your current getup is from the dump at waterfall.” He pointed at Dust. “look at him, he's all decked out now! covered literally head to toe, can’t even see any bone anymore.”

Horror looked unconvinced. “let's just go. i don't want that freak getting pissy at us for taking too long.”

If he had eyelights he would've rolled them, but he conceded. Not getting any clothes was his loss, but he swore if he ends up taking some of his clothes when they get back he’ll add to his kill count.

The three of them went on their way to the exit.

However, someone—a skeleton monster like them—was at the cash register, expectantly waiting for them to come over. The store was empty the entire time they were here, Nightmare made sure of it.

And the barrier in this universe hasn't been broken.

“Heya dawgs, how’s it hangin’?” the skeleton monster asked. “Yous three gonna pay for all that, right?”

His clothes hurt to look at. They were obnoxiously bright and tacky. His sunglasses that completely obscured his eye sockets literally spelled out “YOLO”. It was like the 90s threw up all over him. What alternate universe was this nut from?

Killer slipped his hand in the pocket of his shorts and curled it around the handle of his knife. He let out a shallow laugh. “what's it to you? you're not the store owner.”

“No duh, homeslice, but stealin’ is totes not rad!”

The way he talked was getting on his nerves. Scratch that, everything about him was getting on his nerves.

It seemed the other two felt the same. At any second, Dust was going to blast that 90’s disaster into the proper century.

“it's not like they're stealing from monsters. this is a human-owned store. i don't think they’d miss a few clothes,” Horror pointed out. “but if it bothers you so much, i’ll be on my way.”

“what?!” Killer exclaimed. He looked at Horror with an exaggerated look of betrayal on his face.

Horror made his way to the door. “hey, i’m not the one stealing. i’ll wait outside.” he said with indifference.

The other skeleton didn't protest at all when he left the building.

“butthole…what the?” Killer narrowed his eyes at his slip of the tongue. That’s not what he meant to say.

“Nah, homie, that chatter don't fly here.” The skeleton shook his head and his shades now spelt “NUH-UH”.

“you censored me?” His wariness skyrocketed at such a small thing. Well it wasn't exactly small when he's able to alter their words. What else could he do?

He glanced at Dust, who looked nonchalant as always.

He sighed, preparing for a fight. “listen, bud, we don't have any money and we're not going to—”

“Aw, no cheddar? You two should probably return those clothes then.” The overly-cheerfulness of his voice dwindled ever so slightly. Almost like he was threatening them.

He stared at him in befuddlement.

Dust decided he was entirely fed-up with this guy and the familiar growl of a blaster rang out. 

“Not cool,” the colorful skeleton said before getting blasted.

But he was completely unfazed by the attack.

Killer and Dust instinctively backed up even with the current distance between them and that thing.

“That blast gots a huge kick to it, yo. You should be more careful, you could totes hurt someone with that.” The skeleton stood up—he was kneeling behind the counter the entire time.

He thought he was around the same height as he and Dust. But now it was clear he towered over both of them.

“I shoulda introduced myself, huh?” He asked as if he was talking to himself. He shrugged off his mistake. “My b, better late than never.” He adjusted his glasses as his smile widened dangerously. His golden tooth shined brightly despite there being no light for it to reflect. “The name’s Fresh. I take it that you peeps are sanses? The hooded dude packs a ri-donk-ulous punch tho.”

Blue bones rose up and caged Fresh as a half-ring of blasters appeared and fired. The impact of the blasts created a huge cloud of smoke, obscuring their vision.

Killer drew out his knife with a groan. He swore, Dust was so dramatic. He hoped that the dust of Fresh was among the cloud of smoke, but something about his instincts screamed otherwise. He squinted as he looked around. Dust wasn't by his side anymore.

It's gone completely quiet.

“...dust?” he whispered harshly. “where the funk did you go?” Ugh, there went the censoring again.

A hand laid on his shoulder, causing him to jump, but it was only Dust. He sighed and let his head hang back for a second. “you can't just do that!”

“...my bad.”

Wait. He talked!? And to express sorrow out of all things…“uhuh. we gotta put some bells on you or something, jeez.” The hand on his shoulder remained, in fact, the grip seemed to tighten. “you can let go now,” he said, voice laced with annoyance.

He still didn't let go. Was he trembling? His other hand was locked tightly into a fist by his side.

The grip on his knife tightened.

He hasn't known Dust for long, but what he did know was that he wasn't a touchy person.

“i said let go!” He hacked his knife into Dust’s wrist, he didn't put enough force to completely sever a bone but it cut pretty deep.

Dust yanked his hand away in complete silence.

Killer heard footsteps nearby, but there were too many for it to be from just one person.

The smoke finally dissipated.

He was completely surrounded.

There were more skeletons in the store, all of them wore those obnoxious sunglasses with text on them. These weren't just any skeletons, however. He was sure all of them were Sanses. They were stark still when he caught sight of them, like mannequins on display.

“i don’t know what's gotten into you, dust, but you need to snap out of it for once.”

“Oh, I know the answer to that one, broseph,” Fresh said. He adjusted his shades, the text on them saying “IT’S ME”.

Killer put two and two together quickly. All of these Sanses were being controlled by Fresh, and he was adding Dust to the party. Shit, was he going to be next too?!

He brandished his knife wildly like a cornered animal, causing Dust to take a step back. “aw heck no! get the frick away from me!” He couldn't die here, he couldn't even swear properly! He wasn't going to let his last word be a censored f-bomb.

“Don't be like that, homeslice dawg. Join the party, it's the bomb!” Fresh insisted, stretching his arms out to gesture at the still crowd. “Your pal’s waiting for you,” he added grimly.

As if on cue, Dust tackled him to the ground, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from using his knife. He was breathing heavily in a strained fashion.

They were just getting some fucking clothes. They were just going shopping. It was supposed to be a normal excursion, for once. He doesn't even know the next chance they'll have a goddamn break or do something that isn't designed to mentally mess them up even more. Fuck this guy.

He let out a growl as he brought his knees to his chest and kicked Dust off of him. He rolled upright and blindly lunged for Fresh, swinging his knife around like an untrained toddler.

Fresh backed away from every slash. He may hardly look like a Sans but he sure dodged like one.

As the two fought, the crowd surrounded the three, caging them in. Dust hasn't gotten up yet, but random bone attacks of his flung around the makeshift arena.

The exit door flung open, interrupting their fight.

Never in his life did Killer expect to feel relief at seeing that stupid octopus. Horror followed behind him, looking shocked at the sight.

“I told you that I expected you back in three hours!” Nightmare roared. Once he actually registered what was happening, he narrowed his eye in confusion. “Who or what is that thing that assaults my vision?”

“kill it! kill it now!” he shouted with a bit too much desperation.

In an instant, everyone in the building was lifted up by his tentacles and shoved against the walls of the building as Nightmare arose.

Killer thrashed around in vain, “not me too, you idiot!”

“you’d think you'd expect this by now,” Horror, who was held up near him, muttered.

For the first time since they’ve seen him, Fresh frowned. “Bogus, dude! Interruptin’ my meal like that is not cool.”

“meal?!”

Nightmare ignored the two and paid particular attention to Dust. Something was wrong with his soul, his feelings were all muddled. In fact, the other skeletons here with sunglasses on gave off the similar muddled energy. With another tendril he wrenched Dust’s hood off, revealing a huge flower growing in his eye socket.

Killer and Horror gagged.

“what the heck is that?! has that always been there?!” Killer gawked.

“Of course not,” Nightmare grumbled. The same tendril wrapped around the flower as best as it could.

“Oh buddy, I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Fresh said, his glasses spelling “DO NOT”.

“Try me.” He yanked.

The flower snapped off with such a force that threw Dust’s head back.

Nightmare dropped him to inspect the flower, letting him fall to the floor with a loud thud.

Dust’s eyelights sparked on with a gasp that soon turned into a scream as he reached for his eye sockets as if the flower was still there, not even bothering to put his hood back on.

Killer and Horror’s eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape at the display. They’ve never expected to see Dust lose his cool like this. They weren't expecting to see many things that were happening today.

They were just trying to go shopping. How did it turn into this?!

“Shut up, Dust,” Nightmare ordered. As he inspected the flower, his grasp on Fresh tightened.

“Homeslice, I’m sure this hurts. You mind loosening up a bit?” Fresh asked.

He was answered with a smack on the head by another tendril, which knocked his glasses off. Lo and behold there was a similar flower residing inside his skull.

His glasses were like a mask, once they were off his entire facade crumbled away.

“What are you?” Nightmare asked. He tore the flower up with his hands and let the pieces litter the ground.

“That's not your business.” Fresh slipped out of the tentacle’s grasp with ease like it wasn't just strangling him.

The other glasses-wearing skeletons dug and clawed with their hands into the tentacles holding them up.

Dust scrambled upright to get away from him and closer to Nightmare.

Fresh picked up his shades and put them back on. “Now I suggest you bounce on outta here and let me do my thing. Or things are gonna get not so family friendly.”

Nightmare hardly seemed fazed by the damage done to his tentacles, but if this kept up they’ll be able to escape from his grasp. One thing was clear, he wasn't in control of this situation and Fresh did not want him taking the other three out of here.

He moved Killer and Horror closer to himself in defiance. He could leave these three to rot, find others exactly like them, but he just found these three. He didn't want to go through the hassle of wrangling more Sanses so soon. And he was not going to let someone else mooch off of his efforts.

“we're running, right? we’re not fighting this freak,” Killer whispered to him.

Dust looked up at him, almost pleadingly.

If this was any other time, he would've had them fight for his entertainment, but this was not the time, unfortunately.

He put Horror and Killer down. The three of them were absolutely terrified.

If he portaled right now, there was a high chance Fresh would be able to follow them. They had to get some distance first.

He tossed the other skeletons in his grasp across the store and broke the wall behind him.

Dust, Horror, and Killer didn't waste any time sprinting outside of the store through the broken wall.

Nightmare’s tentacles promptly snatched and threw Fresh to the back of the store for good measure before following after the three.

He opened up a portal to the castle ahead. The millisecond the four of them were through the portal snapped closed.

Killer face planted against the grass as if he was hugging the ground.

Horror brushed himself off, seemingly checking for any flowers on his clothes.

Dust had his hands clenched tightly around the edges of his hood as if he’d die if it was ever off again.

All of them felt like utter shit, and for once, Nightmare didn't particularly enjoy that.

He was…unnerved. His knowledge of the multiverse was even more limited than he thought it was. Before that encounter he assumed the only major threats were Ink, Error, and his brother.

There were so many skeletons under this “Fresh’s” control. How far could his influence spread? Could he control him?

He didn't want to think about it.

“Dust,” he said blankly, “Are you…” How did he want to phrase this? He already knew if he was okay or not, he could sense it. “You are completely free of that parasite’s influence, correct?”

Dust gave a weak nod.

At least it seemed reversible, but maybe that was only because of how quickly it was removed. Needless to say, the second they see that freak again they're out of there.

“fuck man, how’d that thing get you?” Killer asked. “you were by my side the whole time.”

Dust just shrugged. Whether he wasn't actually sure or just too tired to explain, he couldn't tell.

“...god dammit!” Killer yelled. “we forgot the clothes. ugh, whatever. at least i have a new hoodie.” He let out a weak laugh. “i survived an encounter against this parasite and all i got was this sixty dollar hoodie.”

Horror glared at Nightmare. “so you don't know about everything. you're not an all-knowing god.”

“I never said I was.”

“so how much do you know? is there anything else like that out there?”

Nightmare paused. Thinking of a thoughtful response. “I am not aware of everything that goes on in the multiverse. That threat we encountered was entirely unfamiliar to me. There may be more. Cease the image of me as an all-knowing god. I might as well know as much as you.”

“hah! you totally could’ve left us, huh?” Killer pointed out. He knows he would’ve.

“It would’ve been a hassle,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“aw, so you do care about us,” he said.

Nightmare was taken aback. He wasn't sure how true or not that was. “Define ‘care’,” he said skeptically.

Killer wasn't expecting that response. “i was joking. people who care for each other don't put them in shitty situations.”

“...I see.” In that case, Nightmare doubted he had the capacity to care for anyone. “Do any of you three care for each other?”

That made Killer burst out into laughter. He looked at Horror and Dust to check if they were as amused as he was at the question.

Horror just looked offended at the question while Dust was unreadable as he typically was.

#utmv fic

[i-guess-im-into-this-now]

The Apothecary Diaries

S1E16 First Watch

Here's where I watch The Apothecary Diaries for the first time and give my thoughts, analysis, predictions, and occasionally I stumble into a joke.

To start at the beginning:

Episode 1

My character/locations cheat sheet

Suiren - Jinshi's attendant

Lakan - mysterious officer

Basan - an officer who works in the palace

Jinshi is deeply divided on whether he should have allowed Lakan access to Maomao. He's going to feel pretty guilty if things go badly.

Jinshi explains the details of the case of the metalworker's estate to Maomao. She's always interested in a mystery.

Jinshi: What's with all the sudden enthusiasm?

Dude is asking a question he knows the answer to.

Solving mysteries is where Maomao shines. Jinshi knows this better than anyone. It's one of the things that knocked him head-over-heels for this lady. But he's a little ticked at how easily Lakan was able to hook Maomao's interest. Lakan who hasn't even met Maomao yet, knew exactly how to lure her out. Perhaps Jinshi was hoping that Maomao would refuse, and release him from the deal he made with Lakan. Why did he agree to this? Jinshi is supremely uneasy with all of it.

As the conversation progresses Jinshi takes a more comfortable position on the couch, no longer bothering to behave as a proper palace official or even an employer in front of Maomao. Rather his pose is more like the casual sprawling one might do with family or friends. Jinshi is so persistent in how he stays open and inviting to Maomao, even in his body language. In this scene, Maomao is kneeling properly at the low table. Her body language is formal.

Lakan had provided an address to follow up with the mystery if it intrigued Maomao.

Maomao: How well prepared. It's like he anticipated this happening.

I do not like this at all. This Lakan is too good at maneuvering Maomao and Jinshi.

Maomao request a day off to look in to the case, and Jinshi is not happy. Not because she's missing work around the residence, but because she walked so willingly into Lakan's well laid plan for her. He's probably also pissed at himself for allowing this, but apparently Jinshi really wants to know the rest of Lakan's courtesan story. Jinshi can't see what Lakan has planned, and he's very worried about Maomao. Suiren is completely fine with Maomao leaving. Smiling and waving? Is she actually happy that Maomao is leaving, or is she looking forward to drowning her in work when she returns? I can't read her yet. I miss Lady Gyokuyou and the Jade Pavilion ladies who were so sweet.

Basan. Another mystery. Damn those golden eyes! Who else had eyes like that?! Maomao said he looks familiar, and he does, but like who? Gaaaaah!

Basan is suppose to escort Maomao on her investigation, and he's still acting like an ass, and I'm still wondering when I can see Jinshi fight him again. Maomao says she can tolerate his bad attitude, since she views him as harmless. That's good, because sometimes with trauma, especially from sexual trauma, aggression can be a trigger. I don't like that she has to just put up with this guy's pissy attitude.

Fuck me, Basan and Gaoshun?! Well a blood relationship between the two at least explains why Jinshi and Gaoshun feel comfortable letting this guy go all around the palace with Maomao. Is Basan a child of Gaoshun or like a nephew or something? Is this going to be enough for Maomao to at least question if Gaoshun is a eunuch or not? No. The answer is no, but she should!

Of course Maomao solves the mystery that was left by the metalworker for his sons. A majority of this episode is spent unraveling this mystery, but as far as I can tell the details aren't important to the larger story, so I'm not going to bother describing the twists and turn of it. Basically we get to see how a father would rather go to extreme lengths to create a puzzle for his sons to try to solve upon his death, then give them words of encouragement or advice while he was still alive. The youngest son tries to reconcile the family by passing on compliments he heard his father say in private and never directly to his children. Maomao wisely bows out of that bullshit, but suggests they seek medical treatment from Luomen if they develop symptoms like their father had.

On the return trip, Basan gives Maomao a considering look. Perhaps he's starting to see how brilliant and capable she is? Maybe he will try to rein in his bad attitude where it comes to Maomao? Or maybe... he will fall in love with her! I don't know why I'm looking for more drama from this show, it's already angsty enough. Even so, maybe a romantic rival would help push Jinshi and Maomao past the standstill they've come to.

Lakan is back. He thanks Jinshi for Maomao's work, which I understand within the context of this show, but it still pisses me off. It smacks of misogyny as it's a subtle way of affirming Jinshi's ownership of Maomao, and demonstrates Lakan's lack of respect for women and servants.

Lakan then goes on to explain what happened sounding far too pleased, like he's already gotten everything he wanted. Jinshi knows all of this is part of a stratagem from Lakan, but what his goal is, is yet unclear. Jinshi doesn't know what happened on Maomao's outing (in his head he refers to her as "the apothecary," here which I find odd). She never reported back about her findings. And maybe that is what has Lakan looking so smug. He's uncovered that truth that Maomao is Jinshi's courtesan in name only. And even though Jinshi may be trying to hide what he feels for Maomao from Lakan, I'm sure Lakan is aware. Maomao is a soft spot to attack or control Jinshi.

Jinshi notes that Lakan is very good at discovering people with talent. And now his attention has landed on Maomao. He talks about the three sons each finding their proper place, and I can't help but think that Lakan believes "finding one's proper place," also applies to Maomao and Jinshi. It's possible that Lakan is insinuating something to Jinshi about him not being in his proper place; perhaps he knows something about Jinshi's true identity. But more likely Lakan is thinking that Maomao is not in her proper place here in Jinshi's residence. Lakan gave her a test and he was delighted by her ability to pass it. Does he intend to remove Maomao from Jinshi's employ? This guy is definitely not done with Maomao.

Lakan: The late metalworker's creations were absolutely remarkable though. There was this simple looking metal piece, that when combined with a ritual utensil... it looked truly magnificent.

I don't know what that thing is, but Lakan's scuzzy look combined with Jinshi's disgust is enough to tell me it's something terrible. What kind of ritual are they talking about here? Jinshi straight up lets us know that this is beneath him. What kind of ritual would be something that someone in Jinshi's position would never use? Jinshi knows that Lakan knows that this is not relevant or appropriate. Lakan so very clearly said it to see how Jinshi would react. And Jinshi is doing his best to hide his thoughts and reactions, but I get the feeling that Lakan can see everything. I can only guess based on the way my stomach feels nauseous watching this exchange that this item is used for something heinous like slavery or rape. Props to the storytellers here for freaking me out. I hope I'm wrong and the horrid thing is a spoon rest.

Lakan: I simply can't abide good talent being kept buried. ... Those who possess genius should receive the appropriate praise and attention.

He's going to take Maomao! Stop him Jinshi!

And Jinshi is actually VERY interested in Lakan's method of decreasing a courtesan's value. Is it that Maomao still owes money at Verdigris House? Is this time now at Jinshi's residence just boughten time, and not the end of her contract? Is this why Jinshi wants to know how to bring her price down? Does Lakan know that Maomao may still have a debt to Verdigris House?! Does he plan to buy out the rest of her time?! Hell no! I won't accept that! What the hell is happening?!

Lakan doesn't want to admit to the fucked up thing he did to that courtesan, so he tells Jinshi to ask Maomao how to reduce her price. This guy is terrible. He told Jinshi his messed up story then left off the part that Jinshi most wanted to know, with a promise to tell him if he could have a chance to test Maomao. Which Jinshi agreed to. When Maomao fulfilled her part, Lakan goes back on his word and refuses to say. Utter trash. And Jinshi let himself be sucked into Lakan's game. I hate all of this.

Then Lakan leaves a beverage for Jinshi's "serving maids," i.e. Maomao. WTF. I am so creeped out by this guy.

Lakan: Farewell. Until tomorrow that is.

Yeah, we're not getting rid of this guy any time soon.

Jinshi collapses the instant Lakan leaves. Yes, Jinshi is going to have to continue to deal with this nightmare who keeps making Jinshi's life difficult, but what is really bothering Jinshi is that he knows he fucked up. Lakan came to see how interested Jinshi is in his concubine, and baited him with his own story about a courtesan. And Jinshi showed him, that he is actually very interested in Maomao. Jinshi also let Lakan take Maomao's measure, knowing this guy has a knack for determining and using such talents. Jinshi is definitely going to blame himself for putting Maomao in this guys sights.

Gaoshun makes a request of Jinshi, that we don't get to hear about, but in the very next scene Jinshi is changing his clothes and asking Maomao to help him with some makeup so is he planning to go out in disguise somewhere? Is he going to visit the annex (one of these episodes will show me what it is!)? What did Gaoshun say to Jinshi? I guess we will find out next time, since that's where the episode ends!

I'm so creeped out by Lakan, but it feels like we are about to get into some plot stuff now, so I'm excited for that.

To start at the beginning:

Episode 1

Next Episode:

Episode 17

#the apothecary diaries #apothecary diaries #maomao #jinshi x maomao #jinshi #jinmao

[choke-me-joey]

okay how about Joe telling you he wants kids for the first time 🥺

like you guys are already married and you’re visiting family and he sees the way you interact with your niece/nephew and he has the talk with you later that night??

STOP 🥺😭 this is so cute omg I'm so soft for this. I hope this was okay!!

Let me know if you want me to write the baby making part 😈

Your arm was dead, so very dead and numb, maybe slightly fizzy, but very dead.

But my god you didn't want to put your new nephew down, no matter how hefty he was. Your gaze was fixed upon his little sleeping face as your brother Nick, they baby's dad, was telling you, your husband Joe and your parents the birth story as this was the first time you'd all been able to get together since the baby's birth.

"-9lbs, 9oz he was! Couldn't bloody believe it, Becky was exhausted, weren't you babe?" Your brother grins at his wife who, bless her, looks absolutely shattered. No wonder, she'd only given birth a week ago. "And, oh, Joe, mate, just a heads up, the placenta comes out after the baby, it's like they give birth twice!"

"Twice?!" Joe looks a little horrified as he wrenches his attention away from you and the baby to stare at your brother. You roll your eyes. Becky gives your brother a gentle kick, silently telling him to knock it off.

Your mum, a godsend, senses the unease and asks Joe to give her a hand in the kitchen for a minute. Your husband, ever the people pleaser, kisses the top of your head as he follows her out of the room. You glare at your idiot brother.

"Thank you, Nicholas, we hadn't even talked about kids yet and you're already scaring the shit out of him." You hiss, taking the bottle that Becky was holding out for you to feed the baby with. You switch arms, settling your nephew once more before holding the teat to his tiny mouth. He happily accepts it.

"What? I'm just preparing him!"

"Preparing him would be more like telling him what brand of conception vitamins you used, babe, not what organs are going to fall out of his wife when she births their child." Becky sighs, leaning back on the sofa massaging the bridge of her nose.

Your brother shrugs. "Well, look at Y/N, she's a natural, Joe doesn't have anything to be worried about!" He shoots you a smile as you place a muslin cloth over your shoulder before burping your nephew. You had tons of experience with babies, your other brother having had 2 kids and you were the only one in your close friendship group to not yet have a kid or two, not that it bothered you.

Your nephew finishes his bottle and brings up his wind like an angel, so in theory he should have gone to sleep. Until he didn't. And started to get pissy about it.

"Well, don't get cross at me, you just gotta close your eyes, baby." You say gently, standing up and walking around the living room, gently rocking and shushing him. Joe and your mum come back into the living room with some food and drinks for everyone, and whilst your brother, Becky and your mum and dad are chatting amongst themselves, Joe can't take his eyes off of you.

You're still rocking your nephew, alternating between shushes and soft words, smiling down at him as you do so. Joe feels his chest tighten, but not in a way that he felt before meeting thousands of people at a con, or filming a new project. This was...different. You catch his eye as your nephew has finally drifted off in your arms and smile at him, and he can't help but grin back, falling head over fucking heels again for you, his beautiful wife.

The one he wanted to mother his children.

*

"So, where are you on the whole having kids thing?" Joe suddenly blurts out later that evening as you're wrapped in a blanket on the sofa together, full of Chinese and a couple of glasses of wine.

"Hm?" You gaze up at him from his lap, a confused frown on your face. Joe hadn't really spoken about having children much. His career was sky rocketing and he barely had time to be with you, let alone mini versions of you. You'd be married for 2 years and the topic of kids had only come up a handful of times, although never directly from him. "Well, you know I want them babe, but I'm happy to wait until you're ready."

"What if...what if I said I was ready now?" Joe said, gazing down at you and running his fingers through your hair. You sit up, facing him.

"Really?" You asked, unable to hide your grin. Joe shifts so he's facing you, taking your hands in his.

"Yeah, really. Been thinking about it for a while actually but today, seeing you with the baby and how good you were with him...God you just looked so happy and comfortable, you know? Honestly it made me fall in love with you all over again."

"Aw, Joey," you pout, squeezing his hands. He leans over and kisses you softly. "So, you wanna have a baby? Like, right now?"

"Picked up some of those conception vitamins your brother recommended when I ran into Tesco earlier, got some for you too." Joe shoots you a sly grin. "I've already taken mine so..."

"I'll meet you in the bedroom in 5?"

"Let's go make a baby, darling."

#joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fic #kats moots 🥰 #my girl angel 🥰

[onevolon]

nostalgia - part 3

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 900

warnings: The end! (I initially wanted to do more with this story but my adhd says no :( so this is it)

you can also read it on ao3

part2 - masterlist

“It's really solid this time of year.”

This could be dangerous. “Oh, I don't know.”

“Come on.”

She is very persistent.

“Oh. So beautiful.”

“Isn't it?”

She starts to run towards to the center of the frozen river.

What is she doing? “Uh, don't go too far.”

“Whoo! Oww! Ow!”

Aaand she fell. “Are you okay?”

“Ouch! Ohh! Oh, my ass!”

“I think I should go back.”

“Oh come on. Come on! Come here.”

He walks towards her reluctantly.

“What if it breaks?”

“What if? Do you really care right now?”

No. No, he doesn’t.

“Here, let me show you this one thing.”

She lies down.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on.”

He sits on the ice.

“Think I heard a crack.”

“It's not gonna crack or break or...It's so thick.” She says as she pulls him down to lie down too.

“So, show me which constellations you know.”

Does he know any? Did he use to?

“Um... Oh.I don't... know any.”

“Show me which ones you know.”

“Okay.”  He hesitates for a second “Oh. Here's Osidius.”

“Where?”

“Right there. See? Sort of a swoop and a cross. Osidius the Emphatic.” He just really made that up.

“You're full of shit.” She giggles. It’s a really nice sound.

“Nope. Osidius is right there. Swoop and cross.” He insists for… fun?

“Shut the fuck up!” She cracks up.

***

“Hey…” He gently wakes her up.

“Hey.”

“Sorry to wake you, but we're... here.”

“Ahh. Can I come over to your house...to sleep? I'm so tired.”

He freezes for a second. Is Lena at home? No, she’s at work. Does he care what would Lena think of this? The answer doesn’t bother him as much as it should for some reason…

“Okay. Um, yeah. Sure.”

“Let me get my toothbrush.” She jumps out of the car.

He waits.

A knock on the car’s window makes him jump.

“Yes?

“Can I help you?” The man says.

What? “What do you mean?”

“Can I help you with something?”

“No.”

“What are you doing here?”

What is he on about? “I'm not really sure what you're asking me.”

“Oh.” The man deflates “Thanks.” The man walks away.

That was weird, he thinks.

“Vámonos, señor.” She announces her presences suddenly.

She’s really lively. It makes him warm inside somewhere deep.

“I-I had a really nice time last night.” He says hesitantly.

“Nice?”

Oh, that word again!

“Okay, I had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life.” Not knowing if it’s true… but he believes it.

She grins “That's better.”

She look at some documents on her lap.

“This is weird.  To all patients of Dr. Howard Mierzwiak. My name is Mary Svevo. "We've met, but you don't remember me. I worked for a company you hired to have part of your memory erased. I have since decided that this is a horrible... In order to correct this, I'm sending everyone's files back to them.”

She puts the tape that came with the file.

Her voice rings through the speakers.

“I'm here to erase Kane”.

What? ”What is this?”

“I don't know.” She’s unsure of herself for the first time he notes.

“He's boring. Is that enough reason to erase someone? I've been thinking lately how I was before and how I am now, and it's like he changed me. I feel like I'm always pissy now. I don't like myself when I'm with him. I don't like myself anymore. I can't stand to even look at him. That pathetic, wimpy, apologetic smile. That sort of wounded puppy shit he does, you know? “

“What is this? What are you doing?”

“I… I'm not doing anything!”

“Are you screwing with me?”

 “No!”

“You are screwing with me.”

“Kane, I'm not!”

“You clearly are.”

“Look, let's just take a minute and...”

“Get out.”

“Kan-“

“Out!”

She gets of the car.

Is this anger he feels?

***

“Hi. The door was open…“

She’s here. At his house. How…ah.

“Look what I found.” He points to the tape player that is currently playing his interview with the doctor. “I'm sorry I yelled at you.”

“It's okay.”

They look each other for a while.

“Kane, I really like you. I hate that I said mean things about you.”

“Let me turn this off, okay?”

“Hey, it's... it's only fair.”

“You want a drink or something?”

“Do you have any whiskey?”

The things he says in that record are… cruel.

“Hey. Sorry. I thought there was more.”

They both try to ignore the words but…

“I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about all this.”

“I think i'm gonna... go. I'm a little confused. I don't really think I can be here.” She says.

He can’t argue.

“Um... bye.”

“Bye.“

She walks out the door.

A moment later he decides to follow her.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“I don't know. Just wait. Just… wait.”

“What do you want, Kane?”

“I don't know. I want you to wait for... just a while.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Look, I'm not a concept, Kane. I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. I'm not perfect. “

“…I can't see anything that I don't like about you.”

“But you will. You will. You know, you will think of things, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped...because that's what happens with me.”

“Okay.” He wants this.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” He smiles.

“Okay.” She smiles too.

#onevolon fic #kane annihilation #annihilation kane #kane x reader #kane #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac

[nineliabilityrisk]

"i told you before. no one kills you but me." ciar <3

" i told you before . no one kills you but me . "

[[ GOD these two. they make me so unwell (/pos) ]]

-- [ asked by @trapton ] --

William's words elicited a helpless chuckle out of Ciarán, crooked grin revealing bloodied teeth. A wince suppressed at how the movement jostled bruised — possibly broken — ribs, he just leaned heavier on the arm that was propping him against the counter as Will continued to disinfect his wounds.

"Look, 's not my fault that guy had a personal issue with the concept of my entire existence. Or he just had a really bad day. One of the two. Wasn't really paying attention, y'see. Was too busy gettin' the shit kicked outta me." At least his sense of humor was intact. Proof he wasn't too rattled by the whole experience.

Really, it had just been a case of wrong place, wrong time– at least, it had been at first. Ciarán's smart mouth probably hadn't served to deescalate the situation. Still, he'd managed to hold his own, even if he'd, in his own words, 'gotten the shit kicked out of him' in the process. The guy wouldn't be bothering him again.

With a substantially less effectively suppressed wince, he yanked his arm out of William's grasp. One particularly aggressive swipe of the washcloth over the gash in his shoulder had been more than enough for him to call a time out. "Ow, by the way. You can relax with that. You don't gotta be diggin' around in there 'n' shit. He didn't leave anything up in there," he snarked. All bark, no bite, as always. Mouthing off because he didn't know what else to do. He knew he had to let Will clean and tend to his injuries, but, damn it, he hurt. A lot. And not even in a fun way this time. This fucking sucked.

"Point is, it's not like I went out looking for someone to kick my ass or some shit like that. I have you for that, if that's what I want. It wasn't intentional. No need to get all pissy and territorial with me. I came t'you for help, didn't I?"

In truth, despite how prickly he was acting, he genuinely didn't want Will mad at him at the moment. All the fight had left him long ago. He was tired, and hurting, and in all honesty he just wanted some genuine comfort. He was just on too high alert to ask for it outright. His fight or flight response was still raising the hairs at the back of his neck — the sharp sting of the disinfectant on his cuts and scrapes setting off the leftover adrenaline in his system.

He just couldn't relax. Not until he knew for sure that he was safe. That Will would let him bring his walls down in peace. And right now ... he wasn't sure what to make of the situation whatsoever. William's mood had been unreadable since he'd first taken in the state Ciarán had been in when he'd arrived on his doorstep.

"Just..." he trailed off, dipping his head, voice noticeably softer than his previous griping. "It wasn't my fault. I'm sorry if I ... 'f I worried you."

#m | ic: threads ; ciarán #others | ic: threads ; william afton #interactions ; murderboyfriends <3 #trapton #cw blood #cw injury #[[ replies tag ]] #[[ queued ]]

[confoundedluna]

i'm bored and wanna say something that'll probably get hate but I wanna express my thoughts somewhere so here goes

i'm gonna start off by saying that I enjoyed Wednesday, I watched the entire thing across two days and would have done it in one night if I hadn't had an early class I had to attend, I thought it was a fun show and I get why it's gotten so much love

but. I don't think it's a good show.

first of all, like I've seen a couple of people say, the love interests and romance plotlines were unnecessary and dampened the entire thing. time that could and should have been devoted to the mystery and the monster, the main plot of the show, were instead stuck on bland white boys who were for some reason desperately working to get Wednesday's affection

now, I liked Tyler for quite a lot of the show, but by the time we got to the dance I was getting bored of him, outright disliked him not long after, and I genuinely Never liked Xavier in the entire show. I preferred Eugene to both of them, especially since he was explicitly just her friend, and I think that both of them should have just wanted her friendship.

the timeline of the show isn't entirely clear, except for the first episode taking place over the course of a week (she arrives, her parents say they can't call for her first week settling in, they call at the end), but we're told that Wednesday arrives mid-semester, and it clearly doesn't even reach the end of said semester since Enid mentions classes being cancelled for the rest of it in the final episode. however long it has been, I don't think it was long enough for either guy to rightfully get pissy with Wednesday for not being clear about any romantic interest. I think the friendship thing would have worked on this timespan, because it does with Enid (tbh, she should have been the love interest the whole time, or nobody)

secondly, there were multiple issues of characterisation, which is again something I've seen other people say. Gomez, Fester, and Thing all seemed fine, as was Wednesday herself, but Pugsley and Morticia bothered me. Pugsley was too emotional for me at points, and Morticia lost that incredibly supportive role she held prior. maybe she wouldn't grave dig with Wednesday in that dress, but she would at least give her pointers on how best to do it

thirdly, the CGI was. not good. I don't expect it to be groundbreaking, since it is a TV show, but when I saw the Hyde, the main monster, I thought of the live action Scooby Doo films from the early 2000s. the Hyde's eyes-first transformation also reminded me of the Judge from Who Framed Roger Rabbit and the shrunken head guy from Beetlejuice, and not in good ways. Enid's wolf form was somewhat better, but it still had room for improvement.

I do think that if/when season 2 comes out that I'll watch it, because i'm curious about the loose threads that they left in the finale, but I sincerely hope that they recognise how hindering the romance stuff was to the actual story, which I was very interested in, and that we see more of characters like Eugene and Enid over red herring love interests who seem to one minute despise Wednesday but the next are asking her to send a text while she's away

#wednesday #wednesday addams #netflix

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

They wanted Egg to live, as 3h!Claude would've zerg rushed the Empire with the Almyran military... Oh god, it really is like CF with the 5 year war pause when sensei was trapped in rubble.

But if anything, zerg rushing would be a reckless move, as Dimitri & Rhea would be scared about the foreign power. I think the officer's academy was built for that in particular. Damn, that'd be a good negative arc. The Kingdom & Church no longer see Leicester, but Almyra. The Empire is gone, what's stopping them absorbing the rest of Fodlan? As a bonus, Claude believes it's pointless to end discrimination, so he "picks the side" of his birthright, abandoning his Fodlan heritage. Hire me, IS!!!

combined these two asks because I . . . assume they're from the same anon?gdfkgj

Anon I regret to inform you I can't even pretend I know what "zerg rush" means. But context tells me you're also pointing at the literal military Claude has in his back pocket as a way of saying "why the fuck is Claude working with Her Majesty" and honestly, truly, I fully agree. It makes sense for him not to pull that trump card until he has no choice in Houses because he doesn't want to bring in more violence if he doesn't have to, but this Claude is clearly not about that life, so . . . who the fuck knows actually. The Empire clearly doesn't know strategy from idiocy, so it would . frankly be all too easy for Claude to get them to fuck off once and for all. Once again, a thing they didn't bother to explain. Maybe the king wouldn't have actually given his blessing for that one, but we'll never know.

As for the second part of this, I don't see Rhea and Dimitri being afraid of the Almyran army just because they're a foreign force; they way Almyra is used in Hopes, however, which leaves Almyra open to culpability should anyone discover that those ships sent to incite Sreng were signed off on by the king himself, would likely make them a little pissy, because fantastic, now they're up against the might of FOUR countries, each of which seems to have no qualms about snuffing them out. In Houses, however, they're just used to bolster Leicesterian defence, and it seems they're not even needed in Azure Moon because Dimitri stops Claude from being completely and utterly backed into a corner. Bada bing bada boom, Almyra doesn't even need to get involved in the war, which is another avenue to bettered relations with them; a counterpart to Claude calling on their aid and pointing to them as allies instead of foes. All that to say: Though it's not on Claude to make sure people don't start harbouring ill will, it's certainly not in his favour to use his Almyran influence as a way of dicking over the Kingdom for the flimsiest reason I've ever had the displeasure of hearing.

I don't think it's impossible for Claude to go down that route, but it would take much more time than the game is willing to give him. It would require deteriorating Claude's character down to the marrow, and even beyond that, which requires a series of events so emotionally and mentally taxing that it would be rather upsetting to play. Watching a dreamer devolve into nothing but a warmonger would be an interesting story, but it doesn't seem to me like it's one Fire Emblem would know how to tell. I'm not sure that they've nailed the villain protagonist yet, and frankly, with the way they handled Golden Wildfire, they don't seem to have the delicate touch it requires to treat terrible decisions made by the protagonist with the severity they're due.

#i'd be a massive hypocrite to say i haven't thought about it #i said to a mutual once that claude would be the most interesting lord to watch go dark #and i stand by that #but for him to become his literal worst nightmare is something that takes time and care #neither of which the writers seem to be willing to give him #so. RIP to us #fe #fe3h (the remix) #s responds #fire emblem warriors: three hopes spoilers #fewth spoilers #anonymous metropolis

[rogeriswater]

Don’t Leave Me Now

xxii

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, creepy behavior from one dude

~m.r~

It was yet another day in the studio. Now that Syd was gone, there were some things that had to be changed around before the release of the album. Roger hasn't talked to me really since the day I ditched him to go to dinner with Billy instead. I've been really regretting that day. I should've just gone with him. Could have saved myself a lot of beratement and gaslighting from Billy.

Billy and I had another argument this morning. Well, more like he insulted me again. He had made a comment on how I put on some weight. I tried not to let it get to me, but it hurt when he said that. It had made my mood absolutely foul this morning and I was hoping the boys would give me some space today. I didn't want to snap at them.

I noticed the boys all circled together as soon as I entered the studio. They stopped what they were doing to look at me as I angrily stomped in, no sound except for the clacking of the heels of my boots against the floor. I looked over at them and they seemed to be watching me warily. Well, Roger seemed to be avoiding my gaze.

David had made the brave decision to approach me. "Are you alright, Mags?"

"Never better, David" I said.

I could tell he didn't quite believe me, but he was smart enough to not push any further. Instead, he changed the subject. "You should see the new track Roger has composed. He's got diagrams of it written up, and I'm completely lost on how he wants us to play it"

Diagrams for a song? Exactly what kind of song did Roger have in mind? I joined the boys, taking my place beside Roger as I usually did. Without saying a word to me, he handed me a piece of paper. It was quite literally a diagram as David had said. "Roger, what even is this?" I asked him.

"Are you blind?" He snapped at me. "It's how the song should progress"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not blind. You're just making things complicated"

He snatched the paper out of my hand. "Why are you acting like a bitch this morning?"

"And why are you such a prick?" I shot back at him. Roger looked completely offended at the fact I had the nerve to say such a thing. He turned and walked away, most likely to take a moment for himself.

"Today's not going to be an easy day" Nick mentioned. "Roger is in a bossy mood today, and you're in a pissy mood"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not in a pissy mood today, Nick"

"Could've fooled me"

I sighed. "Nick, please don't make me smack you"

"We'll get to work today, and maybe that will help take your mind off of whatever is bothering you" Rick tried to assure me.

"Yeah. Maybe" I said passively.

...

Roger was an absolute nightmare to work with today. I knew he was passionate about music but I didn't realize he could get so bossy over it. And he was already made at me so it made everything worse when I wasn't doing something the way he liked.

He wanted me to hit some cymbals for the song. I thought that was simple enough. Now, I was still angry at Billy for calling me fat this morning, so I was hitting the cymbals a little harder than intended, or rather, a little too harder than Roger's liking.

"No, no, no" He came over to me. "What do you think you're doing?" He towered over me, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes, looking up at him. "What do you think I'm doing, you daft idiot? I'm hitting the cymbals like you wanted me to"

"We'll you're not doing it the way I want you to" He criticized me. "Give me those!" He harshly took the mallets from me. "Move" He demanded. I moved out of the way and I kneeled where I previously did. "Hit the softer, like this" And then he proceeded to demonstrate. When he was done, he gave the mallets back to me. "Think you can do that?"

And so, I did it just the way he asked. Or I tried to anyways, but it still wasn't the way he wanted. He came over to criticize me again. "If you don't like the way I'm doing it, why don't you do it then?"

"Well, excuse me if I wanted you to be more useful than you just standing there and moving your lips" He had the nerve to say to me.

I stood up and turned towards Roger. Why was he being such an ass to me today? "You know what, Roger? Fuck you!" I spat at him. I couldn't stand to be near him anymore. I stormed off, heading in the direction of the women's washroom.

When I got there, I stood at the counter and turned on the water before splashing some water on my face. There was a knocking at the door. "David, if that's you, I'm not—" The door opened and to my surprise it was Roger. His gaze was softer than the harsh one he looked at me with merely moments ago. "Haven't you done enough to me today?"

"Darling, I'm sorry" Roger's tone was soft and sweet. "I shouldn't have said what I said to you"

"But you said it, didn't you?" I scolded him, not daring to look him in the eye.

I could hear his footsteps against the tile flooring. He stood next to me. His hand grabbed mine and he tilted his head down until it came to rest on my shoulder. "I don't ever want our work to come in between us like this. The only thing I'm more passionate about than music is you, and I don't want to ruin that"

"Roger, do you think I'm fat?" I asked suddenly, Billy's comment about me still echoing in my mind.

"Where on Earth did you ever get the idea that you were fat?" He asked me. Roger grabbed my by my waist and turned me so that I was facing him. "Was it Billy who told you that?"

"Well he didn't say it like that exactly" I said. "He just mentioned that I had put on a little weight"

"You are so fucking beautiful, sunshine" Roger told me. "And you are not fat. Even if you were, that would not change the way I feel about you"

I frowned. "But you hate me now"

"I don't hate you" Roger started rubbing small circles on my back. "I could never hate you. Sure, I might get a little frustrated, even with you, but I'm never gonna hate you"

I caressed his face. Roger was always telling me how beautiful I was, but I don't think he ever truly realized how beautiful he is. "You're so pretty" I muttered, truly fascinated with his features.

"No, I'm not" He shook his head. Why was it so hard for him to believe that he was?

"But you are, Roger"

He scoffed. "If I'm so attractive, then how come every girlfriend I've had has cheated on me?"

"I wouldn't cheat on you"

He looked at me with those soft, beautiful eyes. "Do you mean that, darling?"

"I do, sweetheart"

Roger leaned in and started kissing me. My arms wrapped around his neck. He had managed to pick me up and set me down on the counter. He stepped in between my legs, his lips parting from mine. "Never leave me" He pleaded.

"Roger, I—"

 "Maggie, promise me now, that you'll never leave me" His voice almost broke.

I placed my hand upon the back of his head, threading my fingers in his soft, dark hair. "George Roger Waters," His full name fell from my lips. "I, Margaret Beatrice Fox, promise you that I'm never gonna leave you. I'm yours forever" I spoke as if I were reciting my wedding vows.

He smirked, clearly pleased with my promise. "That's right, you're mine" He leaned in, brushing his lips against my neck. "I'll be damned if I'm gonna let anyone else have you" He started peppering kisses against my skin. "Not even gonna let any other man have the chance to be alone with you"

He left hot, open-mouthed kisses all over my neck. I moaned, leaving my head back to give him more access. I slipped my hand under his shirt, feeling up his toned body beneath my palms. He started sucking at a spot on my neck, no doubt leaving a mark. When he was satisfied, he licked at the spot before pulling away. He gently grasped my jaw and ran his thumb over my lips. "You leave me breathless every time I look at you" He confessed.

I leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine. I could have spent every breathing moment kissing Roger like this. His kisses were so sweet and tender, so passionate, so full of deep love for me. The sound of the bathroom door opening interrupted us both, and the poor receptionist, a lovely lady who went by the name of Rachel, had walked in on us.

"Oh, uh, Mr Waters and Miss Fox" She blushed deeply from the embarrassment that she had caught us in the act. Roger and I both looked at each other, fearful that we had been caught and that she might tell on us. "Mr Waters, Judy is here to see you"

Roger sighed, obviously not happy about the fact that she showed up unannounced. "Alright, I'll come get her" Rachel nodded and quickly left the two of us alone again. Roger stepped away from me and ran his fingers through his hair. "Why is she here? She knows to never come to the studio when I'm working!"

"But you're not working at this moment, now are you?" I teased him. "You're kissing me instead"

He reached and played with a strand of my hair. "I'll get rid of her and we can continue this"

"No, no. She's still your girlfriend and she clearly needs your attention for something right now" I told him. "I'm sure if it wasn't important, she wouldn't be coming to see you here"

Roger was silent for a moment as he thought. "I'm gonna break up with her. Right now"

"What? No!" I protested. "Roger, just try to hold out with her for a little longer. At least until I can get the divorce process in motion"

"When are you going to file for divorce, by the way?" I know Roger just wanted to completely be with me, and Billy was obviously getting in the way of that.

"When I'm ready to do it" I just wish he would stop asking. Believe me, I wanted to be his completely as much as he wanted to be mine. It was just going to take some time.

...

I went back into the recording studio while Roger went off to see what Judy wanted. I was greeted by three pairs of staring eyes. Surely, the boys were all wondering the same thing. Why had Roger and I been in the bathroom for so long?

"You and Roger sure took your time" Nick had commented. "What were you two doing anyways? Having a little snog session?" My heart started pounding at Nick's accusation. Did he know? Did any of the boys know? I stared at Nick like a deer caught in the headlights. "Mags, I'm just kidding"

"Oh" I let out a laugh of relief.

"Are you and Roger all good then?" Rick had asked. I nodded at his answer. "You should have seen how deflated he looked when you stormed off. Didn't waste a second following after you"

"Yeah, David tried to stop him but he snapped at him" Nick added. I looked to David, who was sitting on a couch by himself. He caught my eye and flashed me a smile. "Maggie, could you do us a favor and never quit the band?"

"What difference would it make if I quit?" I wondered.

"If you leave, Roger's fury would know no bounds"

Oh, I'm sure if I left the band one day, Roger wouldn't be that bad. Since we were stuck waiting for Roger to finish up whatever he had to talk about with Judy, I decided to go join David on the couch. "Sorry about my mood earlier" I felt like I had to apologize. "A woman tends to be angry when her husband calls her fat. He's been making a lot of passive comments about my appearance lately"

"Love, you are not fat" David assured me. He draped his arm over my shoulder. "You are incredibly gorgeous and if your husband can't see that, then it's his loss"

I grinned at him. "You're a real sweetheart, David"

Roger had returned at that moment, but he wasn't alone. His arm arm was wrapped around Judy's waist and she was clinging to him like glue. "Is it alright if she stays?" He asked us.

"I thought we had a no girlfriends, wives, or husband rule about studio time?" Rick reminded him.

"Oh, it's alright" I spoke up. "Besides, I could do with another woman here" Roger looked at me. He noticed the way that David had his arm around me, and I could see his jaw tensing. Judy was also staring right at me. I shrugged David's arm off of me. "Let's get back to work, yeah?"

...

We broke off for lunch. I had sat down after fetching my food, only to be joined by Judy shortly after. "So, Maggie," She started, as if she was propositioning me with some business deal. "I was thinking that maybe after you're all done here, you and I could go shopping or something?"

"Sure, we can do that" I agreed. "Is everything okay between you and Roger? Did something happen?" I know it sounded like I was snooping but I've never seen Judy around at the studio before so I thought there was an emergency or something.

She smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah, everything is fine! I just wanted to see him" She looked down, poking at the food on her plate. "Does Billy ever come around here?" She asked so casually.

I raised a brow at her question. "No, I don't bring him round when I'm working. Why?"

She shrugged. "No reason" Judy smirked at me. "I couldn't help but notice that you and David..."

"There is no me and David" I cleared up. I wasn't blind to his flirtations around me, but I knew it was just him being friendly and there was nothing else to it.

Judy reached over and touched my hand. "Oh, Maggie, you don't have to hide it from me!" She winked. "From what I've seen, it looks like David likes you too"

I blushed fiercely. "Jude, it really isn't like that"

"Okay, whatever you say"

...

At the end of the day, we had constructed the song the way Roger wanted us to. But now, I was ready to have some girl time with Judy. I was waiting for her in the lobby to finish up with Roger. As I waited, Rachel looked at me and she waved me over. Oh great, I think I knew what this was about. I approached the front desk. "Look, Rachel, about what you saw..."

Rachel stopped me. "Oh, don't worry, Miss Fox. I won't tell a soul" She smiled kindly. "But there is something you should know. While Miss Trim was waiting for Mr Waters, she was asking a lot of questions about you and your marriage"

"And what did you tell her?" I asked.

"That she would have to ask you those questions"

"Maggie!" Judy's voice called to me. She appeared beside me and touched my back. "Ready to go?" She asked me.

"Yes, let's go" I agreed. Judy and I were off. This wasn't the first time we had hung out together, but it would be the first time that she would follow me home afterwards.

...

Judy and I walked about the street, carrying a bunch of shopping bags. I really thought the two of us were getting along well, and that's the way I wanted it to be between us, despite the fact that I was having an affair with her boyfriend. As we were walking, we had walked past a flower shop. There was a bench in front of it so Judy and I stopped to sit down.

"You better enjoy this while it lasts" Judy had said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious as to what she meant.

"Walking down the street without people knowing who you are" She explained. "You guys are really gonna make it big someday. Part of me wishes that you guys won't, because I'm afraid of losing Roger to it, but then I realize how selfish that sounds"

"It's a natural fear to have if you love someone" I tried ease her mind. But she was right though, she was losing Roger but it wouldn't be because of the fame.

"Does Billy fear he's gonna lose you?" She asked me.

"Honestly, I think he's more afraid of having a wife more successful than he is" I spoke my mind. "He wouldn't ever tell me that, but I know he thinks it" At that moment, a man emerged from the flower shop, with nothing but a single rose in his hand. He was gawking at me with wide eyes and smile.

"Maggie Robinson?" He knew my name, but I had no idea who he was. And what was weirder, he knew my married name and not my maiden name, which I go by when I'm with Pink Floyd.

I looked up at him, furrowing my eyebrows I'm confusion. "Yes? Do I know you?"

A hurt expression came across his face. "What, you don't remember me? It's me, Adam!" He said it like I was supposed to know who he was. "Adam Rowe? We were both in Professor Walton's class" Oh, he was an old classmate from law school. Well, no wonder I didn't know him. I never really conversed with any of my classmates outside of group projects.

"Oh, right"

"What happened to you? You just stopped showing up one day"

"Oh, I quit to pursue a music career instead"

"Why on Earth did you do that? You were top in the class! Which is surprising considering you're a woman and all" Wow, that was a gut punch if I ever felt one.

Judy scoffed. "That was rather rude, don't you think?"

Adam ignored her and continued to ask me questions. "So what's the deal with this music career? Haven't heard anything about you in the papers. Must not be that impressive"

"Well it's not just me. I'm in a band that goes by the name of Pink Floyd"

"I think I've heard of them" Adam said. He held the rose out in front of me. "Anyways, this is for you. I got this as soon as I saw you through the window. I always thought you were a real special lady"

I did not like where this conversation was heading, and I'm sure Judy didn't either because she got up and stood between us, blocking Adam's vision of me. "I'll take you home, Maggie. I'm pretty sure Billy is wondering where you are" She grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the bench. We walked away, not even looking back at Adam. "Do you know him all that well?" Judy asked me.

"We were in the same class but I never said a word to him" How could a man I had never said a word to before remember me so well?

~j.t~

Maggie invited me up to her flat for some tea. I had to admit, after spending some time with her, her kindness and hospitality was starting to rub off on me and she was becoming a friend to me. This is the first time I had been in her and Billy's flat. It looked rather empty, save for a couch, a coffee table, and a television. "How long have you and Billy lived here?" I asked.

"His parents found us this place the day after we got married" She recalled. I could sense the bitterness in her voice as she mentioned her in-laws. "Didn't want to spend money on me, so they got us the cheapest place they could find. It was never meant to be a permanent option for us so we just never bothered unpacking the boxes"

A framed picture sitting on a shelf caught my attention. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture of Billy and Maggie outside a registry office both wearing caps and gowns. This must have been their wedding day. Billy looked incredibly happy to be with her, but there was something sad about Maggie's smile. She came back out with two cups of tea and I set the picture back on the shelf.

"So, where is Billy?" I asked. I'll admit, part of the reason I accepted Maggie's invitation was in the hopes that I could see Billy.

Maggie shrugged. "I don't know. He never tells me anymore" She passed me a cup of tea and was about to grab the one meant for herself, when there was a knock on her door. She answered it. "Hello, Mrs Cole"

"Hello, my dear" The sweet old lady at her door had greeted. She peeked and noticed me. "Oh, you're entertaining company! I can come back later"

"No, it's alright, Mrs Cole. What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could accompany me for a quick trip to the market. I have a longer list than usual and I would appreciate your help"

"I would be happy to help" Maggie turned to me. "Judy, will you be alright for a few minutes by yourself?"

"I'll be fine" I assured her. With that, Maggie was off to help her neighbor. Now that I was alone, I decided to snoop around some more and I decided to start in their bedroom.

 All their bedroom was, was a mattress on the floor and a desk. I tried opening one of the drawers on the desk but it was locked. I wonder what was in there that was so secretive? Next was the closet. It was divided into Maggie's clothes and then Billy's. Maggie had a lot of dresses to choose from. Finally, I sat down on the mattress. I ran my palms along the wrinkled sheets. How many times did Billy and Maggie make love in this bed?

 I heard the front door being opened and then a voice called out. "Maggie, are you home yet?" It was Billy. Oh, God. I was alone with him. It made my heart race. I heard his footsteps approaching. The door to the room swung open. "Maggie, I—Judy?"

"Hi" I smiled up at him.

He tried to avoid looking at me. "Where's my wife?" He asked, really emphasizing the "w" word.

"She's not home" I said. I stood up and walked over to him. "I missed you"

"Judy, I think you should leave"

Why was he trying to push me away? "Remember that day we kissed?"

"Yes, and that was a mistake and it shouldn't have happened in the first place"

"I know you liked it as much as I did" I enticed him. That's when he fell silent and looked away. I wasn't blind to redness on his face either. "Billy, I really do feel something between us"

"Does Roger know you're here?" He asked, deflecting my question. "And does Maggie know you're here?"

"Maggie invited me over actually" I explained. "She's actually very pleasant to be around, and I think we're becoming friends"

"Well, if you're her friend, you wouldn't do this to her, would you?" He asked me.

"Funny, you should say the same thing to her about sneaking around with my boyfriend" I accused. Not that I had hard concrete evidence that they were, but I had a suspicion. Roger's been in such a different mood lately, one that he's never been around me.

Billy's face fell. "She is not. She would never do that to me. She loves me"

I sighed. "Fine, believe that if you want to, but if you ever find that she's not pleasing you right, just give me a call"

We both heard the door opening and Maggie's cheery voice call out. "Jude, I'm back!" The both of us walked back out into the living room. Maggie looked at Billy and her eyebrows raised. "Oh, Billy. You're home" She didn't sound too pleased to see him. "I haven't forgotten what you said to me this morning"

Billy went over and tried to touch her arm. "Maggie, I'm—" She pulled away from him. Then, she walked over to me. "Do you need to call Roger and have him come get you?"

I glanced over at Billy, and he caught my eyes. An idea came to mind. "I can get Billy to drive me, if that's alright"

Maggie waved her hand. "Whatever" She stormed off towards the bedroom.

Billy watched her sadly. He sighed and looked at me. "Come on then, Judy" I wonder, what exactly was going on between them? Was it just a little rough patch or was this the beginning of a shambling marriage? Either way, if I was going to find a place to wedge myself in between them, this was the time.

...

It was a silent car ride for the most part. I could tell Billy was feeling bad about the thing he said to Maggie this morning, whatever it was. He pulled up in front of mine and Roger's flat.

"Thank you" I said to him. I was just about ready to get out of the car when I felt him take my hand.

"Judy, I really can't lose her and I keep fucking things up" Billy confessed to me. "I'm hoping after we renew our vows, it'll fix everything between us. It will allow us to start over, then we can have a baby and that'll keep us together"

"I'm sure it'll all work out between you two" I told him what he wanted to hear, whether I believed it to be true or not. What he did next surprised me. He leaned in and gave me a small but soft kiss.

He pulled away, and looked forward as he muttered an apology. "Sorry"

I smiled, reaching over to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. "It's okay"

"She's just been distant with me lately, and I miss her. I miss the affection"

"Well, like I said, you can call me anytime" I reminded him. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I will see you soon, Billy" I stepped out of the car and we both waved at each other before he drove away.

When I got up to the flat, Roger was nowhere to be found but I heard the strumming of him playing the guitar. I followed the strumming into our bedroom, finding him sitting in the corner of the room, facing the wall. I don't think he noticed my presence. I walked over to him, got on my knees behind him, and attempted to wrap my arms around him.

"Judy, I'm not in the mood, alright?" Roger shrugged me off. I removed my arms from him and frowned. "I've really got to work on this song. It's important"

He never even turned to look at me. He was never in the mood anymore. I could feel it. I was slowly losing Roger. Whether it was to his music career, or the girl he shares his music career with, I didn't know yet. That's why I needed someone like Billy to lean on. His wife was drifting from, much like Roger is drifting from me. If anyone would understand me, it's Billy.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

[whaleofatjme1920]

Pervious annon! That was me! I worked things out with my bf and I was going through a bit of an episode but I took your advice and we talked and worked things out. And for the formating, I am always watching the r/reddit stories on tik tok so many subconsciously i formating my writing that way bc I've seen it be put that way so many times before. Idk

And me and that friend have talked and they are always putting down a lot of boundaries, which isn't a bad thing but they feel very limiting, like for one, I can't talk about a Characters death or make light hearted jokes because that is also their favorite character. I respect the boundary and I don't continue it after but it feels like I have to really think about what topic I wanna talk about next.

What bothers me most is that, they seem really happier with their others friends on tumblr and in the clips I see. I write stuff on tumblr and I made a post a few days ago about my head cannons for a certain show and they reposted it with text added that seemed very very aggressive, I made my own hcs for a character they liked interacting with another and they like shoved their hcs into mine in a very aggressive manner and I did not particularly like that. But I know that's their favorite character so I didn't say anything.

And anytime we've gotten into spats over like, let's say a game, they come off very aggressive so of course I get defensive back and I'm fast with my responses and they throw that in my face back saying that is the reason why they got even more defensive

I don't know what to do and I've felt this before in other friendships but it really feels like I am the problem

Okay that makes more sense. It genuinely reads like a r/relationshipadvice post because,,, I spend a lot of time on reddit unfortunately lol. If this exact post was there I probably saw it - it just felt familiar. Anyways, I don't know I feel you're being way too harsh on yourself knowing all of this too. This person doesn't sound like they're willing to compromise AT ALL. There's putting down boundaries, and then there's being a total dick and controlling. Can't make lighthearted jokes about a character because it's their favorite? Sure, but also,,,, dude it's a character. I personally wouldn't be able to function if I couldn't poke fun of characters, my own favorites included! They could always let you know when the joking mood is too much, but to outright bar you seems - and I hate to say it this way - sensitive.

It's like they've covered themselves in bubble wrap and can't stand that they're most likely going to get popped at some point - as that's what bubble wrap does. I really do feel like you should either try talking to them again about your own boundaries, what you're okat with and what you're not because they seem to be crossing lines with you like crazy. You're clearly not happy or okay with it, why are they allowed to trample on your feelings? You don't have to protect people who are actively hurting you, regardless if they get pissy about it or not. I feel like they have a lot of growing up to do, because as I see it, it's their way or the highway and anyone who doesn't subscribe to their ideas is wrong.

That's not healthy for you. You're putting so much in the relationship and they're treating you this way, treating your opinions as lesser, walking on eggshells just to keep them placated. Headcanons are also HEADCANONS. Do you know how often I see headcanons I don't like AT ALL? I never feel the need to comment because that writer is allowed to believe whatever they want!! That's the fun thing about writing and universe building, we can all create our own stuff! Some people view Slender as a happy family man and that's 200% okay! I view him as a dick, also 200% okay! Your writing, the things you want to say, that's valid to you. It's a shitty thing that they added on so aggressively just because your viewpoints don't line up.

From what I see here, there's no way that you're the problem.

#fish out of water convos

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - The Escape

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

This week hasn't been much better except that Finnegan is sleeping pretty well.

I guess I shouldn't say it's not much better, that's a massive improvement. 

He's still working too hard and we've got my birthday hanging over my head even though we sort of dropped the whole thing after I apologized yet again. 

That night, Finnegan decided to give me a hell of a good time instead and I didn't say no.

He's told me a few times since then that he's fine, that he's over it but he's been snippy and pissy this week.

He reminds me of the Finnegan I found in his hallway that night all those months ago.

Man, it feels like ages.

I think he's missing little time and it's getting to him but I can't make him do it.

I don't think he can either.

I keep thinking that tonight will be the night but so far, no sign of him.

I even challenged him to a remote controlled car race last night and he did it but it wasn't the same.

The excitement, the glow, the glee wasn't there.

That's why I'm more relieved than you can imagine when he texts me Friday afternoon.

Finnegan Walker: Do you want to head to the beach with me, tomorrow? I can only do one night but I could use a break.

I don't even have to think about it.

Emmett Locke: Absolutely.

The beach will help.

He's finally going to let 'Little Finn' out to play and I can't wait.

We are packed and in the car by eight.

We've even decided to just get breakfast on the road because we were so anxious to leave.

That's when I find out that Finnegan has never had a Krispy Kreme donut.

I fix that situation pronto.

He's eaten two when he says...

"I know it's a lot of driving so I don't mind helping out."

Not happening, besides...

"I love this car. I don't mind driving it at all."

"I need get a lease, no reason to rent this one but I haven't bothered yet. It's been nice having all the space."

Geesh, I can't imagine how much it's costing him.

He doesn't care though so why should I?

The space, so he'll get something smaller.

I'm not surprised.

"I can't lie, I'm gonna miss this. We'll have to pack light if you get another Roadster."

I've never had an SUV but I totally get the appeal.

"Yeah, I thought about that. Not sure what I'm going to get, yet."

"If I can help let me know."

Maybe I can talk him something decent sized for trips.

My car, well I'm not sure I trust it to drive the whole way to the beach and it's just a little sedan.

"Where are we staying?"

"Oh, I just got a hotel for the night. It's hard to find anything  on a weekend in the middle of August."

I know... I was surprised that he got a house last time.

Stuff at the beach usually books up by February.

"That's fine by me, darling."

"They only had a room with two double beds."

Ugh.

"Well we'll either hold hands across the gap or use one to fuck in and one to sleep real, real close in."

He laughs.

"I'm just kidding. Please. We have a suite."

Of course he does.

"But it wouldn't phase you, would it?"

Seriously? Not at all.

Of course I prefer a decent sized bed, especially since he hasn't been sleeping well but no.

"Darling, I've slept on the ground, on cots, in trucks and in foxholes. Any bed is fine by me."

"It's really hard to fuck with you."

"No comment."

He smacks me gently on the shoulder.

This is good, he's more 'Little Finn' than he's been in weeks and we're not even there yet.

"So am I, Em." 

I got an 'Em'. 

It makes me smile. 

"And I'm really glad we're getting away today. They said it might rain tonight, I hope it doesn't."

"We'll have fun either way, darling. We're almost to the bridge."

"Yah."

[itsdanii]

Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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[moemoemammon]

"I'm Your Least Favorite?!"

(Feat. The Demon Brothers) (mild angst)

(also just realized I read this as "MC's least favorite" only oop-)

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Lucifer

How in the hELL-

Lucifer doesn't say it out loud, but he has one hell of a superiority complex. There's no one he trusts more in this world than himself and his own abilities, so how could you not see that as well??

Clearly he's not making himself seem by you. It looks like he'll have to take a more direct approach...

Then again, he knows he's often looked at as an intimidating guy, so maybe he should be softer on you??? Gah, but his ego won't let him-

Please excuse Lucifer while he holes himself up in his office like a conspiracy theorist trying to figure out how to win you over

Mammon

"WHAT?! How can I be yer least favorite when I'm year FIRST?!?!!"

Angry reacts only >:'(

Though the anger is just masking his hella hurt feelings. It's not like he isn't used to being someone's least favorite but it hurts the most when it comes from you.

Outright ignores you for the first couple of days. Keeps acting all pissy, leaves at odd hours to gamble, and comes back without a cent to his name.

But once he gets out of that rut, he's determined to make you see what you're missing out on! Also expect the sudden appearance of a TON of gifts mysteriously showing up in your room everyday-

Levi

Yeah.... he saw that one coming from a mile away... After all, who could ever fall for a yucky otaku?

But hearing you ACTUALLY say it is enough to break his wee sea serpent heart. It's one thing for him to deny affection, but another to actually know someone doesn't like him.

Acts all irritable about it. "So what if a dumb normie doesn't like me? I have Henry and Ruri-chan! I don't need anyone!"

That's just a front to mask how upset he really is. Now it's rare for you to see him out of his room, and he's stopped inviting you over altogether. Why would you wanna hang out with him anyone?

In his brain, least favorite = most hated, so he thinks it's best to just stay away from you.

Satan

The only indication of his surprise is the way his eyes widen a little, but he honestly doesn't seem that bothered

But we all know Satan is a master of deception and his looks can be deceiving

He's so upset he can hardly stand it, and all that hurt turns into anger that he's taking out on everyone in the house

And his brothers don't even THINK about going into his room. They might not make it out alive- (jk but they'll be uhhh severely wounded)

Also has stopped acknowledging you. It's not because he's mad at you or hates you, but he literally can't stand to be around you right now. Just give him a 100 years to cool his head, okay?

Asmo

????come again???

Literally has only been showering you with his definition of affection and love, so how can you NOT be charmed??

Sure, his powers don't affect you at all, but he's being honest about his feelings when he says he loves you! He's never had so much trouble getting someone to respond to him.

It's annoying having to try so hard, and even more when you make it known that you don't like him. Why are you being so mean??

Asmo isn't the type to chase after someone who proves too much of a challenge (which is rare for him). But when it comes to you, he's determined to try over and over again until you love him.

Beel

:(((((((((

Why was he your least favorite?? Beel may be a little bit of a muscle head, but his feelings were hurt.

Was it because he ate so much? Was he not leaving enough for you? Or not paying enough attention to you? Was he too big and scary? Maybe if he stoops down a bit, it'll help?

Beel is used to being avoided. He's got a one-track mind, can be blunt with his words, has a cold, neutral expression and he's HUGE. That's probably a lot for a human to handle, right?

So he starts hurrying off when he sees you around. He doesn't want to scare you. But he also wants to make peace, so maybe leaving snacks around for you will help smooth things along? He sure hopes so...

Belphie

Ah. Well, that's not really a surprise. After everything he did to you? He's be surprised if you didn't have a grudge against him.

And he plays it off like he doesn't care. Sure, he feels that he deserves the most time with you since he spent so long locked away, but he won't force unwanted affections on you.

It hurts. It's annoying. It's frustrating.

Belphie isn't the best at expressing his genuine feelings, much less the ones he has for you, so he can't wrap his mind around how to handle the situation. So what does he do?

What he's best at: he sleeps. Even more than he normally does, until it's almost concerning. Why think about unpleasant things when he can just sleep and let his mind wander elsewhere? It hurts too much to think about it.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me writing #obey me imagines #obey me angst

[bugsy-maria]

Shoto x SISTER! Reader

Warnings: mention of an abusive father, Injury to the reader, fighting, BSM

Quirk: Icy fire

Description: Fire as cold as ice can cause massive burns, Ice as hot as blue fire.

"May the best hero win!" I cheerfully said, sticking my hand out for Sho to shake. instead of the friendly competitive shake, I was hoping for from my dear old brother, I got a cold stare.

"We aren't siblings in this match, so don't you go easy on me." And with that being said in a voice just as cold and his stare he walks out of the waiting room. the door slamming shut behind him. even though what he said wasn't as nice as I was hoping, I still wore a smile on my face.

"that was a little rude, don't you think?" I looked over at Momo who was sitting on one of the chairs, phone in hand.

"He's just in a competitive mood right now is all," I said brightly. out of all of the Todorokis, I was by far the happiest. I walked out, making my way to the entrance of the arena. once I heard the two of us get announced, I walked up to the battleground.

"Todoroki VS. Todoroki! Who will win!?" Present Mic practically screamed. I saw Sho ahead of me, a flat unemotional look on his face. A look I only now saw during hero training.

"Good luck Sho!" I shouted across the dirt field. and with that, the battle begins.

ten minutes pass and not a single one of us has a scratch on ourselves. I didn't want to burn him or hurt him in any way so I planned to get him out of the white lines. his plan wasn't really defined to me though. he tried to immobilize me but I would just use my ice to create a shield around me. he's also tried to push me out of bounds but that never seemed to work either.

I created a bubble-like shield around me as Sho once again tried to immobilize me. I shot my shield apart into ice darts, shooting out in every direction. like a scene in a movie, everything was going in slow motion when I saw Endeavor standing, arms crossed, with a look of almost disappointment. why did it never occur to me that our dad would watch our fight in person? I knew I was going to beat Sho, I may be the younger twin but I had to train for a full year more than Sho with our dad. I knew that if I won then Sho would get the bad end of the stick, Sho could get hurt. he'd get into an argument and take his pissy mood out on everyone for a week at least. I had to lose this fight.

"We aren't siblings in this match, so don't you go easy on me."

so when he had tried to immobilize me, I let him. I didn't fight back, and the fight was declared Shoto's.

"You did amazing!" I beamed as he melted the ice that trapped my legs.

"You were terrible," he said, and once he melted every last bit of ice he walked away. I walked to the entrance of the stadium where I was met with Deku.

"Hi, Izuku!" I shouted at him, a smile still plastered on my face and my arm waving at home.

"(Y/N)! How did you do that ice dart-like move? it was so cool!" Deku held his notebook and a pencil, just waiting for me to answer. I open my mouth ready to answer but see Endeavor at the end of the hall waiting for me.

"Sorry Deku, maybe later." I smile at him and continue walking to the man I'm ashamed to call dad. Izuku saw him and gave a slight nod of understanding before I turned back in front.

"You lost."

"Really? I didn't know that" I say looking him in the eyes, something I rarely did.

"What did you say?" he sounded angry, maybe that was a bad idea.

"Nothing." I looked down at my fingers, fiddling them.

"You had him where you wanted him yet you still lost. you're weak, you can't even fight for 30 minutes."

"and you can't even be a good father for 15 years."

Shoto's POV

I knew that fight was too easy, suspicion grew in me as I make my way to the waiting room once more. As I walk farther into the halls I pass the argument that (Y/N) and our dad were having. I don't bother listening because I already know what they are talking about. I knew that she lost on purpose, she was going easy on me.

she doesn't think I'm worth all of her effort so she just halfassed the fight.

(Y/N)'s POV

After an argument with Endeavor, I started to make my way to the waiting room. a smile still spread across my face. I opened it to see Sho on a chair, staring at his hands. I walked behind him, sending a small hello to which he didn't respond. I grabbed a water bottle, unscrewed the top, and took a drink.

"Why did you go easy on me?" he stood up, I gulped my water before responding.

"It didn't take you too long to figure it out huh?" I laughed.

"You didn't think I was good enough did you?" he looked at me, walking toward where I stood.

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to." he was now in front of me.

"I didn't even give you my reasoning and you are already blaming me for your assumptions?"

"If that's not the reason then what is?"

"I didn't want you to get in a fight with dad, you would have gotten hurt."

"That's my choice, I was tortured by him for 14 years! I'm sure I could have handled one fight." he toned his voice down toward the end.

"I'm not going to argue with you," I tried to walk around him, but his hand latched onto my arm. the arm I got a burn on from Endeavor. it was a new burn on my body so I would normally not notice it, but the combination of Sho's death grip on my arm makes it hard not to wince.

"What did he do to you?" he quickly let go of my arm.

"What he normally does," I spoke to the ground, trying my best to hide the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. I felt him grab the top of the UA jacket I wore and gently peeled it off.

"You can't be this reckless for other people you know." he leads me to a chair where he iced the burn that took up a good portion of my left arm. "I can't stand to see you hurt."

"Likewise." my voice shook, the tears getting a little bit harder to hold in.

"I love you too much to see you hurt." I felt him hug me, he didn't comment on how weak I was at this moment. he didn't mention the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"I love you too." I choked out. tears of joy and pain falling from my eyes as I hid my face in the crook of his neck.

#mha x y/n #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #mha todoroki #boku no hero #mha deku #mha imagines #bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #shoto todoroki #class 1a #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #todoroki #todoroki family #bnha shoto todoroki #shoto torodoki #mha shoto #bnha todoroki #bnmha #shoto x you #shoto x y/n #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki fluff

[tsigililimclean]

Hey! First of all, thank you for being so understanding to the rest of this fandom! I agree SO much with how everything canonical about Piper has some tones of racism or stereotyping. If you don't want to answer this then it's totally okay. But I would like to hear your thoughts on Tristan's relationship with Piper and her abandonment issues.

thank you for your kindness and appreciation 💕

as for piper and tristan's relationship canonically, i dislike how they're written- quite frankly, i'm very VERY tired of seeing parents of color written as neglectful or abusive by white writers because it feels exploitative. i also just. dislike how tristan is written because the "i hate being a native" schtick coming from the white man who wrote his native girl character as a walking talking stereotype is fucking gross. piper being upset over him not wanting to play the roles of native characters in movies such as tonto pissed me off because lone ranger is fucking racist, not to mention native actors are often made to play characters who are racist caricatures- like why the fuck would she be upset about him turning down those roles? she should be more pissed about him playing roles meant for actors of other ethnicities lmao. if tristan were trying to make it big in hollywood or even if he were just trying to make ends meet, it would be highly likely that he would have taken on some particularly shitty and stereotypical roles before making his big break, and after that, it would be much more understandable that he would never want to work those kinds of roles again, but of course rick riordan has no fucking idea how to give characters of color ANY kind of depth in relation to their identity. not to mention it's horribly ironic that piper, a character who lives and breathes native stereotypes, is pissy with her dad for not wanting to play a stereotype- it's like rick riordan was so so close to understanding and yet so incredibly far. in regards to their relationship, it's fucking sickening to me that rick thinks that tristan ignoring his daughter and having her be looked after by jane and sending her off to fucking boarding schools because he couldn't handle her or whatever was an intelligent plot move. HELLO! does this man have any fucking idea the kind of trauma that native people in america have towards boarding schools? tristan would NEVER have WILLINGLY sent piper to a boarding school, not when his own father or other relatives might've been children during the time of which native children were being tortured and assimilated in indian residential schools. it would make more sense if there were outside influences (COPS) forcing his hand, but willingly sending her to a place like that? fuck no. it honestly makes me nauseous to think about. in my head, tristan is a much more complex and well written character, and he and piper have a very nuanced but loving relationship, but in canon? the lost hero made me want to rip my hair put everytime piper talked about her dad, ESPECIALLY in regards to tsalagi culture because the way rick talks about our culture is so fucking distorted and disconnected because he did the bare fucking minimum of research and didn't bother having a cultural consultant or a sensitivity reader. he has a pattern of writing parents and guardians of color as bad parents and it's really fucking telling to me. obviously tristan didn't get the worst of this kind of treatment (because rick seems to hate women of color even more than men of color, as proven by how he wrote marie levesque and leo's tía rosa), and his and piper's relationship is better towards the end of toa to my knowledge, but tristan and piper's writing overall is what bothers me, not just in regards to their relationship, but their individual characterization.

#i got worked up over this lmao so sorry for how angry this all sounds im just. very passionately furious abt all this #its just all so fucking tone deaf. the way he writes families of color is tone deaf. #tristan mclean #piper mclean #hoo #tsiwoniha #homeiswherethehalfbloodsare #alright. off to bed. ive done enough emotional unpacking tonight