#but like how the hell am I supposed to explain the situation without coming out

[ramhaiba]

𝖧𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖵𝗈𝗐𝗌 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥

MINOR DO NOT INTERACT SERIES TW: Gore, Stalking, Sexual themes, major character death

previous chapter

"Where the hell is everyone" you scoffed, walking down the halls, not seeing a single servant or guard.

Suddenly you bumped into Nobara, holding a tower of plates- now shattered to the ground, falling on her ass- "HEY- Look where you're- Oh. Y/n" Nobara huffed, her tone easing down as she noticed you.

"Oh, god- the plates" Nobara gasped, looking down at the ground, shards of white, golden detailed plates spread all over the floor. "I'm so sorry- I'll help you clean it" you apologized, getting on your knees to carefully pick up the shards into your palm.

"What exactly were you doing, I don't usually see you do any housework" you commented, slightly laughing at the memories of Nobara making Yuuji do her chores.

"Well, It's not by choice. The whole house is calling for an all-hands-on-deck situation because of the dinner tonight" Nobara explained, helping you pick up the fragments of glass off the floor.

"What makes a dinner so special that everyone's losing their head over it" you questioned. You noticed that Nobara shifted her attention to you, forgetting about her duty, looking at you as if you just said one of the most heinous things she'd ever heard.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" you repeated, concerned about why the tone of the conversation shifted so drastically. Nobara took a moment to close her eyes, taking a deep breath, most likely fighting back the urge to punch the 'stupid' out of you.

"Today is Megumi's birthday and every night on his birthday, the Zenin family throws a dinner. Which is what everyone is so busy preparing for. " Nobara explained.

"So you're telling me that I was the only person that didn't know it was Megumi's birthday?"

"Your words, not mine"

"And that I'm going to meet the entire family tonight?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"Atta girl, Y/n. Now you're all caught up" Nobara laughed, lightly hitting your back.

"This isn't funny, Nobara! Maki or Mai could snap me in half without breaking a sweat and much as it pains me to say this- they're considered to be borderline rejects in their family. So what does that exactly say about the members that are actually respected?" you ranted, aggressively picking up the glass off the floor, trying to focus your anger onto cleaning.

"Y/n, I didn't mean it in that way. This whole place just messes with you "Nobara apologized, embarrassed she took out her frustration on you.

You sighed, cooling your thoughts, "Yeah... I know it's just not easy-" you yelped as you felt a shard of glass slice your palm, instinctively, forming a fist to deal with the stinging pain.

"Shit- did you just cut your hand? Just hold on. I'll help wrap it up for you" Nobara sighed, helping you back on your feet, starting to lead you down the hall.

"W-what about the glass?" you yelped, Nobara's hand around your wrist, in the process of dragging you to a room.

"Oh? Right- the glass. ITADORI! CLEAN UP THE GLASS FOR US!" Nobara shouted, stopping in her tracks.

"Oh for crying out loud! This is the last time I'm doing this for you!" You heard a distant Yuuji shout.

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You sat on your bed, injured palm extended towards Nobara as she bandaged it, the other hand holding your face, elbow on your lap.

"How come you didn't tell me earlier that it'd be Megumi's birthday today" you asked.

"Well, it hasn't been easy exactly getting a conversation with you, Maki, or Mai dragging you into some stupid wedding practice session. And besides, I figured they'd tell you" Nobara sighed.

"So am I suppose to get him like... a gift?" you questioned. "That would be the smart option" Nobara added.

"What exactly do you get a man who has everything?"

"Uh.. Sex?"

"NOBARA" you gasped, face heating up with embarrassment. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding" Nobara repeated, an obnoxious grin on her face.

"Well, according to the servants, your 'husband' is going to be out the entire day until his birthday dinner. So, maybe you can do some snooping in his room and see what type of things he'd like" Nobara answered, serious this time.

"Are you suggesting I invade his privacy?" you questioned.

"Oh please, he's done worse things to you" Nobara replied, waving off your worries.

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If you could describe Megumi's bedroom in one word, it would be

Organized.

Jesus Christ, how are you going to do any snooping if he'd probably have memorized the exact position of every book on his shelves? No one is allowed into his bed-chamber, not even the servants. That means he most likely does all the cleaning himself. The room itself was gorgeous, with dark wooden floors, a blueish-grey detailed bedframe, white silk pillows, and mesh curtains on arched tinted windows, bookshelves almost as tall as the ceiling. 

You traced your finger across all the books on the shelf, stopping at a bright red book, so thin that you'd thought it was incomplete. You slowly pulled it out off the shelf, getting a better look at the book's red cover decorated with an unsettling drawing of a wolf with a sheep's corpse hung over its body, a dark bold title saying 'the wolf in sheep's clothing."

Megumi owns dozens of hard-covered books written and published by some of the greatest dictators and academics of all time- so what in the world is a child's book doing in his collection? Out of curiosity, you opened the book, skimming through the pages until reaching the end, where a tan piece of paper lay on the page as a bookmark, with closer examination, the bookmark was a small black-and-white portrait of a content short dark-haired woman, dressed in a beautiful long gown, a chain with an 'F ' pendant around her neck, cradling an infant. The small portrait looked like it was made years ago- so you doubt this woman could be Megumi's 'secret' lover.

"Well... that was a dead end. Now where does a man keep all things that he wants to remain a secret?" you thought, putting away the book and its hidden portrait.

As if a lightbulb appeared above your head, you got on your hands and knees, peeking your head under his bed, squinting your eyes to search for anything. You squished your hands into the thin sliver of space between his bed and the floor, managing to pull over a small wooden chest.

"Great, a lock" you huffed, pulling at the golden lock on the chest. You should have figured, Megumi wouldn't be dumb enough to keep anything important unlocked.

But at least you know there is something important enough for him to keep a secret. You slowly pushed back the chest under the bed, praying a spider wouldn't touch your hand in the process.

As you got up back on your feet, your back was pressed against someone's chest, causing you to jump.

Shit- what's Megumi going to do when he caught you snooping- maybe he'll actually feed you to the wolves this time.

To somewhat of your relief, it wasn't Megumi- however, it looked a lot like him. He was taller than Megumi, his arms crossed revealing how muscular his biceps were- you're pretty sure he could crush your head with them, straight dark hair laying on his forehead, a scar across his lip, and the same blue eyes as Megumi.

"Now, you don't look like you belong here. Mind, telling me who you are, kid?" He asked, tilting his head, oddly seeming very nonchalant for a man who caught a person in a place that was strictly off limits.

"Y-Y/n L/n. I'm Megumi's fiancé" you stuttered, hoping that the man would go easy on you because of your status.

He took a moment to process your answer, eyes widening as if he unlocked a memory, before subtly laughing, "Oh yeah, you're the one that I'd agree to marry my kid. Oh, I was so drunk when I signed off on a proposal from your old man."

Drunk. One drunk decision is the reason you're here, having to survive these nightmares of tests while dealing with demons in human form.

"And you are?" you questioned.

"Toji Fushiguro. Now what might you be doing in my son's room? I might exactly not be around that much but I know that Megumi likes his privacy especially when it comes to his room" Toji answered, the scar on his lips bending as he subtly smiled.

"I- I was just looking for him, so I can wish him happy birthday" you lied, unable to keep eye contact- too intimidated by his confidence.

"You were looking for him... Under his bed? Okay. If you don't wanna tell me the truth. I'll go tell Megumi what I saw... I bet you'd love to tell him the truth, right?" Toji replied, turning his back as he walked towards the door, hand hovering over the door knob before you yelped

"Don't"

Toji tried to contain his laughter, slowly turning back to you, "Oh? Care to explain why I shouldn't, princess?" he added.

"I didn't- I didn't get him anything for his birthday- and I exactly don't know what to get him so...I thought maybe I'd get some ideas of what he'd like if I looked through his room. I mean... You can tell a lot about a person by the things they keep near their bed" you confessed, batting your eyelashes, trying to appear like a simple innocent naive girl. Of course, you won't tell him the entire truth- that you were also trying to find some dirt on Megumi.

Toji didn't even bother covering his laughter, shamelessly laughing at you, causing your face to boil with embarrassment as you watched the man almost fall to the floor laughing at you.

"It-it's not that funny" you huffed.

"Holy shit, you really are a mess" Toji chuckled, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"Now that you're done laughing at me... are you still going to tell him what you saw?" You asked. Toji took a moment to think, holding his face with his palm as he softly hummed.

"Nah, I think I'll do you a favor and help you out" Toji sighed, before searching for something in his pant's pockets, taking out a golden chain, a thin 'F' shaped pendant hanging off of it.

"What are you waiting for? Take it. You need to get the kid something right? Just tell him you found it somewhere and polished it" Toji added, shaking the beautiful chain in his hand.

"Why exactly are you helping me?" you asked. "Think of it as an early wedding present, princess" Toji smirked, placing the chain in the palm of your uninjured hand instead of waiting for you to accept it.

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#yandere x reader #jjk megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #prince megumi x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jjk x reader #yandere megumi #toji fushiguro

[rafa-jaja]

Asking for your help...(pt3)

Bruce Wayne x Gn reader

Chaos, everywhere, Talia was destroying the city completely, she had an army of assassins controlled by Prismon, a villain with telepathic powers.

But how could this happen? wasn't the Justice League supposed to avoid this kind of problems? where are the superheroes who swore to protect the world?

All those questions are easily answered, they were the focus of Talia's plan, she kept them captive in their own minds. This allowed her to easily attack the citizens and plant chaos in the world.

And where were you in all this? In the league's operations headquarters, not the wachtower, because that's where Talia and Prismon were. You were in a smaller, more rudimentary one, but that was better than nothing.

You were making a plan, but you knew the odds were not in your favor. But even knowing the consequences, your plan was to infiltrate the watchtower and free the supers.

- Okay, with all that in place I just have to-

- Did you think I'd forget about you? How bad do you think I am?

That voice...how could it have found you, you had barrier protection against mind tracking.

- I'm surprised you didn't realize that your friends have very weak minds.

Talia came out of the shadows, just looking at her made you remember everything she put you through, it was like a recreation of your nightmares.

- What do you want? I'm of no use to you, you already have an ally who controls minds.

- I felt that my collection was not complete without you, besides, I would like to relive the old times.

You knew that fighting her wouldn't do any good, she had a mental block that didn't allow you to enter it, and your current physical state is deplorable.

- Ok, take me with you, I'm not going to fight you.

- What a disappointment, I thought you wanted to take revenge on me?

You didn't answer, yes you wanted revenge, but she was giving you a free pass to the wachtower and you could come up with a plan on the way. Right?

Nothing, you had no plan, all the scenarios would end with you in the mental prison or dead, the worst thing is that they were about to arrive.

- You Know, you surprised me when you gave yourself up so easily.

- Well...I had no choice

- You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you. You're basically adrift, you have no one.

You would deny it, but inside you knew it was true, somehow you agreed with her.

When you arrived you were taken to the main hall with your friends, it hurt you to see their faces, you knew they were there, but nothing assured you that they were well.

- Now that you are here, it is time to lock yourself in that little mind of yours.

Without any warning Prismo appeared behind you and caught you, everything was dark, but... you weren't afraid, it was just being closer to your thoughts.

Suddenly a mowing light consumed you, and then a sound, well more like a voice...

- Hey, wake up, you know it's not good to fall asleep when you're a guest.

That voice seemed very familiar, you opened your eyes to try to identify the person who was talking to you, but you only saw a room with armchairs and a lit fireplace.

- BOOO!!!!

- FUCK...damn it John Constantin, do you want to scare me to death?

- Oh, you should have seen your face, it was worth it.

- what the fuck are you doing here? I thought you got caught with the others.

- you really thought i'd fall for that? I thought you knew me better than that.

- Okay, you're not caught, so where the fuck are you?

- Well... let's just say I'm in hell.

- ...What?

- You know, dont meke me explain it to you, you konw what i do.

- OK, i understend that...but you haven't thought about, I don't know, HELPING? The world is going to shit and you're in hell!

- Hey, if I wasn't here the situation would be different.

- What?

- No time for details, let's just say that Talia made a deal with a powerful demon and I'm down here holding him. But I didn't come to you to tell you this, you have to free yourself and help your friends.

- But how? I never had to get out of my own mind. I don't know what to-

- I don't have much time left, just find the way out, save the others and defeat Talia.

And without being able to say anything else Constantin disappeared, you had no choice but to investigate the place where you were.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but you felt like you were going around in circles, until you saw a light at the end of the corridor.

When you got to the place the light disappeared, leaving a door that did not look like the others in the place, without thinking twice you opened the door and entered it.

You saw a kind of fair? you didn't know where you were, but something seemed very familiar to you.

- I didn't know you liked fairs.

You quickly turned around, only to run into Bruce Wayne.

- And what are you doing here?

- I'm accompanying Dick, he's on the roller coaster now.

Oh no, you knew what this was, it's the memory of the time you and Bruce had a date by accident. Why this memory? It was the one you had been trying to forget the most.

You had no other choice, you will have to relive the memory as it happened, otherwise your mind will completely split and you won't be able to get out.

- It's good that you two are giving each other a break, you needed it.

- Yeah...sometimes I forget what it was like to be a kid.

- I understand, but you're doing great.

- Doing what?

- Raising Dick, he and you have things in common even though you're very different.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon together, sharing and enjoying watching Dick enjoy everything. But an uncomfortable feeling came over you, you hadn't shared with Bruce for a long time, you didn't remember how well you had lived together in the past. But this was a memory, you knew that in the present this would never happen.

- What are you worried about?

- Eh...it's nothing, don't worry.

- It's not true, you're thinking too much.

- It's just...I'm worried about the future.

- That's normal, we all worry about what might happen in the future, but the key is to take a deep breath and silence those thoughts.

I was right, you are overthinking the situation between you and Bruce too much.

- What a beautiful view," you said watching the sunset.

- Yes...very beautiful," said Bruce with his eyes on you.

Bruce put his hand on your chin and made you look into his eyes, those deep eyes that could make anyone's eyes glaze over. Little by little they got closer until they kissed, a tender kiss full of love. You felt how time slowed down, a stream of emotions ran through your body.

- That was... incredible.

-Yes.

- Hey, stop kissing or I'm going to pump," said Dick, grimacing dramatically.

Everything went on as normal, at the end of the fair Bruce offered to take you home. When you arrived at the door of your apartment, but before entering you stopped.

- Bye Bruce, see you soon

- I hope so, I can't wait.

With that said you went inside and a Reaper Glow consumed you once again. You woke up on the main hall floor, looked around and saw that all the supers were still there.

You knew what to do, without the guards noticing, you occupied your mental control and woke up each one of your friends, giving instructions to each one of them on what to do.

You had already woken up most of them, only Bruce was missing, when you entered his mind you noticed that you were in Gotham, but you didn't see Bruce anywhere.

You searched everywhere, there was no trace of him. About to have a crisis you saw a newspaper gliding towards you, you picked it up and saw what it said, "Death in the Wayne family...it's been two days since this tragedy happened and-" That's it! the cemetery, how could you not have thought of it before.

As you arrived you saw Bruce, sitting next to his parents' graves.

- Bruce, we have to go, Talia and...

- No.

- What? What do you mean, no?

- I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back to the real world.

- Bruce, this is not the time to do this, we need you.

- I don't want to," he said through tears, "I don't want to feel like this again.

- Like what? Like the richest man in the world? or like Batman?

- You don't understand, I thought you knew me well enough to see the real me.

- I thought I knew you, until you abandoned me years ago!

They both fell silent, neither of them could argue any longer.

- You know...I feel like a complete idiot, I've let down a lot of people I love and I don't have the courage to make amends.

- I don't know where you're going with this?

- I just...I want to make things right with you, I have never stopped loving you.

- Yeah sure, and the kid with Talia doesn't mean anything.

- Let's leave Damian out of this.

- So that means you do have feelings for her.

- SHE DORGED ME! fuck...when I woke up the next morning I felt so repulsive, I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror...but I didn't want to tell you because I knew it would hurt you. And when she left Damian in my care I didn't know what to do, and you didn't give me the time to explain...the last I heard from you after you left was that Talia had kidnapped you, she threatened to kill you if I tried anything. When she freed you I wanted to come and get you, but I thought Talia would keep her word.

- Bruce...I had no idea, but why did you risk asking for my help if you knew what Talia was capable of?

- We really needed your help...but it was also an excuse to see you again.

The two hugged each other tightly, neither wanting to let the other go. They needed it after everything they had to go through.

- Well, it's time to go back to the real world.

- But what about us?

- Maybe we could give ourselves a second chance.

In short, after releasing Bruce from prison, the league united to defeat Talia, which they did, and arrested all of her henchmen. Peace had returned to the world, thanks to the power of the Superheroes.

You and Bruce eventually got back to what you were before and were happy forever.

Fin...

#dc x reader #dc x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #dcu

[yanderemommabean]

I am all for yandere single dad!

Not sure if this counts BUT, a yandere dad that ends up falling for the nanny his wife hired to watch their daughter.

A well off business man, finely tailored suit, who's been stuck in a dead marriage with a woman he can't stand.

Although he adores his daughter he rarely has time for her because of his highly demanding job. To make matters worse, her supposed "mother", if you even call her that, doesn't give her the time of day and constantly ignores her

He didn't think his life would turn out like this.

In their college days, he and wife then girlfriend, had been dating for a year before he finally decided to end things after having grown sick of her demanding and entitled attitude.

However, when he tried to break up with her, she announced she was pregnant with his child. Of course he had his doubts and demanded a paternity test. Instead she went behind his back and told his parents.

Both their families were very conservative and had high standings in their communities. So as to save face, they pressured him into marrying her so as to not cause a scandal. So under threat of disownment by his family and the chance of his reputation being ruined for being considered a man who abandoned his child after getting a woman pregnant. He craved and agreed.

The first few years were decent. Despite, the way they got to together, he tried to make the relationship work but it soon became clear she had no interest in that.

As soon as his daughter was old enough to do certain things on her own, his wife stopped wanting anything to do with her. Instead preferring to go out with her friends, shopping and partying as if she was still a single 19 year old college girl.

The few times she isn't out spending large amounts out his money, she sitting at home doing nothing but watching TV or online. All while completely ignoring her daughter.

If that was bad enough, he's pretty sure she been cheating on him. She's constantly going out dressed to the nines in makeup and expensive clothes. She always on her phone and keeps it locked when she's not. And has been very distant as of the past few years.

He has thought about just divorcing her and finding someone else but nothing ever really came of that idea.

He grew up with the idea that divorce was a sin and once a person makes those vows, you can't ever break. Though that wasn't his true concern. His main worry was losing his daughter.

His wife was a vindictive woman who surely do anything in her power to make his life a living hell if he dared divorce her. And that included using their daughter as a mean to hurt him.

The court were they lived had tenancy to reward majority custody to the mother, even if the father is more suitable to raise the child. And knowing his wife, she'd probably claim he was abusive to her and their daughter, which would grant her a higher chance of gaining full custody. And didn't want to risk losing his daughter to her neglectful mother.

So, her surmised it would be better to wait until his daughter was 18 to divorce his wife.

However, things changed when you entered the picture.

A nanny hired by his wife to watch their daughter for a few hours while she was out.

He remembers coming home that day and finding you there in the living room playing with his daughter.

Of course he was shocked and asked what you were doing in his house, but after explaining the situation, he was left furious! His had life their daughter with a complete stranger without bothering to consult him first!?

His anger only grew when you tell him you were only supposed to watch his daughter for a couple of hours, but his wife had been gone all day and no matter how many times you tried to call her, she wouldn't answer her phone.

She didn't even tell you how to reach him or give you a list of things rules for the young girl. She just shoved her daughter on you and told you to watch her. Didn't even pay you before hand. You didn't feel comfortable leaving such a young child by alone, so you stayed and waited for the father to come home.

Feeling bad for you, he decided to just pay you for your trouble and let you go home.

However, when you tried to leave, his daughter grabbed onto your leg and started crying, saying she didn't want you to leave.

This shocked both of you and he tried to convince his daughter to let go of you to no avail. Eventually he asked if you wanted a job watching his daughter during the week days while he and his wife are out, promising to pay you a high amount. Not seeing an issue with that you agreed.

Over the course of a few months, he slowly begins realize he's developed feelings for you.

You're so kind and attentive with his daughter. Always willing to play with her or help her with homework. You even worry about her safety and comfort her when she hurts herself. He sees how his daughter's eyes light up when you arrive. How she come running towards you wanting a hug and you'll happily pick her up and spin her around.

He looks forward to coming home to see you cooking dinner for his daughter and even going as far as making a plate for him.

He hates coming home and seeing his wife there instead of you. He goes resentful of his wife to the point he can't even look at her without feeling disgust and anger.

You should be his wife, not this selfish, leech of a woman. You're the one he was meant to marry, not that wh#re that forced into this sham of a marriage only to open her legs the second someone new comes around.

Surely, you think this way too. All he needs to do is get rid of the parasite taking your place. It'd be so easy too. it's not as if anyone would miss her, she's widely hated by their neighbors and even her own friend group.

The only people he has to worry about is her awful family, but that's not an issue. He can just make it look like an accident and hold a funeral for their families. It'll be the last time they see his daughter. He has no plans of letting them continue to be in their lives after he marries you. And if they become a problem he'll gladly let them join their daughter in hell. The same goes for his parents.

His parents will undoubtedly cause a ruckus about him remarrying soon after his wife's passing, especially with someone they don't approve of. But his parents have controlled his life long enough and it's time for them to understand who has the true say in the family.

Aw he can't wait to see you in a gorgeous white dress on your wedding day. Surely you won't refuse right? After all his daughter will be so sad to see you leave again. You're already a perfect parent to her and he can easily support you with his salary, so you won't even need to work!

There's no reason to say no~

(GOODNESS I loved this and decided to make a little scenario on how I think he got the whole idea for marrying you in the first place. It’s a bit of a rough draft but I still like it! I hope you do too!)

Coming home this early was a blessing he hardly got to enjoy. Usually when he came home at all there was hardly a hello from the woman he called his wife, and dinner was something a day or two old in the fridge.

Today, however, he was pleasantly stunned. You stood there over the stove while his baby girl giggled beside you, adding what looked like food coloring to a batch of batter. Now, what on earth could you two possibly be up too?

A nanny cooking with a child isn’t odd, not in the least. But something about this was different, more domestic and wholesome than just a paid worker bonding with the child they look after. Especially when you gave him that sweet, welcoming look over your shoulder when he announced his arrival.

“Oh! Hello! Sorry I didn’t hear you- we were-“ you were happily cut off by his daughter, who clapped her hands excitedly. “Daddy! Come look! We made silly pancakes!”

He chuckled, walking over as he places his keys down. He watched as you flipped the green pancake over and slid it onto a plate, where his daughter happily added a fistful of sprinkles and handed it to him.

You give a playful smirk and point to her “I think she might be the best chef in the house. Why have me cook when she’s a five star chef?”

He laughed with you and set the plate aside, picking up his daughter to give her a kiss on the head. “I wouldn’t normally approve of pancakes for dinner but…hmm…since you’re such an artist, Daddy can let it slide”.

You all smile and get ready for dinner as he tells you about his day. You genuinely listen, setting his plate down as you sit beside him and ask follow up questions even. While you two chat and talk, he feels so relaxed and even, dare he say loved. This dinner feels like such a dream, until his daughter makes a mess with syrup on the table and starts to tear up.

You give her a worried look and hush her softly, asking what the matter was. “It was an accident sweetie. You aren’t in trouble at all! We’ll get you cleaned up and get back to eating ok?”.

She sniffles and nods her head, wiping her eyes as she looks at her daddy. “I-I just…mommy yells at me for t-things like that and-and I didn’t wanna-“ she continues to get upset, and watching as you coax her down and soothe her made him both relived and upset.

Of course his wife would be like that. Always yelling and belittling people over the smallest of things, making everything a show of drama. She couldn’t even bother to be home and be an actual part of the family, to cook or simply be there for their daughter when she’s learning and growing and needing a person to bond with.

He’s had enough. He’s had enough for years now but now things are finally becoming more clear.

You’re meant to be there, meant to be by his side and help this family finally heal and become normal. In just the two hours of being around you today, he’s felt more of a family bond than the nearly ten years hes been married to that parasite.

He says nothing as he stands in the doorway of the restroom, eyes protectively watching over his daughter and you. Someone so kind and gentle, nurturing and loving. To think he let his daughter be starved of this, to be scarred for so long.

He won’t let this mistake go on any longer.

But papers and money won’t get rid of the disease that is his wife. She’ll go down fighting and might even take the person he adores the most away, leaving him torn apart.

The plan can be made later on when he’s in bed. For now, he thinks, he’ll help wash up his daughter so you all can get back to dinner and story time. “See princess? Nothing bad at all. All cleaned up and ready for more special pancakes!”.

“Silly pancakes” you both correct, you with a knowing smile that he pronounced it wrong on purpose. He gives a shrug, barley hiding his grin “nah, pretty sure I heard you the first time. Special pancakes with princess sprinkles”.

His daughter giggles and hugs his leg, looking up at him “you’re so silly daddy”. He bends down to pick her up, carrying her with one arm as he looks at your smile.

This feels so right. So warm and welcoming. It hurts him to know that you aren’t tied to him- to THIS. You’ll have to leave the house soon, go to your own home where you’re own life is. God, he wants to just keep you here and never let you go! You’re such a bright beacon of light in what this nightmare has become!

While you chat with his daughter at the table, he can’t help but let his eyes admire your fingers. They have no ring, and his wedding band would look perfect on you. Making a statement that you belonged to him. That he loved you and wouldn’t break that sanctity for anything in the world.

He can’t wait to tear the ring off of his soon to be missing wife. He’ll have to sneak your ring size off of you somehow, but the wait will be worth it. This time, he knows he’s doing the right thing.

And he won’t let someone as good as you leave him.

-Mommabean (please tell me what you think! ❤️)

#yandere single dads #yandere single parent #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #please tell me what you think #I loved this!

[lyszyx]

Platonic Date

୨ . . . . 𝘈 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 . . . . ୧

˗ˏˋ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.7𝘬 ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 ˎˊ˗

You had known Heeseung for a few months now, after your best friend Jungwon had introduced him to you. Jungwon always loved the idea of his best friends getting along with you since you were an important person to him, in a platonic way. His best friend group consisted of Jake, Sunghoon, Jay and Heeseung, the latter one being the oldest.

Apart from your best friend Jungwon you didn’t have many people you liked to see often. Sure, Yujin here and there but apart from her that’s it. Mentioning ‘liked’ because there were also other people you had to see, just not with much enjoyment. These people were your father’s colleagues their sons and daughters, which your father forced you to like. You always agreed to meeting them to make sure your dad’s connections don’t fall apart.

You did not click with these people at all, in fact you somewhat despised them. They always threw obvious glares at you and after that acted like you were their favourite person roaming earth when in fact they disliked seeing you as much as you did. Your dad was the lowest position among all of your parents, which made them believe that looking down on you was the way to go. They did well at looking down on you, making you walk out at the end of the night with a heavy heart, doubting yourself and your abilities along with those of your father.

It was another of those meet-ups but this one was a little different, challenging. All these years all of them had brought dates to the meet-ups, you never bringing one because who would you bring? But this year they asked you, well practically demanded you, to bring a date.

“Wonie please save me from this hellish dinner that I have in two days.” you whined and cried, “I mean how the hell am I even supposed to find a date in two days?!” Jungwon chuckled, “Don’t act like you haven’t known about the date thing for a while, y/n. Just ask one of the guys, no? I mean Heeseung’s a good looking dude, they’d be drooling all over him the entire night but he’ll be right next to you. Great way to get back at them.” He gave you his oh-so-amazing idea, your face immediately lighting up at the thought of them drooling over your date. Although you loved this idea, since Heeseung is one good looking man, worries washed over you. “Won’t Heeseung think this is weird? What if he thinks I’m just using him?” You explained your worries to Jungwon, him immediately shaking his head. “I know Heeseung and so do you, he’d be more than down to help you.” He reassures you. You nod at Jungwon, “Thanks wonie, I’ll go now. I’ll give someone a call.” You smile at your best friend as you headed towards his front door, opening it and leaving to go home.

-

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” Heeseung picked up the call basically immediately, not leaving you waiting. “Hey Heeseung! I um-“ you stutter. “I wanted to ask you for a favour.” You managed to finish your sentence somehow. Heeseung hums in response, “How can I help?” he asks you carefully. “Well you see, this is something very annoying to ask but Jungwon kinda convinced me to do it.” You hesitate continuing to explain the situation but realise that you’d rather ask this than go through hell if you show up without a date. “I have this annual thing with my dad’s colleagues their sons and daughters and I’m kind of forced to bring a date. These people are actually really annoying and kinda horrible and honestly I wouldn’t want to take you there, I’m just really desperate. I don’t want to humiliate myself showing up without someone once again, y’know? It’s been like this every year.” You catch your breath, “So I was wondering if you would want to come as my platonic date.”

“Sure” His answer was short and easy but clear “One thing though,” and it was too good to true. “I’ll go if I can take you on an actual date sometime.” Heeseung blurted out, this was past your expectation of what he could’ve possibly said. “Huh?” You audible questioned what had just been said. “I think you heard what I said, y/n.” He said shyly, from the way he sounded you knew he was smiling brightly. “Um, yeah. We can make that work,” you hesitated on saying what you want to say next “But why?” you questioned. “Why what? Why I want to go on a date with you?” He replied and you nodded, even though he can’t see you. “Because I think you’re pretty, inside and out. So I’d like to get to know you on a more personal level.” He continued, as if he knew you were nodding. What he said left you baffled, Heeseung had an eye on you and you never noticed.

“Deal.” You reply to his confession. “We need to be there at 7pm this saturday. Dress code is formal but you know, the young adult type of formal. Dress shirt with jeans, tie is optional.” you explained, going too much in detail and blabbering out of disbelief of what Heeseung had just told you. “I’ll come to yours at 6:30, is that fine?” He asked. You nodded again, this time also replying to him “Yes, that’s good. It’ll be dinner so make sure you have an empty belly.”. “Alright, see you then y/n.” You exchanged your goodbyes and with that you ended the call.

-

Your doorbell rang through your apartment sending shivers down your spine knowing who was at your door. You were wearing your dark blue silk dress, make-up half finished as you ran towards the front door. You swing the door open, revealing the tall male wearing a white dress shirt with black jeans, as told. “Hi” You shyly say as you open the door more, inviting Heeseung in. “Hey y/n, you look stunning.” You gave him a little twirl as you smiled at him. “Thank you so much, I got this dress last week! Jungwon helped me pick the color!” You told him excitedly. “Jungwon has good taste, as we’ve been knew.” Heeseung laughed as he said that, trying not to look awkward.

“I still have to finish my make-up, if you wanna join me in the bathroom.” you invited him along as you make your way towards the bathroom. “It already look good though?” he questioned as he examined your face. “I’m missing lashes and eyeliner.” You help him out as he seemed to struggle figuring out what you hadn’t finished yet. He muttered out a small ‘ah’ as he walked into the bathroom with you. You took out the small stool you were previously sitting on, placing it next to Heeseung and allowing him to sit down. “Weren’t you using that?” He asked you with a confused face. You nodded at him, “I need to be closer to the mirror for this, so it’s best if I stand up now.” You explained to him. You noticed he still hasn’t sat down, “Please Heeseung, I insist.” You pout your bottom lip, causing the male to sit down immediately.

As time ticked by, your realised it was time to go. “I dread this.” You looked at Heeseung, sad and worried expression on your face. “If anything’s wrong, you tap my hand and I’ll tell them I don’t feel well and that we’ll go home. Okay?” You smiled gratefully at him, thanking Jungwon in your head for giving you the idea of asking Heeseung along. The drive towards the restaurant didn’t take long, around 7 minutes. As your arrived Heeseung noticed some of the cars parked in front of it, “Are these those guys’ cars by any chance?” He questions. “There’s a huge chance, yes.” Heeseung gave you an impressed look, getting ready to open his door and leave the car before you stopped him. He turned his head to look at you. “Look, these people are the absolute worst. Please let me know as soon as you want to leave, okay?” you told him, to which he nodded, “I tap your hand, you tap mine.”

“Y/nie! So nice to see you again sweetheart! Who’s this fine gentleman you brought along?” There was Karina, the one who loved picking on you and encouraging the others to do so as well. “This is Heeseung, he’s my-“ “Boyfriend” Heeseung finished. You tried hiding your face of disbelief, being sure that you were not hiding it well. “Oh my god? You didn’t tell you had a boyfriend?” Karina says in the most mocking voice possible. “Since when do you bag fine men?” She added. Heeseung’s hand that was positioned on your waist tightened, obvious discomfort and anger in his body language. As more people walked into the restaurant, Karina left the two of you. “You just let them walk over you like that?” Heeseung questions you. “I have to, for my dad.” You reply to him. Heeseung turned his head around, ruffling his hair a little. “I won’t be able to stay here for long if it’s like this all night, y/n.” He confesses to you and you appreciate his honesty. “That’s okay, just tap my hand.” Heeseung nods at your reply.

As dinner progresses, comments got worse and worse. ‘Did you pay him to come?’ ‘Is he your cousin?’ and many more. So many that Heeseung felt like giving up. He tried his best to stay the entire night to please you, so you wouldn’t disappoint your dad but these he was tired of seeing you get walked over. So he taps your hand, it’s light so you weren’t sure it was on purpose. You turn your head to look at him as he looks back at you, tapping your hand once again, clear this time. You nod at him, giving him the go, “Hey, I’m so sorry for cutting off your conversation but I’m actually not feeling too well and I think it’s best y/n and I head home.” He starts off. “See you again next time, everyone.” And with that he stands up, one hand grabbing yours, the other your purse. Heeseung didn’t even give the others time to respond, he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

At last the two of you made it outside. “I’m so sorry Heeseung…” You were staring at your feet on the ground. “But thank you for putting yourself through this to do me a pleasure. I appreciate that, a lot.” Heeseung seemed to have calmed down at your words, forgetting about the previous two hours as if it never even happened. His hand found its way on top of your head, caressing your hair as a way of showing comfort. “It’s okay.” he whispered. His hand fell for from your head to your shoulder, squishing the skin and pulling you a little closer into a side hug. “I have an idea.” he suddenly says, causing your head to pop up. “How about we park the car at your apartment and get some drinks, talk and get to know each other better?” He suggests, immediately earning a bright smile from you. “That would be very nice mr. Lee” You chuckle.

Both of you were now walking to the nearest convenience store, a CU being 7 minutes away from your apartment. “I still have some soju at home but that’s it.” you tell Heeseung. “Let’s get some beer then.” Heeseung says as he smiles at you as he holds the door of the store open for you. You mouth a ‘thank you’ as you walk in. Heeseung heads straight towards the alcoholic drinks, taking some, as you look at the snacks.

You both found some things, Heeseung had the drinks and you had the snacks. As the cashier was scanning you were taking out your card but before you knew it Heeseung had paid. You sulk, “We’re going to my place, I should provide!” Heeseung just chuckles it off as he grabs the two bags from the cashier, saying thank you and goodbye before he walks off. You stay there for a bit, sulking at Heeseung back as you watch him walk away, before following after him. “Not fair ya know?” You mutter as you were now stood beside the male. “It was my idea, it’s only logical that I pay, y/n.” he defends himself with an ear to ear smile on his face, a smile you can’t be annoyed with.

It was now well into the evening, both of you being a little drunk. The more drinks you had, the more tension started building up. Sexual tension that is, coming from both Heeseung and you. You previously played some drinking games, asking each other questions. As time passed, questions got more personal and sensual. “Wanna get more comfortable in the couch?” You proposed to him, him immediately agreeing. You stumble towards the couch, Heeseung tagging along. He sneakily finds your hand, as a way to ‘support you stumbling’. Good thing you were drunk, your face was already red so he couldn’t notice the blush spreading on your cheeks.

Heeseung had the entire couch yet chose to sit right next to you, leaving your heart pounding. You were sat in silence, taking each others faces in and smiling like a bunch of idiots. “Can I lay my head on your lap?” you ask him shyly. “No” his reply is stern, leaving you confused. “I mean, it’s just…” he was stuttering, not knowing what to say or how to explain his current situation. Fact is, you knew his current situation, having noticed the bulge in his pants as soon as you stood up to go to the couch. You just wanted to tease him a bit. You change your sitting position, now slagging to the side looking at the male sat beside you. “It’s okay, I understand.” you smile sheepishly at him.

It doesn’t take much longer before your hands found their way on his cheeks, pulling him closer to attach your lips to his. Though the tension was strong, the kiss was very soft and innocent. It was more a way of showing liking rather than initiating something sexual. The kiss lasted around 3 seconds. After you pulled away Heeseung’s eyes were still closed, as if anticipating another kiss, so you comply. This kiss was deeper, less innocent than the previous one. You knew after this kiss there was no turning back, you wouldn’t be able to get enough of him from now on. That way a make out session started, sloppy and messy kisses being exchanged. It didn’t take much longer before Heeseung latched his hand around your knee, pulling your leg over him so you were straddling him, making you feel his hardened member. “Just for me?” You tease. “Mhm, just for you.” he replies, leaving you thirsting for all of him. Everything and all of him.

Even though you were drunk, you were still aware of what was happening. Because of that panic shot through your head, thinking this might be stupid since you’re drunk. “Hee-Heeseung” you tried whispering in between kissed. He hummed in response, pulling away and allowing you to talk. “Let’s leave this for another time, when we’re both sober?” You weren’t sure if you just asked a question or made a statement but you were sure that going on would be stupid, since this could possibly ruin your friendship. “Oh my god, yes. I’m so sorry y/n I-“ You cut him off immediately with a small peck, “Heeseung, I loved this don’t get me wrong. I just want us to be fully aware of what we’re doing. Hence why I think it’s best to wait…” you trailed off, scared you sounded dumb or afraid. Heeseung nodded his head vigorously, clearly agreeing with what you were saying. “Maybe it’s best I go home, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself right now.” He suggested, you immediately jumping up “No! You’re not driving in this state Hee. Just, spend the night here. I’ll take the couch ‘kay?” You started walking towards the blankets piled up next to the sofa when Heeseung started talking. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch. I’ll be fine here y/n, just slee comfortably in your bed.” You didn’t feel like bickering or denying his offer so just complied, nodding your head. And like that the night had come to an end

note: i disappeared for a while and i’ll probably do it again but hope you enjoyed this!!! definitely more parts coming up so stay tuned <3

#lee heeseung #heeseung #fanfic #enhypen #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung fic #lee heeseung fic #lee heeseung smut

[madameminor]

A Hunter Perspective - another unintentional essay

I guess ima put this out there, just for myself.

I'm fully on Hunter's side.

Don't get me wrong, I am madly in love with Crosshair, madly, passionately. I'll pick smut with him over Hunter any day. I see his faults and love him for them even as they drive him further into misery and darkness.

I also will fight fiercely that Hunter has done/is doing all he can to protect his family. And truthfully, I don't think he's made any mistakes.

"But he left crosshair behind in episode 1!" Crosshair was trying to kill him and his squad, and he had no idea why. He thought his brother had betrayed him. I also would have gotten the hell out of there, in massive pain at the betrayal, wondering what the hell was happening. I have also been someone with access to money and supplies - who has then suddenly not had any money or supplies and had to take care of my household (and thats just with my cat. Three brothers and a kid? Nuh uh). Then I find out he's being mind controlled - how the fuck am i supposed to fix that? And again, with no resources or money? Now guilt is eating me alive, but I can't do anything about it, I have no idea what to do. THEN I find out there is a way - and Wrecker might be going the way of Crosshair? Fuckin yes I'm going to go get that shit out of all of them and myself. Oh, and then the mind controlled one comes and tries to kill us again, and the ONE. THING. that I know that can save his ass and keep him from killing us is destroyed in the process. Like, I no longer have access to it. Great. So NOW what do I do?

"They pointed their guns at Crosshair when he was going to save Omega!" Uuuuh, yeah. He just admitted that his chip had been REMOVED. They didn't know when and if he'd TRIED TO KILL THEM after it was removed. He also shows open hostility to Omega. I'd be jumpy, too. Even Tech, the SMART ONE, who just explained his perspective, had his gun out. So it wasn't that far fetched. Is that their fault, OR HIS? Natural consequences, bro.

"They abandoned Crosshair on that platform in Kamino!" Dude, they gave him chance after chance, saying "come with us." Sure, maybe they didn't trust him fully, but after that whole episode, they trusted him enough to let him back on their ship. And he. said. no. In a way, he said "fuck you, no". And since he's still showing loyalty to the empire, how do they know that if they knock him out and drag him along, he isn't going to somehow contact the Empire and get them all captured or something?

"He didn't immediately go get Crosshair!/ He didn't listen to Crosshair and stay in hiding!" Aye caramba, this guy just can't win. First premise, again, traps laid, betrayal happened, how does he know this isn't a trick? And he's still hurting, with fewer resources, and he just found a HOME for them all. If they fall into a trap, they're also putting Pabu at risk. Second premise, his squad made the choice - and he knows who his squad is. If he put his foot down and said "no, we're not doing this, he's warning us to stay away", THEY WOULD HAVE GONE ANYWAY. He knows his team, his family - they don't follow orders. They would have snuck off without him, and he wouldn't have been able to help.

"He's being mean to Crosshair when Crosshair is hurting!" - Yeah, Ima allow this man to be petty and angry for a second. His brother who betrayed him, turned his back on him twice, blamed it ALL ON HIM instead of taking responsibility for his own actions (which he finally does at the end of this episode), tells him ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about what happened, and just shows up expecting trust again? Actively, fuck you (said to Crosshair in this situation). Even Omega is like "YOU HAVE TO TALK TO THEM." Hunter has never been allowed to be openly hurt and angry. Not once this whole show. And now the one he can be vulnerable with is back, he's feeling his emotions - he's PISSED and HURT and ANGRY. He's tired of being the good one, and all of this guilt and other stuff laid at his feet. And what does he ask? "What did you do to betray someone ELSE? You're not even going to TRY and explain why you're here now? Just going to silently simmer and expect us to be all hunky dory?"

Maybe this is just cause I'm an older sibling, and sober in a 12 step (a community that actively acknowledges hurt, but taking responsibility for the lives you've hurt), and taking care of recovering teens who also whine about how the world is so unfair and never want to take responsibility that their actions are their own. (They all have pain, but thats an explanation, not an excuse. You don't get to call someone by their dead name and gender or spread rumors that another client is a pedophile and then act the victim. No.). But I'm team Hunter. I understand him, and he doesn't deserve half of the hate he gets.

I also understand where Crosshair is coming from. I know his hurt and his fear and his rage and everything. I've been him, too, in my active addiction. But guess what, buckaroo? The only difference between you and a droid is you are in charge of your actions, and you have to live with the consequences. I had to do it. Rex and Cody had to do it. Hunter has been doing it (warranted or not). Now, its your turn.

And this last episode - he started to.

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb season 3 spoilers #I love crosshair #and ima still hold him accountable #tbb hunter

[letmereadinpeace4]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary - Episode 2

Reminders of the theories/interpretations made so far:

Guy and Tew are similar in their social awkwardness and their yearning for social interactions. However, they express it differently with Guy really coming across as awkward while Tew, thanks to his blank face and quietness, coming across as cold and inapproachable. Their different expressions of their social awkwardness leads to them having difficulty communicating.

Wahl and Guy are caught in a relationship that is overly emotionally intense. Their friendship has been build on their desire for connection and this has lead to them not drawing proper boundaries in their relationship, with Wahl feeling comfortable overstepping and Guy, so far, letting him do so. Guy’s unrequited love and his decision to distance himself has lead to a fracture in their relationship that is going to cause some issues.

Now that this is out of the way, let’s focus on the episode:

So we start this episode where we ended it, with Guy passed out from being drunk and clinging to Tew. Tew’s expression and the music make it clear that the physical contact is surprising but not unappreciated. I like how he slowly relaxes into the embrace. The romantic moment is somewhat undercut by the realization that both of their phones must have been ringing/vibrating the entire night!

We go from cute moment in the bedroom to a dramatic gangster scene and WHAT IS THIS OUTFIT!? Shirt with stripes and a red scarf! And this haircut! And these red tinted glasses that I might have worn when I was seven! And leather pants! Who dressed you! The more I look at it the more outrageous it is! Nothing works in this outfit! Nope sorry I know the music is supposed to make him look badass but this outfit just breaks any badass vibes he may have had. Even a knife does not help...

So Tew is a boss in a mafia gang and is having trouble because the random asshole he kicked out of the club happens to be the son of someone important...We will see where this goes but I am already placing bets that Guy will end up involved somehow, probably by getting kidnapped and used as a hostage.

The morning scene is really cute. I like that Guy and Tew are communicating much more naturally. The change is probably due to a mix of the pressure of the date being taken off, the fact that they spent the entire night cuddling and the fact that there is an expected social script for this kind of situation (or if you prefer, a somewhat clearer set of expectations to “succeed” at this social interaction i.e let someone sleep, explain how they got there, make them breakfast etc). This goes with my theory that Tew is more at ease when there is a social script to follow. Tew also confirms his eligibility as boyfriend by cooking a great breakfast for Guy, and Guy confirms his appreciation by letting him take the first bite and offering to wash the dishes. Overall a great moment of connection for both characters even if very little seems to be happening. It is this kind of interactions that slowly easy off the awkwardness and make future conversations easier.

So Guy talked about Wahl in his sleep. I like the random tangent about whales before confirming who Wahl actually is. This feels very real. More to the point, I like that Guy did not beat around the bush and explained things clearly. It is always good to see characters in drama avoid obvious misunderstanding tropes. Tew is not blind and recognizes that Guy has feelings for Wahl (or thinks he does).

Guy sees Tew’s scars and the situation immediately gets tense, which I absolutely get for both sides. Tew understandably does not wish to share about his day job as a gangster and Guy probably has so many questions about how the hell it happened.

So once he is back, Guy meets Wahl who is incredibly worried about where he was. Dramatic and overprotective sure, but somewhat justified by the fact that Guy disappeared all of the sudden without telling where he went and with whom, and did not answer his phone. It is easy to see Wahl as controlling, but if Guy has never done this kind of thing before, it is understandable that he would get worried.

Okay so while I do get that Wahl comes across as overprotective and controlling, he has a great point and his argument is fair. Meeting someone you have never met in real life, without telling anyone, and getting drunk is a recipe for disaster.

This must have been one of the rare time when Tew has been called kind. His smile is really beautiful. He soon gets down from his romantic high by being called for mafia responsibilities.

My theory that Wahl is immature seems to have more weight. His apology to Guy consists of him explaining why he was mad, saying sorry, and goofing around until Guy lets go of the grudge. He does not try to understand why Guy was mad or what line he might have crossed. He engages in this interaction with the mindset of “Please stop being mad” rather than “What made you mad?”. Then he says that he will spend some time with Guy only to backtrack and ask him to adapt to his schedule because his girlfriend asked for some help. To be fair, Wahl is not doing anything wrong per say: Guy is free all day and can meet him when he wants, and helping his girlfriend is what a good boyfriend does. However, he comes across as dismissive. By saying that he wants to spend some time with Guy only to backtrack when he has another engagement, his “kindness” towards Guy is downplayed and can be interpreted as disingenuous.

I will never get over about how glaring the shift from slice of life romantic comedy drama to mafia thriller is. One moment I am analyzing the dysfunctional relationship between two young adults and the next I am thinking about mafia politics.

Nope the outfit is not better! The glasses and the hairstyle still suck, the leather jacket and the red pants are kind of okay but for a teenager trying very hard to look cool, and the necklace plus the purple scarf is just an eyesore.

The old guy (their boss) stabbing (or tazing, it is not very clear) Wish John Lennon comes out of nowhere! I know it was supposed to be cool but it is so random I started laughing. Also way to breed resentment between your employees. Sorry mafia old dude but putting two of your members (they both seem to be pretty high rank) one against the other is only going to lead to trouble in the future.

So Wish John Lennon either killed someone or had sex with someone who is sleeping and rather than going to a doctor or to a pharmacy, he decides to treat his wound himself by pouring alcohol on it and licking his wound. Then he makes a dramatic threat against Tew for….getting him into trouble, even though apparently he didn’t even have to get involved in the first place and could have just stepped back and let Tew take the fall? I am sorry he just tries to hard to be a badass bad guy but his personality is so flat that I cannot get invested in him (I did not even catch his name…).

Tew seems to have his subordinates and employee's respect and I love that. Between Yuri who introduced him to gaming and gave him her profile to his driver/subordinate who worries about whether his apology to chief Sun went well, his people seem to care for him and respect him and it is really good to see.

Wahl again shows his lack of consideration. He invites Guy over when his girlfriend is here, apparently unaware that this makes Guy the third wheel, and ignores him in favor of bantering cutely with his girlfriend. Then he gets upset when Guy focuses on his phone.

I also have a feeling that Wahl simply does not get online relationship, probably because he did not engage in them. Furthermore, as he has mentioned in the last episode, his social circle tends to be Guy’s social circle. He sees Guy’s online friends as people he does not have access to and that, in some way, take Guy away from him. If we assume that Guy started gaming after Wahl got into a relationship, then it is reasonable to assume that Wahl may think that Guy distancing himself is because he found new friends online.

I am impressed by how easier it is for Tew and Guy to communicate by message. They banter easily, Guy plays cute while Tew plays hard to get and there us a teasing aspect to their interactions. It is almost jarring to see how different their interactions are between when they meet in the real world and when they talk online. I also love how clearly they enjoy talking to each other. Seriously they always smile when talking to each other. It is lovely to see.

I love the introduction of each member of the group. They manage to immediately introduce us to each character and their overall personality. Their banter is really fun. Also P’Insomnia is a mood.

I also really enjoy that they did not make the gamer characters into stereotypes. Usually, at least in the West, gamers are typically portrayed as socially maladjusted men dwelling in their mothers’ basement. It is really good to see different types of gamers and for them to have a positive portrayal.

The way Guy describes Tew is really sweet, not only because it shows that he is smitten with him but also because it shows that Guy has a much better understanding of who Tew is. It came much faster than I thought it would but I really like it.

I love Guy’s introduction of the member of the group to Tew. This is also a typical thing that happens with two introverts. When there is a social situation where one is more at ease than the other and suddenly it’s like their awkwardness is gone and they manage the social interaction perfectly. I call it the “My desire to be a good friend trumps my social awkwardness”.

They make it really obvious that they are into each other! I cannot imagine how awkward it is for everyone!

P’Insomnia is great! I really love her banter with Tom/Doctor Strange and her trying to restrain Muffin’s flirting. I also love how she feels confident enough in herself to only drink water when everyone else is drinking beer (especially since she came by bike).

Meanwhile, Guy joins the drinking even though he knows he does not have a good tolerance. It’s probably due to him wanting to do things like everyone else and join the drinking, but still, it is a bad idea. I wonder if this will stay as a running gag about him or if it will have more serious repercussions later. I do not have any preference as of now.

So Guy inevitably gets drunk and Tew gets him to the bathroom to take care of him. We have a speedrun of two romantic tropes in the space of two minutes with Tew catching Guy when he falls and then wiping his face. Tew seems to be taking his role as a caretaker in stride and I find it really sweet. I also find it interesting that he seems to be at ease in this role, aside from some mild exasperation at the beginning. So far, we do not know what his family background is but I wonder if he has already been placed in this position before.

As Guy and Tew exit the park, they meet Wahl, who has looked at Guy’s phone and discussion with “Yuri” and followed them. This is the one point where Wahl goes from being a protective friend who can be immature and inconsiderate to a friend who is crossing some serious boundaries. Him following Guy at the meeting, demanding to know why Guy is so drunk, pulling him towards him and accusing Tew of getting him drunk is more in line with how an over-controlling partner acts than how a proper friend acts, especially since he knows (again, when he looked at Guy’s phone conversation) that the meeting was planned. His previous overstepping could be explained by him being protective and perhaps being worried and afraid at the growing distance between him and Guy, but now he has no excuse for this behavior.

Wahl and Tew are staring at each other like predators defending their territory. Sorry Wahl, but I think Tew can overpower you any day, perhaps with only one hand.

Final Thoughts:

This was a good second episode, that serves as a good follow up to episode one. We got introduced to each members of the guild and they all seem like fun people with interesting personalities. I look forward to seeing more of them and I hope they can all maintain their friendship.

Guy and Tew grew closer faster than I expected, which is really good. There is still a difference between their communication online and their communication in real life, but from the pace at which their relationship seems to be advancing I have a feeling that they are merely going through an adjustment period. An element from their interactions online that I have noticed is their dynamic : Guy often plays cute to get what he wants and initiates the conversations while Tew plays hard to get with short answers and rebuttals, but indulges Guy at every turn. They also seem comfortable teasing each other. The reason I find it interesting is because, well frankly it is really cute, and second because it does not really translate to their interactions in the real world yet. If we assume that talking online is easier and more natural for them both, this implies that as they grow closer and more comfortable, this might be their future dynamic. I look forward to watching it happen.

A thing that I really enjoy is how the actors show how much Guy and Tew enjoy being with one another and talking to one another. When they are chatting online, they have huge smiles on their faces and are barely paying attention to what is happening around them. When they meet each other, they are constantly looking at one another and paying attention to one another. This might seem like a minor element, but it is this kind of things that makes a relationship convincing to me.

The mafia stuff, so far, seems completely separated from the rest of the plot, to the point that I honestly find it a little jarring. I have not been able to get a good reading on Wish John Lennon yet (What does he want? What is his deal with Tew? Why does he look like he chose his clothes randomly?) and a lot of things regarding Tew’s position and involvement are quite blurry to me. We know that he ranks quite high, but we don’t know why and what is his relationship with his boss. I hope we get to see more of it in future episodes, because so far this part of the show has not really impressed me.

And finally, the Wahl Situation. I will be honest, I do not want to hate Wahl. I think characters in his position often end up unjustly maligned both in-show and in the fandom and I really want to give him the benefit of the doubt. In this commentary, it might seem as though I am defending him, but what I really want to do is explain why he might react this way. Because in the end, he is a somewhat immature nineteen year old (at least) who is watching his friend slowly distance himself from his and might not even know why.

That having been said, this episode showed him cross the line between concerned and a little possessive friend to friend who is being inconsiderate and overbearing. I have said in the commentary that he comes across as an over-controlling partner. However in hindsight he actually reacts more like an overprotective parent or elder sibling, with the actions of looking at Guy’s phone, scolding him for his recklessness and being aggressive to people he perceives as a threat. Scolding your friend when they do something reckless is a good thing. Worrying about their safety is also a very good thing. But assuming a position of control and/or supervision without their consent or appreciation is crossing the line. In future episodes, I look forward to seeing two things regarding Wahl : first, how Guy reacts to Wahl’s presence at the park and his actions towards Tew, and second, what exactly is Wahl feeling for Guy and what is his impression of their relationship so far.

So that’s it for episode 2. This commentary ended up way too long and I probably overthink about some things, but I enjoyed writing it. I really look forward to watching the next episode in *check mydramalist* 5 days.

#my dear gangster oppa #thai bl #letmerantinpeace

[isaacforalpha14]

Imagine #116 Sam and Dean Winchester

A/N: This part is a bit shorter but it’ll pick up. The next part is gonna have a choice between a Sam route or a Dean route. I hope everyone enjoys! Let me know what you think! 

Dean is in hell; he made it through actual hell, he even made it through purgatory but this was harder. Sam seemed evasive when it pertained to you; he ignored when Dean had questioned your whereabouts, he ignored him when he questioned whether he’d kept in touch with you and he definitely ignored him when he questioned what the pair of you had been up to for the past year. Sam knew there'd been something going on with Dean before he went to purgatory and he held the sneaking suspicion it had to do with you. Man, he had no idea just how right he was. Knowing that not only had Sam been living a normal apple pie life but that he’d been doing so with you killed Dean inside. He’s standing in your living room, a picture of you and Sam kissing at a Farmer’s Market clutched within his hand and his chest is aching. He’s never held anything but love for his brother but in this moment he felt envy and hatred. He hated how happy the two of you looked in the photos on the fireplace mantle. It was supposed to be him.

Sam asked him to wait on the porch while he went inside to explain the situation to you. Wouldn’t you be happy to see him? Why does Sam need to break it to you? He wanted to protest and follow him in but his brother sent him a pitiful expression, his signature puppy eyes, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath and relent. “I am home.” Sam’s muffled statement caused Dean’s brow to furrow in confusion, did he live with you? The more time he spent sitting on the porch, the more questions he seemed to have. 

“Hi honey.” Sam purrs in an affectionate coo, the living room was in complete darkness albeit for the warm glow of the movie playing on the television dancing across your softened features. He can see the tired expression on your face and he feels guilty that he’s about to destroy your serenity. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Maybe he could tell you tomorrow and Dean can sleep in the guest room? “Why don’t you head to bed, baby.” He suggested turning the hallway light on before re-entering the living room. “We can watch the rest of the movies tomorrow.” He can’t quite make out what your muffled protest is as you’d completely sunken into your blankets instead, he opts to remove you from the couch and carry you to bed. He takes his time; covering you up on your side of the bed, placing an affectionate kiss to your temple as you release a sleepy sigh and a mumbled ‘i love you’ before he exits the room to go retrieve Dean from the porch and show him to the guest bedroom. Maybe it was selfish, but Sam wasn’t looking forward to sharing you again; not with hunting or with Dean.

Now, here Dean is, standing in your living room at three am, since he couldn’t sleep without being awakened by nightmares, staring at the pictures hanging on the walls and lining the fireplace mantle of the pair of you and he hates how angry he feels. The relentless rage and jealousy trickling through his heart and creating a hollow feeling in his abdomen. His chest is aching and he can’t seem to breathe. Is this what heartbreak feels like? He couldn’t fathom this reality; he could deal with hell, demons, angels and the apocalypse but he couldn’t handle the fact he lost you. He couldn’t even really be angry with either of you because he’d never been honest about his true feelings for you. Now, he’d be destined to watch his brother being with the love of his life. How is he meant to do that? Can he do that?

Morning was interesting to say the least; you’d sprayed Dean with the faucet sprayer, the boiler had been blessed by a priest upon moving in, you’d stabbed him with a knife from your butcher’s block and just as you went to splash him with bleach, Sam entered the kitchen clad in nothing but a towel around his waist and stopped you before you threw it in his eyes. After Sam got dressed, and you finished buttoning Sam’s maroon plaid shirt that you were wearing, he decided to make breakfast for everyone as Dean filled you in on his year. It was horrifying to find out that Dean was locked up in purgatory with monsters, the constant fight for his life must have done a number on him emotionally and mentally.

“I hear congratulations are in order.” Dean muses, a hint of bitterness in his voice that he can’t shake as he takes a sip of his coffee. “You and Sammy, huh?” A sour lilt to his tone as he stabs at his eggs a little aggressively.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You answer as a warm blush creeps up your neck and settles on your cheeks. Sam leans over and presses an affectionate kiss to your cheek before blowing on his coffee and taking a drink. “A year now.”

“That’s great.” He responds with a sarcastic smile, slamming his utensils down and drinking the remaining coffee in his mug. He throws the dishes in the sink and leaves the kitchen.

“He’s a little upset with us for giving up hunting.” Sam tries to justify the outburst, but he has a nagging feeling that there’s more to it than that. Dishes clattering in the sink interrupt the silence before he continues. “He thinks we gave up on him.” That had been the beginning of an awkward fight with Sam. Dean hadn’t meant to eavesdrop but the house was small, there was nowhere he could disappear to that he wouldn’t be able to hear the aggressive whispering turned to yelling. He could hear everything; the hurt in his brother’s voice, the apologies from your trembling mouth, but it was when he caught the hint of a sniffle that his heart ached. He just knew in his soul that you were crying and it tore him apart. He’s drinking his beer, digging in the shoebox of credit cards, driver’s licenses, badges and cell phones, when Sam emerges from the kitchen and a distant door slams shut.

“You’re being unfair.” Dean’s hoarse voice cautions, dialing the voicemail on a burner as he attempts to distract himself from his thoughts of you; crying in your room, warm tears rolling down your delicate flushed cheeks, nose rose hued from sniffling, the mental image was enough to make him itch.  

“Butt out, Dean.” Sam growls, thrusting himself into the floral print armchair across from the fireplace.

“I am just saying, you’re being too hard on her.”

“Dean.” Sam groans sitting straight, he releases a guilt ridden sigh, trembling hand running through his chestnut hair before he continues. “I was too harsh but it’s only because I don’t want to lose her.” He gnaws on his lower lip, sending a brief glance toward the hallway before continuing. “I am afraid of losing her. I am afraid that if we continued hunting she’d get seriously hurt or… look at what happens to people around us, Dean. We’ve lost so many people. I couldn’t handle that… not with her.” He hesitates, wondering if he should tell his brother of his revelation. “I want to ask her to marry me.”

“You, say what now?” Dean questions, blood freezing as he feels his throat go dry. 

“I want to marry her.” Sam confesses with a vulnerable expression before he leans forward and mumbles. “I’ve always loved her, since we were kids, but I never thought she’d feel the same way about me. I was happy being friends with her just to have her in my life but now, this last year, I’ve had something that I’ve never had. A normal life; and now that I’ve shared that with her, there’s nothing in this life that I want more than to spend the rest of it with her. Hunting or not hunting.”

“Listen, Sammy, we don’t have the luxury of having relationships like that.” Dean murmurs, he’s uncertain whether he’s saying it to be selfish, because he wants you to himself, or whether he truly believes it. The Winchesters are cursed in love. “This business is dangerous.”

“I know that, Dean.” Sam huffs, he’s offended by the insinuation that he’s not aware of the dangers of the lifestyle. It’s part of the reason he never wanted to be a hunter; you can’t have a normal life, a family, while living on the road with stolen credit cards, cheap motels and gas station food. “But Y/N grew up in the ‘life’ too. If anyone can understand that it’s her. Bobby gave us as normal of a life as he could, he did the same for her, maybe we could do the same.” 

“This is a dangerous game, Sam.” Dean warns, heart hammering against his ribcage as he stands and begins to pace with the burner in his palm. “Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.” 

“Don’t quote Shawshank Redemption to me, Dean.” Sam sighs, sending an incredulous look at his brother before voicing his concern. “You think it’s a bad idea.”

“Hell yeah, I do.” Dean agrees, halting near the fireplace before meeting his brother’s hazel eyes and feeling a sense of guilt swell in his chest. “Look, just think it through, okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think it through.” Sam agrees, feeling an odd sense of tension in the atmosphere before he gestures to the burner in Dean’s hand to change the subject. Dean plays the voicemails, all from Kevin, before there’s another argument about how Kevin was their responsibility. 

#sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader x dean #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #supernatural imagines #supernatural imagine #sam winchester x reader x dean winchester

[furiousgoldfish]

So having the experience of being abused, I used to have no idea what it takes to deal with actual children, and I never plan to have a child of my own, so I figured I wouldn't exactly get a chance to learn. However, this year I happened to have an underage roommate, someone who was supposed to live in a pupil's home but their parents were too late to arrange it, and the minor lost the spot. So they just stuck the kid in an apartment with complete strangers. Left them there, for most of the week. I have no respect for the parents. Hanging out with the kid, I found out they were neglectful, unfair, and heavily overworking the child, which only disgusted me further. So, I did the only thing that came natural, jumped into the role of replacement parent/weird overly-caring roommate.

At first it was great because the kid was happy to watch disney and ghibli movies with me, never having seen any of them before, but, there's one thing: I have no authority over children, and children can sense that. It took a while for this kid to properly relax around me, but once they did, and they figured I was basically harmless and non-threatening, things started to change.

I didn't put up any rules for the kid except 'not to stay outside after 10pm because it's dangerous, drunk people and predators run rampant and I didn't want them to get hurt', and this rule started getting broken 6 months in. And I freaked out the first time it happened, I called, demanded their location, rushed over there running, and then walked the kid, and their friend home. We argued the entire way home, then the next day, and the day after that we were both mad, only for the kid to again stay out after 10pm the day after! It was maddening because I was out of my head worried, felt responsible for the life of the kid I couldn't enforce any rules on, because the only way to force them, would be to call their parents, who could bring consequences, but the kid knew I would never, no matter what, call their abusive parents on them, because that is cruel and horrid to me.

So, I figured the only thing I could do was try to make them understand the situation like a human being, and annoy them to hell with it. I checked what were the rules of the home they were supposed to be in, and found out they were massively strict, bedtime was 9pm and if broken, consequences were dire, like no going out for 2 weeks, or even getting expelled. So I explained to them how much freedom they have in comparison to all of their peers, and it seemed to get to them a little, to get the perspective of living without rules. Trying to get them to understand that the city in the night was dangerous, was futile, because the kid felt strongly they could 'beat them all'. The other thing that finally worked was – just being there, outside, with them, if they wanted to stay out past 10pm. So we made a deal they would call me, tell me where they are, and I would come, and safeguard them against the world, until 11pm, or even until midnight, so they could hang out with their friends in the darkness. After a while, it got boring for them, so they quit going out so late, and invested more time in sleeping, which was a huge relief to me.

Another problem that popped up was the kid starting to get extremely angry, bitter, frustrated, enraged, in puberty, and getting into that 'I am unbeatable' mindset, which resulted in a lot of drama, fighting, problems, and an unhinged, irresponsible lifestyle. I didn't mind, since I liked seeing the anger on someone who's been kept down for so long, but the kid also figured they could now lash out at me, since I'm unlikely to retaliate, and that was jarring. Being told to shut up and being yelled at even by a child, doesn't feel good, and I would immediately argue back against it, but ultimately nothing could be done while the child was in a bad mood, I had to wait until they were a bit more collected, then sit them down, and have long, long conversations about what is and isn't acceptable to do to people, regardless of how frustrated one is, and it would generally get better after that. I also explained to them the importance of apologizing, so they apologized to me, and to the other roommate they also lashed out on, they actually wrote an apology letter, which had the roommate melting, since it was so cute.

The kid would sometimes ignore me for a week, and once I would sit down to ask why, and had them have a conversation with me, it turned out they were into a lot of bad shit and they didn't want to deal with it or tell me, and after a bit of insisting, they told me everything, and I was able to offer support and reassurance, and things turned back to normal.

There was a time where the kid was so agitated they attempted to start a fight; they were provoking me, calling me names, trying to get me to get up and fight them, and I realized I didn't like the direction the interaction was taking, so I asked them to stop twice, explained that it's not funny, and they wouldn't. So I figured, okay, it's now my responsibility to de-escalate this. And I shut myself down, and didn't react. After a bit more of taunting and jarring words, they realized they couldn't make me do anything, and they quit. They quieted down too. Then after a bit, asked me 'Are you mad?' and I realized the tone of their voice changed, and they were normal again. So I spoke back 'No, I was just de-escalating the situation, because it's my responsibility as an adult to recognize when things are going bad, and to tone it down before it gets worse.' The kid listened, and said 'Yeah. I don't want to be the person I just was back then.' And that was better than an apology, so I accepted it immediately.

I know I'm listing all of the problems, struggles, frustrations and challenges of living with a child to who you're kind-of, the parent-replacement figure, but the thing is, this is a good kid, and I can see it. I can tell they're trying hard and struggling with focus and their own emotions, I can see they're fighting for their place in the world, for freedom, for their own will to go up against everyone else's, to prove themselves, to make it, to have friendships and relationships despite everything feeling so loud, so jarring and enraging and painful. I want them to have support, I want them to have at least something, even if I can't in reality replace a parent to them, or offer any similar level of love. I know this is temporary, and the kid is taking whatever attention I give them for granted, as they should.

My point, however, is, that I can't believe how easy it is to actually get to an end of a problem, with a child, if you invest some minimal effort and care into it. Recognizing when a child is agitated and needs some time to cool off, that's not an impossible feat. De-escalating aggression in a child who is provoking you, is an easy thing to do! Finding a humane solution with a child that demands what is dangerous and unsafe for them, without understanding it, is possible with little extra care and patience.

I know in my heart that for every problem I listed, abusive parents, including mine, would resort to violence immediately. I know it would end in blood. I would not be forgiven for talking back, for demanding anything, for acting aggressive, for breaking a rule, for being frustrated, for taking anything for granted. It would have been punished in the most severe way, in order to 'teach me a lesson'. And apparently this is 'the only way'. And now I'm on the other end of the problem, and the solutions are endless, and they're so much better than violence! Giving a child a little lee-way and going out of convenience to make sure they're safe, that's not a grand gesture! That is just enough to let the child know you're not dead-set against them, you do not hate them, you are not trying to control them or force their hand, that you're trying to be there for them, and they understand the language of kindness. They understand when they've been given patience and a chance to calm down and apologize, rather than taking advantage of their aggression to inflict punishment on them. They really get when someone is being fair! They understand when you explain them in words and actions that they're being cared for and their wishes are still being respected! They understand if you explain to them the power of apology and they're grateful to be forgiven as well! They have to act up because they need to test their limits in order to be able to develop their personality completely and be aware of what they can and can't do!

It makes me mad that abusive parents present this as an impossible road to take. If I, sick with ptsd, struggling with a dissociative disorder, chronic pain, exhaustion, survival dread and whole mountain of other problems, still can figure out what to do when a child is acting up, there's absolutely no reason two bodily healthy adults couldn't. The kid, of course, doesn't have a clue about my problems because that's not appropriate to share with children, who would immediately feel responsible for helping, which is impossible for them to do. It's so not hard! It's not hard not to overburden children with your struggles! It's easy not to take your own abuse out on someone more vulnerable! It's easy to recognize others as human beings with hearts and emotions! It's easy to offer recognition and reassurance to a struggling child. Children already have it bad enough, and they don't deserve our worst as well.

Don't think for a second that you deserved your parents lashing out at you and punishing you for a moment of frustration, because you didn't deserve that. The truth is, they could have had patience for you. They could have been fair and kind to you. They could have given you the benefit of the doubt, and a second chance. They could have recognized that you're struggling, that you don't know how to process your own emotions yet, that you don't know what is the correct thing to do, that the only thing they taught you was to escalate and act up and provoke, and that it's not your fault you're doing what you've been taught. They could have, and they should have done better.

#children acting up #parenting #abuse alternatives #abusive parents #child abuse #abused child #accidentally taking care of children

[julietcaesar]

Swords and Cups

Chapter 1

“Again? How much longer?..” Captain Ackerman couldn’t stand civilians on the territory of the Survey Corps and now he almost growled as soon as he saw the familiar emerald robe from afar. Its velvet was shimmering in the rays of the setting sun. The robed figure was wandering near the stables, waiting for someone.

Levi had just finished some small business in the city and was already heading to dinner with a light heart. But now the captain was no longer be able to dine with a light heart.

“So you’ve let her come here again... and here I am coming to you again. Mike! Damn you!”

The robed figure was joined by Captain Zacharias. Now the couple of young people standing near the corral with horses were talking about something and taking turns stroking the long bristly muzzle of a horse that had been free from bit.

“Arno, Arno... good boy!” The woman was saying while stroking the stallion in time with her words. The horse was answering her with a satisfied snort.

As soon as they both heard Captain Ackerman's steps, their voices became quieter. This situation had been already repeated more than once or twice, and had become some kind of a ritual. Now Captain Ackerman would walk along the shed, approach the stall with his horse and pretend that he is busy with its bit, tying and adjusting something. And they would be supposed to quiet down and not attract the attention of the strict captain.

“May I?..” The woman whispered to Mike and took out aripe large apple from her bosom.

Zacharias nodded his head affirmatively, and the woman brought the apple to the horse’s mouth.

“Wait! Hold still.” The order cameto the woman from behind causing the apple to fall out of her hands and roll somewhere.

“Explain to me what the hell you both are doing here?”

The woman turned, bent over and tried to catch up with the runaway treat for Arno before Captain Ackerman has gotten to them.

“Gotcha!” She rejoiced finally grabbing an apple and straightening up.

At this very moment two narrowed gray eyes under tilted, frowning eyebrows appeared in front of the woman’s face, that didn’t bode well. Such a sudden appearance of the captain in front of her, as though teleported from the other end of the stable, made the guest shudder and drop the apple to the floor once again.

“You came here to stir up dirt, do I understand correctly? Remove this immediately,” the request of the captain who noticed the apple falling out again sounded more than just convincing.

“But you are standing here!” The woman regained her sense of confidence as soon as she noticed that the unfortunate apple waslying right between the heels of the captain’s boots.

“On the territory of the Survey Corps I stand where I want. It’s you who’s came to the place you weren’t invited to and scattering garbage anywhere,” the captain snapped coldly.

“Levi, everything was fine here, don’t start...” Mike, who had previously remained silent, intervened in the growing tension.

“Whatever you want! What nonsense!” The woman answered irritably raising her palms up as if showing that she was unarmed and didn’twant Levi to suspect her of doing something illegal.

Stretching her neck and without breaking eye contact, the uninvited guest began to leisurely squat down right in front of the captain, without even thinking about taking a step back.

Levi crossed his arms over his chest looking straight down into her sassy green eyes. He didn’t let her off this invisible leash neither when she playfully raised her thin eyebrow nor when she cheekily smiled showing her teeth behind bright pink lips. Even when her face lingered at the level of his groin while she was scrabbled her fingers around the ground trying to find the fallen apple. Even when Levi realized that several fine hairs of disheveled red curls electrified by the robe’s hood were almost touching the fabric of his trousers.

“So you really like to spread shit on the ground by your clothes, yea?” He asked.

Levi was sure that if this red-haired besom had a plan to embarrass him, she would be disappointed by the fact that her sloppiness was the only thing he was impressed by.

The guest quickly finished her business grabbing an apple and jumping to her feet.

“I can be rude too, Captain Ackerman, but I keep my witty jokes to myself,” She replied with a shameless smile.

“Give it here!” Levi took the apple from the woman’s hands.

“It’s rotten, don’t you see?” Levi threw the apple towards Mike, who caught it with one hand and immediately started to examine it from all sides.

Captain Zacharias hadn’t seen even half of what happened in front of him just now: he was behind the guest all this time. However he was very familiar with the smell of Captain Ackerman's irritation.

“AND?” Mike looked at Levidefiantly. “I see absolutely nothing! Oh, is that what you meant?”

Finally, Mike noticed a tiny soft spot on the apple’s side.

“C’mon! I can feel that everything is fine with it.”

Mike defiantly brought the fruit to his nose and loudly inhaled.

“Believe me, Arno has eaten different things…” Mike added and almost managed to bring the apple to the mouth of the unfortunate Arno, who had already caught the sweet smell and was impatiently shifting in the stall, wagging his tail.

“Wait a minute!”

“What the fuck else? Levi!”

“Don't be so rude. There are ladies here after all... Michelle, Rossi, sorry for Mike,” Levi glanced at Arno’s neighbors, who right now were serenely shaking their heads and looking around with huge dark eyes.

“He should wash his mouth with soap.”

If Levi glanced over his shoulder, he would be amazed at how skilled one can be at rolling his eyes. Now the girl’s eyes were just whites, and her mouth mutely opened in amazement at the unimaginable degree of the captain’stact towards the opposite sex.

“At least cut it into smaller pieces, you monsters,” Levi opened his cloak and pulled out a knife from somewhere on his hip.

Ackerman began to deftly cut the apple into two… three pieces...

“Ahem... Sorry! This is still my apple, and actually I am the one who’s brought it here! Can I treat it on my own?” An indignant voice came from behind Levi.

Mike could no longer stand it, and took the cut pieces from Levi, quickly passing them into the hands of the guest.

“Go ahead!”

Zacharias took the woman by the shoulders and pushed her towards Arno, despite the fact that the gloomy Ackerman was still standing there.

“Yay! How ticklish!” The guest started to giggle as soon as the first pieces disappeared from her palm.

“Crunch, crunch!” Mike caressed his stallion behind the ear. “We tortured you, didn’t we? Forgive me...”

Mike began a nice chat with his best friend, who was now crunching on the treat with great appetite.

“You don’t go into town without a knife, as I see…” The woman asked Levi quietly, without turning her gaze in his direction and without hiding the purpose of the question – to provoke Ackerman into rudeness.

“Yes. A habit since childhood,” He answered with no prevarication or hesitation.

“Hrm,” The guest snorted incredulously raising her eyebrow.

***

“Mike, what the hell? I’ve told you - no civilians.”

“Oh, Levi, stop it! It’s just a person who loves animals and doesn’t mind treating them to something she can share. She’s not going to steal horses after all, really,” Mike laughed. “Believe me, I won’t let bad people be near them.”

Mike reflexively took a couple of short breaths, as if he remembered that he must always be on guard.

“That's not the whole issue. It’s simply about discipline and order. And yes, allowing strangers to feed horses is debatable.”

Mike glanced at the gloomy captain.

“Uh, like a noxious old buffer, really!” Mike shook his head.

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#attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #mike zacharias #original female character #captain levi #shingeki no kyojin #aot levi

[btsqualityy]

Shay! Hello! Can we see Miles and his baby mother taking and working out issues to be better parents for Mila? 😊

Miles knocked on the door to Nayeon's apartment, waiting patiently until the door opened to reveal his daughter's mother.

"Miles," Nayeon muttered with an arched brow. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to get Mila until this weekend."

"I know but I wanted us to talk," Miles replied.

"And it couldn't wait until you came to pick up Mila?"

"No," he shook his head and Nayeon sighed heavily before stepping aside.

"Come in then." Miles walked inside, quickly toeing off his shoes and sitting down on the couch.

"Where's Mila?" He wondered.

"With my parents, they picked her up from school to spend time with her," she reported before sitting down on the couch as well, a noticeable distance from her baby daddy. "What's up?"

"Well, I wanted us to talk because the animosity between us is too much," Miles said. "And I feel like it's getting in the way of us raising Mila."

"There's animosity because of you being a dick head and dating other women while I was pregnant!" Nayeon exclaimed. "And there's also when you questioned whether or not Mila was yours."

"I didn't mean that," Miles interjected quickly. "I was just surprised that you were even pregnant and I didn't know how to react."

"So your first reaction is to basically call me a slut?" She scoffed. "Have you ever heard the saying 'a woman never forgets how she was treated during a vulnerable time in her life?'"

"Yeahhh, my hyung actually explained that to me not too long ago," he sighed. "He's the one that said I needed to talk to you."

"You know, that's another thing: why do you always have to be told to do the right thing?" She wondered. "When I was pregnant, the right thing would've been for you to stay by my side and help me. Instead, I leaned on my parents and we barely spoke."

"Every time we spoke, all you did was scream at me and it would turn into a shouting match," Miles reminded her. "I didn't want to cause you stress so I just stayed away."

"You didn't care," Nayeon shot back.

"So that's why you filed for sole custody?" He demanded to know. "Because you assumed that I don't care?"

"Your father and brother had to talk you into even showing up to the hospital when Mila was born! A father that cared wouldn't have to be convinced!"

"Ok, I'm sorry," Miles replied. "I'm sorry for the way that I reacted when I found out that you were pregnant. I'm sorry for not staying with you during your pregnancy and making sure that you were alright while you carried my child. That was the least I could've done. And I'm so sorry that I was late getting to the hospital when she was born and almost missed it. Truth is, I didn't know if you were gonna let me be there and I was terrified of showing up and you turning me away. If you had, it would've broken my heart."

"Really?"

"Really," he nodded emphatically. "Nay, in spite of how I acted during your pregnancy, I loved you. Hell, I still do because without you, I wouldn't have Mila and she's the best thing that's ever happened in my life."

"Mines too," Nayeon smiled softly. "You know, it's hard for me sometimes because I hate how you handled the situation but then I look at Mila, who's just like you, and all I can feel is happiness because you gave me her."

"Nay, I'm not just saying all this because my hyung said I should talk to you," he began. "I know that there won't be us again which is honestly probably for the best but I do want us to be able to coparent effectively for Mila. She's the innocent one in all of this."

"You're right and I don't like fighting with you, Miles," she nodded.

"So you'll drop the sole custody petition?" He wondered hopefully.

"Yes but after we talk more about what us raising her together will look like," Nayeon said. "I want to be sure that you're serious about this."

"I am!" Miles nodded happily. "I swear, you'll see."

#drabble day 3 #btsqualityy drabbles 2

[mysticbewitched]

How to manifest my physical changes without putting much effort please, im sick of slow subliminal results

I just want subliminal results, like others, but I still don't see the case, every time I listen to a week or 21 days as explained in the description in each youtube video, I don't see changes in my results, I tries to be patient/remove my obsession, i've used many resources to supposedly get subliminal results, I've read the solar subs guide, visualized, making own subs (1 or 2 subs) thinking to be positive, act like already get results, using boosters,flushes blockage removers, using loa techniques and researching more about subconscious and it has no effect on me, its like I am immune to subliminal audios for physical changes, or I don't have enough self-concept to be able to manifest what I want, tell me what I can do?,

Also they say that law of Asuncion neville Goddard and his gurus are very good(Like Sammy Ingram) , but who knows if it works every moment because when I use old subliminals for 3 months, I haven't noticed a change in my face body or even D₹ck", I currently use male beauty audios like fk subs viper kottie moza morph cherry subs curio Daniel m.f but who knows if they works, because I have honestly lost a lot of faith in my progress, And I don't want to do an ancestral religious ritual to have those simple changes, I hope someone else can answer me, because i'm fucking tired of repeating the same sh&t, I don't want to be slow results and believe in the subliminals and period

Oh man, there's a whole hell of a lot to unpack here.

You're doing way too much, my friend, and I'm not surprised to hear that you're very frustrated. You're stressing yourself out and looking for the next "shiny object" in order to obtain a certain desire of yours.

You are approaching all of this the wrong way, and you are facing away from your manifestation by doing all of this stressful physical effort. This is not supposed to be a chore. This is supposed to be a fun and beautiful, freeing journey of self-realization and self-empowerment. You are not supposed to work yourself to the bone here.

I have a whole lot of advice for you to help you out in your situation. I advise you to listen to my advice if you want to exit this vicious cycle of frustration.

1. Stop listening to subliminals from other creators on Youtube. It's not a safe idea, first of all, above all things because you have no idea what affirmations are actually being sent to your subconscious mind, and creating your own subliminals are so much more effective. I speak this from experience because I was in your same shoes ages ago. That all changed when I started to create my own subliminals.

2. Change your mindset about manifestation and your abilities to manifest by simply creating your own subliminal and sticking to it for a good while. Be loyal and consistent with listening to it every day. You should see awesome results from solely relying on listening to your own subliminals for results. It takes some serious patience and dedication to take the time to change your mindset through the use of subliminals. { Check out my guide on creating your own subliminals in my masterlist. }

3. For the love of God, please *do not listen* to Sammy Ingram. I respect and admire her confident mindset when it comes to her manifesting abilities, but she does not truly understand the law of consciousness and how manifestation actually works on autopilot. She experiences results in her reality because of her mindset, not the mindless affirming of affirmations. She believes that affirming like a damn parrot for 8 hours straight is the way to go, and it's not. That's just ridiculous. Manifesting should never feel like a chore. Feel free to affirm whenever you want to just as a reminder. Not because you feel "you have to."

4. I assure you that the law of consciousness is working perfectly for you because you are currently aware of seriously struggling with subliminal results, and that's what keeps manifesting for you in your reality on an endless loop. You are the creator of your own reality, and you are the power of all creation. You have the power to change this all for you. Again, follow my advice and change your mindset with creating your own subliminals. It is the answer to your prayers.

5. Check out these sources to help deepen your understanding about manifestation and your true self as the operant power: Neville Goddard, Edward Art, Awaken the Godself With Candace Thoth, and Niclas - Upgrade to Life.

6. As for the physical changes you desire, again, create your own subliminal with affirmations for the physical changes you want. Be consistent with it and listen to the subliminal daily.

Best wishes to you and seriously, take my advice. It will be a game-changer for you.

#loassumption #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #law of manifestation

[tobiasdrake]

Okay, let's gather a corroborating account before we blindly trust Aphex, how 'about.

Alright creeper, let's put your stalking skillset to use!

Every moment of your existence without those headphones on must be miserable. I am so torn between being skeeved out about your bold proclamation of being a secret-stealer and sympathetic to the never-ending hell that simply existing day to day must be for you.

I am so, so sorry for every time someone poops in your general vicinity. This is not a joke, I have a friend with synaesthesia who suffers from bathroom noises. I get it. It sucks.

Oh, neat. Yuma's power is being able to piggyback on everyone else's powers. I guess I was right; He is portable!

PFFT, no! She's way more useful than you. Enhanced hearing has all kinds of utilities beyond rote recognition that a person exists nearby.

Up top, ladies!

Assuming truth of the premise that anyone with a Forte must necessarily be a Master Detective, that does mean that Melami, Zange, and Zilch are the only remaining suspects.

I'm not ready to rule out the possibility of an impersonator with a Forte, however. Scenarios could exist such that a person present on this train possesses a Forte. A licensed Master Detective who nonetheless is not supposed to be here, specifically, for example.

Aphex makes an awful lot of assumptions in his assessments of the situation. Assuming without evidence that Yuma's amnesia is related to the impersonator, and then assuming without evidence that the impersonator cannot have a Forte.

In fact, the impersonator being a Master Detective actually seems more likely than not. It would explain where they got their badge and uniform from, as we have only confirmed badges and not letters from everyone present.

We should go around and inspect everyone's letters.

I... don't know if that's true. Zilch is limited to controlling mammals, right? Seems to me like there are five mammals around him that he could possibly control at this moment.

I don't know if that's going to come into play but it's certainly something that I'm going to be paranoid about for the foreseeable future.

Thank you, Zange, for being reasonable about this! I think we're going to get along great. Unless you're fake. Then I'm going to be sad.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[issahanko]

How to erase a bad bad weekend

How to erase a bad bad weekend, a bad memory, a bad experience, a bad conversation…

The memories keep flashing in my mind like a bad taste that keeps coming and going.

So many feelings, so hard to deal with and I feel so stupid not being able to just pass to the next thing. So here I am writing my heavy heart, I’m hoping it can maybe help.

As I start this text, I realize that maybe this could be a funny story, or maybe, my gentle reader will relate to me, and we could cry together.

I was urgently in need of a bit of money. I had just finished another diploma in December, and I found myself looking for an urgent job, it had been one month and a half and nothing.

Maybe because January and February are dead for job hunting… I told myself and everyone else around me to feel better, I have to be patient, I said in a very loud voice, maybe trying to convince myself to be patient, and it was not working…

My friend, which is in a similar situation calls me and says: Urgently! I have to know if you want a job! they pay cash! it’s from Friday to Sunday!

I said yes, of course! I trust her, she’s a hustler… I really need some money right now.

What we have to do in this modern world to have some money, in this economy, in this crisis, in this unemployed situation… could be called slavery, but let’s leave this subject for later.

I was supposed to sell bike clothes, plus triathlon and running clothes.

The guy made us come on Thursday to explain how this will be done during the weekend, although Thursday was not a paid time. My friend had to do 40 minutes of metro and 15 walking from her place to the job place, where we were going to work. But the guy wanted us to come on Thursday. He also wanted us to come an hour before the opening without being paid, although we said yes, it never happened.

So the guy’s name was Steve… Steve? What kind of name is that?

Hi, my name is Steve (pronounced Stif)… I wonder what you imagine with that name.

It was the opposite of the Steven Universe character. Zero charisma, he had a grim aura around him, when I remember him, I picture him wearing dirty clothes, a dirty face, dirty soul, Steve without an n.

This guy had a very bad looking silhouette, just imagine a bald, bad shaved, red eyed looking guy, with a beer belly and yellow teeth whenever he smiled, which was a rare occasion, or maybe he just smiled at moments when you are not supposed to smile, like a smile after a racist-mysoginist-homophobe comment…

This guy didn’t say hello…. As soon as he saw us, he said: do you go to the gym? Do you ride bikes? On the gym…?

Now, my friend and I are not fit at all, we have overweighted women bodies, but we take care of ourselves, we tidy ourselves, we love ourselves, we feel pretty most of the time. I admit, I got some kilos more during my degree, I did my last diploma in one year, one hell of a ride, and I’m a stress eater, so it was very easy to obtain my extra kilos. But of course, this guy didn’t see that. Maybe he wanted slim people, so the customers would feel more appealed or something. Although, he was not paying enough for a slim sales manager. He was not even paying enough for us to come on that Thursday, which we weren’t even paid.

So not a very good first start, right? I laughed it out, but my friend didn’t. I sometimes don’t understand a situation before it’s too late and my natural response is to laugh out everything. Whenever I’m nervous you will see me smiling.

Bla bla bla, biking clothes, bike accessories, biking glasses, how did you two meet?

- Oh, we were together at Uni, yeah, I was doing my ethnomusicology master at that time, oh! It’s like anthropology of music.

- So like when humans were hitting rocks one to the other and you call that music?

- jajajajaj…ja… yeah… something like that… Oh I actually have an interview in one hour, so I only have 15 minutes

Apparently, Steve didn’t like that, maybe he was planning on explaining every single item to us and take more of our free time, but I doubt it, the guy was not organized. Or maybe his natural face was of disgust…

I asked if he had business cards, he didn’t, also, the internet site that was announced on his business signs didn’t exist, he also didn’t have a special item he wanted to sell, and the sales signs advised discounts in a very so random way that it looked like a scam store.

So every time someone would ask where they could find the store… we just answered with the most vague phrase: oh! we are a mobile store… (you cannot find it anywhere) we move a lot between Ontario and Québec, oh sorry, the site doesn’t wok but you can send us an email with whatever you need, we will try our best to answer your request…

We? Well, I told myself that if maybe I got the appropriation of the store, people will believe that it was genuine, or like a family business, with Steve being our… uncle? I don’t’ know, I thought it was helpful, I was trying to help a human who didn’t deserve my trying.

Steve has a daughter though, 8 years old, she was on his 2000 model phone wallpaper. Poor girl with a father like that. Just, let me tell you the story. The guy hooked up with a woman 25 years younger than him, the problem is, he said it as if he was proud of it. He’s 62 yeas old… Steve is a 62-year-old father… of an 8 year old daughter. Oh! But her daughter is a flirt! She is in the boy’s hockey team, because she is too good to be in the girls’ hockey team and she likes to flirt with the boys…

I don’t know what is more disgusting, the fact that he thinks she flirts at that age, the fact that he is proud of his daughter being a flirt, or the fact that he is telling me this.

Pure disgust. Maybe I should add “rapist” to the list of adjectives I will describe him with. I know maybe some of you would feel sorry of him being so old and working in this hard work line, but my disgust is bigger than my sorrow.

And also, the conversation about his daughter started because he fucking asked me if I WAS SINGLE

FUCKING STEVE AND HIS FUCKING STORE

- Oh! Yeah, I have a partner and we are married.

- So like… are you lesbian?

(Shall I just send this guy to hell….?)

…..

- Well I consider myself bisexual and I’m married to a non-binary person. But you know this is really not important…

- You young people, your generation is so welcoming to this kind of stuff, I don’t know any of this things, so what is bisexual and what is non-binary

(Shall I just send this guy to hell….?)

-Well, bisexual is that you are attracted to a person regardless of their gender

- Well that is convenient

(Shall I just send this guy to hell….?)

-jajajaj… I am attracted to all the genders, not only one… and non-binary is that the person doesn’t feel like they belong to only one gender.

- so like a mix ?

- I mean there are people who are genderfluid, so they can feel one day one gender or non at all. And I feel that a bisexual with a non-binary is a perfect romantic alliance.

- So all that stuff exist, huh? Your generation is so different than mine

-oh! you have a costumer behind you

…..

The conditions to this job were just disastrous, we couldn’t sit (no chairs anywhere), we couldn’t just stand (because it is aggressive, the customer will not approach you if you just stand there, just try to scan the clothes, you can even check the tags so you can learn the technical terms… hey remember when I told to not just stand there…?), we couldn’t chat (I don’t want you to talk to each other, it shows to the customers you are not serious), and we only had 30 minutes of break to eat something, also we had bathroom breaks, which we tried to extend to the maximum and to distribute along the day. I really just wanted for this job to end.

But the worst of all was, that we had to deal with fucking Steve, not only his conversations were awful and the least interesting in the entire history of stories, but also he used to tap my back whenever there was a customer that he wanted me to attend. I wish to erase the memory of his fucking hand touching my back for those 2 seconds, he did it 6 times during the weekend. I wish to erase all of this, all this bad  bad weekend, but specially he touching my sacred body with his filthy hands. 

Every day that passed was harder than the previous one. Everyday Steve had to fucking complain that he was not making enough money, that his minimum was not attaint. Oh! He also had these stupid comments about us like:

- you are doing good… for beginners

- If you did some kind of sport, I’m sure you would have had more technical information to give to the clients, we would have made more sales

- It’s a shame you don’t know anything about bikes

And whenever we were letting a customer go, he would come and say: what was the problem, what did they wanted? (whatever answer you want to insert) ugh, next time send them to me. Or. Ugh you should have said this/that. You can also finish your sale with: what else are you looking for? Or what brought you to the Montreal’s Bike Convention?

Or whatever annoying phrase about any annoying sales topic or bike topic you could imagine.

Also, I forgot to mention, the main reason why he engaged us was so that we could speak in French to the clients. ‘Cause his sorry ass can only take one language in his stupid brain, the language of racist-mysoginist-homophobe-rapist white English. The frustrating part was when he started to explain to his customers:

- I engaged French girls so they can talk in French with the customers

First off, we are not in France you asshole, second, we are NOT FRENCH YOU FUCKING IDIOT, third, could you be more condescending you fucking pig?

And this is the whole point of this stupid experience. He did never ever said thank you, never, not even when we worked packing his stuff (that usually sales people don’t do) or pushing his merchandise on the cart to his truck, or when we worked for 30 extra minutes to help him pack his shit, or when his shit got all over the floor when he was pushing his cart down the ramp and was blocking the cart ramp and we helped him put his shit back to the cart and truck. And the more things went to hell, the more the guy was aggressive and screaming at us if we didn’t do things the way he wanted to be done…

Like: I didn’t tell you to do that! I asked you to put this thing in this box, not on that box!

- I told you first the wheels then the bars!

- No! Don’t put that there!

- oh… could you please push the cart to my truck?

And then, he almost didn’t pay us… or he was hoping we don’t do the math correctly so that he could pay us less than what he owed us…

- Girl, let’s count together because I’m getting stressed and can’t count

- No! Don’t count together, she’s already lost, gimme that… I’ll count for you!

Then… why am I saying he’s racist? My gentle reader may ask… Well, we had a black customer that asked if he could separate some clothes for him, he was going to do the convention tour and then get back to trying the clothes.

- you shouldn’t separate it for him, he’s not coming back, I know his kind

HIS WHAT NOW???

- Oh I meant that the convention is almost closing… I don’t think he will be back

And then he proceeded to tell me the most boring racist story of how one of his bosses in 1978 was racist, not like him. His boss didn’t believe a black successful woman was going to buy an expensive bag. Well fucking Steve didn’t believe a black customer was going to buy a fucking biking jersey that was so old as fucking Steve, all his clothes were shit actually. Well, the customer came and he bought the jersey.

A little girl was hanging around the convention during Saturday and Sunday and asked me and my friend if the clothes we were selling were used. It really felt like some kind of sport thrift store, all the clothes had the hangers sun marks, they were so old and used and so low quality that even with his fucking thin sales managers, he wouldn’t have attaint the fucking minimum that he wanted.

But lastly, we finished the job, we got our pay, we got out of that place, we left the old geezer behind, and my friend and I were left feeling miserable. We called our spouses, to reassure them we were alive, that we got paid, that we were going home. And then all the misery came to our bodies. My feet were hurting, but also my pride. And she started saying why should we go through this, why should anyone go through this. Why after all that we studied, after all that we travelled, after all that we have learnt, why do we have to take this kind of jobs, with this kind of guy in this kind of country. Why has the life treated us so unfairly… what have I done so wrong for me to be found in a situation like this. Why have all my studies done nothing for me. Why do I have to kill my feet and my pride to get a bit of cash… I’m an artist, I wish to create, to be happy, to give something to this cruel cruel world. But right now, I feel just miserable, as if my life had absolutely no meaning. As if I was born with the wrong feet, in the wrong time, the wrong place. Maybe if I was white, maybe if I was rich, maybe if I had picked fucking finance as my career. Just, maybe if I have had a bit more of luck.

But hélas, I’m here, right now, and the only thing that calms me down is writing and hoping to share this with you, my gentle reader.

Yesterday I had nightmares, and then I had a panic attack, and then I was all tears. But my partner was there, to tell me everything was going to be alright, that I will never see fucking Steve again in my life. And with the money I made, I can pay some bills.

Although the next day I still had flashes of this bad bad weekend, I still heard fucking Steve’s voice in my head… I had to pass to another thing, another project made with love, it was another day, a sunny one. And the problem is, I’m so desperate that I’m sure I will do it again, because I need the extra cash right now.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you never cross a fucking Steve in your life. And I hope you will be happy, even if it’s only for an hour during the day. I hope the struggling times will pass fast. I hope you get to do art in your life, it’s the only savior, in this chaotic world.

#writing #writetblr #writers of tumblr #ranting #artist #montreal #fucking steve #writers on tumblr #writblr #writeblr #please read my story #I promise you won't regret #drama #bisexual life

[ecargmura]

My Happy Marriage Episode 1 Review: Taisho Era Cinderella Story

Ah yes, the classic Cinderella story. We get a girl being mistreated by her family after her father gets remarried and then she meets the rich man who will save her from her hell. As cliche as the trope gets, I actually like the trope. I like seeing the lead character be super withdrawn and having that one special person come into their life and make them open up and change them for the better.

However, there are some interesting things that differs My Happy Marriage from the usual Cinderella story. First off, Miyo, our main character, has her father who got remarried. After the birth of her half-sister Kaya, both her biological father and her stepmother mistreat her and her younger sister looks down on her.

The entire first episode is just making Miyo be in the worst situation possible. Miyo’s daily life is just cleaning. Her childhood sweetheart gets engaged to her younger sister and she gets sent off to be married into another family. You just can’t help but feel bad for Miyo.

Miyo is just a miserable character for now. I feel bad for her. She’s been so emotionally abused that all her personality got sucked out and she’s only a shell for now. I just hope that Kiyoka can bring in some personality into her.

Oh boy, Miyo’s family sucks balls. I did mention that her BIOLOGICAL father neglected her after his remarriage. Her stepmother is also terrible. It sucks that the two only care about Kaya and not Miyo. The only “good” thing her father did for her was buying her a nice kimono for the marriage interview. If you look at the things she had packed, she only had two pairs of clothes. That means her father has never bought her clothes until now. On top of that, he makes Miyo go to her arranged partner’s house ON HER OWN! WITHOUT AN ESCORT! He’s certainly not winning any Father of the Year awards ever. Her stepmother is just awful. She doesn’t care about her stepdaughter at all and it shows. She belittles her whenever she can. Kaya is also a bitch. She just looks down on her and sneers at her whenever she can. Like, the way she looked at Miyo as she was getting engaged to Koji made me want to punch her so bad. She just seems like an entitled bitch. Don’t tell me she’s going to go after Kiyoka when she learns that he’s a better catch? 

Miyo’s childhood friend Koji seems like the only one who’s genuinely nice to her, but not even he can stand up to his family. It sucks that the only light in Miyo’s life has to be taken away. It seems that his family is quite powerful because he cannot choose who to marry and such. It sucks that society back then was like this. It just feels heartbreaking to know how many bonds have been broken due to arranged marriages and the powerlessness to prevent them.

I’m also curious to why they arranged her to meet Kiyoka. Did they request her? I don’t think this was ever explained. Her father was like “Here, go to this man’s house. Get married. Bye,” and refuses to elaborate. Who set this up?

My opinion on Kiyoka is nothing right now; he just appeared towards the end of the episode. How am I supposed to make an opinion about that? I just hope he’s a nice guy. Miyo needs some good people in her life.

The anime is super pretty, though! I love the background details like the cherry blossom tree, the water and the trains. Given that Western clothes existed and there are trains, I’m assuming this show takes place during the Taisho era? Because I get reminded of Demon Slayer since that show’s setting takes place in the Taisho era too.

The voice acting is great! Reina Ueda voices Miyo and she does a great job with the soft-spoken tone. Ayane Sakura voicing Kaya was good too. Sakura is a versatile voice actress. She can be the sweetest thing ever or she can dish out the haughty bitch voice with relative ease. Kana Ueda voices Miyo’s stepmom and I’m not used to her voicing an adult since I’m always more familiar with her cutesy roles. I think that the biggest mindblowing role is Kaito Ishikawa in his 5 minute screen time. I’m usually familiar with Ishikawa playing loud, brash and hot-blooded characters so for him to voice a stoic, stern man like Kiyoka is going to take some time for me to get used to.

Overall, Miyo deserves a happy life. I do wonder when the supernatural elements will be implemented into the story since the first episode is just showcasing how bad Miyo’s life is and that she gets sent off to marriage. This is an adaptation of a rather popular light novel series. Maybe I should give it a read when I get the chance.

#my happy marriage #review #anime #anime review #Miyo saimori #Kiyoka kudou #kaya saimori #koji tatsuishi #supernatural #romance #ecargmura #arum journal

[spicler-man]

amnesia fics

masterlist here  remember me by aileenwood

"Glad you're back," he smiles, and Peter can see the raw relief in it.

My kid.

Oh, of course. That's his dad."

or:

After a particularly bad injury, Peter wakes up in a hospital room with a blank mind.

He's lost and confused until a man steps in, ruffles his hair and smiles gently.

He immediately guesses that's his father, obviously. He's not stupid.

Memory Is All We Are by romeoandjulietyouwish

Tony gets amnesia and forgets his family.

I will remember you. by zimnokurw

“What?” “What’s the last thing you remember?” the soldier added, slightly alerted. “Ugh, I was in my workshop, I was doing a little update to JARVIS’ holo tables. Why?” Tony felt lost and this worried look on Rhodey’s face wasn’t helping. “In the workshop in… Malibu?” “Yes, of course in Malibu, where else would I be? Can you explain to me what the hell is going on?” This whole situation was annoying, Rhodey was acting weird and Tony felt perfectly good, not seeing any reasons to why would he be in this hospital-but-apparently-not-hospital room.

or; Tony loses a few last years of his memory and discovers that: e.g a terrorist blown up his house, he was in a superhero band that broke, and, oh, he kinda has a kid now.

Not Gone But Forgotten by samos7

Peter and Tony are kidnapped and willing to do anything to protect one another. Until one of them isn't.

~

“I get it, you’re starstruck- not sure how to handle yourself.”

“Excuse me,” Peter begins to defend himself but he's blatantly ignored as Tony talks over him.

“Look, I promise to take a picture with you when all of this is over, I’ll even offer you an autograph- but first I need any information you know that can get us out of here.”

Peter is completely lost, but at the same time he isn’t. He already knows the answer when he asks his next question. “Mister Stark, do you know who I am?”

Tony gives a baffled look in return, “have we met before?”

And that was all the confirmation Peter needed. He feels his heart drop to his stomach as the realization strikes him, and he’s certain that he’s gone pale in the face.

Tony doesn’t remember him.

That's Not How You Act by opal_earrings

"Peter was fine. Other than having no memories, he was fine. He wasn’t really hurt, so it wasn’t like he was going to die or anything, and therefore it wasn’t that big of a deal, right? He could just keep this quiet so as to not worry anyone.

“No. I, uh, I’m fine, thanks.”

All Peter had to do was find out everything about his life before anyone discovered he had amnesia. How hard could that be?"

Or: Peter wakes up with amnesia, but this guy in a suit seems really worried about him, and Peter's too polite to mention it.

The Heart of Heroes by SilverDraconyx for Coffee_and_notebooks

Peter has an internship at Stark Industries. It’s cool, except the most interesting thing he gets to do is be in the building. He figures that the internship is to gain good press by ‘helping poor orphans’.

That all changes, when he is sent to bring coffee to the Tony Stark!

As he spends time with Tony and Steve, they can’t help but come to love the teenage vigilante.

Lost and Found Family by puddlesandparkinglots

There’s an accident and Tony loses his memories. This is Tony trying to deal with it while Peter breaks.

I Wish I Could Live Without You (But You're Apart Of Me) by SpaceCowboysFromMars for Detective_Odin_Ashcroft_52

“I’m sure you know him from somewhere, Tony.” She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, studying the frame intensely, like the answer to Tony’s mild breakdown was hidden within in.

“Clearly not!” He flails for emphasis, frustrated. He’s supposed to be a genius, so why can’t he figure this out? “This is a prank, right?”

She scowls at him, face hardening with her lack of amusement. “Don’t be an idiot.” Pepper straightens, clearly wanting no more than to be done with this whole conversation. “Maybe it was one of those college interns.”

He shakes his head fiercely. “No. This must be- shit, what are those called? Something effect... the effect of something...”

A Mandela Effect, as his research would later reveal.

Figured it out, yet? by nokurde

Could there be something worse than losing every single memory of someone you love and treasure? Yes, Peter Parker could argue. Being the person that was forgotten.

Iron Man gets injured in a fight, which leaves him with a (temporary?) amnesia, erasing the last few years of his life. Now he’s left with an annoying kid for a babysitter. (It is temporary, right?) As Tony Stark struggles with his new reality, Peter tries to keep the company running, look out for his mentor without getting himself kicked out of the Tower, and not break down in the process. (Right?)

Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or AIs Don't Forget by peacockgirl

Turns out magic doesn't affect AIs. Karen is Peter's only link to his old life, and helps him hold on when he gets low. Meanwhile, in Upstate New York, Tony struggles with the inexplicable certainty that he's lost a kid.Until Peter gets hurt, and Karen tells FRIDAY ...Set in that wonderful AU world where Tony survives Endgame, and our boy (eventually) gets all the hugs he needs and deserves.

Nominated for a 2022 Iron Dad Creator Award in The Fixer-Upper Category

Don't Let it Make You Cry by amine

“'And who are you?'

Peter recoiled, stunned by the harsh unfamiliarity of those words. God, did that hurt. He was so used to being greeted with a warm 'hey, kid!' and an arm around his shoulders that tears nearly sprung to his eyes at seeing and hearing for himself that Tony really did not remember them."

A river to skate away on by frostysunflowers

Peter has survived a spider bite, a building falling on him, turning to dust and being a teenager.

He can handle anything.

Except being forgotten.

who am i to you? by wisterispidey for Spencer_Loves_Cherries

He sighed with relief when he saw the suit’s faceplate lift up, but something didn’t seem right.

“Who are you?”

Peter froze. That was obviously Mr. Stark but it also wasn’t Mr. Stark.

Fuhgeddaboudit by SpideyFics

Hesitant, he approached the man, cautiously touching his shoulder. “Sir? Are you OK?” The man moved his head in response to hearing his voice, wincing. He’d been beaten, his face battered and bloody, and vivid bruises bloomed across his cheekbones and crept up from underneath his beard. “Huh?” he said, his eyes fluttering open. “Who’re you?” And wasn’t that the million-dollar question, because he had no clue. No ideas. No memories. A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

How Could I Forget You? by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Tony knows that this kid is important somehow, knows deep in his heart that the kid is special. He just can’t remember who he is.

I'm Peter Who? by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Where was he?

Who was he?

Peter wakes up in an alley way with a throbbing head and no idea who is.

Remembering You by Kevy_Grayce for opal_earrings

All Tony can do is stare at the pale, unmoving form of Peter as hands force his heart to beat and air is pushed into his lungs. This time it’s different. There's no beeping to prove he's still alive as he lies there, no steady rise and fall of his chest. Nothing. Tony doesn't realize he's on his knees until hands are gripping his shoulders. “No. No no no no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please, don't go, I'm so sorry, I still need you, kid, I didn't-” He's cut off by his own sobs, vaguely aware of the steady arms that keep him up as he curls in on himself. I didn't mean it, he desperately repeats in his head, begging in a way he had never begged before. Or: Peter gets amnesia after a grueling fight, forgetting who he is to Tony.

Nice work, kid by madasthesea

(no summary)

All I've ever known (is how to hold my own) by notapartytrick

Peter Parker fishes out a five. “Thank you.” MJ stows it, feeling like an interaction like this can’t just end here. But here they are. “No problem.” “I’ll, uh, see you around,” he tells her with a little tilt of his head as he turns away. And before he goes, he fishes something out of his back pocket and shoves it in the tip jar without looking at her. He speed-walks out. MJ stares at his retreating back. Then she stares at the tip jar, no longer empty. She fishes out the bills: a ten and two fives. A ten? And– Peter Parker just tipped her twenty dollars.

---

Michelle Jones, begrudging waitress at Peter Pan Donuts, comes across a customer who feels strangely familiar and decides to do what she does best - solve the case.

Retrograde by madasthesea

Prompt: what about the remember me one? seen a lot of fics with peter getting amnesia but never one of tony forgetting anything? could be a nice switch to see how peter would deal with that + tony trying to figure out how he went from a wild playboy to a supposed superhero with a teenager.

Tony gets amnesia. When Peter comes to visit him in the hospital, Tony takes one look at him and immediately assumes that Peter's his son.

Loved You to Pieces by Gingerquery (PeppermintTegan)

But time is on nobody's side --- Peter Parker keeps coming in to the bake shop, keeps invoking deja vu in Ned and MJ, keeps walking out with a sad smile, a coffee, and a pleasant goodbye. Well, Ned Leeds has some new tricks up his sleeve and wants to know just who this strange stranger is. The answer only leads to more questions.

mongoose dreams by sushicorps (Inclinant)

The formidable Morgan Stark - also princess, miniature terror, little miss, baby mo, precious Morguna - has also once been described by someone (actually one formerly existing Peter Parker) to be as headstrong as a wild mongoose.

So at the grand age of almost six years old, Morgan has now decided (declared) that she wants her entire family at her birthday party.

Yes, including her big brother that no one seems to remember.

gone with the arm by turtle_bean for polaroid15

Tony cracks open his eyes again and turns to face the boy, who looks positively heartbroken. “You, uh, don’t... remember me?”

“Kid, I don’t remember anything,” Tony groans, pushing himself into an upright position with his left arm and holy shit - where the fuck is his right arm? "What – my arm.”

--

or, after the snap, tony seems to remember everything except peter, plus the reason that he no longer has an arm.

[bad things happen bingo / prompt: amputation]

The more you say, the less I know by for_the_night

Peter imagined what Tony's first words would be when he woke from his coma. He supposed he'd be shocked by the lack of arm, or maybe he'd just be grateful he survived. Maybe he'd come out with a witty one liner about saving the world single-handedly. He never imagined it being 'who are you?'

or Tony wakes up from snapping with amnesia and for the life of him can't remember the kid hanging around, claiming to be 'just an intern'. Feelings get hurt.

Hold On To It All My Son by for_the_night

*NWH SPOILERS* Tony wakes up one day feeling like he’s missing something. He couldn’t understand why he risked his life inventing time travel for Spider-Man when he didn’t even know the face behind the mask, so Tony makes the decision to find out. He gets more than he bargained for.

…

“That’s you isn’t it? Wow look at you go.” The overwhelming feeling of deja vu almost made Peter’s knees buckle. He couldn’t go through this again.

Where Is My Brother? by eliotandq

They were supposed to celebrate Christmas together, but neither Peter nor Aunt May ever showed up. And then Happy came and told them the sad news of Aunt May's death, but no one mentioned Peter. No one has ever mentioned Peter, and when Morgan asked about him, everyone pretended not to know him.

Except they didn't pretend and she was the only one who remembered Peter. Her brother.

If This is What I Get, I Will Take it by mikimouze16

NWH Spoilers

Peter had been putting of visiting Ned and MJ because he wasn’t sure if he could handle them not recognizing him. Thankfully, their bond is stronger than any magic spell that can be cast.

Or where I fix the ending scene because it’s been weeks and I’m still broken, thank you very much.

Missing Pictures by rainbowanatomy

Redacted. That’s the word Pepper keeps coming back to as she waits for Peter Parker to pick up her call.

Marshmallows & Chocolate Shavings by spideybegins

“This is you, isn’t it?” Tony held it out. Peter reached out, his hands shaking as he took it from him.

It was the picture they took at Stark Industries. They needed proof for May that he was working as an intern there, so Tony had a certificate made. It was Peter’s idea to give each other bunny ears, but Tony was the one who held the certificate upside-down. They’d barely known each other then, but they’d both laughed when they realized his mistake.

A couple of tears ran down his cheeks as Peter gripped the frame. “Yeah,” he choked out. “That’s— That’s me.”

Peter knew Tony had the photo. He kept it in his lab. Once the spell was set and done, he figured Tony would’ve thrown it out. Why would he hang onto a picture of someone he didn’t recognize?

Peter never told him, but knowing it was there made him feel so important. He should’ve told him.

“You’ve shivering,” Tony commented, just like Pepper had. His anger had turned into a shade of worry and concern. With a small shake of his head, he moved out of the way. “Get in here.”

—

Or the one where the world has forgotten Peter, and Peter still finds himself at the Starks' cabin anyway. Set after Spider-Man: No Way Home. Spoilers ahead.

The world kept you like a secret, but I kept you like an oath by for_the_night

NWH SPOILERS At 23:37 Doctor Strange casts a spell to make the universe forget Peter Parker.

At 23:36 Tony Stark's heart stops for three minutes. When he comes to, no one remembers his kid, but you best believe he's going to do everything he can figure out why. He isn't going to lose his Spider-ling again.

Missing Memories by Sillysbarka16

Peter lost his memories in a battle and wakes to think Tony is his dad.

Tony doesn't correct him.

Workplace Safety 101 (don’t give a nail gun to the new kid) by inkinmyheartandonthepage

A work place accident leaves May in the hospital where she gets a surprising visit and even more surprising news.

OR

May suffers a head wound and forgets Peter.

Wrong Number by Anarchyduck

Peter sends the text message without even thinking. A stupid meme, something he knows Ned would laugh at.

His phone chimes with a message.

who is this?

I just want you to know who i am by strkhollnd

"Do you ever talk about chemistry with random boys in a coffee shop?" Peter tried to play.

"Only the sad-faced and extremely intelligent ones." the man smiled in amusement.

Or: After the events of no way home Peter is in a coffee shop when a familiar face appears to him

Baby Spider Protection protocol by GNM_dreaming_girl

SPOILERS !!!! Don't read if you haven't watched the movie.

Regardless of what happened at the end of the movie, FRIDAY's protocols are still well in place.

note to self: don't get kidnapped by OnlyForward

Peter gets kidnapped and gets temporary amnesia. When a man he doesn't recognise rescues him in some kind of metal suit and keeps checking to see if he's okay, Peter jumps to the conclusion that he's his dad after a passing comment.

Whumptober Prompt 30: Note to self: Don’t get kidnapped

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[fuck-customers]

LONG

I want to scream. I feel like this is a lose-lose situation no matter what.

I have open availability. I am cross-trained in every department. I do not have my own car, so to get to work, I either need to get a ride or take the bus. If I take the bus, I need AT LEAST an hour's notice, probably more depending on the time, in order to be able to arrive at work on time. (I live in a semi small city-for example, in order to be at my work for a 10:00 shift, I need to get on one bus at 8:40, get off that one and take another at 8:50 and arrive at work at 9:30- or else I'll be late, these are the REAL times straight from the local transit station) On the off chance that I can get someone to give me a ride, I obviously need to give them a head's up. It's incredibly rude to ask someone at 5:00 to take me to work right now for my 5:00 shift. Plus the bus always arrives at my work at a half hour. So if they want me to be at work at 2:00? Have to arrive at 1:30. If they want me to come in at 3:30? I can't chance the bus running late, so I have to be there at 2:30 with fuckall to do for an hour.

I've explained all of this many, many, MANY times and have pointed out that I've NEVER not shown up for my shift nor have I been late or called out, etc. I prefer not to have morning shifts, but even when I am scheduled in the morning, I show up...begrudgingly, but I'm there. All I ask is to TAKE ADVANTAGE of the fact that I have OPEN AVAILABILITY and am CROSS-TRAINED THROUGHOUT THE E N T I R E STORE and fucking schedule me!! (Not to mention the other ways they've tried to take advantage of me, like leaving ALL work for me to do, despite having multiple coworkers available to do the work, and trying to make me train new hires, but not promoting me to management status - the only people who are actually SUPPOSED to train new employees)

Not to mention that the last 4 times I went in when they called me, I got there and my managers were like "oops actually we already called [coworker] so we don't need you here" and tried to send me home. Not to mention the times that I've arranged to stay late to cover a coworker's shift only to get an extra half hour and then be sent home or not even get extra hours at all vs. the full shift I agreed to because so-and-so actually DID show up.

And when they do call me in, I always ask how long and for what times/hours and I've gotten a straight answer MAAAYBE once. It's always something vague like "a few hours" "come in when you can" "until the rush calms down" NO!! I need a REAL answer in order to make transportation arrangements!!

It's been 3 years with multiple management changes of this shit. I've had it. I'm jumping ship ASAP, but unfortunately my living situation and my personal life is extremely complicated. I guess this is a slight AITA post, since I only thought about this because my mom berated me for not going in when they called me the other day. For the record, I didn't go in because they called me at 6:00. The store closes at 9:00, even if we stayed half an hour after closing (sometimes we do, sometimes we don't-can you tell that Green Fabric Hell doesn't schedule consistently?) I would AT MOST get 3 1/2 hours. But realistically more like 3 hours, since it takes about half an hour to get dressed and drive over there. That doesn't even cover the cost of gas, plus I don't even legally get a break.

The AITA part is, am I being unreasonable? I feel like I've paid my dues, since I spent the first 2 years at my job coming in EVERY time they asked and staying late every time they asked (as for staying late, I'd work a full shift, but I had no food for lunch obviously, since it wasn't planned- so I'd either have to go without eating for 8 hours or run to the Clown Burger a block away and run back on foot and I'd have maybe 10 minutes of my lunch left to myself to eat) and after all that for 3 years, I have nothing to show for it. They've never promoted me. I've never gotten a raise. I don't get overtime or any bonus for working extra hours that I wasn't scheduled for. (Overtime is only if you work over 8 hours in a row, which conveniently never happens)

The closest thing I've ever gotten to a thanks was this pin for employees who go above and beyond that I mistakenly thought also included a bonus or raise. No. It's literally just a metal pin to put on my nametag. That's it.

So I guess, AITA/am I being unreasonable? Or have I at least have a few good points?