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burinazar · 4 months
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It's a bit funny that to parts of my circles I'm 'the fandom one'/'the fanfic one'/'the shipping one' as the person they know most prominently into such things
because as much as i love writing my fics and shipping my ships my interest in both of those things is, I think, very narrow and specific compared to most people who are into them? due to my habits being like. very particular
#i think some ppl think of me as ahh my buddy who is always reading fanfic and i'm like. look. i would LIKE to be that. but i'm not#it's comically difficult to get me to sit down and read a new fanfic. for no discernable reason#the fandoms i like to read for don't even have big fic scenes but i've still checked out such a narrow portion of them#(and these fandoms are like. just a few. leaving aside MiA's dead tag. LOGH + T&B + Vorkosigan + ...anything else here would be a lie)#(Queen's Thief + Temeraire + TMA are on the backburner rn for reading fic but they were faves before yet i read SO little of what existed)#(everything else i just check out very occasionally or when directly recc'd)#i think mmmaaaybe 'my buddy who reads tons of fic' would be the case if there were new fics about the sages coming out every day#they're sort of a unique hyperfixation for me lol#but there are NOT. instead there are ((checks))#four (4) english language belavue fics on AO3 that are not by me#AND two of them i would say do not actually have any ship content and were likely just tagged that to be safe#as far as non ship content there are ((checks again)) 21 English language fics tagged with Belaf and I wrote 13 of them ........#(and 17 for Vueko and i wrote 10. two of the others barely mention her and shouldn’t be tagged lol) …guys i'm starving............#ok you read to the bottom of the tags you get to hear a selfish wish#i kind of hope that someday...someone will...write some fic about the sages either because of me or for me#gen or ship it doesnt matter#but this kind of thing usually happens in AO3 exchanges though and there aren't ones in this fandom because the fic scene is so miniscule#i'm literally running one right now off AO3 but have a feeling it will end up being mostly art and also didn't put myself in as a requester#since the people participating have largely made stuff for me as gifts before and i have a glut of lovely work from them#and again that exchange will mostly end up being art i feel and not fic. but some other time... i still wish ... more fic... pleae..plaeabs#there are very specific reasons i don't want to host an MiA fic exchange through AO3. i can guess the kind of stuff some people will reques#(the kind of stuff that's already in the tag.) and it's not stuff i feel like moderating an exchange involving >_> so i won't#but god.. ... ..... someday......i hope....there can be an exchange where i ask for somethinga bout these people.............
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matan4il · 1 year
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Buddie 610 meta
Holy shit, this ep.
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Okay, what shall we start with? Maybe with what 911 itself starts, lots of foreshadowing. At the beach call, we have Eddie looking at Buck and replying to him (about the lightning), “I really hope it doesn’t strike twice, though.” Which, of course we know it will. But the foreshadowing continues, as Buck talks to Omar about unexpected things in life coming out of nowhere. That suggests we need to pay extra attention to other elements in this ep that might act as foreshadowing for later events along 6b. ~~
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That kind of connects to me with Buck being closely tied to Ely, the pregnant lady (he saves the day there twice, first by realizing the oil is dripping and if they use the saw, it might prove fatal, then by helping Bobby with the baby). First off, it made me chuckle when we learned that, despite being driven to the hospital by a man, he’s actually not her partner. 911 made sure we knew Ely has a wife, and that she has another kid with her. Is it a coincidence when Buck, who practically has a husband and a kid with him already, is the main firefighter taking care of her? Maybe, but it still amused me. What really made me take note is when he told her not to push, trying to stall her childbirth, and she replied that it doesn’t depend on her. That made me wonder if perhaps this is also in a way foreshadowing what we might end up seeing with the sperm donation storyline. I’m not sure, I can’t be, but I was not surprised to see that storyline brought up later in the ep. ~~
In general, this ep’s title, “In a Flash,” might seem to refer to the lightning storm the team experiences, but the real tempest is the havoc our families can wreak on us, tied to the unexpected nature change can sometimes take on. Chim’s dad suddenly shows up, raining on his parade. Albert suddenly thinks Chim should give their dad a chance to be Jee Yun’s grandpa, but decides against giving his brother a warning. The Buckley parents are suddenly making an effort, yet leaving everyone suspicious and unnerved. Albert suddenly leaks Buck’s sperm donation to everyone and unleashes hell between the in-laws. Denny’s changes, probably influenced by getting in touch with his dad, come as a surprise to Hen. And of course, at the climax of the ep, Bobby as the unofficial adoptive father of Buck might lose his son in a flash. The whole ep is filled with these parallels of abrupt familial disquiet, especially in relation to dads, on all 118 fronts. And as Buck deals with maybe the biggest of these questions, because he doesn’t even yet know what he wants for himself and how does the life he helped create (but only as a donor) fit into that, it’s no wonder his life ends up hanging literally in the balance. ~~
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One of the most painful things in this ep for me was seeing how much Buck’s parents are willing to accept him as a donor, because not for a second do they think he can be a father. That would be the natural conclusion from him looking at a sonogram on his phone, but his parents find it easier to believe their daughter is pregnant again than to think Buck would be a dad (ironic, because he already is one. Just not to the baby in the sonogram). It reminded me of how Eddie’s parents also didn’t believe in his ability to be a dad, and actively petitioned to have Chris taken from him to be raised by them in 315. It amazes me every time anew just how much Buddie are compatible, because their stories parallel so much that they can understand each other in ways most other people can’t. ~~
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And it gets to me that this whole episode also insists on reminding us how good Buck is with kids, first with the ones on the beach, calming them down and answering their questions to help them make sense of the whole ordeal. Then with Ely’s baby, a callback to how we saw him with the pipe baby in 101. It connects to him looking at the baby sonogram, all excited, once again acting so much like an expectant dad would (parallel to him and the firefighter onesie in 609), when we know he’s not actually going to be that baby’s father. It very much does feel like 911 is signaling to us Buck has some realizations coming his way in this context. ~~
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Speaking of the kids on the beach, Buck telling the boy he wants to fix everything, then adding that Buck gets it, had me screaming into my fists, because hey, remember who said that to Buck? That’s right, his Eddie, back in 504. A reminder of how much Eddie sees Buck, accepts him and allows him to be himself, enabling Buck in turn to reflect that back to that kid. Of course, in the context of the sperm donation, Buck’s tendency made him want to help “fix” things for Connor and Kameron, and we might learn in 6b that Buck comes to realize he sometimes lets this tendency take him to places that aren’t actually good for him, without fully considering the consequences, and then hopefully, he’ll get to find a way to balance this, to be himself, but not derailed from his life goals by this part of himself. ~~
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At the same time that the ep shows us how good Buck is with kids, it also serves to remind us of the one kid that we’ve seen him co-parent all along, the one who has always demonstrated what a good, loving dad Buck is, Christopher. Yes, when we see Buck working on his cooking with Bobby, it’s a part of the many parallels revolving around dads in this ep, so Buck and Bobby’s r/s is the immediate focus, but at the same time, we know who Buck is learning this FOR. Lazania kitchen scene from 601, anyone? Oh, but the best part? It’s when Buck tells Bobby, “Something’s missing.” He can’t quite put the finger on what, but he knows something in his domesticity isn’t fully there. I wonder what, Buck... And this is again in an ep full of foreshadowing! ~~
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It may seem like a minor thing, but remember how in my past meta, I was more or less losing it over the many times Buck and Eddie did rope rescues together as their own team within the 118 team, even having their assigned roles where Eddie connects Buck to the line and then becomes an anchor himself to keep Buck safe, to the point where I wrote a smut fic involving this very meaningful act? Yeah, so imagine me seeing that the most intense Buddie call we’ve had since the end of 413 starts with them doing this subtextually intimate thing, Eddie hooking Buck up to the rope, becoming his literal life line, and even teasingly calling him “cowboy” while at it. No, I was not breathing for a full minute at least. ~~
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But since I brought up the shooting in 413, can we talk about the insanity of the parallels? Take the meaningful staring once disaster strikes. Back in s4, it was mutual, right before Eddie collapsed. In 610, Buck is unconscious, so you wouldn’t think they could stare at each other at this moment, right? Plus, back in 413, it was just the two of them present at the scene out of the 118, the other members of the team weren’t there. The lightning strike seems a lot less intimate in comparison... But in this ep, the camera plays a role in recreating that same dynamic, singling out the connection between Buddie. Because when Buck is hit by lightning, we get shots of every 118 member looking up and being terrified of what just happened to their friend.
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The only exception in terms of this shot? Eddie. He’s the only one that isn’t being filmed from the side as he looks up, he’s filmed from above as he looks straight into the camera. Essentially, the shot recreates Buck’s POV for Eddie, and for him alone. It shows us what Buck would see and how he would stare down, back at Eddie, if he only could. The fact that the camera has to do this instead of Buck himself further emphasizes the horror of Buck being unconscious, but the choice to do this only with Eddie highlights their connection and makes it clear that Buddie’s bond IS different to what the other team members have with Buck, no matter how close the others are to him or how much they love him. What’s insane is that DESPITE having all of the 118 there, there is still a bubble within this whole situation that is Buddie and Buddie’s alone, even as Buck himself is unconscious. It’s no wonder Eddie jumps up that electrocuted ladder without even thinking about it, it’s no wonder no one even tries to stop him or warn him of the danger in that. That is a man on a mission to save the other half of him, and the show tells us that in more than one way.
That’s gonna continue through Eddie’s attempts (and eventual success) in getting Buck away from immediate danger, as well as when the team tries but then fails to revive Buck, because Eddie will be the one to push past Bobby to see Buck, and Eddie will be the one Bobby has to keep in line by assigning him driving duty, maybe the most important thing anyone can do for Buck once all the medical assistance they can give him in the field is of no further use. ~~
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One more thing regarding the comparison with the shooting arc in s4, as well as talking about camera shots, is that we get to see the difference between a platonic friend resuscitating his teammate and a man desperately trying to keep the love of his life alive. If you look at Chim doing compressions on Buck, he’s giving it his all, because he DOES love Buck, Chim’s doing his best for his friend and brother in law. But the shot is not an intimate one, we don’t get close ups, we don’t get to focus on the eyes and see the frantic look of a man who knows he CAN’T fail, we don’t see the intimate touch of a hand laying a gauze on an exposed chest and trying to keep this treasured body together, we do get “come on, Buck,” but we don’t get personal speech, begging the other man to hold on and just “stay with me.” While back in 414, in the ambulance, we had ALL of those as Buck, almost on the verge of losing his sanity, fought for Eddie’s life. ~~
Lastly, I’ve made in the past a gifset of times when we’ve seen Buck screaming Eddie’s name in horror at the face of danger (including in 413), and I love that we can finally add to that Eddie doing the same thing for Buck. But I think it’s particularly meaningful that it happened not as a matter of when Buck would be in danger, but rather it was a question of just how significant Buck had to become to Eddie for this former, highly decorated soldier to go from the stoic man he was in 218 to what we see in 610 (as seen in my latest weekly gifset). Because Eddie WAS incredibly worried back in the s2 finale. He was gritting his teeth, you can see the tension on his face, and the second it was safe, he sprang to Buck’s side. Eddie also held on to him while everyone else was lifting the truck (even though Chim, as a medic, would have been a more natural choice to hold on to Buck, while Eddie the firefighter helps lift engine 118). And Eddie wouldn’t even let go of Buck’s hand on the way to the truck. HE WAS DISTRAUGHT. But the man who kept his facade up in the hospital after Shannon, his wife and mother of his son, died just one ep earlier, did the same thing with Buck. What I find so telling is that he can no longer do that by 610. Buck has become such an integral part of his life, of his family, of who Eddie is as a person and how he deals with life, way more than even Shannon managed to be. And that’s why Eddie loses it, confirming what we’ve known for a while: Buddie are life partners. ~~
I now have direct links to my weekly meta posts, my Buddie gifs and more of my content in my pinned post. Loads of love to @whosoldherout​​ for making unbelievable gifs for my very unique requests. You’re a star! Tag list will follow in the reblog. Thank you in advance for any reblog and like! I’m operating on 1.5 hours of sleep to get this posted ASAP, so I really appreciate any and all encouragement to keep doing this. xoxox
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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year
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Buddy Daddies - Episode 11 - Thought Post - SPOILERS!!!
I fully expect that the fandom is literally losing it over Rei’s, “Kazuki!” and Kazuki’s little gasp outside of the safe house. (I know I still am!)
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That scene is also the most intimate we’ve ever seen them be with each other on a physical level. And I actually think that is something that made Kazuki and Rei stand out/feel different, and why I never got “queerbait” vibes from them. In a way, Kazuki and Rei are kind of a prime example of how a lot of people’s defense against queer readings of MLM relationships in anime isn’t wholly accurate, since it usually boils down to: male friendships in Japan are more intimate, guys are more emotionally open, etc.
As someone who worked at elementary schools and junior high schools and have seen drunk male teachers at nomikai and enkai before - they aren’t. Not really. In junior high school there was a lot of rough housing and drunk male coworkers might sling their arms around each other when they are doing some kind of silly act or something - but usually the kind of queer subtext stuff that we often get in anime and manga is on a totally different level and not comparable. 
Sometimes it really is subtext (a great example of this would be Nabari no Ou, the mangaka is X-gender and asexual, so any queer subtext you are getting from that series is likely queer subtext), but other times it’s just straight up queerbait. Usually you can feel and tell the difference between the two after a while.
With Buddy Daddies the promo materials never show them half naked wrapped around each other or anything enticing like that. And in-series we see them keeping a common, especially in Japan, physical distance with each other. As the series has progressed though, as Rei has learned how to communicate his thoughts and feelings more, and as Kazuki has learned to let someone in again, we’ve started seeing them communicating with each other more openly. 
And while at the start most of their physical closeness has been in comedic scenes, like Kazuki dragging Rei around:
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Or when Kazuki freaked out about Miri getting captured by some creep and took hold of Rei’s shoulders:
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Now, in this episode, we have the two discussing a very important topic. Rei is as opened up as can be and communicating properly. He’s made it clear how he feels about taking the life of Miri’s father and through guilt by association, the life of Miri’s mother now too. 
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He’s laying himself pretty bear in front of Kazuki and his desire to raise Miri in this scene makes me think of Episode 3 in a way. With Rei in similar, though not exactly the same, role as Kazuki and Kazuki in the role of Misaki. 
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Rei, like Kazuki, wanted to take care of Miri. Kazuki, like Misaki who sent her away and wanted nothing to do with her, wanted to bring her to an orphanage and then exit her life entirely. 
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They flash back to Misaki’s death for a reason as well, because Kazuki is relating himself to her words.
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He’s done this before and the two have been both foils of each other (Ep. 3) and parallels of each other, such as in last episode and even in this week’s episode, with Misaki’s bandaged fingers after she tried properly cooking a meal for the first time: 
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Looking like Kazuki’s after he tried sewing for the first:
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Right, in that moment with Rei, Kazuki was thinking, “I’m being selfish too. I want to keep Miri even though it’s safer not to.” The difference though, is that Kazuki, unlike Misaki, has a partner who is equally in the known as him when it comes to the potential dangers of what they are about to do. He also has a partner that is willing to take equal responsibility and care of Miri.
Misaki never had that. Not the first time and the second time, when she came back for Miri in Episode 10, she likely didn’t even know how to ask for something like that. Rei wasn’t fully ready yet then either.
I have more I could say about Misaki, but I’ll save that for another post. In this one, I want to wrap around to the beginning of this post. The things that make this physical touch so intimate between them:
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1. It is Rei reaching out to Kazuki. A first, iirc, outside of stuff like him putting his arm out to stop Kazuki last episode, Ep.10 (outside of the daycare)
2. The scene isn’t comedic. It is heated. The two are very emotionally charged.
3. Kazuki’s hand reaches out because he was angry at the situation. He grabbed Rei’s suit because of that built up fear and angry at the situation.
4. But Rei wraps his hand over Kazuki’s to show connection. He uses it to add emphasis and make Kazuki feel his words: “Think. What can we do to help Miri?” Rei has always been the one to calm Kazuki down. When Kazuki goes over the top, Rei reels him back in, like here. But this was the first time he had to physically reach out to Kazuki and touch him in order to make that point and actually bring Kazuki back down from the clouds and back into the reality of their situation and what they can do. 
5. Finally, during this talk, when Rei says, “We’ll make Miri happy!” Kazuki doesn’t just think about Miri, he thinks about Yuzuko too. Rei says we’ll and Kazuki is fully acknowledging that.
This time, unlike in Episode 3, where they both decided to be Miri’s papas separately, they are deciding to be her papas together. There was a shift in their dynamic again, just like there was in Episode 3.
I noticed this last week and was wondering how this would play out in today’s episode, but we are seeing parallel episode structure with Arc 1 (Episodes 1 - 5) and this final arc (Episodes 10 - 13). This final arc is one episode short though, so this week’s episode was like a paralleled combination of Episodes 2 and 3.
Putting the rest under a Read More due to length.
Episode 10 Paralleled Episode 1 - Kazuki and Rei getting Miri due to a hit, Kazuki and Rei losing Miri to a hit (the hit being Miri herself).
Episode 11 Paralleled Episodes 2 & 3 - For the Episode 2 parallels you have: 
Kazuki and Rei having Miri at the apartment for the first time and getting taken off the job with the introduction of Ryo killing someone. Versus us seeing Kazuki and Rei in the apartment for the first time without Miri and them deciding to leave their jobs this time along with Ryo killing again (hopefully, for the last time). 
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And in the case of Kazuki and Rei trying to adjust to the changes both with Miri in the apartment for the first time and without her in the apartment - they are both a mess, one was just a noisy mess vs the silent mess of this episode (11).
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For the Episode 3 parallels, I feel like I talked about that quite a bit already. Though we have some other things as well, like Misaki’s “you know they aren’t your real papas” conversation with Miri:
Mirroring Rei’s conversation with Miri about Kazuki not being her real papa:
And, of course, we have Rei thinking about his father, who he was still staying away from at the time, and contemplating what being a papa really means. Now he has confronted his father, he went back to him, but spoke back to him, and he now knows for certain what being a papa means and is 100% ready to commit to that.
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If they really are following this parallel structure, then what might that mean for Episodes 12 and 13, which would, on some level, parallel episodes 4 and 5? In Episode 4 we saw them actually stepping into the roles of “Papas” on a societal level with the government office and daycare and kind of jumping into it all without really knowing what they were doing. 
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Now they do know, they have experience, and we’ve seen Kazuki set down ground rules for Rei that Rei has agreed to follow when it comes to raising Miri. So there will be more involvement on Rei’s part. 
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There was forged paperwork too...Maybe this time we will see Kazuki fill out that paperwork slightly more legitimately. Someone (sorry, I can’t remember exactly who it was!) mentioned that if Miri’s father never claimed Miri, then Kazuki might be able to claim himself as Miri’s father on her birth certificate. So...maybe we’ll see that. They did make Kazuki look like Miri’s birth father for reasons.
And, if Episode 13 ends up paralleling Episode 5, where Kazuki and Rei got reinstated on the job, Episode 13 would be when they properly leave the job. However that may go down. The interesting thing to think about is what Kyutaro will decide to do. In Episode 5, he told them of the dangers and was tempted to not get attached to Miri, but he did anyway. He acted like a regular café owner with her, watched over her, and told her about her comedian and oil baron papas. 
Now that we know Kyutaro has a safe house, will he deflect along with them and stay with her, will he work as a double agent or spy. I don’t know. But Episode 5 ended with Miri making a presentation, so maybe this episode will end with the Christmas Party at the end, which would bring the series full circle, since I bet that Christmas Party is on Christmas Eve. 
I know that it’s been stated that there won’t be any more “fluffy” episodes, but I think that is tied to the “pretend family” vs. “real family” dynamic that gets brought up in this episode. Where Kazuki and Rei are both 100% all in, so that means there won’t be any “super happy” facade going up anymore, just sincere emotions (which can range from happy to sad to tragic to comedic, etc.). After all, in that quiote, the director also told them to let go of past restraints and to show the intimate feelings that exist between Kazuki, Rei, and Miri. After this week’s episode, I feel I completely understand what this means now.
I’m going to stop this post for now, because I feel it has kind of gone off in various directions and I do still need to take my daily walk around the neighborhood. But I do have a number of thoughts on this episode (I wrote them all down in my notebook to make sure I don’t forget anything, lol). And I’ll be getting those posts up in a bit. 
But yeah, my mind is still going off in like five million different directions. How am I going to make it to next Friday!?
EDIT: SO! Next week’s episode is the last. The parallel aspect can still work though, Episode 12 would just parallel Episodes 4 & 5, which actually does work pretty nicely together. Thanks to everyone who informed me that Episode 12 will be the last!<3
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omg ok so robin x popular! reader where she’s a cheerleader who robin thought was out of her league (and straight) but they both just have massive crushes on each other
a/n: anon this literally took me out of my writers block ty ty i loved this sm 🙏🙏 also the ending kinda sucks but its wtv !!
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warnings: light cursing, this is not proofread
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲
Robin sighed as she watched you walk right in front of her, with the rest of the cheer squad onto the gym’s floor.
She tried to look uninterested, like she merely thought the team's dancing and efforts to draw the crowds attention was just decent. But Robin couldn’t help but look at you. The way your smile seemed to brighten the entire room, the way you waved your arms and jumped around laughing, shaking those ridiculous green and white pom poms. She thought you looked like the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins, hell, maybe even in all of Indiana. 
Then the basketball team walked out onto the floor. 
You so clearly liked them. Robin watched you try to hide your embarrassment of being singled out by one of the team players, as he sent you a wink. Robin rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempts to flirt, but she couldn’t deny that was partly jealousy. She wanted to be the one who made you get all nervous, she wanted to be the one you liked, not some ugly basketball player that probably reeked of trashy cologne and was a total pig. 
Robin just faked a smile and continued playing her trumpet. It was ridiculous to think that you would ever like her, even as a friend. You were too good for her.
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You let out a laugh, as the guy whose name you had kind of already forgotten, continued rattling on about a party you’d skipped over the weekend. 
In reality, you weren’t paying attention to him. Your locker was at the perfect location, right in front of the band room, allowing you to peer inside. Sure the people you mostly associated with thought they were all a bunch of dorks and losers, but you thought they had substance. Specifically the girl with the short hair and raspy voice. You had never gotten her name. All you knew was that she was pretty, and nice, and funny. Or at least you hoped so. You didn’t really talk.
“See you Friday?” the boy looked nervous, and you didn’t even remember what plans you had agreed to.
“Of course, I’ll see you then, buddy!” You cringed slightly at your use of the phrase, but Jesus Christ you had no idea how to let him down easily.
You watched as he left, some disappointment in his eyes. 
Robin walked out of the band room, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she held her trumpet case in her hand. She hated having practice because you would always be right outside, close enough that if she wanted to she could just talk to you, yet still out of reach. Yet it seemed that today, you would be closer to her than before. 
“Ohhhhh, shit, I’m so sorry-” Robin stammered as she knelt to the floor picking up the instrument’s case.
“No- no- it’s my fault I totally tripped you- on accident of course, I never would've wanted to trip you on purpose it’s just that I wasn’t looking.” You rambled on kneeling on the floor to help pick up some sheet music that had also fallen onto the floor.
You looked up over at her, as your hands met when you reached for a paper. “Oh, is this supposed to be for the next game?”
“I’m sorry what?” Robin's mouth felt dry, she couldn’t believe she was standing in your sheer presence and now you were talking to her and touching her hand? It felt unreal. 
You waved the paper in the air as you handed it to her, “Is it the music for the basketball game, next week?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s uhm, supposed to be for the next game- you already knew that though because you just said it and of course you are going to be at the next game because you, well cheer and- and I- I cannot shut up holy shit… I’m sorry. You probably don’t,” Robin cleared her throat, “want to hear me talk that much. Shutting up now.” Robin let out a nervous laugh. She was so convinced she had ruined everything, even the chance of you becoming friends or even just people who you talked to in the hallway. 
“It’s totally okay, don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.” 
Robin was sure she looked like a deer standing in front of headlights. Her brain was definitely fried from pulling all nighters and drinking too much coke. There was no way you just called her “cute”. 
Calling her “cute” was totally different from you calling her “nice” or “friendly” or even “not as annoying as everyone said.” And there was also no way you were actually flirting with her. Or were you? 
Robin’s mind felt like it was running a thousand miles a second.
You could feel what you thought was an uncomfortable silence. Maybe Robin didn’t get your hint. “Hey you know what I just remembered? I’m supposed to come up with a new routine for the girls on the team- its a whole thing- but, I was thinking, maybe I could come over and practice at your place on Friday and you could serve as the music? It’s silly, I know but-”
“It’s not silly at all, it sounds like a great idea. I love it, but are you sure you don’t have plans with your boyfriend?” It was Robin’s last ditch effort to confirm that you were in fact into girls.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m actually not really looking for a boyfriend right now,” you said, trying to enunciate the boy part of it all. 
Robin’s eyes were wide open as she got your message, “Oh! Okay, then yeah it totally works for me, I can swing by later and give you my place…”
“So it’s a date?” you asked hopefully.
Robin swallowed, “Yeah. A date.” 
You smiled and squeezed Robin’s arm, “I can’t wait.” 
Robin watched you float down the hall, a new bounce in your step as you headed over to a group of girls Robin wasn’t really a fan of. ‘A date’. The words echoed in Robin’s mind. She was going on a date with you. It felt truly unreal. Yet somehow, a part deep inside of Robin felt like it was meant to be. It was just you and her.
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hairstevington · 1 year
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Steve is NOT straight
Platonic Codependent Besties Steve x Robin (Steve is bi and Robin had no idea somehow, also a hint of Steddie 😉)
1K word one shot based on this text post by my buddy @steviesbicrisis because a lot of people liked it and wanted more of it lol (link to Ao3)
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“Ha ha, very funny Harrington.” Robin said as she lay across her friend’s lap. Steve had asked her to paint his nails black, because he saw some rockstar do it and decided that he could too, even though, as Robin often pointed out, Steve was a pretty boy. I don’t HAVE to be a pretty boy. Steve would always respond. Steve…. Robin would say, ending the conversation. 
“What’s funny about it?” Steve asked, confused. When he’d asked her to do this, he didn’t realize that the best method would be for her to lay on top of him, her stomach on his thighs, weighing him down. He was in the corner of the couch, his hand resting on the arm of it, and Robin insisted that she needed to be eye level with his fingers to do it properly. Three down, seven to go.
“You know, sometimes your humor is just kind of annoying.” Robin said, frowning. She loved Steve, but he drove her crazy sometimes.
“I’m not joking?” Steve responded. Robin finished the fourth nail on his left hand and shifted to face him. 
“I just don’t appreciate you making all these jokes that you’re gay when you know I’m actually gay. It’s a little insensitive.” She turned back to his nails with a huff, focusing on his thumb so she could complete the first hand. 
“Usually, yeah, I would agree, except once again, I’m not joking. Wait, did you seriously not know…?” Steve’s confusion turned to shock. She has to know. We spend every waking moment together. I tell her everything. 
“Steve Harrington, you are not gay. Need I remind you of your blind love for Miss Nancy Whee-”
“I’m not gay, I’m bisexual. Where the hell have you been?” Steve asked, his shock now turned to anger. Robin sprang up from his lap, nearly dropping the bottle of nail polish in the process. “Careful, the carpet!”
“WHAT.” Robin exclaimed, taken completely by surprise. “No, no. We would have definitely talked about this before.”
“I thought we HAD talked about it.” He responded. “Like the time I drunkenly kissed Tommy at that party and then drank more to cover up the fact I liked it?” 
“Oh my God.” 
“And then last summer when I dated that guy Mark?”
“No shit, you were DATING him?” Robin asked, aghast.
“Uh, yeah. Are you being for real right now?” Steve asked. “I literally would tell you when we were going on dates.” 
“I thought you were saying that because I was going on dates with Vicki! I thought you were being cute!”
“Robin, when have you ever thought I was cute?” Steve asked, wanting to run his hand through his hair and stopping himself once he remembered his nails were still wet.
“OH MY GOD!” Robin screamed, jumping up and pacing the floor. “Oh my god. You’re right. It’s been there this whole time.” 
“Me swearing by using Farrah Fawcett hairspray and having a lesbian for a best friend didn’t tip you off?” 
“Okay, okay, don’t be too hard on me. You didn’t know I was gay at first either.” Robin said, crossing her arms.
“How the hell was I supposed to know that?” 
“Um, EVERYTHING about me??” Robin replied. 
“Not the same. We weren’t that close yet.” Steve insisted.
“Bullshit, we’ve been buds from the very first scoop, Harrington.” 
“Okay! Well, now you know I guess! Because for some reason I wasn’t CLEAR enough before?” Steve yelled incredulously. He’d moved from anger into being amused by the whole situation. “Jesus, does nobody know? Nancy? Dustin?” 
“I don’t think so. Oh my god I have to call everybody.” Robin said, her mind going a thousand places at once. 
“Slow down, Buckley.” Steve said, holding his right hand up. “Paint me first, out me later.” Robin couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, then resigned herself to lay across him the other way. She thought to herself in silence for a few moments, finishing two nails with ease.
“Bisexual. Holy shit.” She muttered.
“I gotta say, it’s pretty embarrassing that you never realized.” 
“I’m sorry.” Robin said sheepishly. She painted another two nails. Just the pinky left.
“No, I mean, it’s embarrassing for YOU.” He clarified. Robin elbowed him in the stomach.
“Screw you.” She finished the last nail and put the top back on the bottle. “You’re all set. Wait like ten minutes and you’re golden.” 
“Perfect. I have a metalhead I need to impress.” Steve smirked. Robin rolled off him so he could stand up, then blew on his nails to speed up the process. 
“You’re kidding.” Robin said, the realization hitting her.
“Robin, we’ve been over this…” His hands flew to his hips, but he was careful of his nails. He didn’t need them to be perfect - chipped nails were hotter anyway, everyone knew that - but he didn’t want black paint on his new sweater. Robin looked him up and down.
“Fine, whatever. Pretty boy.” She smirked. He glared at her, then down at himself. 
“Shit, you think I should change?” 
“Aw, come on. Munson’s had heart eyes for you since you met.”
“Well, I’d hope so. We’ve been dating for a while now.” 
“Shut up, no you haven’t. Am I an idiot? Is my gay card about to be revoked? How have I been so dense??” She ranted, theatrically. Steve laughed.
“Okay, that was a joke. I mean, we’ve made out a few times but we’re not official or anything.” 
“OH MY GOD!” Robin yelled again, unable to control her excitement. “So EDDIE knows you’re bisexual?”
“Uh, yeah. He taught me the word and everything like a week after we met. Seriously, Robin, I think you might actually be blind.” 
“Nancy will back me up on this.” Robin insisted.
“Whatever you say, babe. You go do that and I’ll go do some very non-straight things with Eddie.” 
“Okay, then. Hey Harrington?” Steve paused at the doorway, turning back to look at Robin. “When you tell this story to people, could you…not? I mean, could you leave out the part where I didn’t know?” Steve rolls his eyes.
“No can do, Robin. It’s the only surprising part of the story, and it’s hilarious. See ya later!”  
The door shut, leaving Robin alone in the empty room. She sat on the couch, replaying every conversation her and Steve ever had, going over every fact of him that she could recall.
Jesus. She really was dense, wasn’t she?
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definitely not (super loosely) based on personal experience 2 weeks ago but like. juke randomly sitting next to each other on the plane >
it’s luke’s millionth flight and the boys are on their way to another city for yet another gig (sunset curve doing well they flying) but it’s only julie’s like 5th (or 100th time- irrational fears are irrational for a reason) time or soemthing. so understandably she’s nervous as hell. especially about the turbulence (and yes ray she knows it’s totally normal and is aware that it’s just like a car driving over potholes or an uneven street but it still freaks her out blame the anxiety)
julie’s kind of found a way to help her through the anxiety though: talk to literally anyone within her direct vicinity to distract herself from the bumpy flight. and usually it’s a friendly old man, or a woman in her mid-50s; and julie’s been pretty lucky with how friendly everyone is and how willing they are to help, and will be forever thankful to them
but the problem is, this time ‘round her neighbour is a super cute guy who’s kinda making her just as nervous as the accelerating plane that’s about to take off and julie’s starting to rethink her strategy..
maybe she can just do this herself-
the plane lurches slightly to the left as it leaves solid ground, the gusts of wind outside making it hard for the pilot to keep it as steady as julie would like.
she grips the seat armrests, tries to keep her eyes on the outside world through her tiny window, but her heart won’t slow down and she feels like she’s about to throw up-
“hey so um,” julie whips her head to the side, cringing slightly when she sees the guy sat next to her had his eyes already closed. “do you- do you mind if i just talk to you whenever there’s a bit of turbulence or uh-” julie swallows against the rising panic as the plane continues to shake from side to side the longer they fly through the clouds. “it’s just i- i-panic-when-there’s-turbulence-and-talking-can-sometimes-help-me-stay-distracted-but-it’s-fine-if-you-want-to-sleep-i’m-so-sorry-to-bother-you-maybe-just-ignore-everything-i-just-said.” julie rushes through that sentence in one breath, her heart ready to beat out of her chest as her eyes flick back to stare out the window.
she doesn’t dare to look back at her neighbour, too embarrassed and too panicked to even consider the situation she’s currently in.
okay julie, deep breath. this is totally normal, it’s totally fine. look at all the people sitting around you half asleep, completely relaxed. it’s fine, it’ll be alri-
the plane dips down and back up, making julie’s palms sweat and any thoughts of reassurance fly out her mind.
she closes her eyes shut, only to immediately snap them wide open again, gaze back to being glued to the clouds still surrounding them.
she doesn’t know what to do anymore, eyes scanning any hope of seeing the grassy fields below or maybe even a hint of an outline of land — anything she can focus on that isn’t a white haze.
and just as another considerable bout of turbulence hits, julie feels a warm hand coming to rest over hers, accompanied a second later by a low, gentle voice.
“hey, you’re good. i’m- i’m luke. what’s your name?”
julie turns her head at the voice, eyes tracing up from his hand resting on hers, all the way up to his worried gaze.
she can’t help but stare for a second, mind momentarily distracted by his hazel eyes.
“uh- i’m-” julie stops when her voice falters for a second, then clears her throat and tries again. “i’m julie. i’m really sorry for the way i uh- introduced myself earlier.” julie tries for a sheepish smile, but feels it turning into a grimace when she feels another substantial dip beneath her. she reflexively turns her head to stare out the window again, only to stop mid-way when she hears her neighbour — luke — speak up again.
“nah, that’s fine, no need to apologise. i get it. my buddy reggie used to be terrified of flying.”
“used to?”
“yeah we uh,” it’s only when he pulls his hand away to self-consciously rub at the back of his head does julie realise he had still been holding her hand. “we kinda fly a lot now that we’re getting a decent amount of gigs. we’re a band, sunset curve?”
julie thinks the name sounds familiar, but she can’t really trust her brain to function properly at the moment. she smiles at luke apologetically, shaking her head once.
“let me guess though,” julie let’s her eyes roam down the rest of luke’s top half, eyes lingering only for a second on his ridiculously exposed arms before landing on his calloused fingers. she’s about to look back up when she notices little smudges of ink colouring the tips of his forefinger and thumb.
ah, there it is.
“you….play guitar? and maybe hmm..write some of the songs?”
luke’s eyes light up at her words, the easy grin popping up on his face blinding her for a second.
jeez he was cute.
“how’d you guess?” julie smiles at his excitement, watching him as he sits up a little straighter.
“let’s just say…a fellow musician’s hunch?” julie shrugs. “something about you reminds me of someone.”
“you a musician? what d’you play?”
julie smiles sadly at him. “i used to sing and play the piano. now i kind of just,” julie‘a gaze shifts from his to the seat in front of her. “listen to music.”
she can practically feel his curiosity flowing out of him next to her, but is pleasantly surprised at his restraint.
“what kinda music you listen to?”
julie turns to answer, but freezes when another bad shake forces her to close her eyes.
she takes in a deep breath — in, out, in, out.
“i kind of listen to a bit of everything,” luke says, as if they hadn’t been interrupted. “but i try to focus more on whatever genre i’m trying to channel in my songs whenever i’m working on a new album.”
she feels him rest his warm hand over hers again, gently squeezing.
“this okay?” he asks quietly.
julie nods, eyes slowly easing open again.
“but yeah i like to think i’m pretty open-minded when it comes to all genres of music, although reggie kinda tests that when he slips in his country songs in my journal. like i get it? but maybe it’s just not for me? right now? i can see how i can get inspired by country in the future maybe for an album way way way down the line, but like. not now. but alex, our drummer, recently started getting into kpop and some of the arrangements i’m really digging so i’m thinking maybe testing that out…” he continues talking about experimenting with music, and all julie can do is smile at his attempt at distracting her. the least she can do is partake in this conversation.
“i listen to a bit of everything too,” she says, turning to smile at him. “my mom raised me on the classics, but always made sure i gave every genre a fair shot. she was a big, big fan of music.” julie pauses for a second, then continues. “she was my main inspiration when it came to writing and performing music. she was my driving force, you know?”
julie sees the moment the curiosity in luke’s eyes turns into sympathy as understanding finally dawns on him.
he smiles and nods at her, gently nudging her to go on.
and for the rest of the flight, julie finds herself opening up about her music and her struggles and her mom for the first time to what should technically be a complete stranger. some turbulence still hit during the flight, making her stop to quickly stare out the window, but luke was always there, squeezing her hand in support and finding something to say to get her to turn back to him.
at one point nearing the last stretch of their journey, julie chances a peak outside her window, only to be pleasantly surprised to see the sun shining uninterrupted through clear blue skies, with never-ending fields of green down below.
she smiles at the view, even laughs quietly at herself.
the clouds were finally clearing up.
and for the first time since julie started flying and speaking to strangers on planes, she may or may not have saved her new emotional support passenger’s number. and followed him on instagram.
and giggled a little when he messaged her the second they walked away from each other at the airport.
yeah, maybe flying might come a little easier to her from now on.
and maybe, just maybe, music will, too.
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kamesama-archive · 4 months
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Pls Id like to know your hcs for Hanafusa with an S/O like…does that guy even date? What type of people does he vibe with? How does he balance his work life with his personal life?? (Hes underrared as fuck imo)
YES. ALL GOOD QUESTIONS. i was so happy when i got this request, omg. HERE ARE MY HOT TAKES. TYSM. these turned out so much longer than i expected bUT I REALLY ENJOYED THIS.
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doesn't date ( at least not in your average manner ? ), doesn't hook up; it is not a field that really tickles his fancy.
he would probably have some unconventional sort of relationship / marriage with a person who can handle his apathy towards the subject ( of feelings, romance, etc ) or a person who understands him, his drive, his obsession or even resembles him.
the whole relationship status with him is just pretty weird, man. it's giving partners-in-crime or study buddies rather than your average label of a lover.
he could be into smart and unconventional people. also independent and upfront people.
he really doesn't mind if his s/o has different moral values or standards as long as they can stand their own ground and do their own thing.
he cannot deal with overly emotional people or those who need constant reassurance, however.
he can respect things like marriage — if his s/o really wants to have that title, he would oblige, but he is not the type to be bothered by such labels.
yet he is dedicated to his s/o. like, he would dissect the world for them. he truly values their partnership.
in relation to family, i have two thoughts; either doesn't want one ( seeing that he walked out of his own ) and has probably destroyed his own sperm to begin with, given all sorts of things that he has injected himself with, OR he wants one solely for the sake of experimenting.
not into drama. not into petty fights. if there is something that he cannot get over, he will just cut people off. simple.
cold anger kind of vibe. it's not even passive-aggressiveness, it's just ice, ice baby. sorry.
outside of 'romantic' relationships, he vibes with a lot of people on some superficial level, because as a doctor, he faces many different people and has to be approachable.
he is pretty capable of showing common courtesy, and he is actually very well liked because he listens to his patients and gives them a fair amount of attention. he will gladly explain things that they have inquires about — hanafusa is not one of those doctors to shoo you away as soon as possible.
though, he gets a little too excited if someone has an interesting diagnosis, so that can be a little off-putting. at least he is very thorough in his examinations. still, his patients are in the hands of a literal mad man.
likes to work with people who are compassionate but efficient; someone else has the role of being the person of sympathy whilst also being capable in cases of emergency, and he appreciates that in his work space.
plus, he needs to be kept in check, so someone bold works, too. therefore, he is not really big on pride and ego — if a nurse can handle an interaction better or has to remind him to act like a normal human being, he will let them do so.
very bad personal life / work life balance. being a doctor is already a time-consuming job, but hanafusa doesn't mind and his thoughts are constantly running. there is so much to learn. so much to dissect.
plus, his whole ordeal with the government is time consuming.
his friends are probably people who have been acquaintances or colleagues for a long time. he is not really quick to give away a title of a friend to someone.
he is probably one of those guys who splits his one day into two days for maximum productivity. somehow.
night owl.
that being said, he sleeps very little and has probably altered his body somehow to allow him to live like so without particular consequences.
funnily enough, he will still hold mini speeches on how energy drinks are bad for you. and will probably recommend some weird ass mushroom for focus instead.
he likes horror movies, but only those that portray interesting and intriguing forms of body horror. otherwise, he likes psychological thrillers or mysteries. think god's crooked lines ( 2022 ).
he also likes nature documentaries and videos about lowkey concerning things. think top 10 torture devices in history or what would happen if you ate uranium.
hanafusa listens to classical music. he likes the dark piano and violin. his taste has that dark academia vibe to it.
has reddit.
he visited deep web for the sake of it.
probably collected bugs and dissected frogs as a kid.
also probably tried eating bugs because he was curious.
asked ohma about his bug diet and wanted to try it out.
probably one of those people who support the idea of getting rid of food and just making nutritional pills or something.
he is neat but like, he has his own mess? man's taking care of disinfection and likely has the best cleaning methods in the world, but things pile up sometimes and he knows his way through his mess. it disorients him if someone touches something or puts it away.
literally, he knows about the paperclip that's chilling by the leg of his desk. he knows his space like the back of his hand.
doesn't own pets, but if he did, he would lean more towards something that can fend for itself — a cat, perhaps. because if he owned fish, those would flop.
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☆ Horror Destiel fic rec group Sometimes you remember just how scary SPN used to be during the early seasons and you just want a feel of that chill running down your spine. Here’s a few Destiel fics that will have that effect on you.
--All fic links go to our tagged reviews--
A Different Kind of Monster by roadtonowhere (lastoryx) & xfancyfranzi [Explicit, 89k words]
Something in Bodie, California is luring truckers to their deaths and Dean’s on his way to take it out. It’s the first time Bobby’s given him a case and, with Sam at Stanford and his dad off chasing demons, he’s finally hunting monsters on his own. When an accidental encounter puts an as-of-yet-unknown monster in the passenger seat of his car, Dean decides to ice him, taking his dad’s old adage to heart: a monster is always a monster. Unfortunately, Dean can’t seem to figure out what kind of monster “Castiel” is and he certainly can’t shake him.
A Million Ways to Go by ChasingRabbits [Explicit, 91k words]
Castiel Novak is a preacher’s son living in a world of black and white. Pragmatic and dutiful, he doesn’t understand why anybody would want to make waves. Then the Winchesters move in down the street. Soon many of the skeletons in the Novak family’s closet are exposed, and as the family faces them, Castiel begins to understand that there are many ways to see the world and so many more ways to live than what he’s been told.
Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos [Explicit, 53k words]
Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There’s just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband’s identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome… and there will certainly be hell to pay.
et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]
There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out. When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.
Half Empty by sinnabonka [Mature, 37k words]
Raging storm, boundless cornfield surging, churning, like an angry ocean crashing its waves over steep shores. Dean comes to in the passenger seat of his car with no memory of what could have possibly brought him to the oddly named bar on the outskirts of the small town in the middle of nowhere. Investigating what first looks like a regular, run-of-the-mill missing people case and trying to bring back memories he’s lost, Dean ends up discovering truth he’d rather remain hidden. Welcome to Half Empty, where nothing is as it seems, and even shadows have secrets of their own.
Number 1 Crush by Duckyboos [Explicit, 103k words]
Dean, Benny, Charlie, Garth, and Cas are old college buddies. In their thirties now, they meet up once a year to shed their adult responsibilities for a week. This year it’s Garth’s turn to choose where they go and he’s still as obsessed with horror and weird shit as he was back in college. He ends up picking a supposedly deserted hotel in the friggin’ mountains. The place is creepy as hell and as night falls, two things become increasingly apparent. One: the place isn’t as deserted as they first thought, and two: Dean’s college stalker is back from the dead.
Revelation 13 by fullvoid [Explicit, 43k words]
It’s Dean’s day off, and he’d like to spend it how he always does—by kicking his feet up with a cold one and watching soap operas—not by discovering an enormous, creepy hole in his bathroom wall that definitely wasn’t there when he went to bed last night. But it’s no big deal. He can just patch it up and still devote plenty of time to Dr. Sexy afterward. There is only one problem. He can’t leave his apartment, and there’s a message on his front door written in…is that blood? And why is it signed by someone named “Cas”? Things can only get better from here, right?
The Angels of Freetown by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 50k words]
Freetown is the sort of place where hardly anything ever happens — a picturesque, close-knit town in the foothills of the Appalachians. Professor Castiel Novak loves his job at the local university’s history department, and he loves his husband, Chief of Police Dean Winchester. Then, one night in September, all the leaves around town drop and an eerie fog descends. Before long, people begin to disappear. When Dean becomes the latest resident of Freetown to vanish, Castiel and an unlikely band of allies set out to bring him back and free the town from the things that roam the fog.
The Lover’s Song by FriendofCarlotta [Explicit, 48k words]
Running an independent bookstore in one of the less glamorous California towns doesn’t make you rich, but Dean Winchester’s life is pretty much perfect anyway. He’s got amazing friends, a whip-smart brother and a husband he loves more than anything: novelist Castiel Novak. Then one night, driving home from work, Dean accidentally runs over a cat. The cat’s grieving owner curses Dean: his beloved will lose all memory of him, and Dean has only a year and a day to bring the memories back. Of course, there’s no such thing as a curse. Is there?
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Hi, I just found your blog through someone else I follow, and it's actually really cool to see another Mabinogi liker out in the wild! I used to be obsessed when I was younger, from like 2008 until 2018-2019. I kind of only stopped because I had no way to play with other people or advance in the story, because uh, Alexina servers sure are all sorts of messed up, or at least they used to be lol. Do you know if there's any like. People that still run old content???
Hello! As someone who has literally played Mabi for half my life I totally understand where you're coming from.
To answer your question I don't know about the community at large, but if you're looking for people who still run old content; I do know a good few people who do.
I actually met my partner (who I now live with) through Mabinogi, and while I was on a bit of break due to my old main not being very good and the content getting a lot harder in modern generations; she dragged me back to it and reminded me exactly why I love this game so much. Since then, we've slowly but surely gotten our friends into it, and now we have a small group who often play together.
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Our group (who actually isn't even entirely pictured here) are all over the place in terms of main story progress and skill ranks. Some of us have caught up to modern releases while others haven't even started Generation 1 yet.
Everyone in the group is of different skill levels and familiarity; with some people having just learned about upgrades and spirit weapons, and others who are more focused on crafting and gathering. So whether you need a dungeon buddy, or maybe you're looking to craft some new gear; typically someone's down to hang out and lend a hand. We do everything from old content like rafting, hot air balloons, fossil restoration, dungeons, generation quests, general skill grinding; to more modern stuff like the later gimmick dungeons (whether that's echostones, the pet dungeon; alban knights, etc.) as well as higher end crafting and gathering; any events coming out, and of course stuff unlocked through later generations as we get to them. Though we do dedicate most of our effort to fashion lol, which is nice because they recently made the style tab free for everyone.
Some of us are more casually into the game, and some of us are out here doing 3D prints because Nexon refuses to give us good merch these days and I want a figure of my character lol. If you ever want to come hang out, since the server merge everyone plays on one server and our little group of friends mostly play on channel 9. We can normally be found around Dunbarton but right now due to the event it's more likely we're found in Festia predominately around that tree that gives everyone awful lighting at night (the big one in the middle).
Of course you are always welcome to DM me on here or whatever if that's easier than blindly trying to find us in game :P
Though if you see this dude in game you can just pester them about it:
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
Thank you for tagging me @sleepstxtic (check their answers out here)!! wow there are a lot of questions.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
6! but two of them are secrets
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
115,357, which I just. I cannot fathom.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Harry Potter
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I don't even have 5 I can talk about 😂 so here are all the non-anymous ones in order of Kudos:
Simulation Theory (35k, Drarry, E): An offer to test out a new invention for Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes turns into a whole lot more when Harry discovers who has the other part of the paired set.
Measure My Lordship With Thine Vulgar Aye (1k, Drarry, M): Draco buys some Muggle magnets for the office.
Draco L Malfoy (the L stands for legs) (1.8K, Drarry, E): Harry could spend the rest of his life in the embrace of Draco Malfoy’s legs. If he was lucky, he would.
Round Robin: Mud, Bath, & Beyond (7k, Drarry, E): Drarry Discord September Round Robin, Prompt: field, Explicit rating, Purple prose (optional challenge: themed purple prose), Draco and Harry are up to something on a Muggle Studies field trip (to a field). (I'm Chapter 5!)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I don't know how to do it good though, because mostly I'm just 😭😭thank you, but I'm trying to write more coherent responses
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I don't think I really have... I guess Simulation Theory is probably the closest to an angsty ending. I'm just too soft for anything but happiness at the end.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
That one I cannot answer yet but it DOES have an answer.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet, luckily! I think I would turn into a worm and sink into the earth if I did (see "too soft for anything")
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes! I don't know what "kind" means - I guess the kind that fits. I'm still new to it though.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Not yet, but I have a PLAN that involves Drarry and Ominis Gaunt and I can't wait to find the time to write it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, if the Round Robin counts! It would be very fun to write a fic with a buddy, though, and I hope I can someday
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
If it hasn't been obvious, it's just drarry. Maybe someday I will venture out, but I am tired and time moves too fast.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Probably the two original fantasy novels I have started and abandoned - maybe I'll finish one of them if I'm lucky
16. What are your writing strengths?
I like to think it's using words weird cause that's what I have the most fun with
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I think it's everything, so really it's just self-confidence 😂 I literally teach people how to write for a job and sit here thinking "who do I think I am, writing stories" A WRITER THAT IS WHO YOU ARE, SHUT UP STAR
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I think it's okay for a few lines for effect, but after too much it's like, I'm not reading this? I can't read this? Why is this here? I think the best way to do it is weaving the other language in with whatever the native language of the piece is.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Drarry! (I am but a wee fandom baby)
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Right now it's one of the ones I can't talk about 👀
Tagging: @jtimu, @drarrymyheart, @ghostofnoir, @annanother-thing (if you want, there are a lot of questions, but tag me if you do!)
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Teen Wolf 1x11
I realize the electricity is more to show the audience what’s happening, but it just makes it look very unsafe. We need OSHA standards for this torture session.
“What are you doing to him? Is that going to kill him?” Allison asks in a vaguely concerned voice like someone isn’t being tortured in front of her. Like, I feel like her reaction would be a little more visceral.
Like, she literally told Jackson that she didn’t think what was after them in the school was Derek so as far as she knows he hasn’t actually done anything wrong. I mean, okay sure he’s definitely not fully human, but still.
“Don’t get all ethical on me now.” Umm, when has Allison not been shown as ethical? She’s snuck out and ditched class (fairly normal teenage behavior - and even those two things were shown as something that she doesn’t normally do) but that’s like the extent of any misdeeds.
I think Kate gets wrapped up in her own psychosis and forgets how regular people would act.
“How else do you think I stay sane?” Buddy, I think we missed that turnoff a few miles back.
Kate did not actually answer her question. Also, I am so confused at Allison’s reaction here. Is she is shock? I know that Allison’s had a thing about being scared, but Derek’s screams and Kate’s levity is so off putting you’d think her compassion would be overriding everything else. I mean, dog’s have big old canines too and she immediately tried to help it, even though she was scared. I don’t get it.
Like, that definitely makes sense that it’s the tactic Kate would use, but this whole scene still feels off to me.
Torturing someone who’s tied up and who, as far as you know, didn’t do anything wrong, as a way to feel powerful is, uh, spineless actually.
We had like two full minutes of Allison’s close up reaction to all of this, which is way more than we’ve ever gotten of Scott’s reaction, and yet all I’m getting from her is shock. Which, I admit is a valid reaction, but I’m going to need to see Allison get angry and mistrustful about her family, and I’m going to need her compassion to rear its head to make this believable.
My experience with crying in front of a cop amounts to him giving me a ticket and basically saying don’t drive angry and then leaving, which is a totally cool thing to say to someone crying so hard I was dry heaving. ACAB.
Nah, I reject this. I know that her wanting to feel powerful has been a theme since literally the first episode, but so has her kindness and compassion and willingness to stand up for people. If this was something immediate and in the moment, that’s one thing, but her watching someone be tortured and then feel cool about killing them is not in character in my opinion.
Have I mentioned that I like Deaton? He’s just so chill.
Like, got kidnapped and escaped, nbd. Carried his employee through the woods and performed surgery to save his life, all in a day’s work. He clearly knows something about Peter, even if he doesn’t know he’s an Alpha, and is just willing to play along without backing down.
Deaton steps forward like a badass. “Like I said, we’re closed.”
Bet you a million dollars his heart rate was fucking steady as a metronome.
Well someone can clearly ward things against werewolves. I wonder why the Argents don’t have that.
“Mountain Ash, that’s an old one.” Huh, I wonder if Deaton isn’t actually fully human himself, like an elf or Druid or something that lives a long time and uses natural warding.
FUCKING BADASS. DEATON, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A KING?!
That effect was well done as well.
Scott, buddy, if you can hear him then he can hear you. Also, you should be sticking around Deaton and figuring out how he got titanium balls, because that dude is clearly the kind of mentor you need.
I mean, I can only guess that the reason he wasn’t helping Scott before is that he didn’t know Scott was involved in the werewolf shenaniganary until Derek kidnapped him.
Are you kidding me, why are we not questioning Deaton about what he knows and how he can help?! Why are we going back to Derek who is still terrible?! This makes no sense!
“They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved.” Lol, again, I’m sort of with Stiles on this.
Stiles is making some points, honestly. But, like, Stiles. I’m glad you’re sitting down because you don’t really have a leg to stand on when it comes to Derek’s history of violence against Scott. Much different scale, admittedly, but still.
“He wasn’t going to kill anyone. And I’m not letting him die.”
I’m not sure why Scott’s so convinced of that. He’s only helped Scott twice, and while this last time did cost him terribly, he’s still been the absolute worst to Scott at every other opportunity. This speaks more to Scott’s character than anything. 
Uhhh, why would Melissa possibly be calling Peter back? She was definitely creeped out by him, I don’t get it.
Oh, my heart. Give Melissa and Scott some hugs stat.
Just now realized that the McCall house is not blue. We’ve only ever seen the outside at night in the blue lighting.
Do we know why her car is missing a side mirror? Am I not remembering an accident? Whether I am or not, it’s actually a nice subtle reference to them not having much money. I’d prefer more of those instead of the clunky dialogue earlier in the scene since presumably Stiles would a) know of their money problems and b) remember that Derek already killed Scott’s first phone like a week ago so he can’t exactly replace another one so easily.
“Scott, you can’t protect everyone,” is a nice sentiment, Stiles, but you literally beat him up and got him beat up because he didn’t protect your pops. You also flat out told him, “You can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don’t have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something.”
Like, what led to the turnaround here? Or is it that you only want him to put his life on the line to protect the people you want him to protect and everyone else can suck it?
So clearly he can get pictures taken without his eyes reacting to the flash. That seems like if it’s an official booking he’d be smarter to not let his eyes react because he’s been so keen on keeping the secret. I guess I’ve never thought he was smart though.
Ugh, Kate is so gross. Did Derek give her info about his his family during pillow talk and that’s why he’s so angry at himself? Still not an excuse for how he treats people, but I can sort of see why he’s been such a bitch about Scott and Allison’s relationship. 
Scott, bud, I need you to go back to Deaton and figure out the thing about Mountain Ash and use it to protect Allison’s house. Work smarter not harder.
Ummm, excuse you guy in the top right of the locker room shot who is jamming to his own beat, I love you.
Scott who’s wanted to play lacrosse since the first episode and who’s spent several episodes in pursuit of this goal even after he turned, just up and quits so that he can go to the dance to protect Allison. I still have to wonder though if it isn’t just about his feelings for her, but also about his ability to anchor himself with her.
Wasn’t Jackson planning on going with her anyway, why’s he being such a dick? Oh, right, it’s Jackson. That’s just his natural state of being.
Lol, trying to appeal to Jackson’s humanity is hilarious.
Stiles, buddy, you are not even close to being always right. But you do have a much better understanding of assholes because you are one half the time.
Wait, hold up. I honestly don’t get what they’re trying to go for with this scene. I mean, I know that in most other circumstances they’d be implying that Scott either very convincingly threatened physical harm or caused actual physical harm.
But, like, actually causing physical harm to someone with intent who’s not actively attacking him is wildly out of character for Scott, and Jackson knows that. There’s literally no threat that I can think of that Scott could convincingly make that Jackson would actually believe.
Jackson, even after he found out Scott was a mythical monster, even after Scott has physically hurt both him and his bff, has still openly taunted and threatened Scott without fear of reprisal. He has too much belief in his own superiority over Scott to be effected that much by just a threat, which means that Scott would have had to do way more than just shove him against a door, and I literally just can’t buy that with the way they developed Scott’s character. They either fucked up Jackson’s character, fucked up Scott’s character or fucked up both in that scene.
Ugh, and now Allison’s character too. What the fuck is going on in this episode?
Because after that four minute traumatic beginning to the episode and her tossing and turning in her sleep, we get smiley, bubbly Allison again? I call shenanigans. Like, they could have gone all in on the mood changes as she struggled to reconcile her whole childhood and her morals/ethics with her new change of heart, but we haven’t gotten any of that so it just seems like bad writing/acting/directing.
Is Lydia buying Allison a dress because she kissed Scott? Because, actually that does seem like a pretty big apology. Now that she’s not attached to Jackson did Lydia Martin find a conscience?
I don’t get it. Why would Allison want Lydia to go with Stiles?
Funny how usually when someone is telling someone else to smile, it’s usually a man telling a woman, but in this episode it’s been Kate telling Derek and now Allison and Lydia saying it to each other.
Bet you ten bucks that Lydia already had her dressed picked out, and is now doing retail therapy because of Stiles.
Peter, dude, you are so creepy. I was going to say that we know he’s got game because he was able to ask Melissa out successfully, but also after he was incredibly creepy she still called him for a second date, so maybe he’s just like this all the time.
I do not fucking get Allison’s characterization in the episode! Vaguely concerned leads to fearful and crying leads to her confidently shooting arrows at Derek’s wanted poster leads to trouble sleeping, then bubbly with Jackson, cautious with Lydia, and now she’s like full on panicking baby deer.
I wish we could have had a conversation between her and her dad where she brings up the book that she initially got from Kate and watched her evaluating gaze as he lied to her again. I wish we could have seen her conversation with Jackson be more subdued as she tries to get out of the dance because of all the stuff going on and he cajoles her into going still, and as they’re walking away she tells him that she found some things out that she wants to tell him.
I wish we saw Peter being creepy and her feeling vulnerable before she slowly steels her spine because she’s gaining confidence in herself.
The way they’re showing this makes it seem less like she’s wavering in her new view of the world and her place in it and more like the director or editor fucked up in the order of events.
“I have to say, Scott, I continue to be impressed with your ingenuity.” I’m going to be honest, it didn’t even occur to me that Scott was responsible for the announcement. I thought she was just lying to get away from him, but now I am also very impressed.
Quite a leap there, Kate. Not that she’s particularly good with logic.
I do like Melissa, even if she’s bad at her job, and I do love the sweet relationship that she and Scott have.
Oh, buddy, alcohol seems like a bad idea.
Scott, you’re going to rip those pants again.
You’d think Scott would have trauma from the bleachers.
Uh, Stiles? What the hell? That was like one step removed from negging, and I’m not a fan.
So many of those people are not high schoolers.
Is it weird to anyone else that Danny’s sexuality has been used to manipulate people twice now? Once Danny and now the Coach. I mean, we’ve seen other characters use their own sexuality to manipulate people on this show, but it’s other people using Danny’s sexuality, and that seems weird. Am I reading too much into that?
Is that the Alpha or the Argents with night vision goggles? Who knows?
Uh, you better not be letting Lydia go alone Stiles.
I can’t believe it took me this long to see it, but Jackson’s arc is running parallel to Allison’s: both want to stop being afraid. Both want power. Both are very much in over their heads.
Okay, not night vision goggles, but still Argents. Oop, and Chris still thinks he’s the beta.
Oh, hey, nice that we got insight into why Allison’s not mad at Scott ditching her in his room. Kind of wish that line drop had happened earlier. I wonder if a scene got cut where they showed that conversation, which led to Allison asking  Lydia to go with Stiles. Because that still makes no sense whatsoever.
“You promise you won’t hurt him?” Holy shit, that came out of nowhere. Like two weeks earlier Jackson fucked up the Molotov cocktail on purpose to try and get Scott killed. And then earlier in this episode it was heavily implied that Scott was physically violent with him.
Oh. I just had a wild fucking thought that is undoubtedly not true, but is literally that only thing that would explain Jackson’s change of heart with both Allison as well as the one in this scene with Chris.
So we’ve already seen with Derek that a beta who is overwhelmed can accidentally transfer memories to Jackson via claws to the neck and also not realize that he’s done it. What if after Scott slammed Jackson against the door he tried to hold him in place by the throat, but when Jackson tried to shove him off, Scott’s claws slipped out. Maybe punctured the same marks that Derek made. Maybe some of Scott’s recent trauma bled through the link that Derek already created.
It would explain why Jackson was willing to help Allison, but also why he was so sweaty and jumpy about it. And it would explain why he doesn’t want Chris to hurt a guy he didn’t give a shit about before because he got whispers of Scott’s trauma but also his kindness and empathy.
This is my headcanon until proven otherwise.
This conversation is all over the place. Yay for Scott telling her how he feels, but I kind of feel like the other conversation was a tad more important.
Well this can’t be good.
But also, fucking lol at this dramatic shit. Peter flipping switches out there to find the right ones for when someone wandered his way.
Lydia, take off your heels and run, girl.
“You’re the clever one, Stiles.” Umm, I’m going to need a clear example of Stiles being clever. Like, he’s clearly smart, he can clearly research, but his plans are always slapdash and only sometimes work.
Maybe that’s just Peter’s way of calling him a smartass.
Also, Stiles, what have you been hiding?
Okay 1) why the fuck would Stiles think that? Again, Derek’s not a particularly great strategist either, and even if he was a great strategist, what evidence has Stiles seen of that, and 2) why didn’t Stiles tell Scott when Scott was panicking about it earlier?
Scott does not have good associations with these busses, Allison. Also, y’all about to get got by Mr. Argent.
Gross, Allison, you don’t know where that glass has been.
Chris, I know that Jackson told you the truth, but you don’t actually know that Jackson told you the truth, and you could have vehicularly manslaughtered a sixteen year old kid right then.
I feel that Scott’s capable enough to make that leap without shifting, and it would have been so fucking funny if he hadn’t, actually.
P.S. I want you to know that I went back and watched the part in the last episode at full brightness like six times and there is literally nothing to indicate Derek took Scott’s phone, and - again - literally no reason to think Stiles would know that he did. This episode should have been called deus ex machina.
In conclusion, 1) why do all of these adults keep going to the sixteen year old to track each other down? 2) setting up consistent characterizations for a season and then switching them up in the second to last episode is, how shall I put this? Bad. And 3) why was Deaton not in this episode way more?
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Chapter 2: Lost and found
-- Part 2 to yesterday's fanfic, enjoy! --
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Training had been a pain. The day wasn't over yet and he was already sore. At first he had welcomed the pain as a fair exchange for peace of mind away from you, but that had been short lived when Maverick picked five rookies "at random" to train alongside them. 
The aim had been to guide a blindfoldes rookie across a maze with words only, apparently, this was supposed to help with their communications in emergencies. Maverick had obviously riddled the maze with traps.
They had been allowed to pick their partner, and Hangman took his sweet sweet time picking his. If he wanted to win, he needed to pick Y/n, if he wanted to stop thinking about her ass, he needed to pick anyone else. Before he could say anything, Maverick deciding he was taking too long, assigned him Y/n as a partner. 
She skipped over to him and gently grazed his muscled arm with two of her soft fingers and Hangman's breath hitched in his throat i  a rather audible fashion. Coyote turned a laugh into a cough and Rooster hid a smile. 
Hangman, having silently decided to quit the marines and move to Norway to live out his life as a sheep farmer, turned a lovely shade of red.
The excercise wasn't as much of a disaster as he'd thought, it was even kind of fun. He'd predicted correctly, Y/n could guess the thoughts in his head better than he could explain them and while it definitely defeated the point of the game, they smoked every other team's ass and placed first. 
Seeing the leaderboard briefly made them forget themselves as they turned back into who they were when they were dating. Hangman, the competitive youngest brother in a football family and Y/n the head cheerleader who wouldn't accept anything but the best from anyone, ever. 
The problems had started when Maverick asked to turn the roles around and Hangman was in the maze. Y/n was a good communicator, she was clear and concise and left nothing to interpretation. Hangman however, was a terrible listener. Y/n chuckled when Maverick had said that, "a running theme in his relationships too" she had almost said.
Y/n was surprised they had managed to get anything done at all during the game, as she found herself being harsh and short. She slipped back into her old self more than she was comfortable with and spent much of the game staring at him. No wonder she had misses no detail in her descriptions, she was eye fucking him from across the airfield. And people had noticed too, specifically, Hangman's buddy, a guy called Coyote, had caught her once or twice. 
In her defense though, there was so much of him to look at, when it wasn't his bulging muscles, it was his fucking ass and when it wasn't that it was his fucking face. Her brain did the embarrassing thing of mentally undressing him every twenty seconds too. Y/n cursed, she didn't want Hangman but her body definitely needed him. She discovered as much in the women's changing room, when she found her underwear soaked. Embarassed she got dressed and fucking hightailed it out of the hangar after being dismissed.
Hangman had been almost literally dragged to the bar this time, and stood there playing pool with the same facial expression as someone trying a lemon for the first time, his Norwegian sheep farming dream still very much alive.
Y/n was on the other side of the Hard Deck, speaking to Phoenix, Bob and some guy he'd never seen before. 
He was exactly her type. Blonde, tall, muscular and a fucking jackass. 
Strangely, that made him feel better, with the way she had turned herself towards the other man, clearly flirting, he figured he might still have a chance. Not a very good one, but a chance. This fueled him with enough energy to win his pool game and piss Rooster off. He paid the team the next round of drinks. 
At the bar, Hangman's behaviour hadn't gone unnoticed by Penny, who had bent over to Maverick to ask for explanations. When they didn't come, she figured she'd stir the pot a little to see what bubbled up. Serving a tall drink of whatever she'd previously had, she brought it over to the woman.
"It's from the blonde guy playing pool over there." She said pointing at Hangman, having done that, she walked away innocently to let the scene unfold. Maverick had seen her actions and approved but tried not to look too happy about it to avoid any unwanted attention. 
Y/n excused herself and made her way to Hangman. He was concentrating on his game and hadn't seen her. Speaking over the music did nothing so as a last resort she whispered in his ear, under the watchful eye of Coyote and Fanboy.
"Thank you for the drink" 
All the hairs on his body stood on end. Hangman shivered and his eyes darkened, if they had been alone, he would have slammed her against a wall and fucked her now but a thread of self control remained and instead he simply dropped his beer and slammed his knee into the pool table in surprise. In her haste to apologise Y/n touched his chest and it sent another shiver up his spine. 
"It's fine, it's fine, don't worry" Hangman shived her off of him and left for the bathroom thinking of all the unspeakable things he would do to her if he could, and hoping that the tent in his trousers wasn't too obvious.
Y/n was embarassed, mostly because she had felt everything going on in Hangman's body. She had felt the shivers, the hairs, the tensing and the strange brain short-circuit he had suffered. And worst of all, she had felt the tent in his trousers when she had accidentally pressed herself against him.
Twenty minutes later, Hangman was out of the toilets. Determined to remain wilfully unaware of the fact that a good amount of the Hard Deck had seen his hard-on and that the same people were now noticing its dissapearance. He was furious with Y/n, she knew what she had done. She knew he used to go wild for her breathy whispers when they were dating. Hangman found her still by the pool table, helping the clean up. And to her credit, she did have the decency to look guilty. It only made him angrier. 
"You want to play that game? You are going to damn well lose." Hangman thought. He knew how to press her buttons, he knew how she really was. Beneath that good girl persona she portrayed herself as, was the same wild college girl she had been when they met. And this good girl was into some nasty shit.
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A Little Menace 3
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Well, shit. I should've known I wouldn't be able to keep this from escalating. I'm still not thinking full-on series for this, but maybe a five-part miniseries? Maybe six... Anyway, things get a little steamy between you and Din in this part.
Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: ornithophobia (fear of birds), cursing, yearning, some light smut, implied bad maternal relationship, modern!din, din djarin x female reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader. Human boy Grogu. Word Count: 2240 Author’s Masterlist
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   The following morning is a Friday, and you’re up at the crack of dawn for no discernible reason, crawling out of bed almost the instant your eyes open, as if you’ve been restless even in your sleep.
   You’re a self-employed web-designer, creating sites and webpages for companies and private citizens alike, so you have some freedom over how much and when to work over the course of a day or week. But today, you get literally nothing done.
   The entire morning is spent repeatedly sitting down to work, only to bounce up again within two minutes, unable to keep your mind off Din for any length of time, constantly staring at the clock on the wall and being disappointed that it hasn’t moved further.    But then somehow, there’s suddenly only an hour left until they’re due to show up, and you fucking panic.
   You’re supposed to cook for them, but you’ve been so distracted by your own wildly inappropriate fantasies all day, that you haven’t even checked your fridge to see what you’re gonna make.    A quick glance has you settling on tacos. Lazy perhaps, but easy and quick to make and most kids love it. And he seems like the kind of guy who’s gonna be happy as long as his kid’s happy, so you’re sure he won’t be disappointed.
   It’s still not quite done when the doorbell rings, so you call for them to come in while you stay in the kitchen to do the last of the chopping and keep and eye on the minced meat-sauce.    Grogu comes running into the kitchen and hugs you around the waist, which you’re not at all prepared for, but you quickly drop the knife to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
   “Hey, buddy. How’d you know I needed a hug today?” you smile through the words and when he pulls away, he looks up and smiles back before letting go of you. “Thank you so much, Grogu.”
   He turns and goes to take a seat by the table, just as Din walks in.    For a moment, your pulse doubles and your vision blurs, showing only him in crisp detail, but then you register his expression, and the bubble of ridiculously distracting infatuation pops. Because while he meets your eyes and gives you a polite smile, he’s not happy.    He looks… low. Despondent.
   “What’s the matter?” you blurt out without thinking.
   His son is in the same room and you’re certain that he won’t wanna talk about whatever’s bothering him in front of a six-year-old. And more to the point, what exactly makes you think that he’d wanna talk to you about it at all?
   Unsurprisingly, he shrugs and makes a generic comment about work, designed to take all drama out of the situation. You know that response all too well, you’ve always been the one to keep people at arm’s length, but it still makes you sad.    Not because you’re disappointed that he won’t confide in you, he barely even knows you, but just because you want him to be happy.
   You let it go, and since you recognize all the little tells he’s giving off, signalling that he’s just not in the mood for making small talk, you keep your focus on his son for the rest of their stay.
   Grogu does great though. He comes out on the balcony without needing you to turn it into a game first, listening attentively as you tell him more about the birds. He even steals a few glances at the magpies that are sitting on the ground, but you refrain from talking about them just yet.    His natural curiosity is good, and you want to give him the opportunity to study them on his own terms first.
   Like yesterday, Din watches from the sofa, but when it’s time for the kid to have his reward, his father stands.
   “Is it alright if I leave you guys for a while? I’ve gotta take care of something, but it shouldn’t take very long.” he asks, and you turn to Grogu.
   “Sure, I think we can manage, right?”
   The kid nods, still fully immersed in the puzzle, and Din leaves shortly after.    You try not to be too concerned by his sudden shift in behaviour, reminding yourself that you know almost nothing about him, but you can’t help but wonder what’s going on, when he was so interested and flirty just yesterday.    And when he hasn’t come back after more than an hour, you can’t hold the burning questions in anymore.
   “Grogu, is your dad okay? It’s alright if he isn’t, we all struggle sometimes, I just wanna know if there’s anything I can do to help him.” you try, fully expecting him not to answer you.
   “It’s mom.” he says, without breaking his concentration, and you’re suddenly stunned into silence. “She’s not nice to him. It makes him sad.”
   You really hadn’t expected more than a nod or shake of his head, at the most, so this very revealing answer is entirely shocking. Both because of the nature of Din’s shift in behaviour, but also because of the fact that the child actually told you.
   “Oh, Grogu… I’m so sorry to hear that. Is she nice to you, though?” you ask, still prepared for him to not reply, but he continues to surprise you.
   “Not really. Just for show. …I don’t like her.” he says, pausing before the last part as if he thinks that it’s something he shouldn’t say.
   Well, fuck that. If his own mother is false enough to make him think that, then as far as you’re concerned, he’s right to speak up about it.
   “I don’t know her, obviously, but she sounds horrible. Do you ever have to stay with her or are you always with your dad?” you ask, hoping to ascertain if this is a shared custody situation, or if Din is the sole guardian.
   “Just dad.” he replies simply, and you breathe a sigh of relief that the kid isn’t being forced to spend time with someone that obviously isn’t a good person.
   “I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart.”
   You’re both quiet for a while after that, you assisting while he works on the LEGO, slowly making progress, before he once again manages to shock you.
   “I like you.” he suddenly whispers, as if he’s been sitting on it for a while and just wanted to get it out, probably afraid that you’ll reject him, a thought that utterly shatters your heart.
   “Thank you, Grogu. I really like you too.” you say, rounding the table to hug him, and he actually leaves the puzzle in favour of hugging you back.
   You stay there, right beside him when he returns to it, and there’s a lightness to him now, a kind of joy that comes from comfort and trust and it makes you both happy and proud to see it.    Secretly, you hope that you’ll get to be his introduction to what a good female role-model is, regardless of whether or not you get any closer to his father.
   Din returns about half an hour later, looking even worse when he first steps into your living room again. But his entire being seems to brighten when he sees his son, sitting in your lap now, smiling and laughing as you’re teasing him with tiny tickles behind his neck while he’s trying to concentrate.
   “Oh, no!” you giggle, “Your dad’s coming to save you from my tickles, what am I gonna do?”
   Din breaks into a joyous laugh as his son squeals when your fingers travel down his ribs, making him squirm involuntarily. Then he joins the game, coming to steal the kid away from you and you feign defeat, throwing yourself on the floor in mock surrender.
   “No! He’s too strong, I can’t stop him… oh, no!” you shout, as Din picks up Grogu and swoops him into the air.
   “Ha ha! I’ve got you, kid, let’s fly!” he announces, before holding the boy above his own head and moving him through the room as if he was an airplane.
   But the game ends too soon, when Din announces that it’s past Grogu’s bedtime and starts heading for the front hall, and the sadness from before soon finds its way into his features once more.    The kid protests with his usual sounds of disapproval, but he knows that he still has to listen, and obediently follows his father, but stops when they reach the door, turning back to come and hug you one more time.
   You hold him close, as you pick him up and carry him back to the door.
   “I had so much fun today, sweetie, thank you.” you coo while still holding him, turning your eyes on Din before asking, “Maybe you can come back tomorrow?”
   But before the man has a chance to answer you, the boy pulls back in your arms and twists his little body to look his father in the eye.
   “Can we, daddy? Please!”
   Din’s entire being seems to go into shock, and he just stands there, staring from his son to you and back again, over and over while he tries to recover.
   “O-of course, buddy.” he finally manages, and the kid whoops and hugs you one more time before you put him down and he hurries home to go to bed.
   But his father lingers in your hallway, pulling the door almost shut after he makes sure that Grogu gets their door open and goes inside.
   “I’ve never heard him sound like that in front of someone else.” he says, and there’s a tremor in his voice and a wetness in his eyes that speaks of strong emotions coursing through him. “What happened while I was gone?”
   “I was worried about you, so I asked him if he thought you were okay, and he told me about his mother.” you explain in a hushed voice, and his expression pales.
   “He-… he never talks about her. I’ve been trying for years to get him to feel okay about talking about her, but he never does.” he says incredulously, and you shrug.
   “I guess I make him feel safe. And if his experiences with women are that they lie and hurt people he cares about, then that’s a huge step forward.”
   He just stares at you for a moment, and then suddenly he’s everywhere as his broad frame envelops you in a tight hug.    His scent overpowers you, the feel of his body against yours amplifying that sensation until you’re unaware that the rest of the world even exists, struggling to keep hold of a single thought anymore.    But you have to. You need to remember that this isn’t him being romantic, just grateful, meaning that if you give in to your impulses right now, he probably won’t appreciate it.
   Even so, you’re trembling with the flood of heat and desire that’s pumping through your veins when he pulls back, so you quickly step away, braiding your fingers together behind your back and keeping your face as hidden as you can without being rude.
   “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” you croak, your voice hoarse from the force of your own pulse.
   But then he says your name, and not in a normal conversational tone either. He says it deeply, hungrily, and you stop breathing, unable to keep your eyes from seeking his, and unable to cope with the look that meets you.    Again, your knees buckle, but in one long stride he’s right there once more, all around you, but this time it isn’t gratitude he wants to show you.
   Tiny explosions erupt in every inch of your skin when he kisses you.    And when your body responds, almost without your knowledge, and entirely beyond your understanding, the intensity of his desire flares and he suddenly has you up against a wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his hips while he licks into your mouth and invites your tongue to a wet dance.  
   All traces of the shy and bashful guy that’s been trading flirtations with you for the past two days, are all gone.    He knows exactly what he wants now, and he doesn’t care if he embarrasses himself trying to show you that, all of which is turning you on even more, until you desperately break away from his lips before you pass out.
   You can feel him through his jeans, hard against your sex as he’s pressing into you to hold you up against the wall, even as he starts to calm himself.    Taking deep, shuddering breaths, you both try to regain your senses, because this isn’t the time or place. Grogu’s all alone and waiting for his father.    It takes a few minutes, but eventually Din lets go of your legs and eases you down before he wills himself into stepping back.
   You both chuckle a bit nervously at your own childish lack of restraint, and you’re sure that you look just as ridiculous as he does, with dishevelled clothes, blown pupils and flushed skin, but neither of you really cares.    You can’t think of anything to say, and apparently neither can he. So instead, he slowly makes his way back to the door and you watch him leave, fighting the urge to tell him that you’re definitely gonna touch yourself to the memory of this before you fall asleep tonight.
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callmenadya · 2 months
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Predicting the end of 2.55
Just finished up the fight for Ishgard, but I haven't started crystal tower yet so I'll give my thoughts just to see what comes of them. Also just some of my thoughts on stories/characters
Spoilers for 2.0 onwards below!
1. Betrayal of the Braves
I think the leader of the Braves is going to backstab Alphinaud. Obviously he's still alive given the trailers, but I think maybe the leader turns the Braves into an evil organization? I don't see any promo materials after this that include them. Idk he for sure killed that other kid. I just don't see the benefit other than money. Maybe he's a monetarist?
2. Alphinaud is SUPER immature
Alphinaud is pissing me off. Still love him, but he is just so naive. "You guys are the absolute worst for not helping Ishgard!! 😡😡"
The Admiral (being logical) "We have to farm out jobs to WOL because we don't have enough people for our own problems? Also we literally JUST had a war that killed hundreds (if not thousands) of soldiers? That Ishgard didn't help with? WOL also just uncovered a double agent within the Flames even though Ul'dah is already on the edge of collapse? Where are we getting soldiers from??" And Alphinaud, who really shouldn't even be at this meeting, gets mad at her! Buddy this is a stupid hill to die on!!
They always say the Alphinaud is the negotiator but I'd argue like half of the other scions would be better candidates. It always is so weird to me that everyone calls him "Commander Leveilleur." He looks and acts like he's 19 (coming from a 19 year old)! Surely Papalymo, Y'shtola, Thancred, or hell even Urianger would be better? Somebody more mature with fewer anger issues.
3. Losing the Light
Also, maybe its just the RPer in me, but I really wish there was more emphasis on WoL losing the light. Hopefully that'll come after the crystal tower quests? Imagine you're the chosen one. The fabric of the universe decides to make you her sword. And some dead fuckin dragon just takes it away for no reason? The main reason anybody gives a shit about WoL is because they are so powerful and special. So the fact that we can't tell anyone that a part of us got ripped away? Minfilia goes "aw that sucks." And we just don't do anything else? Moonbryda probably would've lived if we still had the light. And we aren't IMMEDIATELY swords/wands blazing killing the thing that did that to us?
Every time my WOL shrugs when asked how she's doing I want to tell at the screen. Like "Babes, you're TRAUMATIZED. Everybody uses you for their personal benefit. You just lost like half your ability to fight the people you are famous for fighting. Say something please!" And she does not.
4. Tarturu future?
My final note: If Tarturu dies I'll riot. Idk I'm terrible with facial expressions so maybe it wasn't meant to be sinister but her send off at the end of her little quest is making me nervous.
5. Final Thoughts
I absolutely adore FFXIV, and I hope this doesn't make anybody think I don't. Most of it is great. I'm super happy to be working with Cid and his crew for the Crystal Tower because they were by far my favorite part of ARR. I've really been enjoying the 8-mans even though I fucked one up earlier by not looking up the mechanics beforehand (what a way to be introduced to tank busters lol). It's just some of the story stuff that can be a little frustrating. I know that shrugging off your trauma is kind of just the way it goes with MMORPGs but knowing that doesn't make me feel any better y'know?
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sophieswundergarten · 4 months
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@nobodysdaydreams Come get your Notes!!!
(School is being. A Lot. But y'all know the drill: S.O.S., Amzing, Go read it, thank you)
Judgement Dayyyyyyyyyy
Sounds ominous
Flashback wrap up!! Yay!
MAYBE THINGS WOULD BE EASIER FOR YOU IF YOU WEREN’T CONSTANTLY SNEAKING AROUND, NATHANIEL
Ohhhhh
Milligan and Kate :( 
OH HE’S ASKING THE :LKJSD>
LITERALLY JUST STARTED FLAILING AGAINST THE KEYBOARD
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
TRYING TO CALM DOWN NOW
Oh, come on. TELL THE TRUTH. YOU CAN DO IT. PLEASE.
Come on. Come on, buddy. You can do it. Please.
NATHANIEL
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I don’t know what I was expecting. He’s still trying to make things fit into his ridiculous worldview, even though it’s a little better. Maybe someday…
Bods, I am giving myself nausea I am so invested in this story asjdfj
You are SO talented
Oh dear
Milligan’s wife
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO MOURN THIS. ALL OF THIS. IT’S HARD. ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BE SAD. STOP YOUR NONSENSE.
Mr. Benedict being the best dad in the middle of all this ajdskjfd
(Him and Milligan, at least. The two of them are amazing)
They really need to tell the adults everything. It’s not exactly helping for certain details to come out at such inopportune moments
And now the secret’s out about him stealing the credit for her inventions…
Poor Garrison. Bods, I know you said she’s been “the villain all along”, but I just feel so sad for her. She’s such a special character and you’ve developed her so much I just want to give her a hug. She shouldn’t have done some of the things she did, but all of it is interlaced with such grief and melancholy I can’t ever really be mad at her.
Calling Sticky!!!
That detail makes me such warm and fuzzies. You couldn’t compromise the integrity of the plot to have him there, but they call him every chance they get and he’s genuinely caring about them and wanting to know everyone’s okay <3
Sticky’s Aunt and Uncle Mention!!!!
(They are just barely below Isaac on my list of people who are not at all major characters but I care about probably way too much)
Oh. He finally let go of some of it. That probably was hard, but felt kind of good. I’m glad he could do that.
An hour? He must have actually been pretty tired. I doubt he slept that night (Given he was experiencing a 24 chapter flashback asdhjdfj /j /silly)
SQ
OH, NICHOLAS DOESN’T KNOW, HERE IT COMES
“lovingly but forcefully preventing Mr. Benedict from jumping out of his seat and running off to find the nephew he’d just learned about, though he had no idea of his whereabouts”
Yep, that checks out ajsdfjd
Such a good line. You can always sum up the characters so well in just a single sentence
Constance’s turn!!
“The humility will help him grow”
Y’know what? Sure. That makes sense. Good plan asdfkj
SDFKJLDSDSFKJ:LDSFKJHDSFKJ:HDSFKJ:
SISTER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!
GOING INSANE
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW DESPERATELY I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND SDJFJHDSKJHDSJGD
Wait….
Is the sister psychic?
Ohohohohoho
Fake violets!
“You always did love drama and symbolism, so I suppose it does fit, perhaps as a pseudonym or an alias, but your legal name? Natty, I know method acting is a thing, but that really does take it a bit far.”
Is it bad that I think I like her a little bit too much?
Nessie!!!!
Afsjdkl; ads;kjasldfkj;;sdv lkj; asdf kj;lsadfkjl 
YOU NEED TO STOP IT. I CAN’T KEEP ABUSING MY POOR KEYBOARD LIKE THIS
SEYMOUR THE CAT
Bods, I am hyperventilating
Oh boy. She must have a pretty impressive memory. I’ getting a little spooked
Absolutely cackling that she’s shorter than him
Oh no, now he’s angry. I hope she doesn’t react badly…
OH NO. SHE’S REACTING BADLY. SHE DEFINITELY HAS SOME TRAUMA
Oh dear. Nathaniel…
This is starting to feel like your Christmas Carol AU, with the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come
Only worse
As much as she shouldn’t be hurting people, I’m kind of worried about Nerissa
(Also this reminds me of how fun and scary it was to play with her character blog!)
HAH. I don’t know why the adults think that politely asking the kids ot stay out of it is going to work.
Oh, Garrison
Constance is doing good at being intimidating, but she’s just a child. She shouldn’t have this kind of pressure on her, even if it mostly self-imposed
Pushing people off the roof? Are we taking cues from Cutter now? /j /silly /affectionate
Nicholas trying to be all surreptitious and spy on them adsjfjs
Ohhhhhh
They’re having a real conversation
Hugs for you, Bods
I know I haven’t really made any threats this time around, I’m just too enamoured with the story, so you and your possessions are safe for now
Nicholas makes a good point. She could easily just be a raving lunatic, but Nathaniel is usually sharp enough to catch a liar
I love how eager Nicholas is to hear Nathaniel’s nickname, it’s really sweet. And then Nathaniel is very upset and grumpy about it asjdfjs
It feels weird for me to see Nicholas speculate about whether or not their family used nicknames, because for me nicknames are an inherent part of family. You love someone, that just means you don’t always call them by their full name. My family rarely calls me my real name
Ohoh! And Nathaniel feels guilty about something, and he can finally share that. Very interesting…
AND HE IS HEALTHILY PUTTING HIS EMOTIONS INTO CONTEXT??? IS THERE HOPE FOR THIS MAN AFTER ALL???? /s /silly
I just really like that he uses the word “deduce”. It’s a good word.
OHHHHHHHH
THEY’RE HAVING A SIBLING HEART-TO-HEART!!!!!
I have so many sibling feelings right now. I could almost see this conversation happening with me and my sib. (If one of us were trying to take over the world asjdjasdk)
I really really do love redemption stories. They are so good and I love how sometimes you can “defeat the villain” with the power of friendship. I’m always on Nicholas’ side in that matter
I’m so happy to see all the callbacks to TOS. It makes me ridiculously and inordinately happy to see things starting to come together
SQ TIME
I’m so happy
Nathaniel is really deep in the guilt and self-bame hole right now…
Nicholas is always so ready to accept literally anyone into his family whereas Nathaniel has to be dragged and is so scared. Aw man, just thinking so much about them
Nicholas awkwardly asking about Curtain’s non-divorce akjdsdkjha I love it
PEDALIAN MY BELOVED
I’m really happy that Nathaniel gets to talk about them to someone now. I think he needs it
“you haven’t adopted any of your children” Yeah, maybe, but they’re still his children
I am getting more and more worried about SQ, Bods. He better be okay when we see him again…
Nicholas is having such a hard time accepting that it’s okay the Glenns made mistakes and Nathaniel having a hard time accepting his own mistakes in regard to SQ. THE PARALLELS, BODS, THE PARALLELS
ASKJLFDLKHUDF
AND VIOLET!!!
VIOLET AND JOHN!!!!!! I REALLY CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW YOU HANDLE THEM. I REALLY LOVE THOSE CHARACTERS
I love how you connected them with the violets. Just masterful work.
I’m really curious what happened between Nicholas and the Hopefields/John. I have so many questions
YEAH. PEDALIAN IS STILL HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE AKFDHDSFJJK
I AM TOO EMOTIONS TO GIVE YOU NOTES FOR THE ENDING
IT’S JUST TOO MUCH
WHOOOO!!!!!!!!! That was amazing, as usual. My brain is exploding. So, so many things. Most of this was a “live reaction”, save for the last scene because I got too excited and read ahead without stopping for notes. I just want you to know that I am beyond ecstatic to learn more about what you have planned. I cannot wait. You are such a wonderfully talented human, and I adore your thoughts and ideas. Thank you so, so, so much for sharing them <3
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bearsbeetsbeskar · 4 months
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gorgeous!!! do you have any idea when the next chapter of weedpaw is gonna come out? i love that silly old man 🍃💗
Hello lovely!!!
Don't we all love that grumpy silly STONED OLD MAN 🌚
Life has been super hectic lately as I am wrapping up my first semester of grad school, but I will be starting my winter break soon and I'll have close to a month off to get some writing done! I am definitely hoping to get more writing for the next chapter of weedpaw in that time as I know it's been a while since I updated and some lovely people are anxious to see what happens next!
But as a little treat, here is some of the next chapter as reader and Joel get teased endlessly for their so called 'hangout/ first smoke sesh' 🙈
chapter preview under the cut:
“Mmph- Stef, it wasn’t a date.” You point out flatly.
She pushes you away, still gripping onto your shoulders and laughs in disbelief. “Damn, was the dick that good, that it made you delusional?!”
“Jesus. I am not delusional, and we did not have sex, okay?” Practically hissing the words at her, you pull away and turn to keep emptying the weed jars.
“You said you went over to his house though, and that you spent the evening with him.” She walks around you to stand in front of you.
“Am I missing something?” She raises her eyebrows at you again, but her expression is diluted with concern instead of teasing.
Letting out another defeated sigh, you hang your head. “No. But it’s not what you think. I went over and we literally just smoked, hung out at the food truck festival and then we went our separate ways.”  
Looking entirely unconvinced, Stef crosses her arms over her chest and flashes you with her signature smirk
“I’m serious, Stef. That’s all.”
“Mhmmm,” she drags out the hum placatingly before immediately asking, “did you get his number?”
At that, you look up at the ceiling, wishing it would open up and swallow you whole. It shouldn’t matter really, your pride disintegrated the moment you decided to touch yourself while imagining Joel’s body consuming yours. Acknowledging that you exchanged numbers shouldn’t matter, but somehow it does. The slight tightening in your chest and sinking feeling in your stomach prove that well enough, the notion that your simple act of kindness in helping out Joel was morphing into an absurd teenage crush.
Yes, you got along well. Yes, he was easy to talk to. Easy to flirt with. Yes, he made your nearly hammer out of your chest whenever he was in close physical proximity to you. But he was also just a customer. A middle aged customer with ridiculous Southern manners that made you blush and big baleful brown eyes.
It was easier to not think about it. And yet, you can’t stop replaying the moment that you mentioned being Joel’s smoking buddy in your mind on loop. The way that his face lit up and his eyes twinkled with genuine happiness. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to see that warm smile flash across his face again.
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