#i dont know whats going on behind the scenes but they should have done something publicly anyways

[butchvamp]

really disliking this new corporate strategy of using trans people as marketing (hersheys and now bud light(?????)) where these massive billion dollar brands just expose trans women to the most vile harassment possible while they get to profit off their image and pretend to be progressive. like wow cool you put trans women on your chocolate bar and your beer cans but are you like, doing anything for them and the wider community or are you just parading them around...lol. also it really frustrates me that people will eat this shit up. brands targeting the lgbt community as a marketing demographic is not a good thing, actually. it should piss you off that target sells tshirts with the word queer on it. it should piss you off that hersheys "we use child slave labor" chocolate is trying to target you specifically with their advertisements

[torchstelechos]

Do yall think about the ending of ISAT in any other characters POV? Cause I think about it so much, that must be buck fucking wild. Like, you get to Dormont after MONTHS of traveling with these people, you're feeling strong, you feel like you have a chance, so yall go separate directions to get everything done before the big day tomorrow and your buddy Siffrin goes to take a nap. You're like, ah! Classic Siffrin, so silly and nonchalant about everything, they never once thought we would lose. What a swell fella :). Then not even a full half a day later, more like a few hours later, he appears out of no where with a fucked up face and starts hitting you exactly where it hurts emotionally. No reason! You didn't do a fucking thing! They just fucking went for it! And now you're pissed cause that was a close friend of yours that you considered family, you're sad, you're mad, you dont understand what happened. You meet up with everyone at the clocktower early because apparently he did that to everyone! So good! Good! It's not just a you thing! You all talk it out and you all agree that maybe you should leave them behind tomorrow if they keep acting like this. Except. Except. They never came to the clocktower, they never came to talk to you about what happened and thats. Not acceptable. You need to understand what happened because after sleeping on it, why did he do that? They wouldn't ever do that to all of you, so something must have happened!

And then a Star appears.

And you learn exactly what has been happening behind the scenes but it doesnt make sense. But you know that your buddy just went to solo the house and you know they arent strong enough to do so, you know exactly what their level and strength and weaknesses are and the King is rock type! He's going to kill Siffrin if you dont go save them! So you start running through the house to go save them while the Star guides you, but the doors are all unlocked. There are ghosts everywhere. The hallways dont make sense. Something is broken, failing, and you are running out of time. so you climb up and up and up until finally you get to the final floor and then to the King's room expecting Siffrin to be a splat on the floor but. He's still alive, theres a chance! So you go and protect them from the King but uh, huh. The King is nearly dead? Siffrin almost solo'ed the King? A scissors type versus a rock type nearly won? And it was only a nearly and not a he won because Siffrin was frozen in time? What???? So you freeze the King, you save Siffrin, but they're injured and sick and have a fever so you try to take them to the head housemaiden to get healed but uh. Shes speaking nonsense??? Utter bullshit. Skipping, repeating, saying things out of order, and then she says you all can go home and everything falls apart around you.

Cause Siffrin? Yeah, your buddy who was being a tad bit of an asshole? And they just solo'ed the bad guy without you? Yeah, he's the last boss you need to beat actually. And they're huge! So big! You get ready for them to fight you, except he. Attacks himself. In front of all of you while crying. He's sad. They're hurting themself. You can not do anything but you start to connect the dots and you figure everything out. Then everything becomes normal again and they say what they wished for and hey! You wanted that too! So you hug them as he cries himself out and all of you are tired. That was a lot. They're craft tired and sick but they're okay. So you're happy and relax. They want to go back to Dormont, so you all go. Then THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE WALTZES OFF ONLY TO COME BACK INJURED TO HELL AND BACK???? He said he was going to go say thanks to that Star person, who you still aren't sure is a person but whatever, and then he comes back exhausted and clearly just used craft after being told not to?

And YOU STILL DONT KNOW HOW SIFFRIN BEAT THAT FUCKER AFTER SOLOING THE HOUSE, OR THE DEAL WITH THAT WEIRD SHADE IN THE SKY IN THE SHAPE OF SOME FUCKING WEIRD LEGUME. WHAT. HOW???? WHY??????????

Anyway I think about this a lot, it must have been a long and confusing two days from their POV

[n3xii]

Pick a card ~ What's your archetype + your storyline

Hey guys, i wanted to do a reading that illustrates your current life situation through the lenses of archetypes and storytelling. today, you have three piles to choose from; your reading will tell you what archetype you are embodying at this moment and the specific storyline that may play out in the context of this archetype.

An archetype is a recurring symbol or motif throughout literature and media. it's the primordial mental image inherited from our ancestors that categorize people into vague ideas or concepts. According to Carl Jung, an estabkished psychologist and psychoanalyst, it's said that we all have a collective unconscious understanding of all these archetypes that we can tap into for various purposes. for example, if you've ever heard of the ''shadow self'' then you've already encountered a Jungian archetype, this archetype is meant to help us confront deeper, hidden parts of ourselves that we tucked away.

One single archetype may not describe you perfectly, as archetypes can be dynamic and ever becoming, so let this reading be a soundboard for your own personal understanding of who you are and where you're going.

heres info about getting a reading from me: services

PILE ONE

your archetype- the nine of pentacles ''the independent woman''

this card portrays the archetype of a feminine who is self-reliant, independent and enjoys their own company. you do not have to be a woman for this archetype to apply, as archetypes describe ideas and motifs, not specific genders. this archetype also exudes a sense of inner peace and contentment: a person who embodies this archetype knows how to find the beauty around them, they know they can rely on themselves to provide stability and success through their own hard work. this archetype values autonomy, aesthetics, hard work, and solitude.

Your story line- 7 of pentacles, the fool, 4 of swords, judgement

your storyline is fixated on patience and waiting, at this point in your life you may feel that you're in the phase of growth and harvesting your wealth and abundance all around. You may feel you're on the ''brink'' of something taking off, I feel that your purpose deals with your ability to grow and assess yourself for progress. I feel like you're in the part of the story where the protagonist is experiencing frustration, they feel like they have put in the work but have yet to see substantial results from what they have done. you feel that you put in the work, you should see that manifest in the real world. your archetype is being moved in the direction of taking a leap of faith, of trusting the process blindly even though they dont know whats going to happen. you're the protagonist who places more faith what they can see rather than what they can sense, you're frustrated because you want to see results in the physical instead of trusting that movement is already happening behind the scenes. for you, having faith is the recurring lesson and momentum of your storyline. the climax of your storyline is represented by the 4 of swords. the 4 of swords is regularly a mundane card of rest and reflection, but for you, this is the cultivating event that occurs. as the hardworking, independent, self-reliant archetype, learning to take a break and reflect on where you are internally instead of trying to make movement happen in the physical world will feel very disorienting. its not so hard for you to be in solitiude, but to take a breather from pursuing goals and action is the hard part, and that precisely what i see as the climax of your storyline. taking time to reflect on yourself and go within the avenues of your mind is the inciting event, taking a break from movement will harden your sotryline into place. The conclusion or resolution of your storyline is represented by the judgement card. i feel this is a realization, a revelation that awakens you on a spiritual level. the momentum behind your storyline was learning to have faith, to trust the process despite not seeing evidence in the physical world. so i feel the ultimate conclusion for your protagonist is a spiritual or philosophical awakening. you will reach a higher level of understanding that allows you to contextualize your growth beyond what you can see. you will achieve a revolutionary understanding of yourself and of your growth.

PILE TWO

your archetype- ace of wands, the element of fire/ the seed

ok, for this pile. you are not honed into one archetype but rather an energy, or potential. you're characterized by the element of fire and smoke, you're chronically at the start of something new and you're at the start of realizing your own light. you're seed at the root of life. to be specific, you're the archetype of someone who can't be placed in a box or tamed by one image or phrase because you simply the potential, the energic seed. you cant be conceptualized, and perhaps your experience a feeling directionless in your life because of this. as the element of fire you have the option to destroy or enlighten. you can impassion or burn. its up to you.

your storyline- justice, 8 of cups, 9 of swords, knight of cups

your storyline is characterized by fairness, equity and making big important decisions about your life path. as someone who is simply the archetype of fire, of raw potential, your storyline is to make a choice of where you want to go on your path. but this choice is an important one and dictates the course of your life. the lesson you ultimately learn as the protagonist is when to move on and release certain things. truth and integrity is something you strive for on a deeper level, so making fair, descions based on clairty is something you value, so I feel like on your path, you will encounter the choice to leave something behind or to detach emotionally many times. this will be very difficult for you, but this theme of choosing when to leave and when to detach will be a recurring theme throughout your life. learning what your path is and taking action to stay committed to this journey is the lesson. and this choice will be a Indepth process of weighing out the pros and cons, of trying to do the right thing thats fair to yourself and other's. the climax of your storyline is represented by the nine of swords. this will be a very mentally choatic or active climax, and it will involve extreme anxiety and overthinking. ultimately however, your resolution is represented by the knight of cups. learning to lead with your emotions and to trust your intuition will be the ultimate outcome for you as the protagonist. trusting yourself with your own emotions and going with your instincts when it comes to what your path should be is the direction you are going.

PILE THREE

your archetype- the page of swords - young messenger, the spy.

the page of swords is young, open minded, smart, alert and very curious about their environment. traditionally speaking, the page of swords has been associated with the archetype of the spy; someone who can adapt to their surroundings and gather information as quickly as they can pass it on. you dont spy on people per say, but you do watch and observe others, you may act as a intermediatory between people for their communication, you're curious about the world and new ideas spiral around your mind like little nats. You're the archetype off someone enjoys mental stimulation, and you know how to find that stimulation in unconventional ways or without needing to actively engage with others all the time. You're alert of you're surroundings, details matter to you and you notice things other people don't because they're not quiet enough to pick up on it. You're the archetype of someone in their mind alot, soneone who may overthink or over analyze

Your storyline- the devil, death, 3 of wands, page of wands

You're in a place right now where you feel bondaged, stuck or held back. You may feel that there's hierachal or manipulative forces at play that are creating a shadow over your life, you may feel like there's not a lot of room to move around and do what you want because of illusions of control. This is the part of the story where the protagonist feels like a victim to their circumstances and they don't know how to wiggle out of them. However, im seeing that the lesson here is represented by the death card, which means the lesson you're learning is transformation. You're learning to release what doesn't have power over, illusions, and stagnant situations throughout your life. Death is a very humbling thing, the only thing we can take with us in death is ourselves. When you die, everything you've worked for will be dirt, and all you have is the core of your being You're overall lesson in the story is to release all the bondages snd attachments to things that aren't really apart of who you are. The climax of your storyline is represented by the three of wands. This tells me that the peak of the story arch is you moving, going new places, exploring and expanding past your comfort zone. The climax here is you taking action and experincing conplete freedom, going past boundaries and seizing new territory. The illusions and restrictions you experience mentally correspond to you're enviroment, you're the archetype of someone who is mentally stimulated, so when your enviroment is dull, restrictive and grey, you also feel like what's possible for you to equally restrained. When you release bondages to your ego, illusions of control and allow transformation to occur naturally, you reach new horizons. And I feel you may initiate alot of transformation through moving and traveling. The conclusion to your story arc is that of the page of wands, the page of wands is someone young or new to their craft. They're trying new hobbies and interests. They're putting themselves out there to learn and grow through the action they take. It's interesting, because you start out as a very mental, mind oriented archetype but I think by the time you move through life you will be a completely different archetype. Most people will be but its emphasized very much in your reading. The transformation and lessons of cycles ending will be imperative to your life purpose. You will be action oriented as opposed to mind oriented, you will not let blockages hold you back in life.

[lovendermist]

i dont know if u do aus but if u do🥹 i have a tini tiny request of an actor au where reader and hange are both famous actors, they get casted in a movie where its their first time working together and fans begin editing their chemistry and after some time they get together because maybe one of them already likes the other and finally asked the other one out hmmmhmhmhm🤨🤨 if u ever decide to write this THANK YOU

a scenario and headcannon PLEASE

Actor!Hange x Actor!Reader

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you... even I do

Type: Headcanons, Scenarios, fluff

WC: HC: 332, Scenario: 4k

Pairing: Actor!Hange x Actor!Reader

A/N: Firstly, I had written too much than I expected and I feel very guilty. Secondly, this was fun to write. Thirdly, I hope you like this one anon, cause oh my, did I have a lot of giggling done while I was writing this. I honestly have low hopes for this one to go well, but I wanted to do it justice, hence the late upload. I hope you like it regardless! ;v; I also forgot if there was anything else I should've italicized. I did this on the notepad on my laptop, so. Please ignore any typos or else I will die.

(Also, a text with [this] means it's your text. I just didn't feel like doing that y/n business for this one.)

hange masterlist

HANGE ACTOR AU: PROJECT 1

ACT 1: HANGE

I wholeheartedly believe Hange is naturally flirty, even to their past co-stars and actresses

It's kind of what they're known for, actually. If it's not their big projects in the past, it's their flirtatious and witty behavior

Hange stars a lot in action, thriller, and crime films

Very rarely in some sci-fi movies

Hange doesn't always wear glasses, they're wealthy enough to afford contacts

But when they do, the public screams how perfect they'd look in sci-fi films, especially with the type of glasses they have

The public also screams how insanely hot they look with it

There's been some times where Hange does wear their glasses during movie premiere red carpets

And what makes the public lose it when they wear their glasses is that during these interviews, they occasionally look at their co-star with such adoration

A straight up half-lidded gaze, tilted head, and occasional lip twitches as their co-star talks

It's all inadvertent, they'd say in another interview

But the next victim of Hange's glassy-eyed stare? You.

ACT 2: YOU

Your career consists of mostly side characters in arthouse films

The sharp-witted, helpful, sometimes annoying side character

You occasionally get a center role, though

Sometimes you star in drama, horror, or even action

But soon, you get paired up with Hange in one of their main career genres

A crime film, with you as Hange's sidekick, an assistant of sorts

The film has a certain twist to it, where your character is actually the one pulling some of the strings behind the case Hange's character and you yourself were working on

And it includes a scene where— if seen under a different assumption, a different light— you'd think it wasn't a heated interrogation but a build up to something more

A different kind of heated, let's just say.

But after all that time on set, and now during that red carpet interview,

You're not sure if Hange's scrutinizing gaze is all part of the act anymore

ACT 3: ACTION

The cameras flash and the people scream out both of your names to get your attention. You two are the stars of the night as the movie premiere's red carpet event takes place. You answer some of the interviewers as best as you can, trying your hardest not to give out any spoilers, but other than the paparazzi's gazes, you can feel someone else's eyes on you.

From your peripheral vision, you can see the way Hange towers just beside you, ready to jump in to give an answer of their own if needed. You think you're seeing things, but after a while you notice that Hange's eyes are not on the interviewers where they should be— but on you instead. Their grey glasses glimmer under the light of all the flashes sometimes. When you turn to look at them, they only smile back ever so softly.

You've known them to be a flirt. You do a bit of your own research before jumping into a project after all. It's been said by their past co-stars time and time again that they have a charming and playful personality, and flirty is not exactly far from the top 5 words the world has been using to describe them.

Was it your turn to be under Hange's watchful, half-lidded gaze this time? Instead of mulling on it over and over, you decide that it's best to focus on the event for the meantime. You don't want the cameras to catch you zoning out now, do you?

"So you and Hange have amazing chemistry on-screen. Was it hard to maintain that bond off-screen, considering it's your first time working together?" The interviewer asks.

"No, not at all! They have an easygoing personality, so you can imagine what that's like." You both smile as you answer the question, "Hange knows this is a bigger project than what I usually do, and they helped a lot in making me feel settled and welcomed. So that already helped a lot with our dynamic even off-screen."

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Hange's soft voice speaks up as they pull you a little bit closer by your waist. You laugh in surprise at their sudden action, and even the interviewer can't help but be entertained by Hange's antics. You can't tell if they're just playing around or being true to themselves at this moment.

Throughout the event, all eyes are on you two. Hange is much more of an expert than you in dealing with the public and reporters, so for the most part, you let them deal with it. But you work together really well, the answers and banter flowing easily without a single problem.

"Well don't you two seem awfully close. Did the on-screen chemistry match the off-screen one?" Another interviewer asks.

"Oh, well you know. On-screen chemistry often translates off-camera too." Hange leans in closer to the mic, their voice low and teasing, confidence in full display as they answer the question. They even add a wink after answering.

"Oh, you flirt," You tap Hange's arm playfully, "Ignore them."

Hange laughs at your interjection, "See what I mean?" Hange pulls you closer to them, "This one keeps me in line."

As they pull you closer to them, you realize you're not exactly sure anymore if Hange's flirtatious character is just a front or if they're being serious for real. Sure, there's truth to their words: You do have great chemistry on and off-screen, but how much of Hange's flirty answers are true? Are you their next victim? Were you willing to be, anyway?

In the midst of this excruciatingly tiring event, you don't miss the way Hange's concerned eyes land on you as if to ask if you're okay. It's one of your first big events as an actor who mostly does small, indie projects after all. You smile at them throughout the night as a silent response.

During the movie premiere itself, you and Hange talk occasionally. You two make fun of your own characters, pointing out which scenes were hard for you two to film, which moments in the movie you loved best, and the likes. Sometimes, and yet again you think you're seeing things, but it looks like Hange's eyes are not on the screen but on you instead. You try to catch them, but the frame of their glasses and the darkness make it hard to see exactly where they have their eyes on. And even then, by that time, Hange's eyes are already back on the screen.

Before long, the moment of your character's betrayal was shown. Hange watches, their eyes almost sparkling in excitement.

"You were absolutely brilliant in this scene." Hange whispers, eyes glued to the screen. You mutter a thanks to their praise.

It was rather intense, the confrontation scene. Your usually apprehensive character's demeanor changed into a defiant, cheeky troublemaker the moment Hange's character figured out your plan. Much to the dismay of their character, your character wasn't exactly eager to spill out their secrets, leading to a bit of heated argument and some physicality.

Things resolved in a way that you were already sure would lead to split opinions in the community. This much you've discussed with Hange, but fan theories and scene dissections aside, you two were happy with how your characters resolved their own arcs in the end.

During the afterparty, Hange doesn't leave your side either. You were glad for this, as there's still a lot of people you didn't know aside from the filming crew.

"Thanks for sticking by me," you mutter, "I don't exactly know what to do during these events. It's all such a headache."

"Oh it's no problem, darling," Hange's hand settles back down on your waist as they speak in a low voice. "I'm more than happy to accompany you."

But it's not long before someone else calls for Hange's attention. Of course, it's to be expected. Hange's the more popular one in this industry, in this event. They excuse themselves from you with a wink, slipping their arm away from your waist and reluctantly leaving you alone for the meantime to talk to another actor.

As you wait for Hange, someone else comes up to talk to you. You try your best to engage in conversation, but you're more than eager for this to end so you can go back to Hange's company again. You spot Hange in the corner of your vision, and they're just as aware of your new chatmate.

Hange watches with a slight tension in their shoulders, their eyes occasionally darting to where you and the other actor are talking. Hange tries their best to maintain a cheerful conversation of their own, but their eyes remain watchful and annoyed at the fact that someone already talked to you the second they left you alone. It's not unexpected, it's a social event after all and you're the main star as well. But it does irk Hange to no end.

After what seems like hours, Hange's conversation ends first. They keep their eyes locked on you as they make their way over to where you are, excusing themselves along the way as they bump into other people.

"Hey! Hi, sorry, I just need to borrow this one for a second," Hange exclaims sweetly as they interrupt your conversation, "Mind if I steal them away for a bit?"

"Oh, of course, no problem."

And with that, Hange happily snakes their arm back around your waist and leads you away somewhere with less people.

"Was that a bit of jealousy I heard in your tone?" You tease Hange as you two settle somewhere quiet.

"Me? Jealous? Hardly." Hange teases.

You two walk around for a bit, greeting some guests and some crews. After some time together, you finally bring up what's on your mind. All that staring during the red carpet, their flirty behavior, even the way they whipped you away just now, it all comes flooding back to you.

"So, all that staring you've been doing." You turn to face their tall figure. It didn't really register to you how good Hange looked tonight— they had a dashing coat on, colors fitting to the aesthetic of your film.

"What about my staring?" Hange crosses their arms, a smirk appearing on their already smug looking face.

"You know what it does." You look at them, stern yet playful.

"And?" Hange urges you to continue, that smug look never leaving their face.

"Well, I would just appreciate it if you dropped the act."

"What act, darling?" Hange tilts their head, which you grow a little annoyed at. But you can't deny that it's an endearing sight too.

"The flirty comments, the…" You wave your hand around in an attempt to express yourself better, "the lovesick gaze…?" You cringe at your own words.

"Oh, darling." Hange drawls out, their tone playful yet serious, "I wasn't acting at all. I'm not playing pretend here."

Hange leans closer, close enough to the point where you can smell their perfume on them. It smells expensive, and it takes every single fiber in your being not to squirm where you stand.

You're seeing it again, up close and personal— Hange's pretty face so close to you, a sly smile tugging at the corners of their lips. The last time they were this close was during the shooting of that damned confrontation scene. After what seems like an eternity, they finally speak up, their voice dangerously low and sultry.

"Unless… you want it to be part of the act?"

It takes you a second to reply, but even then you stammer in your own words.

"Wha-"

Someone calls out to both of you, distracting you momentarily. Apparently, the afterparty is done and the cabs are here to take everyone home. Hange looks at you, that smile still etched on their gorgeous face before taking you away, back to where the people are. Your little conversation will have to be postponed for now. You're not worried for the lack of time at all, for there will be plenty of promotional interviews this week with Hange. But the suspense will be enough to leave both of you with a bit of tension until you two see each other again, with the perfect amount of privacy for you to talk your feelings out.

"I'll see you soon." Hange murmurs before kissing your hand. Their lips linger a second too long, and so do their eyes as they look at your stylish outfit.

"See you, Hange." And with that, the waiting game begins.

—

It takes a few days and a bunch of interviews before a long string of messaging happens between you two. It was Hange who reached out first, with a rather interesting message.

Hange: Have you see the edits?

You smile to yourself before replying to their message. For sure, they’re talking about how your movie is all the rage at the moment, including online.

[yeah. they're definitely something, aren't they?]

Hange: It's like they can't get enough of our chemistry. Hange: I guess the fans just see us and can't help but ship us. But it is kind of flattering, isn't it?

[its entertaining, yeah]

Hange: Though I guess that means we make a good pair, huh? 😉

[we do :)]

From your message alone, Hange already has a hunch that you two had totally different ideas in mind. After a few minutes, you receive another notification from them, confusion obvious from their message.

Hange: Wait, which edits have you been seeing exactly?

[the interview ones. what else?]

Hange responds rather quickly. From their end, they’re grinning mischievously from the newfound knowledge that you haven’t seen everything yet. They keep their message short and cryptic.

Hange: Oh.

You grow confused. What other edits could Hange be talking about? You wait a few seconds before receiving another message from them.

Hange: So you haven't seen the ones of us during the confrontation scene?

[the confrontation scene?]

Hange: So I take it that you haven't.

[,,, no? why would they be making edits about that ?]

Truth be told, you haven't exactly been online too much since your movie had shown in theaters everywhere. But from your social media's algorithm, that's really all you've been seeing: edits of you and Hange during past interviews this week, the videos cutting to when you two locked eyes and what the fans say is you acting shy from Hange's actions. Nothing more, nothing less.

Hange sent a link.

Hange: So you haven't seen these kinds of edits??

[no.??? wait i'll watch them now]

And watch them, you did. It takes you a second to get it, but you know what it is. You've seen these kinds of edits float around before; clips of movie scenes together to make a narrative, sometimes even to fit a certain song. And these fans certainly outdid themselves when it came to your movie, specifically catering to that scene where Hange’s character finds out and confronts you about your betrayal on them.

You scroll past a few of them, but another very particular edit grabs your attention. You make a mental note to never mention it to Hange and bury it in your mind. After a few minutes of replaying that edit, you decide to reply to Hange.

[ohhhh. those kinds of edits]

Hange: Ha! See? Aren't those cool?

[they’re certainly creative, thats for sure]

You hide the fact that that one particular edit makes your heart swoon a bit.

Hange: Come on, give them more credit than that. Hange: Or maybe you’re saying very little because you’re flustered from watching them?

[no, no, they’re good, really. im just surprised, i didnt know abt these.?]

Hange: They’re amazing, is what. I definitely see it now, how that confrontation scene can ultimately look a rather different kind of… intense 😉

[u are a joke. but i dont disagree]

You leave the conversation at that, and Hange lets you be. Unbeknownst to you, Hange has been uncontrollably smiling all the way from start to finish of your conversation. They already miss your presence and the time you had on set. In fact, their mind has already wandered back to how you looked in the red carpet. They just couldn't let you go, and you didn't let them.

After a few busy days, you decide to revisit some of the edits on social media. But before you could fully succumb to sleep, you decide to view that one particular edit that caught your attention. Yes, you did replay it a bit. Was it so wrong? It’s not like anybody will know. It’s not long before sleep takes ahold of you after the last replay of that video.

Soon you wake up well and refreshed, that is until you read Hange’s message. It's not like there was anything wrong with it, but it was odd enough that your gut tells you otherwise.

Hange: You sure are amusing

[good morning to you too. and what does that mean]

Hange: Well good morning! Looks like someone forgot to log in to a dummy account last night

[???]

Now you’re not only confused, but nervous as well. Nervous enough to double-text Hange.

[Hange??]

Hange sent a link.

It's a tweet of your activity online, a screenshot that you've liked that one particular edit of Hange from a different movie of theirs, a scene where they were alone and the scene itself being rather impure. The edit itself is a 2 month old upload, and netizens are going crazy for your unexpected interaction on such a late upload, additionally the fact that it's an edit of your co-star, and most especially the fact that its in the middle of your promotion for your movie with Hange.

When Hange saw that tweet, they were more than ecstatic to talk about it with you. It took everything in their bones to not post anything exclaiming their happiness of your sudden activity, especially that it's content of them.

You distinctly remember clicking like on it after multiple replays before dozing off to sleep. It happened quickly. So much for keeping your attraction to it under wraps.

[fuck]

Hange: Hehe Hange: I'm coming over

[???]

Hange doesn't reply anymore, making you nervous. The fact that you know they live pretty close to where you are puts you in such unease.

In the meantime, you look at how people are reacting to your activity, and in some ways it soothes you. Most are shocked, obviously. Who wouldn't be, when edits of your movie are going all around and here you are, barging in with an interaction on an old, and rather spicy edit of Hange.

It worried you, what this might do to Hange's reputation. Are they coming over because they're pissed? Probably not, they put a 'hehe' there. But still, you're worried how this would unfold for both of you, but especially for Hange, being the more popular actor they are.

Some reactions are… excited? Looks like some already shipped you two the moment some behind the scenes photos were posted. You're just thankful there's not a lot of negative feelings and thoughts being shared.

After some time, your doorbell rings. Hange's here. From your peephole, you can see that they're wearing a mask and a cap, most likely to hide from any paparazzi. You let them in with a guilty look, averting their gaze.

As soon as Hange walks in, they take off their disguises and the hoodie that they were wearing. They're wearing a white blouse that looks good on them. In addition to that, they're also wearing that stupid smug smirk on their face that also, unfortunately, looks good on them. After closing the door, they turn to you with their arms crossed, grinning as they speak.

"So looks like someone liked a pretty steamy edit of me in one of my older films." Hange says, their tone a matter-of-fact.

"Hange, I-I'm sorry if that weirded you out or anythi—“

"No, no. It didn't, don't worry about that. But I do want to know, though…" Hange cuts you off, leaning a bit closer again with their folded arms, the same way they stood when you accused their lovestruck gaze as mere acting. The same way they stood when you smelled their perfume the night of the premiere, only this time they smell a bit like a part of home.

Hange's lips curl up a bit slightly before they speak again.

"Tell me darling, was I a good actor there?" They ask, their voice low and raunchy, and you find you can't give an answer the way they just explicitly asked you such a bold question with such a tone, right after entering your apartment.

Your mouth remains hanging open as Hange chuckles softly, leaning a bit back to give you more space.

"Sorry, too much? But you do look cute all flustered like that. But really, you must've found it good if you liked such an old post of me like that."

It takes you a while to compose yourself. You sigh and let your shoulders down a bit.

"Fine, you were a good actor there. Happy?"

Hange nods, "Very. Although pestering you to the point of blushing about that post wasn't the only reason why I wanted to come here," Hange fixes their glasses before mumbling under their breath, "But it made for a very good reason, too."

"Okay… so why are you here exactly?"

"I wanted us to continue our conversation from that night. You know, the red carpet? movie premiere?" Hange looks at you warily, gauging your reaction to their words.

"Oh, when you were looking at me so dearly?" You say, your tone fully dipped in sarcasm.

"Exactly." Hange smiles at your remembrance of that night despite the sarcasm.

"Okay. What about it? Didn't I tell you to quit it?"

"You did, yes." Hange adjusts their stance, "It's just that I also told you that I wasn't acting."

"Right. So where are we going with this?"

"Darling." Hange sighs before looking into your eyes, "Is it not obvious how much I'm pining for you?"

You look at them warily but don't stop them from continuing.

"You know, ever since filming wrapped up, I just couldn't keep myself from being curious about you," Hange admits. From the way they look right now, so unsure and cautious of their own words, you wouldn't even be able to tell they're an actor with such a confident reputation.

"Well, honestly, even towards the end of filming, I think there were some obvious signs that I had some feelings for you," Hange adds, their hand scratching their nape bashfully, "But I think everyone was too busy on the project to notice. Including you, of course."

"Don't fuck with me," You tilt your head at them, still confused about their sudden admissions, your mind rejecting the fact that this confession will make you fall bit by bit for them, "You're acting."

"Do you think I'm acting?" Hange bows their head, a smile dancing on their lips.

They walk closer to you, taking in your hands as they speak in a soft voice.

"Maybe you think I'm acting, maybe you think I'm playing around," their thumb draws circles on the back of your hand, their touch light and soothing.

"Maybe you think I don't mean any of these words or these touches. But I'm not acting. I'm not playing around. I know I started liking you in the middle of production, but…" Hange locks their eyes with you, their gaze unwaveringly soft and stern.

"I tried my best not to let it show even during our time on set. I only acted a bit on my feelings after, and that was way after filming too."

"So you really are serious then…" You take a deep breath, looking down at your hands then were being held by Hange's before looking back up to meet their gaze. They nod their head with a smile.

"Yes, of course. I'm not messing with you. I'm not playing some kind of game with you. Why do you think I've been looking at edits of us? I'm not that egotistical, darling. I'm watching them because I… guess I wanted to see more of you. You don't even know how happy I was to see that news about your activity last night, with that edit of me," Hange chuckles.

"It's good to know you're serious… but shit, why tell me all of this now? We're in the middle of our promotion." You squeeze their hand a bit, furrowing your brows, "I was here worrying about how me liking that post would do to you or… ruin your reputation or something. And here you are confessing to me right after I did that."

"You didn't ruin anything," Hange chuckles lightly, "And, well, even if there's going to be some.. dating allegations after that…"

Hange chucks their head side to side, a smile playing on their lips.

"Well, they're just fan theories. Mere speculation. Just harmless gossip, don't mind them too much. Unless…" Hange ducks their head to meet your gaze once again, their eyes visible just below the frame of their glasses.

"Unless you want to disprove them, darling?" Hange chuckles again, "Because after all that confession I've been doing, I didn't exactly hear any rejections."

"Well…" You ponder for a second. You have had your eyes on them for a while now. And who knows, maybe it'll be fun, hiding this relationship for a bit, having Hange to yourself before the world's speculation proves themselves right. "I'm not rejecting you, no."

Hange smiles, a glint in their eyes appearing.

"Good, good." Hange kisses your hand softly. "So…" Hange straightens their posture and looks at you with a rather mischievous, playful look in their eyes.

"What do you say we recreate our confrontation scene and make our own spin on it?"

[honeybeefae]

Revenge Fuck Eris

Use Me (Eris x Reader)

BINGO: Revenge Fuck

(Okay I am back and I am READY! Also going to apologize for making this so short but i KNOW y’all will want a part two so dont worry. This was hella fun to write and I definitely think Eris would be 100% for a revenge fuck because he would egg you on. I really think this is one of my best-written scenes and I hope you guys enjoy it!)

WARNINGS: Smut, mentions of cheating (both parties), semi-public sex

What. The. Fuck.

Those were the three words your mind was repeatedly screaming when you walked in on Azriel, your boyfriend, your best friend, the man you’ve been with for years, pinning the youngest Archeron sister against the wall with his head buried in her neck. 

There was no explaining away the situation. Nothing innocent about the pose and you felt a dangerous mix of anger and betrayal brewing deep in your soul. You had stood there frozen as Elain’s eyes had met your own, at first widening in surprise and shame before Azriel did something that had her gasping and moaning.

You balled up your fists and heavily contemplated murdering them both before your shoulders sagged and you turned and left the room. It felt like all the rooms were caving in around you, your blood rushing to your ears as you stumbled down the hallway trying to find your room.

“Y/N?” A garbled voice called out, your mind not even registering it until the person physically stopped you and shook your shoulders. “Y/N!”

Your eyes blinked away the tears that were falling down your face as you made out the face of Eris. You had forgotten he was staying in the Night Court for the night, the Solstice party upstairs still in full swing.

“Leave me alone, Eris. I’m not in the mood.” You frowned, pushing his hands off of you and turning around. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, stopping you once more. It pissed you off.

“I said leave me alone!”

“Who did this to you?” He asked quietly, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Who made you cry?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You hiccuped, looking at your shoes. When you had found them all you had felt was rage but now that you were alone, you were consumed by sadness and shame. What if’s were running through your mind, wondering if you had done something or if you had become unattractive. It was gnawing at your gut. 

“It does to me,” Eris murmured, putting two fingers under your chin so you were looking at him. “What happened?”

Eris, despite his flaws and the rumors around him, had always treated you well. You were his favorite member of Rhysand’s court if he had to choose though that wasn’t saying much. The two of you had similar fathers and bonded over it. Sometimes you would joke around and it always bothered Azriel. In fact, if you were ever close to Eris with Azriel in the same room he seemed to have a problem with it.

All that being said, could your trust Eris? Would he laugh in your face and confirm your worst fears? Would he use it to hurt you later? There was still so much that you didn’t know about him it was hard to decide if he was who he presented himself as.

But as he watched you, you saw no laughter or judgment in his eyes. Just worry.

“I caught,” You took a shuddering breath, wrapping your arms around yourself as the scene replayed in your head. “I caught Azriel and Elain…they were, he was…”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence. It felt like you were going to be physically sick if you continued speaking so you closed your mouth and closed your eyes, trying to take deep breaths.

His fingers disappeared from your chin and you had thought he had left, too uncomfortable to say anything or perhaps even go gossip, but when you peeked out you saw him still standing there.

Except his eyes were now filled with cold rage, his jaw tense. You saw that his fist was curled up by his side and could physically feel the heat coming off of him. He turned to look behind him, as if contemplating if he should go find the couple, before turning back to you.

“What an ignorant, foolish male,” Eris growled, long strands of red hair falling in front of his face as he shook his head. “To go out and find a star when he had a whole galaxy right in front of him.”

Your head snapped up to look at him when he finished his sentence, confusion evident on your face. What had he just said? 

“What?” You asked quietly.

“You heard me.” He whispered, watching you take in his words. “He’s a fool to go after someone like her when he has you. If you were mine…”

Eris cut his sentence short, tightening his lips to stop whatever confession was about to spill from his mouth. You, however, wanted to hear it and stepped closer to him. The tears on your face were shining in the candlelight of the hallway as you gazed up at him, your heart thrumming.

“If I was yours?” 

“I do not wish to make things harder on you. I shouldn’t have said anything to begin with. Let me escort you back to the party.” He ushered, trying to change the topic. However, you planted your feet firmly on the ground to root yourself in place. 

“No, I don’t want to go back to the party.” You said stubbornly, raising your chin. “Finish what you were going to say.”

“If I finish that sentence I am afraid my rocky alliance with this court will come tumbling down. Please.” His voice was tense but you could see how his cheeks flushed, how his breathing was just a little faster, and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing back once more.

“Oh for goodness sake, Eris, just-” You began frustratedly, gasping when you suddenly found yourself pressed against the cool brick of the hallway with Eris looming over you. His body was pressed fully against you, his hand lightly grasping your face, and you could swear you could feel something grazing your thigh.

“If you were mine I would take care of you properly. I wouldn’t leave you in search of anyone else, I wouldn’t need anyone else.” He breathed into your ear, swallowing thickly. “If you were mine…I would ruin all other men for you. I would teach you so many things, show you how a lady like yourself should properly be bedded and fucked. You would begin every morning and end every night with my name on your lips and your legs wrapped around me.”

His words went straight to your sex and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped you. Eris had always been a distant friend, if that, but you couldn’t deny his beauty. The way he carried himself, his attitude, and even his walk had you staring for longer than you care to admit.

You knew your body wanted this…you knew Eris wanted this…but then your mind flashed back to Azriel. The man who you lived with, the man who made you feel safe and secure. He had always made sure your needs were met, that you never wanted for anything. 

And he also was currently in another room screwing Elain Archeron’s brains out.

It seemed Eris caught your hesitation and while a small part of him wrestled with the morality of what he was intending to do, the bigger part wanted to show you just how better you could be treated. He also liked the fact that he would be taking something from the sulking Illyrian, something he didn’t understand the true value of. 

“Come on, little fox.” Eris purred into your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. “Use me. Get revenge. Let me show you what you need.”

Your eyes closed, feeling like you were standing between two doors that led to different fates. All sorts of conflicting feelings were swirling in your soul but when Eris trailed a hand up your leg, hiking it over his hip, the answer became crystal clear.

You wanted him. 

“Yes, yes.” You nodded, raising your hands to tangle in his hair. “Ruin me.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he crashed his lips against your own, your teeth gnashing together in carnal need as he easily moved your other leg so that you were now fully wrapped around him. The taste of him had you growing even wetter as he slid his tongue into your mouth, using one of his hands to free himself before shoving your panties to the side.

You cried out and threw your head back when he thrust into you fully, the delicious stretch of his cock feeling better than any man you had had before. He immediately set a hard pace, angling his hips so he reached that spot inside you that had you clenching around him tightly.

“Fuck, Eris, oh my gods…” You whined, your dress bunched up at your hips as your feet bounced with his thrust. Eris was no better, his lips moving to start biting at your neck and shoulder. He was being rough, his teeth catching your skin, but you loved it. It was making you feel a high you didn’t get with Azriel.

“I knew you’d be tight for me, knew you’d take me so well.” He praised as he grabbed both of your asscheeks for better leverage. “Do I fuck you better than that bastard? Hm?”

When you tried to answer he gave a particularly hard thrust that made you see stars, your eyes rolling back into your head as you rested it against the wall. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, faster than ever, and you knew you were going to drown in it. 

He knew it too, could see the small o your lips were creating as he licked a long stripe up your neck and to your ear. Your hands moved his hair to grasp his shoulders, your nails digging so hard into his skin that you pierced it. 

“Look at you, Y/N, letting me fuck your pretty cunt in the hallway where anyone could see. But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He taunted, his balls tightening with the need to release. “You want him to find you, to see you getting split in half by me. You want to be claimed in front of the world.” 

You tried to shake your head but Eris grunted in disapproval, squishing your face in his hand until your eyes were forced open. His pupils were blown wide in lust, matching your own, and you swore it was just the two of you in the whole world. 

“Say it.”

“I want it,” You moaned, right on the cusp of ecstasy. “I want him to see me like this, for him to see how much better you are.”

Eris snarled and kissed you once more, hitting that spot in you one more time and sending you toppling over the edge. It made your entire body shake and you felt like you were floating on air. He followed you into bliss easily, releasing inside of you until you were filled to the brim.

Both of you were sharing breaths when he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. He still had you pinned which you were thankful for as you weren’t sure if you could walk yet. You came down slowly as you realized what had just happened, what you had just done.

And where you expected guilt to reside you felt…nothing. In fact, more than anything, you felt hungry for more. It was like brushing over a bite that itched. You couldn’t get just a taste, you needed everything. You needed to scratch that itch until you were satisfied.

When your eyes connected with his you knew Eris felt the same way. You smiled, exposing all your teeth, before nodding once. He gave you a small smirk and held you tightly against him before winnowing away to his temporary room in the Night Court.

Both of you missed the pair of vengeful hazel eyes watching you from the end of the hallway. 

[mono-dot-jpeg]

listening - stellaron hunters

summary; you cannot see the reality in front of you but you can hear it. and yet it sounds so painful.

genre/extra tags; headcanons, angst ig?, hurt/comfort (questionably executed), reader has torchwick's (rwby) cane weapon thing but not really, reader has the hunt path and lighting as combat type, i'm seeing in 4d right now with how im setting this specific reader up rn, actual lore executed badly

[platonic] [teen reader] [gender neutral]

[warnings; mentions of eye injuries, insecurities/doubts about one's self, weapons mentioned quite a bit]

[buy me a kofi]

a/n; sorry this took me almost a month (maybe longer depending on when i finish this work). got distracted very quickly by other things and then i got writer's block for a while. whatever so. i'll describe reader's weapon in the headcanons, don't worry. hope you enjoy.

you were an unexpected addition to the hunters. i mean you're so young compared to everyone else, what makes you so adamant on joining this group

i guess we'll never know /ref

but like all the hunters, you hold power just as heavy as the rest.

of course it wasn't for free. you worked hard in your homeland and you earned your path and power.

but you wanted to find something. something was missing.

you didn't know what.

but then you found the stellaron hunters.

you heard about the stellaron and you wanted to know more. you wanted to see it.

and somehow, elio had accepted you.

and you were now a hunter.

before you lost your sight, you were very skilled with tech like silver wolf. you loved making weapons or machinery

you worked behind the scenes and on the stage, so to speak

your preferred weapon was a sniper. and occasionally if you felt lazy, you would have a small turret by your side that would do the work for you

but imagine the absolute devastation you felt when you lost your eyesight in the middle of a mission. or more like during the mission

with your power, it was powerful but unstable

you could kill one enemy with ease but that would require high control with your lightning and careful aim with your sniper

unfortunately you have to control the lightning through your hands on onto the sniper so when you aim down the sights (i dont know how to describe it other than in gamer terms) that lightning has a chance to backfire and hit your eye

through that you managed to lose your sight overtime but this mission accelerated it

and you never felt so devastated

your power betrayed you and on top of that, it was in the middle of a battle and the enemies took an opportunity to take you down quickly.

blade and kafka were there to help clean up at least

but they couldn't handle the lost mess you were

"why can't i see anymore? why?" was the only mutters they heard from you

when you were taken back to base, you were attended to, much to your dismay and fear.

your usually hard headed behavior crumbled within 10 mins after you lost your vision

you felt weak

you felt helpless

you didn't feel strong anymore

your eyes were no longer functional, there's an irregular pattern that traces over your eyes and there's faint marks over the eye area you used the most for sniping.

blade describes the pattern as an angry lightning storm that doesn't end

and when you're done being cared for, you don't leave your room

when you do, you're dragged by kafka or silverwolf (occasionally blade but he just carries you roughly)

you feel like a burden every time you sit at the meeting table

you can hear everything with your vision gone

and you hate it

you want to see again but you know you won't

eventually you find your courage to start to navigate the base on your own

you find yourself in your abandoned lab with blade by your side

"stop frowning like that"

"that's a lot coming from you"

"you're really going to let this eye sight stop you?"

"well i can't exactly wield metal anymore. and i can't use my sniper rifle cane, what do you think i should do, boy genius?"

you feel him open your hand to show your palm and you feel a cold metal touch your hand. you start feeling it properly.

"this is my sniper rifle, blade."

"well, maybe it doesn't have to serve as a sniper. you don't need to take the first shot to kill."

and with that in mind, you become like a follow-up attacker

you train endlessly to improve yourself as much as possible.

you ask silver wolf to help you modify your weapon to work for you (you kind of backseated her about it despite being unable to see what she was doing)

and you now have a multi-functioning cane.

it functions as a gun, a mobility cane to help you walk and "see", and a melee weapon if you hit someone hard enough (which isn't really hard since it's made of a lightweight metal)

and of course if worse comes to worse and you need to deal with a bunch of enemies at once, it can release a powerful strike of lightning (similar to jingyuan ult). you have to let go of your cane so you don't get hurt but ehh small price to pay to save your ass, you know?

i think that since you're a teen in this, the hunters don't really pay attention to your feelings as well as they should

none of them really know how to comfort a teen. which makes sense.

blade and silver wolf are blunt in their own ways

kafka is very avoidant or she speaks so confusingly that you dont even bother

but when they really see you visit your unused lab everyday, they slowly start to understand that you had a part of you taken and you won't ever live your life the way you want to

but surely this is the work of elio. elio knew this was coming, and he knew you would be fine.

it takes a while for the others to tell you that you're not the burden you think you are. they try their best to comfort you even if it's really awkward bc they don't know how to comfort you properly yet

but you appreciated it.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way. 

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh. 

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room. 

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark. 

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind. 

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest. 

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic. 

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone. 

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.” 

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette. 

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil” 

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again. 

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing. 

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith” 

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again. 

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you” 

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him. 

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly. 

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

[lily-alphonse]

thoughts on haley x abigail?? 💛💜

Haligaillllll I have to plug maxRebo again with Things We Dont Say on AO3 it's the sequel to a fantastic SebAlex fic I loved.

We love Haligail, who wouldn't love Haligail? This is one of the least rare ones I've done so far according to AO3 . I haven't looked each one up I've done, but I was curious since punk/prep seem like they'd be popular.

Anyways how would I handle this? Spoiler alert Ive gotta make it rivals to lovers OBVIOUSLY it's just too good to pass up.

Let’s say they went to high school together and ran in different circles (obviously). Abigail looked down on Haley for being a preppy dumb blonde prioritizing boys over school.

Haley for her part was learning very quickly that girls couldn’t be trusted, with all of the shit they talked behind her back. So she definitely wasn't going to think fondly of a sullen girl like Abby, who would just glare at her for no reason.

But its years later now. Abby has returned home from college to attend remotely. She’s grown confident and developed a sense of style. It’s still dark and moody and she loves a skull motif, but she clearly takes more care in her appearance than in high school. Oh… and she’s a proud lesbian now.

She’s annoyed to be back in this bumfuck town but her dad threatened to cut her funding if she didn’t come back to help with the shop at least one semester. Haley comes into the shop and its tense. Abby hates feeling subservient to her like this, wearing the stupid fucking apron dad insists she wears while she’s helping out. It puts her in a weird headspace like she’s in high school again.

It’s nice to be back with her boys though, the regular gig practices fun. They even decide to throw a little party to perform at. It’s exhilarating and she’s in her element until she sees Haley. It’s like, somehow, the old Abby exists in Haley and she fucking hates it. She wants to purge Haley’s memories of that weird quiet girl in high school. She wants Haley to understand she is more confident than the queen bee ever was at her peak.

Everyone settles in on the floor for a drinking game and SHE is there of course, looking stupidly hot and just… generally stupid. “Who invited you?” Abby snaps as Haley sits down near her.

“Hello, Abigail,” she sips her drink innocently, “that’s how normal people start conversations anyway.”

Abby scoffs, fighting the fluster with anger. “Yeah, avoid the question that’s fine.”

Sebastian settles between them, attempting to block the electric tension between them with his body. Great deal of good that does though, since one of the very first dares sees Alex daring Haley and Abby to Seven Minutes in Heaven.

“What the fuck, Alex?!” Haley hisses. She seems embarrassed. Abby likes seeing her flustered for once.

“Aw she’s afraid to touch the lesbian! She might catch it,” Abby teases.

Haley glares at her with a fire behind her blue eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Alright,” Abby smiles, “Prove it.”

And so they get sloppy in the closet and it’s hot and awesome and the seven minutes runs out too fast. Abby decides she craves this power over Haley and chases it. Being glared at with lust in her eyes is better than being looked down on.

They have a back and forth of sneaking around, while Haley comes to terms with her sexuality and they grow closer. It’s always just hatefucking until its not, because Abby discovers how actually self-conscious and lonely Haley is. And how this toxic fling is the closest thing she has to love. She’s clinging to it like a liferaft but it’s just making her sink even further. Abby recognizes the damage she’s caused and decides to cut things off.

Something brings them back together though, obv. Hmmm.

Maybe Alex ends up cornering her and telling Abby just how much she means to Haley and how maybe instead of abandoning her like everyone else, she could just be an actual partner to her and treat her like she knows she should be treated.

Which all culminates in a very sweet scene of Abby coming back to Haley and apologizing. And I want it to tie back into the party like

“I also want to apologize,” Abby says, wiping her eyes, “for leaving you hanging a few months ago. When you said hi.”

“Abby…”

“Can we go back to that? Can we roll it back? I want to say hi, it’s nice to see you.”

Haley laughs through her tears. “It's nice to see you too.” She takes Abby’s hand and squeezes.

Oh and Abby would prbly take to calling Haley Blondie or something. Starts out as kind of an insult and then just a term of endearment. Anyways,

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i keep seeing ppl talk about 1941 theories where *something happened* afterwords, and do you know why that is? i haven’t rewatched the 1941 minisode in a hot minute, but was there stuff there that gave off the impression that more happened? /gen

oh that’s a great question and i would love to answer it. there is nothing especially suggestive that something else happened in 1941 apart from aziraphale claiming to have also done the apology dance that year in an earlier episode. however i have always loved the idea of going back to 1941 in s3, which i dont see as a “theory” in so much as i see it as a great place of potential for the story. personally, i see the original 1941 scene as an integral part of the creative process behind s1 for reasons i won’t reiterate here when i can just link you to the post i made about it.

there is something to be said about how 1941 is the only flashback we return to in s1 and s2. the “rule of threes” girlie in me just thinks about how if there are going to be three seasons, there ought to be three 1941 scenes. “nightingale in berkeley square” is literally a song about two lovers spending the night together until dawn….1941 is a long night, but we haven’t seen dawn yet. ultimately there’s great storytelling potential in telling a three part flashback that you can only understand the impact of in its totality once you’ve seen the last part.

if i can predict anything about what neil gaiman may or may not do as a writer, i know he enjoys subverting audience expectations and preheld assumptions - i mean, look to the opening of s2 during the pre-fall scene. i could very easily see a return to 1941 being the opening of s3 and functioning in a similar way in retconning the story in the present. in fact i have written my pitch for what i think that would look like lol

so to answer your question! nothing has especially gave off an impression that the story will go back to 1941. however i have full convinced myself that it is happening because it should lol. @moonyinpisces do you want to jump in here at all lmfao

[thisisyourprincipalspeaking]

I understand this but we also must note, these are still assumptions. This isn’t regular corporate culture with HR and rules and regulations this is Hollywood and the simple fact you assume because Chris is white he’s at the top of the food chain……dude isn’t even still considered A-List like he was years ago./////

I'm sorry it may not be a regular job but the argument still stands, it not being a regular job is even more reason why the argument stands. He provides his PR team, his stylist, his assistant with jobs meaning these are his choices. Unlike regular jobs where most people dont have choices on who their colleagues are, he gets to choose who he hires. So him choosing to go along with "PR" that his team forced him into with a racist girl was his choice. They get paid outta his pocket, so essentially the final say in any matter is his. He can always find another team if he didn't like what they were doing. A lot of us understand Hollywood, we just have to look to other celebrities to compare.

You nor I know this situation but look how easy it is for you to assume, that’s the issue with everyone. People think they know more than they do. I could name a few reasons you can’t process as to why he’d fake a marriage. You assume all rich people have wonderful lives with no issues as well? 🙄/////

It's not about thinking rich people have wonderful lives it's about rich people having choices that many regular folks don't. Rich people more than regular folks can say "NO" without having to worry about major consequences. The excuses that that a rich person is forced into a fake marriage is ridiculous. There are very few things rich people especially a rich white man can be forced into doing. If this was the case then many rich white men in Hollywood would be forced into fake marriages. PR isn't this choice-less and forced job requirement for actors. Obviously PR is important for the job but acting like they can ask the actor to do something against their will and the actor cant say no is absurd.

You assume Chris has money, well why would he be worried about finances back in 2020 if he’s so rich. You do understand being a celeb is expensive as hell right? Stop assuming the net worth of these celebs on google means anything////

Everyone keeps bringing the 2020 interview and acting like he was living pay check to pay check. First that quote is from his brother and second it was during a time when no one knew when we could go back to work. If he was really hurting for money he would have sold off his many homes then. Since that interview he has done 3 movies, has completed one, and is starting another one. He has sold 2 homes, and has two more that he owns that we know of and thats better off than most people. He isnt a working class guy struggling with cost of living, he is man that got paid millions for multiple blockbusters.

Chris and opportunities……. Have you seen his latest work, dude is struggling. Yeah he still gets jobs but based on the way you describe him and based on his past work, he should be on an entire other level. Someone who is doing well isn’t using their “relationship” for clout. Do some of you not understand if this were legit, none of us would know various details like we do. That’s not assumptions, that’s fact. Chris has ALWAYS been private. Chris has done things behind the scenes to help POC, Chris isn’t perfect by any means, but you choose to not question how none of this makes sense and assumes oh he’s some rich entitled white man and his fans love making excuses for him?////

This is so tone deaf. Please stop acting like he's an activist for POC, he has done the bare minimum. He hardly speaks up regarding any issues regarding POC. This is coming from a POC. There are other white celebrities that have done more if we're going to compare. He may be getting crap movies but he is still getting them right? He's still given opportunities after so many failures! How many POC would get same opportunities after having so many failures? That's the point. He may not be getting Leonardo Dicaprio or Tom Cruise level movies but the fact is he is still getting hired after so many failures says it all. How many POC after so many failures could be a no auditioning actor? Because Chris doesn't have audition unless he wants to, this has been mentioned many times before. That puts him on level that many people will never get to.

Just because his "relationship" has been publicized it doesn't mean it's fake, a very real relationship can have a lot of PR, and just because he did things differently before doesn't mean he can't change. Him doing things differently now doesn't mean it's fake. It could be fake but it could be real. Just like saying people who think its real dont know anything, those who think its PR dont know anything either, no one does other than those directly involved.

You really don’t know the craziness of Hollywood I assume. They use and abuse people and race don’t matter when it comes down to who gets abused. 🤷🏽‍♀️

People are taking their own perspective and experiences and dumping them into this situation while not understanding,…..we don’t know what the hell is going on, but there is enough substantial evidence to show there’s more here than meets the eye which ever way you want to look at it, but yes let’s ignore everything and assume Chris has power because he’s rich and white in Hollywood and like we know everything going on in his world.////

He does have significantly more power because he is a rich white man in Hollywood than most women or POC in Hollywood. The fact some people don't get that just because his movies don't do well or because he isn't getting good roles really don't understand society, privilege, and dynamics. This is equivalent to a poor white man saying he isn't privileged because he's poor and had to work hard all his life yet him just being a white man even if poor gives him so many privileges that a rich POC will never ever have. If you want to learn look into Octavia Spencer and Viola Davis, two Oscar Winners who have said many times that even after winning awards and having successful films they still have to fight for roles and pay, and compare that to Chris.

no notes; great points

[tonguetyd]

☕ Pioneer record by a band called The Maine

LETS FUCKING GO! GET READY TO GET INFODUMPED BABY!

Pioneer is the third studio album by a band called The Maine and it shOULD NOT EXIST!!

So in late 2009 TM got signed to Big Huge Record Company Warner Music. Yeah. The bugs bunny guys. Warner. THAT Warner. Because Warner saw them as five guys they could market and get some money from the neon/emo scene that admittedly was kinda fading and moving towards more of the indie vibe you associate with the early 2010s.

So while on that label they recorded Black and White which while it HAS GOOD SONGS. JUSTICE FOR B&W! is…definitely not people’s favorite. Because they lost…almost all creative control during that record. Everything was a cowrite with people they had never met and it was a clusterfuck because nobody *got* who TM was and it was clear on the record.

And TM, being the humans they are, said this isn’t genuine it’s not us and we DONT want to do this again!

…so they said fuck you warner, moved all of their gear from Arizona to Texas, hid out (LITERALLY! HID! IN SECRET!) from *EVERYONE* and recorded like. Fucking…idk 30 songs? In SECRET!!! Without anyone knowing!!

And so they went to the label and were like “hey we’ve made this, and we think it fucking rocks” BECAUSE! IT! DOES! I will come back to this. But the record company was like “…we can’t sell this shit.” And we’re going to force them back into this box of control. And they. FOUGHT. Over it. They were gonna put it out under a different name at one point I think.

Finally they put up such a stink and wrote a fucking SCATHING letter to the directors of the label and were like “either you let us out of our contract or we break up and you lose even more money” and they were like. …fine.

And so The Maine were free with this DOPE ASS record and went well. Okay then. We’ll do it ourselves. We have the fanbase for it. Here you go

And that is how *THE MAINE*’s label 8123 was born! And that’s where 8123 comes from and it really the first time that there was a real community around this band. It was no longer fans and band. With Pioneer it became *us*.

And that’s what the entire record is about. It’s about struggle and not knowing your place and being told no and saying it doesn’t matter. Saying that I’ve got people behind me and if we just keep acting like we did when we were young then we’re at home.

“If we’re lost. At least it’s together.”

Which is a line that is TECHNICALLY not on this album (it’s on a b-side reimagine of one of the album tracks but!). And it’s a line I have said COUNTLESS times in tags especially in the last couple of years because that is what the years have BEEN like. None of us have any idea what the FUCK is going on lately. And all we fucking have is each other.

We are lost. We are submerged. We are drifting.

But we are together.

And that is the point of it all and while not explicitly the main point of Pioneer specifically it is absolutely the point of The Maine. And it’s where THAT thesis of the band really started to take hold.

Because it was a secret! It was an act of rebellion! It shouldn’t exist! But it does and it’s because *ALL OF US* have made it exist. It was fought for and supported and loved.

We bought the last plane ticket to the end of the world. And this record was what awaited us. And it opened the door for everything TM has done and became since then. And is so important to MY life because it is what solidified “no. I’m in this shit for life” with TM.

It is the record that gave me something to believe in. It still gives me something to believe in fuckin…13? Years later.

I’m still running with those wolves and we’re all howling at the moon.

Awooooooo

[luveline]

hi jade ! sry if im being rude !! u dont hv to answer it !! do you ever feel like people dont appreciate ur kindness?? youre the most amazing person ive known (online n otherwise) and youve inspired me to be the kindest version of myslef cos it doesnt hurt to be kind !! but i feel like people take it for granted ? very easily? i know its stupid to expccet something in return and im not usually doing it but does it ever bum you out when people dont reciprocate ?

omg no it’s okay lots to say you’re not rude at all

I guess I’m always disagreeing with myself cos like there’s lots of points but I’m not telling you you have to agree with me cos you don’t, but sometimes being kind and expecting something back isn’t kind at all, but at the same time there’s a bare minimum level of kindness that lots of people aren’t reaching either haha. It boggles me a bit for you to be inspired by me to be kind, because I know how selfish I can be and I know I could be better to the people around me, but I also know what you’re saying. It can be incredibly frustrating to be kind over and over and over again and someone just doesn’t notice or doesn’t really care very much! Definitely okay to feel frustrated and upset at those times! And you don’t actually have to be the number one morality all the time, you CAN expect kindness back in return, I think we all deserve it and so we should all be trying to give it to others. Some people do just suck, some people are less interested in us than we wish they were, some people have a lot going on behind the scenes, and unfairly that affects us (even though the latter scenario affects them too). So yeah I guess I do feel that way, but also know there are instances where I’ve done the same thing for sure, so ignorant to the way people have gone the extra mile for me that they’ve been upset and I just didn’t know.

[spamtoon]

DCRC week 4.. in week 5. paperinik

i am behind. you know this by now. let's read paperinik

love the cross hatching in these first few panels something's gonna happen for sure!

JFEAJFOIEAJFIEAJ ill be so real the walt disney logo and OMBRE SU VENERE caught me off guard so hard. the way its in the corner and yellow and Not Fitting At All. the word art ahh look of the text (though i understand why they couldnt replace it in a way that looks good) im so. what a beautiful panel

donald is so sad.... the way that theres so many screens and they're all donald. duckblr user (not that angus fangus would be allowed on duckblr. he doesnt even deserve to call lyla luv)

great to learn that this donald is computer generated. he doesnt have five hands though so this clearly isnt the ai art issue. also ever since last issue learning that lyla is a robot whos become so acclimated to her environment she loves playing the part of the reporter and is still passionate despite technically being made to literally call the time police whenever things go wrong she ough. ohohoh. i appreciate her so much more

i think uno deserves to spy on people. as a treat

one's face... he's so silly....... he's so insanely silly....

the evronians should get angus fangus i think. destroy him agron of evron. i know they're trying to team up to make duck avenger look bad or something but please

the action panels in this comic are also lovely but maybe thats because i havent read a superhero comic before. that isnt darkwing duck

JOIFEAOIFJ THE WAY DONALD LOOKS UP LIKE Xadhoom! (: haha glad to see you here! and then she just. comes down in a firey rage its beautiful.

excellent wisdom donald. im so glad he smokes weed (I AM JOKING I EDITED THIS AS A JOKE)

okay hello for context i am writing this almost a full week later. my ahh did not wanna do this but cog it. we ball. i think i need to just like. stop treating this as an obligation because like it's literally fine spam. you dont have school rn you deserve to chill.

ughhghghg donald loves uno so much already. he's so glad for uno dude... dudeeeeee... artificial or not you're a genius

oguhghh. donald's determination to save angus despite everything because nobody deserves to have Them sucked out of them. ough

this whole page is so cool but i love how they visualize the search okay. sorry i'm just appreciating the Comic-ness. of this comic. you know? when the comic play with panels...

he's so tired.... you're so right uno. i should go to bed after this. oughhghgh he's so silly when he's tired.

i think uno deserves to be done with people's crap more often

oughoghgnghng seeing uno happy again and laughing at donald im so. uno... hi uno... little uno...

im so happy we're four issues in and already donald and xadhoom are going to space to take down aliens. its beautiful... sorry if my commentary gets worse i may just be tired but i know if i dont do it now i'll never do it

hi camera 9... i do not care one bit about this red hair character so far but hello camera 9 you're just little (unaware of the camera 9 lore)

the way that all three of them are slouching here. nobody is stnaidng their ahh up straight when they got incomprehensible angus to worry about

good for him he got on megavolt's good side. bribed him with a lightbulb (SORRY i like making darkwing duck references. i know its not) UFOEAIJFOIEAJ lyla being in the shadow i'm so. she's so silly here ough

the fight scenes in this comic are so.. maybe thats just because i havent read a non-darkwing comic before but like. i dont know im admiring the art and the art style and the time period and the medium and such you know

i dont know what they wanna do with angus fangus other than just like. set him up against the duck avenger and make the earth go against him but like. i suppose he knows he cant kill paperinik here which alright. fair

xadhoom... gnngngnng she's so distressed in these panels

HELP IM SO MAD he really is just a hateful guy. okay they're candace flynning him i see

luckily for us, the universe sucks so much lots of people hate life

xadhoom............................... she deserves so much

glad even angus fangus hates this guy. like great. i wanted that crime to happen and you just. messed it up.

uno with party hat... they really decided y'know what? he's aiing us? let's just ai him back. okay thats the end of the comic maybe next time i'll be more coherent but i hope this satisfies puffy i'm tired man. i was procrastinating on this so hard but this comic... good...

[chain-draws-stuff]

HOW LONG HAVE I HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING???

EndKing!Steve

Chapter 17

Confession

Steve pov:

Said that I was chosen to set them all free. Like I was someone special...I looked at the one with the black and red tainted window...it had its phantom but...where's the statue? Nevertheless, it wasn't worth finding out considering if its just another worthless phantom wondering around the void. I wasn't up to another wild goose chase, but I was still curious about the phantom on the glass weather they got out or not...I was brought back to reality when the figure called my name

????:Steven...

The figure called

Steve:...

Steve:please don't call me that...it makes me very uncomfortable

????:Ahh...i understand..

????:We should be heading back to the castle before anything else happens

The figure says with there monotone and there static voice

I shook my head as we exited back through where I entered the underground structure. I flew my elytra as I began flying towards the castle

Back at the overworld...

Narrator pov:

It was another boring day. Nothing changed ever since Steve left the town for a few weeks...everything was peaceful but...something was missing

.....

Kaite hasn't been herself in a while and hasn't been herself I mean she's just bored nowadays. She was lying down on her bed as she waits as time passed by. Time passes as Kaite lays down still bored. Kaites life hasn't changed much...considering she just bullies Steve for who knows how long, and alongside with Billy. She felt that something was missing...was it Steve? Friendship? No one could tell...but all we know is that she wasn't done with life's plans...yet..

It's now been an hour since Kaite hasn't left her room...

(Nock nock)

Billy: sissss!

Billy shouted from the other side of the door

Kaite: what is it this time! If its another one of your pranks planned for Chris I'm not up to that right now!

Billy: come on! It's going to be fun!

Billy shouts trying to get his sister to join in on another one of his pranks

But knowing Billy he was hella stubborn and knowing that this is just going nowhere as she finally opend the door 

Kaite: ugh fine...but if we get in trouble I'm blaming you for it

Billy: Awesome!

Billy exclaims excitedly, grabbing his sister by the hand leading her outside towards Chris and Austin house hiding behind one of the trees

As a few minutes passed because I'm lazy :P

As time passed Chris finally showed up and walked right into Billy's prank. Chris stepped on the pressure plate activating the Redstone contraption leading to the dispenser pouring out water on top of his head. Kaite and Billy burst out laughing from this. They both started running away from the scene.

After running back to the house Billy then got to his room watching some...(hehe I'm gonna do it >:]) Cocomelon (XDDD). As he was in his room Kaite decided to go outside to the bakery near the school, on her way there she saw lily on the sidewalk

When Kaite got to the bakery...(I'm very lazy ok???)

Kaite pov:

I got to the bakery to check on what I could buy, I saw lily entered the store so I decided to say hello...in my way

I got close where she still couldn't see me I went behind her back as I gave her a shout of hello. She jumped and scream, I laughed at her reaction.

Lily: dont- don't scare me like that!

She scolds. And punches me on the shoulder

Kaite: ow- ok I kind of deserved that

Lily: you prick! Don't do that!...

She scolds me again while I was still holding my laughter

Kaite: ok! Ok! I'm sorry

I say as I was still holding my laughter...

Lily:...

Lily: uhh...h-hey Kaite I- um...I wanna ask you something...

She says as she tries not to stutter

Kaite: sure what is it?

Lily: I...I- umm...[gosh why is it so hard for me to say?!] Umm...

Lily: CanyoupleasejoinmeinthesleepoverIplanned!

...(too fast? Yeah ik)

Lily: I- I mean...c-could you please come over for a sleepover?

Kaite:oh! Sure thing! I would mind at all

Lily: w- wait...really?

Kaite: yeah sure thing! I have nothing else to do after all...other than just joining Billy with whatever tomfoolery he's doing

She giggled and that was enough to make my heart beating (fast haha)

Kaite: u-umm...oh! Gotta go! See ya later lily!

I say as I exited the bakery and ran back home, my heart racing and a million questions planted in my head. I got back home went upstairs and slammed the door locked ans shut.

Oh God, oh God, oh God! I couldn't even process what i was doing back there...but as i was there...I felt the world slow down around us...I've been having this wierd feeling ever since I met her...but I couldn't recognize it at first...

A few minutes later...(again...I'm too lazy to do this shit)

Narrator pov:

As time passed it was now midnight and Kaite...she was now in front of lily's doorstep and alongside wearing her pajamas, she nocked on the door and...the door creaked open and it was lily wearing her pajamas ready for the sleepover. Everything was almost setup when lily fell off the chair she was standing on luckily I was there to catch her on time. We stared at each other for quite a questionable amount of time. And after a few more seconds Kaite finally put down lily and let her stand up on her own. But before Kaite could even say a word she was immediately grabbed by the shirt by lily pulling her into a kiss, my eyes widen and I pulled away.

Lily:i-im sorry! It's just...I couldn't help it. Y-your just really attractive and I-I really like you,...I was planning on telling you back at the bakery, and that's why I was freaking out and now I did this you probably hate me now and-

She cuts her off by pulling her back another kiss. She was shocked at first, but then she melted into it, closing her eyes weaving their way Into her hair as hers moves to my waist and out lips moved in sync.

When Kaite pulled away, we were both now staring at each other.

Kaite: I like you to...

Lily opens her eyes to see staring into hers, a soft smile on Kaites face. She smiled back

Lily: im glad you do, or else this would ended up completely awkward

She starts to laugh and she joined her soon to

Kaite: of course there's always a joke when we're having a moment

She says between laughs

Lily:haha!

Kaite:so uhh...Does this make me you girlfriend?

Lily:yes plea- I mean, yeah sure

She tries to correct herself, but the smile on her face is evident that I've wanted this for forever

Kaite: well, I guess that settles it, I, Kaite, am now officially lily's girlfriend.

She giggles a bit and pres a kiss on her forehead

Lily: your a dork

Kaite: yes but now I'm your dork

She points out and I feel butterflies in my stomach

Lily: my dork

The spent the rest of the night at lily's house, watching movies and playing games, then talking. Doing what people normally do in sleepovers, just this time lily's allowed to kiss her to distract sher from the game, so can win. Now Kaites finally happy that she met her at the park(after they broke up with Steve) because now shes dating the love of her life and she's finally happy and comfortable with herself.....

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??? Pov:

'Well...isn't it that nice...it would be a shame if I did something to ruin this particular moment'

End of chapter 17...

First chapter/previous/next

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YALL THOUGH THIS AU WAS DEAD? HELL NO

THIS TOOK WAYYYYY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED. Anyways hope you enjoyed these 2 lesbians having a moment with each other now also @wendycandycute enjoy this ship :3...@caldraws where the fuck is Arnetta and Cosmic Princess

[voidwritesstuff]

LWTTT:Firewatch

Cw:Mentions of alcohol,attachment issues,Scenes that discuss discrimination for ethnic/black hairstyles.

Summary: As part of his ranger duties, Lucas to train as firewatch under the wing of Mr.Eliott Kingsman, it turns out that being stuck woth a Man in a tower for 8 hours Straight makes sociabilization a rule more than a guideline.

A/n: Based,of course,on the game Firewatch:3c,as always if I made any mistake in tackling some of the themes here please lmk. Im happy to change and correct anything in here.

With his cabin all set up, Lucas has finally finished moving in. All the radio equipment up and connected,his things left in the right place and all boxes unpacked.

He takes a deep breath,calmness taking over him now that everything is done. He rubbs his eyes and lets out a tired sigh,moving in is always such a hassle.

--I Need a coffee--He mutters,going to his coffee maker and setting a Cup down. He turns on the machine and puts in some grounded up coffee in the machine.

The coffee maker comes to life with a whirr and sets the pot on its spot. The song and dance all too known to him, practically he lives off of caffeine.

All he can hope is that the dust that hangs in the air doesnt get into his Cup,and if it did that It doesnt mess with the taste of the coffee. He knows he should clean again,but Jesus, its a pain.

Did he even have the right supplies?. Hopefully Homa-Mart can help him out.

The coffee maker lets out a dry chime,meaning the drink is ready. He pours the brownish liquid into his Cup and adds a bit of cream,stirrs it and goes to drink a sip.

He takes in the silence of the place around him, theres barely the noises of nature with chirping birds,rustling of treetops And blushes. Its..peacefull, and he hasnt lived anything like this in a while.

But his peace is disturbed as he sneezes, a loud noise that mightve startled anyone in the vecinity

"Okay yeah,i need to clean up" He thinks with a scowl, going to check his box with cleaning supplies, which is in a corner.

Setting down the cup,Lucas starts to rummage through, hoping he can find something that Will help with dust whilist he drinks his coffee.

Five minutes go by where he starts to Grab a few supplies and gets thing ready to clean up. And just when he was going to get a bucket of water for cleaning,he heard a knock on the door.

--Mr.Cole!--Comes the muffled voice of Sally Witherspoon.--Sorry for the early morning intrusion but theres something you need to know

Lucas sighs,a little annoyed but sets down the bucket and walks to the main door. He checks the peephole and sees that effectively,Miss Witherspoon was there,something under her arm.

He opens the door and smiles politely--Morning,Miss.

--Morning,Mr.Cole-- Sally smiles with politeness. Her Jheri curls falling across her forehead, her dark grey eyes a little tired but kind-- Sorry for the intrusion.

Shaking his head,he answered-- dont worry.What do you need?

-- As part of your ranger duties you'll have to take up the post of firewatch-- she explained,taking from under her arm a file and handing it over to him-- Heres the information you need. Our current firewatch,Mr.Kingsman,Will show you the ropes

--Oh uhm...--He hesitates,not Keen on spending so much time with a stranger--How Many hours exactly?

Sally thinks for a moment,wavering numbers in her brain--About eight hours per day I believe.

His lips purse but he nodds--Okay,good. Uh,i was just cleaning up. So...

The woman nodded--I understand,Have a good day Mr.Cole

--You too,miss--He nodds at her and goes back in,closing the door behind him and walks into his livingroom--fuck me,just what I need.

Just when he thinks hes going to make progress on his hunt for Rainbow, something throws a wrench in his plans. But he couldnt say no,it was his responsability and he might get the boot if he doesnt.

So,he throws the file on the table and goes to clean. Hopefully it helps with clearing his head.

-♡-

In the file theres standard stuff,protocol, uniform, and a list of things that he had to do as a firewatch. Plus the date of when his training would begin , that being Next week.

At least he could take his time to make peace with the fact that hes going to be socializing and stalling his Real motive as to why hes here.

But now his house is clean, and by now midday has settled, so he better make some lunch for himself and get ready for some more work during the afternoon.

Its odd how domestic life has felt since he moved to Milton-Haven, a proper routine, a solid place to rest. It feels both so unnatural and yet so good to have a place to call home, after weeks of living in his van well...everything becomes a good upgrade.

He sits on the couch,lunch long since eaten. Its a nice warm day, summer is both a blessing and pain sometimes, but the constant sunlight and green leaves are a nice sight- Especially to someone like Lucas,who sees the peaceful Beauty in it.

And he also realizes hes getting too attached to this house,to This place. He meant to not do that,this house is has a purpose,and this place just contains something hes looking for.

Lucas hes been trying hard not to get attached to anyone,they can be leverage, and worst of all...

Because doesnt trust himself to not hurt them.

He already has a history of hurting people he cares about.

Whose to say it wont happen again.

Yet speaking of people who he cares for, the loud ringing of his telephone makes him jump from his spot on the couch. A sudden,rash movement where he grips the arm rests and feels like a cat who just got startled.

--Jesus fucking-!--He exclaims,chest drummig with his violent heartbeat. Rapid,ragged breath which barely fills his lungs-- who the hell could it be?!

With anger and a bit of shame at his own reaction, he grabs the phone and answers. --Hello?--He asked,voice a little too harsh.

--And who took a shit on your breakfast?--Comes the voice of Jane Zhao,a good friend of his from the army.

--Goodness gracious, woman!--He chided,voice breaking-- You scared me! I was thinking about stuff!

--Oh thank god I stopped you before you hurt yourself then!

He scowls, feeling like a kid who is getting messed with by an adult. Jane was like his heart aunt, and despite nearing 80,she is his biggest support and bully. A sassy old woman she was.

--What do you want,Jane?--He slump back ln the couch and setting the base of the telephone on his lap. In his voice its clear hes not in the mood for any jokes.

--Oh dont be so sour-- the old woman said with faux concern-- I just want to check in on you

--'m okay,settling in-- he answered, looking out a nearby window,his voice is just a little too heavy.

--Uh-huh-- by the sound of her voice she doesnt believe him-- are you sure theres nothing on your mind?

--The only thing on my damn mind is that you scared me shitless!--He growled,scowl deepening.

Silence. Heavy silence.

Oh shit.

--Jane i-

--Lashing out? Now thats not the Lucas I know--Jane sounds soft, genuienly concerned like the mother she was.

He sighs loudly, holding his nose bridge --Sorry. God,im so sorry. Everythin' has just been...a lot.

--C'mon, whats on your mind kiddo?

God,that stupid nickname still hits him so hard.

Its so tough to hold back his tears,but he manages-- its just- its just...I have to meet the firewatch guy. Hes going to train me and ill spend at least eight hours a day for god knows how much and i...

--Youre scared to get attached?

How does she know him so well?

--Somethin' like that--He answered,trying to act tough and like nothing bothered him

And he swears shes snickering, but he concentrates on the greenery outside his home,past his porch. The grown trees,the green Grass and the blue,blue Sky.

--Well,I understand where you come from--The old woman added,voice softening and cooing-- I understand, especially after...--She clears her throat-- you know everything.

He lets out a grunt,he knows she knows.

But she continues talking-- But take this as a fresh start.

--Im not here for a fresh start

--life doesnt always give you what you want,kiddo-- She answers with a hint of amusement in her voice. He can just picture the small,smug smile on her wrinkled face and the look of playfullness in her old ,warm eyes.--Sometimes it gives you what you need...

--And that is?

--Dont make me say it, lucas--She chided,as if he already knew her answer.

--C'mon,Say it

--Youre not going to like it--Jane answered with a sing-songy voice. Shes playfull but also trying to get her point across.

Lucas is a little tired of mind games,Jane always had a way to get on his nervers--Try me

She lets out a snort,a long snort with genuine amusement. It makes him smile a little--Friends! Friends you stupid crud muffin!

Oh,oh God.

With shame creeping up on him,his head hangs low. His face darkening with blush,well- he got this coming.

--Jane-

--No no,dont  "jane" me, young Man!--She chided,voice stern that made him remeber the times his own mom scolded him. It makes his back straighten at the mere memory-- you need Friends,goverment conspiracy or not. You need some Friends and fresh air. Youve got the fresh air covered and now you need-

--Who says I need Friends?--He asked,trying to play stupid. That is until the silence on the other end gives him the answer-- Okay fine,I get it. Point made

--Listen,its okay to feel scared-- The old woman cooed-- And worried,especially with everything that happened to you. But this is something good,dont let it go by

Lucas deinflates,nodding along to the words. Yes he was scared,yes hes worried, but hes acting like a child. He knows this but he doesnt want history to repeat itself,maybe he wouldnt be able to live through that a second time.

--Youre a grown ass Man,Cole. You know that--Jane added.

--I...know--He answered with a sigh--I know but I cant just- just...L-look,What happened to Wh-Wheeeler...I cant go through that again, okay?

--Who says itll be just like last time?--He keeps quiet,unsure of the answer-- its okay to feel fear,but you cant let it define you.

--i knoww-- he sighs and rubbs his eyes-- I know youve got a point

--Itll be fine,kid. I promise.

Lucas knows he can trust her words,shes important to him. She wants the best for him, and shes older so shes ought to know a thing or two. Even in his 50s,Theres still an adult to listen to- or to go for advice.

God,hes really got to catch up with growing up,huh?

--Fine. I guess ya have a Point-- the way he sounds so...deinflated is quite funny to hear. Like a kid admitting their moms right-- Any great nuggets of wisdom? And if you say to just be myself ill actually hang up.

Jane laughs,sounding extremely young in the process--Okay,okay,dont hang up. Just let it flow

--Im hangin' up--he half joked.

--Listen okay! Not much wisdom other than take it easy,just breathe--She added,trying to comfort him-- Im sure itll be fine so long as you dont force anything,hopefully your guide is going to be fun and easy going

--Youre wishing that I get adopted by an introvert?--Lucas joked with a smirk.

--If thats what it takes for you to make Friends? Then sure-- both chuckle at that,and then she continues-- I hope this is good for you.

He smiles,looking down at the floor just a little flusted-- ah,thanks Jane.

--Of course kid- Hey,what have you been up to? Tell this ol' bag of bones. I want to listen to my favorite nephew and his life

The army veteran laughs loudly, shaking his head--Im not even your nephew!

--Psht! Who cares--She giggled-- c'mon talk

--Yes ma'am--he Snickered

And for the rest few hours,they talk and catch up. It feels like a family chat,it warms up his heart and feels...at ease- maybe he just needed someone to talk to.

-♡-

Eventually Next week rolled around, and by monday he goes to the firewatch tower for his first "class", he was so nervous he almost forgot to clip his ranger badge on his belt. Up the stairs he goes,cussing out the ammount of steps up the tall tower-God,he Hates it.

But he does make it up with a little bit of a ragged breath, he knocks on the door and he hears--Who is it?

--Lucas Cole? Im supposed to be trained for.. firewatch?

Under the warm morning sun he all but practically Cooks himself,so he scoots closer to the shade provided by being underneath the overhang of the cabin.

--Oh right! Yes come in--the other Man added-- I was waiting for you

He turns the handle on the door and steps into the cabin, its cold and cool and Lucas cant help but sigh in relief and close the door behind him as he steps in.

Before him,sitting at a desk, he sees a black Man, light brown warm eyes,black hair in locks that are put up in a bun, skin that is a dark taupe brown, wearing a park ranger uniform with a welcoming smile.

And hes visibly younger too,Around early 30s. Which makes Lucas feel stumped.

Oh,God has a sense of humor alright.

--Im Eliott Kingsman,Nice to meet you!--He extends his hand towards the Man,and Lucas goes to meet him with hesitant steps and shake his hand.

His grip is a little weak and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Palms sweaty and a tight lipped smile-- nice to meet you,Mr. Kingsman.

--Eliott Will do-- The other Man answers, voice friendly-- do you mind if I call you Lucas?

The ex soldier shakes his head--Ah no no, i dont mind.

Eliott smiled-- Alright,Lucas. Ready to get started?

--Uh...sure--He sits down with him at the desk and Eliott starts to teach him about firewatch protocol,lingo,and ways to report a Fire.

Lucas is surprised just how military it feels like, things like escape routes for hikers near a possible Fire,how to guide firefighters towards an ongoing Fire.

And also hes suddenly very aware of just how Many Fire hazards there can be, Like fireworks,dry Grass,campfires that havent been stinguished properly...

Its a lot to take in,but he figured he can manage if Eliott gives him a moment. Which he figured he'd do, his instructor has been nothing but the sweetest,most understanding Man. He'd answer any doubts or questions he has,always patient and warm.

--Oh,and You'll need to know how to operate radio equipment--Eliott adds--Do you know how?

Lucas cant help but laugh,a genuine,belly laugh which leaves his fellow Man smiling but just confused-- I sure do,I was a radioman in the war

It seems to click in the other Mans head and he nodds-- Oh,oh right well uh-- Eliott chuckles a little awkard--In retrospect my question seems a little stupid now,doesnt it?

The ex soldier laughs--No,you didnt know. Its alright.

His instructor nodds,still a little flustered--Well,its going to be a long few eight hours,so ill preface by saying this can get boring.

Lucas nodded--I can see how, I'd call it..peacefull.

Eliott chuckled,nodding along--Unless you gotta deal with shithead teens who dont care for rules--He smirks at a memory-- Ive had a few run Ins with unruly teens with firehazards

--Its a small town,im not surprised --The other Man agreed.

--You know,I think the only two teens Ive never had to tell off were the Castro kids

--Lazaro and his sister,right?--the older Man asked,recognizing the last name-- Laz tends to the bar downtown and his sister...--He makes a pause-- I actually dont know much about her

Eliott scoffs out a laugh--Hah,yeah well theyre both good kids. Jerico goes to university, you can usually find her by the lake doing homework. Theyre both good kids

--Id say as much,though I do recall seeing a carving in the old cabin before I fixed it...

--Ah im not surprised,theyre still teens--The firewatch guy added,crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.--At least their worst offense is vandalism of an old cabin

--Fair enough,could defenetly be worse-- Lucas agreed,nodding along-- They do seem...quieter

--something like it--His companion answered,looking out of the Giant Window before him-- Chatterboxes the both of them,but only with the people they like.

--You sound like youve spent quite a bit of time around 'em --The old soldier puts his leg over his own knees and fiddles with his dogtags.

--Kind of? Jers more of a regular than lazaro. Laz is always working at the bar or studying,his sister comes around here quite a lot. So ive had the chance to talk to her a lot more. I'd say the kids are alright

Lucas nodds, unsure on what else to say about the subject. He turns to look to the blue horizon too, wondering if he'll ever see any smoke in these days of however long his training Will be.

So far,his company has proven to be nice.

--Can- can i uh...ask what made you ta-take this j-job?--There he goes again,that nervous stutter of his.

--Ah Well,my mom always made sure me and my sisters knew Fire safety. My old Man was an actual firewatch,and I have a lot of good memories in this cabin. So here i am,though I do have a degree in wildlife biology

Surprised,Lucas blinks a few times and turns to look at the Man beside him--And youre working here?

Eliott shrugged,a little sheepish--Heres where my soul feels at home. So here I stay

--I can respect that,I like that--He answered with a smile-- I myself always had a thing for tech,hence why I became a radioman

He sees the eyes of his instructor fill with light and awe. Clearly hes got so Many things to ask, but before he ever opens his mouth he seems to settle down as if he remembered something.

--Gonna be honest,I have a million questions but I know PTSD is a thing so I dont want to Open a wound

Lucas feels his chest warm up at his care,he chuckles a little shy and shakes his head--Ask away,I dont mind.

--Just...tell me if I ask something really personal,please?--Eliott sounds so genuienly worried,its endearing.

--I Will,dont worry man--He answered with a warm smile-- c'mon,shoot

--Was...was that a joke?

A snort leaves the old soldier and he shakes his head. His companion sounds so desilusioned and exhasperated--Hah,no. But It could be

--I...--The younger Man hesitates,before shaking his head and shrugging it off--Okay so...how long was your service?

--Around fourteen months...

--Woah,thats uh...a really short service--eliott answered-- no uhm...no offense. Can I ask what happened?

Lucas purses his lips,looking away at the floor. Which prompts his companion to ask--Do you have any buddies back in the day?

Hes met with more silence and the other Mans face of deep discomfort--Oh god,just forget about it,lets change the subject,im so Sor--

The old soldier shakes his heads,stopping him by raising a hand--No-no its alright,dont sweat it. I had my buddies,yeah.

--Oh,thats good--Eliott smiled awkwardly--Do you uh..want to talk about that?

--I uh- not now. --Lucas answered, sounding sheepish--I can say it was uh- f-fun. My- my captain wa-Was very fun to be around..

The younger Man knows better than to ask why he used past tense,so he doesnt. Instead he turns to ask about his love for radio equipment,which makes the older Man light up like a kid in christmas and absolutely infodump about radios and how they work.

Quite endearing to hear and see,so he lets him talk until the end of their shift.

-♡-

Their first few days of his training is quite boring and bleak, mostly conversation and getting to know Eliott. All about his family,his two sister and his retired parents.

Lucas' favorite bit is that all of the mugs the cabin were made by Melanie, one of Eliotts sisters,and that they were a regular gift. They were comfortable to hold,and quite colorful.

And the ex soldier wonders if Eliott can ask his sister to make one for him.

Right now they sit at the cabin,the sun setting over the horizon. The Sky is purple,pinks and oranges that Mingle with beautiful swirls and whisps of clouds that seem to glow with the last few Rays of sunlight.

What a beautiful sight, with the treetops darkening as night takes its place in the Sky. Starts start to appear and they twinkle with ancient,ancient,glee

--Hey,do you see that?--Lucas asks setting down the cup with coffee. He looks out of the Window to a soft plume of smoke,slowly rising from a few miles into the forest.

--Oh fuck me--Eliott muttered,also leaving his cup on the desk and standing up--C'mon,its your first campfire busting

The veteran chuckles--You sound so annoyed!

Quickly,the firewatch grabs two torches and a set of radios--Because I am, im quite sure its one of our usual suspects. I dont know why they still try..

--Kids,Man. Theyre not that bright--Lucas takes the second pair of torch and hand held radio that his instructor is holding.

After that,they march to the source of the smoke, walking through the forest and being serenaded by the cacophony of night insects And their path being lit up by fireflies.

It reminds him of his hunting trips back home, better times he guessed.

--Who are our usual suspects?--He asked to a very annoyed Eliott who walks with authority. He was easily around 5'8, built on the bigger side and he could be quite scary if hes annoyed, the soldier almost feels bad for the kids theyre about to kick out.

He does not want to be on the receiving end of that Mans anger.

--If our luck is as shitty as I think it is,itll be the two shitheads Ethan and Reid. Theyre just stupid preetens who think they know everything

--Have you considered they come by just to piss you off?

--Oh,plenty of times.--The firewatch guy said,voice unamused and discontent-- but its still my job to kick them out

--Fair enough

Eliott turns to his apprentice and squints at him--Youre finding this very amusing and I dont like it

Lucas snorted,trying to play dumb--'M not! I just- youre gettin' so worked up over these preteens!

--Because theyre being walking firehazards!--The other Man exclaimed, turning his flashlight to a twinkling wrapper-- oh just what I needed,theyre littering..-- He picks up the wrapper and hands it over to lucas--Here,be useful.

--Hey!--The soldier exlciamed, a little insulted-- 'M not a walking trash can!

Eliott stops and stops his friend from walking by putting his arm infront of him. Before the firewatch in training can ask whats up,both Hear rustling to their right side, two sets of quiet footsteps and muttered conversation that was too low to hear properly.

--I swear if its those two shitheads...--The firewatch Man grumbled,gripping his flashlight just a little tighter.

The rustling continues to grow louder, the conversation starts to make a little more sense with phrases like "couldve been a bigger fire" and "if anyone sees us around here this late we're in deep shit"

--Okay you two! Out of the bushes now!--Eliott yelled, pointing the light to the source of the noise.

Before them stand a pair of siblings that look quite alike,both with brown hair, heart shaped face and green eyes,both look around 19/20. One is a relatively tall woman, 5'6, gold underdye and a single earring in the shape of a black circle,she wears punk clothes with patches,chains and pins all over them.

The other figure is male,greyish emerald eyes with a cobalt blue color on the underside of his hair. Covered in piercings and tattoos,hes built like a brick shithouse and easily reaches 6'1. He wears all black clothes with a few chains and a choker around his throat,he looks fresh out of an emo convention.

--Why the animosity,Eliott?--Asked the male figure, crossing his arms over his chest.

--Yeah,who took a shit on your breakfast?--Asked the woman.-- Also youre leaving us blind, do you mind?

Eliott sighs with relief and lowers the torchlight-- Sorry,sorry,I thought you were Ethan and Reid.

--Well thats an insult--The woman said with a smirk-- ouch

--As I said,sorry. You know those two get on my nerves...

Lucas stands there confused, littered wrapper still in his hand. The male figure...hes seen him before, Back at the bar downtown. But he doesnt recognize the woman with him, but its clearly his sister,they look too much alike not to be related.

--Uh,Eliott?--Asks the old soldier--Who are they?

--Right! Right...--His companion sounds so genuienly tired and just done with the whole thing-- these are the Castros, Lazaro and Jerico. Kids,this is Lucas,the New ranger

--Evening-- both siblings say, polite smiles om their faces

--Uh,evening--he replied,a little creeped out by The Shinning twins vibe theyre giving off.

--What are you two even doing here anyway?-- Eliott quickly steered the conversation towards the matter at hand.

Both see the siblings look at the floor,a bitter gaze and tight lips filled with grief,sadness and utter rage. But its Jerico who gives them the answer with such disdain in her voice--Our Biological parents called...

And not a second afterwards Lazaro continued-- it was a goddamn shitshow. We needed fresh air

--God,now I feel more like an asshole for yelling at you two-- The firewatch said, apologetic and a soft look of pity in his eyes.

Its...its a deep pity,a sadness and a grief for someone else. Lucas wonders what would make his trainer look so...sad, and the siblings looks and stances just seem bathed in anguish, theyre hunched and hold their body close. Jerico hangs her head low,tucked between her shoulders and Lazaro finds his gaze returning to the Grass.

--Not your fault--Lazaro adds, standing just a little closer to his sister--Anyway, we just saw Reid and Ethan being stupid and scared them off. We were just on our way to report the Fire so yall could take care of it

Eliott nodded--Thank you, I wouldve punted them into the sun.

Jerico snorts,suddenly a spark of joy in her eyes before they return to that sadness--Not that we wouldve blamed you

--You guys can stay around for as long as you need, you know where to find me if you happen to need something

--Thanks, we'll be going Now I think-- the woman says, turning to her brother-- Vamo'? (Shall we?)

Lazaro nodded--Da' vamo' (yeah,lets go)

Both bid their goodbyes to the pair of men and quickly leave,getting lost between the trees and bushes. Which prompts both older men to Keep their route towards the Fire.

Something about the interaction doesnt sit well with Lucas, no 19/20 Year old have any bussiness looking that sad and upset.

--were they okay?--Lucas askes-- the siblings I mean

He sees Eliott deinflate--No,not really--He answered,stepping over a Fallen log.

--You seem to know something that I dont-

The firewatch sighs, there was something in the exhale that let him know it was a heavy subject--So Laz and Jer are adopted,rescued by Raymond and Eryz castro, their previous family were pieces of shit. They still have to Keep contact because of the law, until theyre 21. When the biological parents call up its always a goddamn mess, I promise you those two are totally different when they feel good

--Ive met Lazaro at the bar--Lucas said,following his trainer as the scent of smoke started to fill the air--He seemed so full of life, its weird seeing him like that. And from what hes told me about his sister shes just as cheery as he is...

--They are--Eliott agreed, tone shifting to anger--But their biological family always brings out the worst, I swear if you knew how much of a shit their original parents are...--He sighs, looking at the campfire now merely three feet away from them-- but its not my place to talk about it, its their trauma, not mine.

Lucas understands,its out of respect-- I feel bad for them, its a really nice night and they should be enjoying it by having fun, not feeling miserable

--Yeah,agreed. --The other Man answered, his eyes settle on the flames and sees just how shitty the placement of the logs for the campfire Is. Its a miracle that the nearby Grass didnt catch on fire-- Ill have to check in on them tomorrow, hopefully the walk helps them clear their mind. Cmon,lets put this shit out

They put dirt on it and Eliott throws some water from his canteen once the Fire is merely smoldering ash. But for good measure they bury it under more soil.

Afterwards they return to the firewatch tower, Where Lucas Clocks out and bids Eliott goodbye.

Lucas could relate to the siblings,he didnt have the best relationshipp with his parents either. Especially his mom, but he felt bad for the two kids,they didnt deserve any of this and the sadness in their eyes was heartbreaking.

He also thinks about Eliott,he really liked how much of a big heart he had. He was easygoing and quite nice to be around, and he handled the situation with the siblings quite well- aside from accidentally shouting at them.

Soon hes at home and drags himself to his bed,where he lays down,barely taking off his work clothes. And deep within him hes excited for his Next work day at firewatch, he should ask eliott if he checked in on the siblings- he also wants to make sure theyre okay.

Man,Eliott May be growing on him.

And that scares him to the death.

-♡-

A few days go by with more training and more hours of just talking. He feels like hes back at kindergarten, making his first ever friend- and he would like to say that he does not like that at all...

But he would be lying. God,he misses having Friends so bad. Just having someone to talk to,spend time with someone who is easy to talk to and you dont have to worry about alterior Motives.

Lucas now listens to his instructor talk about his Shenanigans in the forest. Something about how Melanie got stuck in a bush and Eliott went to rescue her.

--Her clothes Got tangled in the brush,I...i think the branches were pretty gnarled-- Eliott explains, braiding some waxed threads,all of them green in coloration in an arrow shaped pattern--And when I went to untangle her and I stumbled on a rock and cut my knee on it.

The ex soldier hisses--Jesus,fucking ouch.

--Yeah well...--He chuckled-- I wouldve done it again, I managed to get Melanie out and I ended up getting a few stitches. It broke my heart to see my little sister cry because her big brother was hurt

--That is adorable-- The Florida Man replied with a warm smile--You three sound really close. Thats super nice

Eliott nodded, tying off the wax bracelet now that it was done--Yeah, its nice. We really liked doing eachothers hair the most,We still do- But we usually do it here since I cant leave my post,not until midnight when im relieved.

--Youre the only firewatch guy?

--Until you came along? Not really,I mean theres one more guy that takes the actual nightshift-- He replied,looking at the bracelet hes spent the last three hours making.--Oh! By the way,here. Its for you

Lucas is totally floored as his hands struggle to hold the bracelet, he is silent for a few seconds with wide eyes- He tries to stutter out a response--Oh-Uhm...I..

--If-if you dont like it...

He shook his head-- no,i Love it- I dont get Many gifts...--He smiled and traced the pattern with his thumb.

--Thats sad...--Eliott admitted,gaining a slight flinch from his companion-- Okay well, since youre Severly starved from friendshipp...

Gently,the firewatch Man ties the bracelet around his apprentice's wrist. Then,he stands up and goes to Grab something.

Lucas follows him with his gaze to a box with a few hairbrushes,hair decorations like rings and beads and a few oil and haircare products

--Actually,Whens the last time someone did your hair?--Eliott asked,hauling up the box with ease. He was built strong,evidently.

--...A while...--The soldier answered,a little flustered and with a string of a voice-- You dont have to-

--C'mon dude,look 'round you-- He gestures at the big Windows all around-- what else is there to do? I mean if you dont want to, I wont...

With a sigh, the older Man undos his hairbun,letting his curly hair fall well past his face and shoulders and contrast nicely against his light brown skin.

--Nuthin' too complicated,or flashy--He answered, slouching a little in defeat and a tiny bit of embarassment.

--Yessir-- Eliot answered with a boyish grin, taking out his supplies-- side Braids it is!

The moment the younger Mans hands meet his scalp,Lucas tries his best not to melt. God,he was touchstarved wasnt he?

Whens the last time hes got a proper contact with someone, one that didnt feel threatening or malicious. He melts eventually of course,His friend is quite carefull with each twist and turn of his hair, and by the end his sidebraids look beautiful.

Its been a really good while since he had anything done to his hair- His dad would braid it for him when he was a kid,but that was about it.  He understood the appeal but with everything he went through he rarely had the strength or energy for it. 

For the past few months,hes been fueled by spite alone. Thats the only reason he got so far...

But as he looks at himself in the firewatch cabin's bathroom mirror..

He smiles,tracing over them and the little few beads of green that Eliott had added. A sense of nostalgia washes over him, isnt it so nice when someone helps you take care of yourself?

--theyre beautiful, thanks man--Lucas says,leaning on the entrance to the cabin bathroom.

--Im glad you like em--Eliott answered with a smile-- now excuse me, but I need to use the bathroom

With a spark of mischief,The soldier doesnt move. Instead he copies the other Mans movements, If eliott moves to the right,he moves to the right, and if he tried to go left he'd go right with him.

--C'mon you big dumbass--The younger Man protested,the entrance being blocked by the tall and skinny Man before him.

--I dont know what youre talking about...

This goes on for a few more seconds before Eliott grabs his shoulders and pulls him to the side. It catches him by surprise and just how easily he is moved away by a guy that was 9 inches smaller than him.

--You shithead--Eliott said with a grin,closing the door behind him as he entered the bathroom-- Nex time im throwing you off the tower!

Lucas cant help but cackle at the threat thats muffled by the door now closed. He nodds along and says--We'll see about that!

Eliott smirks to himself,Rolling his eyes with fondness.

Hes just glad Lucas is slowly opening up to him.

-♡-

As that nights shift ends,both men go down the stairs to the park proper. Its around nine, and Lucas is starving hungry and just as hes about to leave for his house,he hears his companion go.

--Hey Lucas! Want to Grab dinner at Dyonysus'

Turning to meet Eliotts gaze,he asks--Huh?

--Yknow,the bar downtown--the other Man says with a grin-- They make good food,and Laz is there. Which means we get a discount

The old soldier snorts--That cant be approved by the bar...

--Its not but its not like the kid cares--Eliott shrugged,twirling his car keys on his pointer finger-- C'mon,itll be fun.

Lucas sighs,scratching the back of his neck, the night just started,and he doesnt really feel like working his ass off after such a long day.

Boredom can be tiring and he doesnt want his brain to become mush while the cicadas And grasshoppers sing away under the cloudless night.

--Ah well, fine. Whats the worse that could happen?

--Eyy thats my man--Eliott patts the Mans shoulder with fondness,then he looks at his wrist watch-- meet you there in an hour?

--Sounds good

He watches the younger Man leave with a big grin in his face,its a little contagious and he soon finds himself smiling as well.

Perhaps he can allow himself a little fun.

-♡-

Eliott stepped into his home with a sigh, flipping his keys into the keyhole And turning. God,hes exhausted.

--Evening,Mr.Kingsman--Says one of his neighborgs,walking down the Hall.

--Oh! Mr.Wales,good evening--He turns to see a middle aged Man,brownish salt and pepper hair,beard, Brown eyes hid behind round glasses,he wears a dress shirt and pants, a vest a tie and dress shoes. --Youre closing up shop just now?

--Well uhm..long day-- Mr.Wales replies,a little sheepish--I had to stay behind to catch up on paperwork

Pursing his lips,The younger Man answers-- I wish you luck, your wife is not going to like it

Mr.wales chuckled--Yeah, I can just hear her scolding me for it

--Hah! Yeah. Man,Its a shame though- Me and my buddy are going to Grab dinner at downtown D's . I was going to ask if you wanted to come with

--Perhaps another time,Eliott. That does sound lovely,have fun--the older Man smiled politely and starts walking back to his home.

--Thank you,have a goodnight desmond--Eliott answered and stepped into his home to shower and get decent.

As he walks to his bathroom,he doesnt pay much attention to his house- Though he does know he needs to clean a bit more, theres a bit of dust literally everywhere, above his record shelf and record player,on the TV and coffee table...even his couch!

Its clear he isnt around often, he doesnt remember the last time he sat down and watched a movie by himself,or cooked a proper meal in his cozy kitchen.

He barely has his plants alive just because his sisters come by to water them.

--Aaaalright, lets get this over with-- He turns on the light to his bathroom, its more funcional than pretty but its not an eyesore. Just your average restroom with white tiles, shower courtains and a few haircare products.

He turns on the shower and humms under his breath,pulling off his hair bun and letting his locs fall across his shoulders. His scalp hurts a little too much and he knows he needs to start letting his hair rest- judgement be damned.

But he didnt want to risk losing his job because some white woman got freaked out by his locks. And even if Sally has his back....

Its just hair, its just a hairstyle,why the need to freak out? It doesnt make him any less good at his job,it doesnt impact his capabilities...

Why would he have to white wash himself to appease a few...?

The first few whisps of vapor from the hot water snaps him back to the Real world,His eyes settle on the hair care products he has and rolls back his shoulder. He better hurry up

Off he takes his uniform shirt and sets it aside, his eyes catching sight of his reflection in the mirror and the two curving scars undernath his pectorals.

And he feels...joy  hidden behind all the worries. Its a reminder,its his body, and its his hair- he should do as he pleased with it.

Speaking of- he better get to washing himself.

-♡-

After his shower,he goes to change,he still has a few minutes before he has to leave for the bar. He hopes he can get there in time,hes not the best at time management.

He puts on a white tee with the logo of "Pablo Honey" Radiohead's album released in '93, wearing some light blue jeans,black Converse and a two necklaces: one is a bead necklace of brown and with daisy decorations,and the other one is a vynil record with an ovloid gem hanging from it.

That should be light enough so he doesnt Cook himself alive.

And so off he goes to the bar in his old green pickup truck.

-♡-

Lucas got home twenty minutes after leaving the tower, he goes to shower and when hes out he goes to change.

Hes trying hard not to overthink it, its just grabbing dinner with the guy- and its not like he can back out now, it would make him look like an asshole.

But he still worries somebody Will see him with Eliott, he doesnt want to drag the poor,sweet guy into his mess- and he doesnt want to lose anyone ever again,not by anybody's hand and specially not by his.

And Jane was right,he needs some Friends. Yet its been so long since he befriended anybody,and much more less on purpose,most he got was some nice words from the passerbys he met on his trip to Milton-Haven.

Hes sure Jane would have something to say if she knew what was going on- Probably followed by a smartass remark.

Outside the night is still calm,singing insects and clear skies with dry,hot wind. He wonders if Janes suffering the heat as much as he is,and he hopes shes alright.

God,he could just call her.

Was she even awake at this hour?

Lucas picks up the phone and dials Janes number, and just as the first beep can be heard,she picks up-Well,that was fast...

--Hey,its you--Jane said with a smirk-- Good evening, whats up?

--Nuthin' just...got worried--He answered,sitting on the couch--Im going out and I just wanted to see how you've been,especially with the heat.

From the phone he can hear a soft cooing and a sweet giggle of endearment--Worried for me? Youre just the sweetest,Lucas. Im alright,ive learnt to deal with the heat- so dont worry about little ol' me

A chuckle leaves him--Fair 'nough

--But im interested in that "goin' out" bussiness...How About you tell Auntie Jane about that?

He snorts and shakes his head,nosy thing she is--My instructor invited me to Grab dinner,Hes a cool fella...

--It sounds like youve made Friends with the guy!

--Oh my GOD dontcha start

--Thats sooo sweet! Youve made a friend!

--Okay NOW youre sounding condescending!--Lucas complained,a little flustered--Jesus,Jane.

Jane laughs loudly,the sound warming up his heart and making him feel...at ease. She was one of the few he considered family,and its...nice to have someone to reach out to.

As the laughter dies down,he can feel the air shift in the conversation. As if his heart aunt knew something was off with him.

Old people or grandma intuition, he guessed.

--Whats up,Lucas?

He sighs quite loudly,hes just a little annoyed she can read him so well--I think.. I think im just gettin' in my head over It. I dont want to drag him into any of my wild shit

--A valid fear--She agreed,voice soft and thoroughly maternal with that blanket like warmth in her voice-- but Lucas,you Also need to stop thinking theyre out to get you twenty four seven.

Lucas nodds--Yeah well,easier said than done

--Fair enough-- she answered-- But if they wanted to do something to the poor guy,they wouldve already

The Man lets out a long,deinflating sigh--I....I guess ya have a point there.

--Just go,have fun--Jane concluded-- and if anyone tries anything, cave their teeth in

He snorts quite loudly-- Ah Yes, Auntie Janes good, reliable advice.

--Im here to help--the old woman snickered-- Cmon,go have fun and tell me everything tomorrow.

--Fine,I Will. Night,Jane.

--Night,kiddo.

-♡-

He drove to downtown Milton-Haven,to the bar that looks both rustic and ripe with the architecture of the 90s. "Dyonysus Bar" read the grand neon sign of blue letters decorated with red spider lillies that shone in the warm night.

Theres music spilling past the closed Doors,he fixes the collar of his green plaid button up and steps in to be greeted with the deathly chill of the place- A nice change from the heat of the outside door.

Within the bar its crowded, people from early twenties to late seventies just enjoying food and drinks and talking over the soft jazz music in the air.

Looking around,he searches for Eliott who should be around somewhere. And he finds him sitting at the bar and talking to the barkeep,Lazaro.

--Ah!,There y'are--Eliott grinned with boyish glee,wavingh him over--Lookin' Snazzy!

The older Man snorts,feeling sheepish. Hes just wearing a green,plaid button up,black jeans and dress shoes--i dont tend to dress up-- he shook his friend's hand and sat beside Him.

--Well you should do it more often,lucas--Lazaro Chimed in, a smile on his face--What is it going to be,Gentlemen? --Both men hesitate, looking at eachother--Right,hol' on

From underneath the counter he grabs two sets of menus And hands them over.

--Well then,ill go tend to the other costumers. Call me over once you decide--Lazaro added before he left to tend the other people.

--You promise the food here is good?--Lucas half joked,looking at the menu.

Eliott snorts--Trust me,city boy. Its good--He Gently nudged him in a teasing manner--Look,if laz's sister likes the food here,then its good.

--Shes a picky eater?

The younger Man nodded--She is

--Its funny how his sister always comes into every story you tell me about 'em--Lucas said with a smirk.

With a snort,his companion answers--Siblings,you cant get one without the other. I'd know

A short pause is had between their conversation as the older Man considers his Next words.

Point of no return it is

--Wh-What uhm...Whats your family li-Like? -- the veteran asked,a little sheepish.

He sees his friend grin with such joy,he struck a nerve- in the good kind of way. And so,he listens

--Oh my family is wonderfull!--He cheered-- My mom and dad always encouraged us to be ourselves! Ever since I was a kid,they didnt care for what others thought of them, their prioroty has always been that their kids are happy

Lucas feels his chest warm up--That sounds very nice,All parents should make their kids the prioroty.

--Yeah! Even started reffering to me by he and him back when I was just a kid--Eliott answered-- I mean,i know im lucky. Not all parents have the best reaction to their kid being trans

And a sudden pause, like hes said a little too much.

The veteran blinks for a few moments of stupor,but he nodds. Eliott smiles sheepishly,if not a little too anxious. --Right,thing about me- he tried to continue,but his friend interrupts him,sincerity deep un his voice.

--No,no dont worry. I understand,I Wont judge.

--Right...uh--The younger Man hesitated,starting to giggle nervously-- uhm...yes. That,so- so you know, my family's pretty rad.

--Sorry I didnt mean to make you unconfortable--Lucas answered,a shy tone--Its your life, you do what you want. I support you

Eliott lets out a quite loud sigh, he giggles as a nervous reaction and he turns his eyes to the menu, but its clear hes not reading-- Ah thanks. So yeah,cool family

--Im glad, that nice-- the older Man added--How about your sisters uhm..whats life like as a brother,im an only Child

His companion seems happy to change the subject-- They were the best companions I could have. Other people dont get along with their siblings,but I do. I love them with all my heart, we're partners in crime ever since we were kids --He thumbs the bead necklace around his neck--Gina made these, one for the three of us. Shes the youngest and the best at these kinds of things

The veteran smiles,looking at the necklace. Its clearly old but well taken care of--Its gorgeous,its nice you have this little trinket.

--Yeah,i take care of it like gold--Eliott chuckled.

Both then see Lazaro approach,polishing a glass. He looks friendly but with a sense of urgency in his step, and when hes close to the both of them he says.

--Guys hi,sorry to interrupt the chat but please order something before I get in trouble--Theres an anxious, if not a little worried smile on his lips.

Which reminds the men that they ought to order something. They skimm through the menu and quickly order,Apologizing to the bartender that quickly regains his usual jovial energy.

And though both laugh it off and feel really bad for stressing out poor sweet lazaro,they cant help but find the situation hilarious and soon return to yapping

Conversation wavers in the realm of domesticity and pop culture, Eliott is a big fan of Slasher flicks, and Lucas is damn clueless about it but he listens intently- Its nice to just feel like pals chatting.

Feels comfortable,just to sit and get to know a person. One on one,no distraction and it reminds him of the chats under the moonlight he'd have with Alphonso and his war buddies.

Hell, Alphonso was the one to give him his first beer.

Nostalgia,thats what he feels as the memory of it lowers down his spine to his heart where it Nestles with heavy,blue joy. The softnening of his eyes clues Eliott in that his friend remembers something, and now that there was alcohol in his system and he felt quite at ease... well he opens up

Lucas talks about his time in the army,the dumb bits and the nostalgic bits. There is such a boyish youth in his eyes as he talks.

Its been proven that a person gets stuck mentally to the age you lived your trauma...

And the once old veteran now sounds so young ,big grin on his face and such a sparkle in his tired old eyes. In the body of a Man theres just a boy,talking to his friend about his life experiences

Eliott looks so delighted to see the rush of joy in the other Mans eyes, and he decides to sit and listen. Even food does nothing to stop the soldier from yapping away like a radio,he eats and talks and god isnt it endearing? The room seems lighter and brighter just by his happiness alone.

But the old soldier is sober enough to Keep the Darker dealings to himself. But the content smile doesnt leave his face and does wonders to hide his intent of obscuring the bitter moments.

And when their night comes to a close,both sober now and well into the wee hours of the morning. They bid eachother goodbye,and Lucas leaves feeling like he has finally made a good friend.

-♡-

After their little Bar hangout at "Downtown Ds", as the locals called It, Lucas found his fondness for Eliott growing-Its something he knew was missing,but didnt admit it.

Humans were social creatures,he knew that well- So its no surprise he yearned for such companionship, well its no surprise to everyone except him.

Lucas feels...excited to see him, to spend time with him.

So,he wakes up bright and early to see him,even if he had just a few hours of sleep on him- he just wanted to get there in time. Hes sure that if Jane saw the smile on his face she'd describe it as "Child-like" and "Brighter than the sun".

From his excitement he almost forgets to Grab his badge,the rules said he always had to have it on him. Thank god this song and dance was routine to him at this point.

Its an endearing sight to see him speed through his routine,with his sidebraids still intact and well taken care of because he appreciates them.

The pure joy in his step as he walks down to the firewatch tower. Not even the heat can slow him down or deter his mood, he enjoys the cool breeze that blows past his locks and Gently caresses his face and the sunlight making his brown and green eyes look deep and sparkly.

Old soldier looking like a young child, excited for the day ahead.

Eventually he starts to see the looming structure of the tower,with its weathered wood,the metal steps and a few crate supplies waiting by the foot to the stairs to be hoisted up and into the cabin with its grand Windows that let him and Eliott see the beautiful forest from a birds eye view.

Speaking of Eliott,he finds him a few feet away from the tower talking to a woman,at first he didnt think too much of it, his instructor seemed friendly whilist talking to the woman,Sure the woman had some camping Gear but he didnt worry too much about it.

Until he hears the woman raise her voice,shrill and quite unpleseant.

And quite mean too

--Excuse you! Im within my rights to camp here!. Its a park isnt it not?

--Lady,please this is not a designated camping spot. And youre planning to build a Fire here,and thats a hazard! There are firepits further down the main trail!

The woman,Tiny, covered in both mosquito repellent and sunscreen, seems to scowl quite heavily at the idea of "designated Fire pits"

--Theyre ugly!--She stated in a "matter of fact" way,as if thats justification enough.

--But theyre safe-

--I want to talk to a supervisor, I want to make sure you're part of the actual firewatch!--She shrilled with entitled anger, and thats when Lucas quickly approaches the scene.

--Lady,i am wearing the unifo-

--Who in their right mind would hire someone that looks so...unkempt! When was the last time you even washed your h-

Okay,thats it.

Up until then Eliott hasnt seen his friend angry,but seeing the way his confused face settles into a deep,venomous sneer is enough to spook Him and take a step back ot of caution.

The older Man looks at the camping Gear and then at the woman,who seems to look back quite puzzled as her bright blue eyes lay their gaze on him.

--Eliott,we're allowed to confiscate posible Fire hazards,right?

--Uh,yes.

--Good-- he answered,voice so devoid of that warm friendliness that its almost off putting--Then you get on with that and I go take this woman out of the park

--Wha-?!--The woman chided before he tries to scort her away,all it does though is make the woman scream and yell about it being unfair,that she didnt do anything and drawing attention to herself.

Most of the people around knew that Lucas was a ranger,or well recognized the Man that was the ranger- He didnt talk, but the badge on his belt was enough deterrent to anyone wanting to stop him.

He kicks the woman out and simply stares unmoved as she hurls all sorts of insults at him. Though as shes about to Grab a pebble to throw at him he simply raises his hand.

--Lady,im allowed to defend myself. And I am quite the sharp shooter--He is so non-chalant about the whole deal, such a threatening air laced in his words. -- And one more thing,my Friends hair doesnt make him any less good at his job. So stuff your nose in yer own bussiness from now on.

Needless to say he watches the woman leave without much fuss afterwards.

Eliott meanwhile,takes up the things belonging to the woman whilist mulling over Lucas' reaction. Hes never seen something like that come from him, he was so...calm about the whole deal, unsettlingly so.

Its also incredibly awesome.

--Hey bud!--Eliott chirps as he sees his apprentice return,his face still contorted in disgust.-- Kicked out the racist Lady?

He snorted--Ah,i spooked her right back--He patts the other Man shoulder and adds--Like hell 'm lettin' her talk down to my friend like that

Lucas grabs a few of the boxes with supplies and smiles,still a bit tired but otherwise alright-- 'nyway,lets Get these things up.

The younger Man looks like a deer in headlights, its the first time hes heard his companion call him a "Friend". As far as he could tell,the soldier was a recluse.

It warms up his heart and he nodds along with a shy smile--Ye-Yeah,yeah...Lets get these things up. Fuck that woman

--Amen to that--his friend answers with a grin.

Between the two of them they bring up all the supplies,Eliott grabs two cans of cool beer from the fridge and sits beside the older Man,who looks at the drinks whilist thumbing the wax threat bracelet around his wrist.

--Drinkin' on the job?--Lucas askes with a smirk.

--Well,I wont tell if you dont,friend.

It seems to click for Lucas that he called Eliott his Friend a few times now. His face darkens with blush and nodds--Im not the cops

The younger Man smirks-- we're not the cops.

Grabbing one of the cans,the old soldier pops it Open and his companion does the same. Eliott raises the can and smiles--To friendship

And giving in,Lucas scoffs out a chuckle and answers--To friendship.

[disasterbijamietartt]

I know what you mean about the neither confirming nor denying thing. Like I can see it as not wanting to take away from the Colin moment, and it was definitely left in a way that can be interpreted positively and I think unless they outright say otherwise, a lot of fandom will take it as a yes, he is. That said, that was the perfect time to confirm, just one line, and I will feel cheated if they dont let him acknowledge it. I am slightly more forgiving of actors teasing a character's sexuality if it seems like actually they are 100% behind it (a la Oscar Isaac with Poe, and I do think Phil with Jamie), but I will be more disappointed in the show for teasing it and not going ahead

Yeah, and you know, I’m so done settling and rejoicing over hints when the creators don’t have the backbone to make something canon. So I have a hard time giving them the benefit of the doubt right now.

Maybe they will surprise me positively, but … the more I think about this, the more it upsets me.

@time-is-restored also makes a good point here, that sleep deprived me forgot about.

The whole situation where everyone on the team looked at him like “We know what you are” was quite unsettling to me—that is not a group of queer people recognising one of their own. That is a group of straight guys singling out one in their middle because he looks/seems gay to them.

Are they stereotyping Jamie because he cares for his appearance? (which is like the only context I can think of, where “I’m flattered” makes sense as a response to me—”They think I’m gay because I’m stylish and hot, so it is a compliment”) Or do they think when Jamie talked about being too “soft” for his dad in season 1, he actually meant “gay”?

The most generous view I can come up with is, that Jamie has dated no one since Keeley and they’re collectively like “He is so hot, and also fun and kind and supportive, him being single makes no sense unless he is gay”. Like, from a fannish perspective I could also go “Haha, after Amsterdam they probably think Roy and Jamie are secretly dating”, but there is like zero proof they might actually think that.

And honestly, as much as I enjoy interpreting every little choice on the show: The average viewer doesn’t do that. The average viewer will look and jump to the first conclusion that makes sense to them, which likely will be stereotyping.

Someone (like Trent) should have called that out.

I could generously interpret the whole exchange as giving a huge hint to casual viewers: “Jamie is perceived as queer, just so you know for future reference 😉”, but still the entire scene doesn’t sit well with me. And they could have accomplished the same result in a way where Jamie actually has agency about this.

Since also, by singling Jamie out, they basically forced him to make a statement, either forcing him to lie or to come out even when he may not be ready for it, which is super shitty behaviour. (So I could also read the “I’m flattered” as him deflecting, like he knows he is bi but doesn’t feel like coming out yet and assumed they clocked him because of his appearance.)

Add to this that Colin basically was forced to come out because of the circumstances and couldn’t actually decide on his own account when and how to come out. (Which is like the opposite of what I wanted)

And we didn’t even get the how, because it was more important to focus on the straight allies 🤡 Like, if the writers didn’t want to take away from Colin’s moment, they could have made it more about Colin? (Yes, he didn't want to be a spokesperson, but it would still have been nice to have him actually say "I am gay" in front of his mates.)

I liked the conversation Roy and Isaac had and think it was necessary (partly for my queer Roy agenda), but instead of giving us this cringeworthy talk by Ted, they could have given Colin more room for his own coming out—and then have Ted reassure him, that they care about him with a story that is about Ted not caring enough about someone who actually was queer and regretting that.

Gosh, the more my brain wakes up, the more upset I get lol

(And yes, I am usually quite forgiving with actors, since they don’t have control over their franchise, but no matter how much I adore Phil, the way he constantly brings up Roy x Jamie as a possibility is going a bit too far at this point if he is only joking.)