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lovers, to bed: tis almost fairy time (4)

sam winchester x fairy!reader

wc: 4.0k

warnings: soulmate!au (partners share scars), fem!reader, limited use of y/n, implied age gap (reader is early 20's), angst, subby sam winchester (?), some smoking, canon warnings (child kidnapping, violence ect.)

an: i'm so sorry that this took so long, uni has put me in a really tough mental space at the moment and being creative has been so difficult. but i hope it was worth the wait! love you all endlessly

summary: yes, Sam Winchester was an idiot: but he would be damned if he was going to let his little fairy get away.

part one part two part three

The trunk clicked open, swinging up against the back window of the Impala.

Dean rummaged between the shotguns and the silver blades and the jugs of gasoline. His hand emerged with a wide set machete, holding it up to Sam.

"I've been dying to use this bad boy since Idaho." He grinned at his reflection in the steel blade.

Sam rolled his eyes, hair fluttering over his forehead where the evening wind was tugging on it. The Impala was parked up against the grass at the edge of the forest, the sun disappearing over the treetops in a way that sunk the town in a purple glow.

He reached in to grab a shotgun, a silver blade too: slipping it into his jacket pocket. "Right. Let's just get this over with."

His brother grinned, "So you can go see your little princess, hm?"

Sam didn't dignify him with a response. Mostly because he was right.

The weight of the truth draped over his shoulders like a truck. Stifling and making it hard to breath, let alone think.

Dean laughed at his lack of response, bumping his shoulder to his:

"Sammy's getting laid tonight." He sing-songed.

"Yeah, right. That's a great idea." He huffed, "Then she can see all my scars and realise I've been lying to her. Sounds fun."

Nudging the trunk closed, Dean groaned. "She's gonna find out either way."

"Not unless I don't tell her."

At that Dean paused. His eyes ran over Sam's figure where he was loading the shotgun.

"So when were done, we're just gonna leave town?"

Sam slammed the trunk shut with maybe a little too much force. "Can we drop it?"

Dean raised his hands in surrender. "Whatever. It's your problem, but I think she should know."

But Sam was already pacing towards the line of trees, huffing and trying to suffocate the guilt building in his chest.

The forest wasn't making it any easier. Dean was trailing behind him, every footstep crackling over the dry leaves and soft grass reminding him of your laugh. The dark bark of the black of your eyes, those eyes so wide and wet--

"Hey," Dean's voice cut through his thoughts. He motioned over between the trees. "Look."

There was the tree again. Glowing just like it had been the last time they'd ventured into the belly of the woods.

A crunch echoed around the space. Sam's head whipped over his shoulder, Dean reaching with a quickness that only came from experience for the gun in his holster:

"What was that?"

There was a teenager behind the counter when you plonked down a packet of sour worms and a tray of eggs in front of her.

She was usually the one who helped you when you'd stop in after work some days. She's cute in a sprightly way: piercings sticking out from every piece of skin she could get her hands on and she was one of the only people left in town who didn't scowl at you when you came in.

But she was looking at you funny just then, her hands still where they'd usually just reach to start scanning your things with a bored look on her young features.

"You've ... uh, got a ..." she'd motioned up to her own face, brushing a finger over her cheek.

Your hand came to pet your own face, drawing back with a palmful of blood. Shoulders sagging, you sigh. "Oh."

She leaned down under the counter, emerging with a handful of napkins and offering them to you. You smiled at her, "Thank you. It's, uhm, it's not mine."

The girl nodded like she already figured. She started to scan your eggs while you wiped down your cheek, napkins dissolving into a crimson lump. You wondered, for the millionth time, what your soulmate had gotten themselves into today.

There was a glass case enclosing some rotating hot dogs that you used to check your reflection: to probe gently at the thin cut you suspected was the work of a sharp blade, and when she handed you your bag, your face was mostly clean over where it was flush with embarrassment. Poor girl was already working late on a week night and you'd waltzed in looking like a scene from a horror movie.

You thanked her and she offered one last uninterested nod.

It was dark out already and you didn't feel as safe walking home as you once had but there was little option, and the corner store was less than a couple blocks from home.

The bag shuffled and your neck-full of crystals clinked as you walked. You hummed a song you'd had stuck in your head all afternoon, some playful tune you'd heard on the radio in the shop.

In the distance there was a crowd. The road overthrown with a flickering blue and red light from cop cars parked just further down and voices overlapped in loud chatter.

You frowned. "What ..."

As you neared your eyes find uniformed officers pushing back other curious onlookers. There was a news van parked there too: a man dressed in a smart suit speaking into a microphone at his chest and he's grinning-- "Yes, Arthur, I am here in Fernglade Washington with some amazing news for our viewers. Tonight, the town can rest a little easier--"

There was a loud sob that carries over heads and a woman was on her knees, jeans pressing into the concrete where she was clutching a child. She's shaking violently ... and she wasn't alone.

Behind her was another set of parents with a child ... and another, and another.

Your heart floated into your throat. There brewed a bubbling feeling in your chest, it's ... it's the children. The missing children.

You recognised Rachel and Georgia ... and Manny. Sure, they were a little dirty: with pale soil-ridden faces and torn Barbie t-shirts.

One, two, three -- you counted them with your eyes -- seven. They were all there.

The police had set up a barricade and you didn't even realise you'd dropped and crushed your eggs when you pressed against it. There's eyes on you, guilty eyes, and you could tell nearby officers were pretending not to look at you out the corner of their eyes.

But you couldn't be bothered with them, with the whispering crowd either, because you'd made out the outline of the Winchester brothers' backs talking down at a short police woman who was avidly writing against a tiny notebook.

You were grinning so hard it was hurting your cheeks and your eyes welled with the joy of the scene. They were all there. They were all okay, alive!

"Sam!' you leaned over the wooden barricade. It had to have been them, there was nobody else who believed you. Believed that the kids weren't locked up in the depths of a dungeon you didn't own.

A laugh was gurgling up from the depths of your throat and you felt where a tear slipped over the healing cut on your cheek. "Sam!"

Sam's head perked up, pausing mid-sentence when he turned those wide shoulders to the crowd, to you. His face lit up with shadows under the spectacle of coloured lights when his eyes found yours.

Your heart sunk from where it was sitting in your throat, slipping all the way to the deepest pit in your stomach.

Even under the harsh light and the cover of night it was impossible to miss the drying blood painting his face. Running down from a cut over his cheek. Your hand came to find your own jaw, eyes never leaving his, when you pressed up into the matching scar. It didn't hurt and even if it had, you wouldn't have felt it just then.

Sam's face was twisting with realisation. "Y/n--"

You tripped back over the edges of your skirt, knocking into the onlookers behind you-- "hey, watch it!"

Concrete reached up, scraping at your heels wedged into dainty sandals, but the hammering of your heart kept them moving. You broke out the crowd, oxygen leaning further and further out your grasp when you broke into a run.

"Y/n, wait!"

But you didn't stop.

Sam watched your silhouette shrink down the road, streetlights illuminating your escape. He gulped for breath, guilt choking him out: clogging his airways with thick sludgy shame.

"Sammy," a hand closed over his arm. "Come on--"

"Agent, we need to finish getting your statement."

Dean was leaning over his shoulder when he looked down. His eyes were sticky with sympathy.

The officer was lingering just a foot from him. She looked confused, gaze flickering between him and the now empty street.

"Dean ..." he turned to his only comfort. "She-- my face ..."

His brother nodded. "Yeah, I know. I know, Sammy."

He patted him. "Just give her some time to breath, okay? Let's finish here."

Every nerve-ending in his body was screaming at him to chase you down the street. To break through the nosy locals and crawl his way up your porch steps: beg on his knees for forgiveness.

Just give her some time. He didn't know if his mind was ringing or if Dean had said it again, but Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

The officer pressed her pen back to her little notebook. She nodded, "Okay so you guys followed the perpetrator into the forest. Male, blonde hair, you said?"

Dean made a grunt of agreement.

The night was so cold, Sam remembered.

A thin sheet of drizzle was patching up the sidewalk when his heavy footsteps crept up along it. Barely enough to dampen his hair, but his jacket felt impossibly heavy over his shoulders.

It was past midnight. The police had held them down: a trip to the station, a tower of signed documents and a sketch artist later there he finally was, standing feeling small for the first time in his life at the edge of your property.

Wind was twirling a thin line of smoke off your porch. He could see you through the darkness.

You said nothing. Eyes connected with his across your impeccably maintained grass.

It egged him forward.

His footsteps were loud clambering up the three wooden steps onto your porch.

You were leaned back into the arms of an ornate wooden rocking chair he'd noticed on his first trip up those same stairs. You weren't looking at him anymore: eyes drifting over the quiet street.

Sam was at least glad to find you bundled up in a blanket.

In your lap sat was the strangest-looking pipe he'd ever seen. An obnoxiously long chamber with a bulbous bowl at the end.

A string of purple smoke was curling out from between your lips. "You're here."

He couldn't tell if it was a question or not. Your face was as passionless as he'd ever seen it: offering him nothing.

"I promised I would be."

You nodded slowly, bringing the pipe up to your mouth and sucking on it steadily, still not looking at him. "How are the kids?"

Sam's hands bunched at his side. A dreadful burning viper was slithering between his organs. In this light he could see the smooth cut against your face, a misaimed throw of a blade from Dean when a tiny grotesque goblin had leapt up at him.

"They're ... they're fine. T-They're good."

"Did you know?"

You're looking at him now. It's the question he knew was coming but it knocks him breathless all the same.

He draws breath, mind spinning between the truth and an easier lie. "I--"

"Don't lie, Sam."

Your eyes are piercing him, like an arrow to the chest. He swallows hard. "Yes ... I did."

The pipe draws up to your mouth again, you let out a soft humourless laugh. It's followed out by another cloud of glittering smoke. The laugh so empty that it dries Sam's mouth.

"I ... the life I lead," he starts again, the snippets of a speech that he'd been stewing on his whole life for this exact moment coming out sounding more pathetic than he ever thought they could. "It's no life for you. For anyone, and I couldn't do that to someone I... I-I love. To tie you to me, I've done terrible things you don't know--"

"And you think I haven't?" You're rising from the chair now, pipe thudding to the floor. Your voice is prickled in a rising anger. "That I'm some jewel who could never imagine what life is like on the run? To kill and hurt for survival?"

The rain was coming down harder. Trees and bushes leaning against the push of the wind. Sam was so lost in the heat of your eyes that he didn't notice the creep of a thick-set branch crawling up the edge of the porch, down over the lip of the roof.

"Were you just gonna leave?" Your voice never rose but he flinched like you'd screamed it at him. The flush of fury setting your cheeks alight, illuminating the scar that put you both there. "You were, weren't you?"

The touch was wet and solid when it wrapped around his ankle, the branch wrenching him by both ankles back against the bannister of the porch. He gasped when the wood struck his back: another thick brown limb winding around his neck, not enough to hurt but enough to fix his head in your direction and stop him from toppling over.

It took a couple gulps of breath to realise that it was the tree. The one wrapped around your cottage, that it was you.

"This is a two way street, Sam." you pressed up against his chest, eyes alight with a power you'd never let show before. "You bang me up for years and years, and I sit and wait for you. And you were just gonna leave? Leave me to patch up all your bullet holes and your wolf bites?"

Shame drains his cheeks of warmth. He doesn't fight the tree's grip, purposefully ignores the sharpened blade that's still well within his reach. Sam shakes his head as well as he can: he doesn't know what to say. His whole pathetic speech meant nothing anymore and he didn't think this could hurt any harder until he realises that tears are streaming quietly down your perfect perfect face.

You're pressed up against him, your warmth seeping into his bones.

Forehead meeting his pectoral, you shake your head too. Tears wetting his shirt.

"I was scared." He finally lets out, it's pitiful. "I didn't know this is what it felt like. I didn't know love could feel like this."

"I'm scared too, you know." You whisper into him.

In a surge of bravery, or maybe just stupidity - he couldn't tell anymore, his hand finds your jaw: tipping it up to face him.

God, he never thought you could be more beautiful but you were blinking up at him with wet lashes and a trembling lip and he was ready to give up his whole fucking life for you. Lay down the gun and never pick it up again, let Dean drive alone out and far away from Fernglade.

It was all made more real when you leaned up onto your toes, nose brushing his and hands finding his neck.

You moved no closer, warm breath caressing the bow of his lip, but Sam would be damned if being hog-tied by some oak tree was gonna stop him from the taste of you so he wrapped a strong arm over your waist and tugged you just that little distance further.

The feeling of your lips crashing on his couldn't be any sweeter. He imagined that this is what a firework felt like when it leapt into the sky and burst.

Your mouth was desperate, like his, and your hands wrapped around the base of his shivering neck.

You tasted like sweet tea and tangy like whatever was in your magical pipe and if the tree wasn't holding him upright he'd have crashed to his knees. You whined lowly and it stoked the fire pit in Sam's stomach.

His tongue slipped past your lips, struggling against the hold of the oak tree to let his hands roam your back. Your mouth was wet hot and he knew he could kiss you forever, until his oxygen depleted and he was dead for the world.

But you stepped back, eyes wide like you'd been doused over with ice water. A hand wiped at your mouth, at the mix of his and your's saliva coating your lips.

"You ..." your voice trembled. "You should go."

You stumbled back down the porch, door creaking as it opened and banging as it shut.

The grip of the tree loosened and Sam watched it's branches creep back under the porch. It became still again, rain calming to a measly patter and bushes watching quietly.

"Fuck." he whispered.

Sam shut the car door obnoxiously loud after him. The leather of the Impala creaked loudly when Dean followed in suit, hands reaching up to the slick black wheel.

"You're sure?"

Without answering, Sam shifted to take one last look at the Pinecone Motel and it's chipping copper paint.

"Fine." Dean turned the key into the ignition, car rumbling to life beneath them.

In the backseat is his and Sam's rucksacks and duffle-bags jam-packed with their few worldly possesions. The same bags haphazardly zipped shut that same morning when Sam eventually busted through the door demanding that they left Fernglade right fucking now.

The sun was just barely creeping over the town and morning chill frosted the view through the windscreen. It's busy despite the time: open signs are flickering on and men in aprons are heaving crates of apples onto stands under fairylight-lit doorways.

Bad Moon Rising hummed through the crumbly speakers and Sam slammed the switch on the dash so it shut off.

"Hey!" Dean calls, "take it easy man. She's gentle."

He pat the dash softly where Sam has just knocked it. Still, his brother says nothing.

"Okay." He huffed, pulling the car into a spot near the sidewalk in front of a lifeless diner. Dean twists in his seat to face Sam: "you've barely said a word all morning."

Sam tugged his jacket closer over his frame. "I said I don't wanna talk about it."

"Yeah, yeah. You've been saying that all damn week." Dean's arm lifted to rest against the back of the seat. "But you're gonna talk now. This isn't some passing girl that you can just pack your bags and run away from. You're gonna have to go there and apologise."

Sam's expression curls in anger. "Yeah, Dean, I did that! And she tied me up with tree branches and kicked me off her porch--"

"Well, boo hoo!" Dean tightened his one-handed grip on the steering wheel. "Do it again! Do it until she forgives you."

"I don't need your advice, Dean. I've made up my mind, we're leaving."

A cat was scratching on a growing weed at the edge of the sidewalk, Sam focused on it to avoid his brother's eyes. They were hot and he could feel them burning a hole into the side of his face.

"Can we just go."

"What is it?" Dean spoke again, this time quieter. Cool fog followed the words out his mouth. "What are you scared of?"

Sam ran both hands through the tendrils of hair over his scalp. He sighed. "I'm ... she's not gonna be able to forgive me."

"Are you gonna be able to forgive yourself?"

There was a long quiet.

It was broken by a car passing noisily. It draws Dean's attention and he nodded quietly to himself. "Fine. Wisconsin?"

"Yeah." Sam agrees quietly.

The car started again, Dean went to turn to radio back up. "Will you grab my jacket, I left it in the trunk. It's fucking freezing in here."

Sam sighed again. "Fine."

"Thanks."

The door clicked open again. He's barely both feet out the car when it grumbles and swerves off the sidewalk, Sam tripped over the edge nearly onto the concrete, and by the time he's stabled himself: the Impala was racing down the main road.

"You'll thank me for this!" His brother's voice faded with the car's black silhouette.

Sam's hands returned to his hair again, "son of a bitch!"

An old lady across the street turned to him with an affronted look. He waves her off, kicking at the same weed the cat had abandoned in the flurry of commotion.

Above him, the diner sign flickers on: The Frothy Mug. He stopped.

It felt like years between when he was last standing under the same light of the sign. In front of the same three steps that he watched your eyes sparkle at him: your hand tucked warmly against his.

"Fucking ..." the expletives died on his tongue. He's right, that asshole.

"I'm a fucking idiot."

Sam's legs began moving before he even knew they were, chasing down the same route he'd meandered along with you three nights previous. He's sprinting, breathing a purposeless afterthought as the diner disappeared behind him.

Past the pharmacy, the laundromat, The Bloom Box. All the way to the end of town where your cottage and your trees and your flowers and you waited for him.

Sam panted clouded breaths as the sight came into view at the end of the road. The morning sunlight lit your garden a bright orangey eden. His steps were just as heavy as they were in the early hours of that same morning when he trudged up the same stone pathway.

He didn't let himself hesitate, bringing red, bruised knuckles up against the hardwood door. The knock rumbled through the house and shakes every bone in his body.

There was a long pause. Then a scuffle, a sniff and a "Goose, get back".

The door creaked and you stood in the doorway like you had the first day his feet found this porch.

While expected, Sam was taken aback by the sight of you. You're in a matching set of pajamas, green - unsurprisingly - and covered in little ladybugs. Your face was swollen with sleep, eyelashes kissing in the corner and lips puffy.

"Sam--" you sighed, but Sam's hands find your shoulders gently.

"I know it's early, but please listen. I'm an idiot." He sounded desperate, but couldn't find a way to help it.

"Yes." You nodded.

"And I'm sorry." He nodded along with you. "And it took Dean kicking me out the car to get me here because - like I said - huge idiot, but I'm sorry. I'm a sorry, sorry idiot who's so in love with you that he doesn't know what to do with himself."

Your eyebrow curls, "Dean kicked you out the car?"

Sam's eyes rolled. "Yes. I was going to leave, because I'm a coward too. A cowardly idiot who doesn't deserve forgiveness, but I'm asking for it anyways."

You shrugged, head dipping to almost rest against your shoulder. Your face almost, almost laced in amusement. "Begging always looks a little more convincing on your knees, Sam."

His knees knock loudly when they hit the wooden porch. Sam's hands slide down to find yours.

"I'm sorry." He said again, the only words his brain could formulate under the shine of you in your morning glory - the sight of a woman he wanted to see every morning until forever. "Please let me make it up to you?"

Your hands released his slowly, rising to run through his chestnut hair and settling at the base of his neck. You smile.

He thought he might be dreaming but you lean down and kiss him gently. A tinkle of bells rang through the air and Sam smiled against your mouth.

You brushed your nose against his: "I forgive you, Sam."

Sam's hands grip against your hips before floating back and brushing against the edge of the silken wings at your back.

"Really?"

"Yes. Now come in here and show me how sorry you are."

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alatismeni-theitsa · 6 months

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Theitsa, I just came across this and I've got to admit I'm confusion: 1) Doesn't Miller spend many pages referring to how "fair" Achilles is compared to other Greeks, to the point where it gets disturbing?

2) Does Miller and her readers even realise that a "dark" Greek doesn't look the same as a "dark" Indian or a "dark" Afghani? Like, I've seen how weirdly she describes the skin colour of Greeks but I always thought it was her pretentious, flowery prose, I didn't think she was a) that ignorant or b) purposely altering their appearence.

For context, that's the linked post (please don't harass OP if you come in conact with them)

1) Doesn't Miller spend many pages referring to how "fair" Achilles is compared to other Greeks, to the point where it gets disturbing?

Hmm not sure about that. There were some references from what I remember but I am not sure if it gets disturbing if we consider the ancient Greek view of blond people. For ancient Greeks a light skinned person with golden hair was like a god because it was so rare to see such an appearance in this area. Although I oppose Miller's approach in many cases, I think what she attempted here was to reflect the importance of this difference for the ancient Greeks and the message war more or less shown. Even today when Greeks see a naturally blond person they attempt to learn if they are actually Greek for many generations, because it's extremely rare and you can hear Greeks from time to time mention their time with a "natural blond Greek" as if it was a miracle 😂

What I mostly disagreed with is how she described the skin tones of Greeks, which gave me the "western exotisation" feeling.

What was even weirder for me in the novel is that Patroclus gives the impression of considering his own darker skin as something negative. This view is not supported by the ancient Greek beauty standards for men, since being tanned was generally desireable. Miller probably fails to understand that she wasn't dealing with modern western world racism. In the ancient Greek world the admired by the ancients fairness of Achilles doesn't mean "fair = better" for men's beauty standards. Only if your appearance was veery different than the average man there was a problem if you were too dark or too light.

I also feel like the "pale fanart Achilles" complaint OP has shows ignorance and (unknowingly) the hidden old racist notion of "all Greeks are dark and can tan". OP and other people should know that being natural blond and dark skinned for native Greeks like Achilles is almost impossible. Blond Greeks whose families were locals for centuries have light skin in the overwhelming majority of circumstances and I have yet to see the opposite. So it is actually accurate to make Achilles generally light skinned. Perhaps not "British pale" and certainly not "Swedish blond" but the guy is probably lucky to be able to tan a little 😂 (many Greeks, especially light haired ones can barely tan)

2) Does Miller and her readers even realise that a "dark" Greek doesn't look the same as a "dark" Indian or a "dark" Afghani?

She probably doesn't see a difference, if I'm honest. For many westerners anything darker than snow goes to "Brown" category and "Brown" people are seen as having an interchangeable appearance, if I judge even from the fanarts of progressive Westerners. Many of her western readers probably hold the same opinion.

2) Like, I've seen how weirdly she describes the skin colour of Greeks but I always thought it was her pretentious, flowery prose, I didn't think she was a) that ignorant or b) purposely altering their appearence.

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Last but not least: In the Iliad I don't remember a distinct difference of skintone mentioned between Achilles and Patroclus. They probably both had the average light-with-tanning-ability skin of the average Greek man of central Greece. (Given that one of them is freaking BLOND I had to find a middle way 😂) But what I wanted to say is that what made them nearly indistinguishable in battle was 1) the armor 2) the fighting style. I suppose if some skin was shown, it was kinda similar. But if Patroclus was darker perhaps the chaos of battle didn't allow people to pay attention to it.

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buckysdoll24 · 19 days

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Part 5- Scar And Sally Team up

⚠️Warning- Sad scenes, Cute Oc x Oc moments, Blood, Gore and tears⚠️

Its been three days since the xenomorphs and the face huggers attacked and Scar has currently left to find his people whilst I've been left with Kat'ei, he doesn't want to leave my side.

"So Mama, what are you doing?" He wonders." I am making new inventions so can trap my food and make new weapons," I grinned at him.

Kat'ei grabbed the other equipment to help me." So what will you do after you and Dad destroy the bad monsters?" He asked me." I don't know, mostly leave this place go somewhere else, and keep to myself why?" I asked.

"You could come with us!" Kat'ei grinned and quickly looked at him like he grew two heads." I can't, I'm human we grow old and we can't breathe other air than Earth's," I tell him sadly."Then I'm not leaving, I stay here!" Kat'ei yells hugging me.

"You have to, you and your dad are important to your world," I tell him." But!" Kat'ei says," I have enjoyed our time together and I will remember you always," I tell him softly.

Kat'ei cries and whimpers to be held and I did because he's a child and I don't want him to feel abandoned again." Come on let's do some weapons for the war and help Earth and your people to fight back against the baddies," I tell him with a smile.

We began to do what was needed when Scar returned with his clan warriors." Hello again, Kat'ei is ready to head out," I tell him with a smile." Also made you these weapons for the battle and food!" I said giving each warriors new weapons and food bags.

"Thank you," Scar spoke with a gentle smile." It's not a problem," I tell him." You are coming along too," Scar nods to me." You want me to fight along side you?" I asked looking at him then his clan.

"We'd be honoured to fight alongside the small human who saved our high clan leader's son," The warriors spoke." You do realise that you can't lose focus not for me okay? Help us to fight back and defeat a common enemy," I said firmly.

"No, I will not let you get hurt," Scar spoke." You have to if it helps you all win and take the xenomorphs down," I said grabbing my bag as Kat'ei grabs my hands.

We headed off to the city, I walked behind and let the Yuatja warriors walk in front with Kat'ei with his dad. I had a bit of PTSD walking to the city hate the place never really want to be near the place.

I look forward to seeing Scar and his son walking towards me." You can walk with us, we don't bite," Scar spoke softly touching me as Kat'ei jumped at me." I don't like going to the city as it gives me anxiety," I said softly.

"Humans have changed a lot and I mean a lot," I said." Some people are giving people to the xenomorphs, others are fighting for the earth and some people have just given up," I tell them.

A Yuatja warrior looked at me, "You are Yuatja now, you choose to protect and fight for our clan leader's son and we respect you. We will protect you from harm," He spoke." You are very brave enough to be a part of the clan Miss Clearwater," He tells me as Kat'ei smiles at me and Scar touches my shoulder.

"Thank you erm?" I said unsure of his name." My name is Wolf, Miss Clearwater," Wolf tells me." Thank you Wolf, and call me Sally please?" I said nodding in response." Okay I will call you Sally," Wolf says.

Scar pulls me to the front of the crowd with Kat'ei and I look back to see Wolf behind me." You are a Yuatja warrior and we protect one another," He says as Scar holds my hand in his.

We headed to the city and we saw how destitute the city looked it was so broken and smashed glass everywhere." Wow, what a fucking shithole," I commented and made the Yuatja warriors laugh as Kat'ei nods in agreement.

We continued our journey into the city and we saw a lot of people who were coming towards us and they were non-friendlies. Scar immeditally moved me back to the middle and they all covered me and Kat'ei as Wolf and Scar stood in their way.

"Give us the girl now," A man shouts." No, she is Yuatja now and she isn't yours so back off," Scar spoke menacingly. I got my weapons out," Seems like everyone has turned bad," I muttered." You have five seconds to give her up or we open fire," The leader of the non-friendlies spoke up.

"Then what are you waiting for we can fight you off," Scar smirks and a fight breaks out. Everyone opened fire, I and Kat'ei moved back and I got my gun out." Scar!! You need to get Kat'ei to your ship and lock him down!" I shouted.

Scar turns," Get him there and keep safe Sally, I will find you both," He tells me and I nod in understanding. I grabbed Kat'ei's arm and we ran to the Yuatja ship which wasn't far from the city." Open it Kat'ei," I told him and he immediately got the door to open.

I got him inside," Right stay here," I tell him." But! Mom!" He says grabbing me."I have to go and help your father and the clan out so go inside lock your door and wait till me or your dad comes for you okay?" I said softly touching his cheek.

"Don't go," He cries holding my torso." I will be back, we'll meet again very soon," I said softly before stepping back and locking the door.

I ran back, not knowing if I would make it out alive but I had to go help the people who saved my ass and help Kat'ei by keeping his father alive.

I immediately opened fire on a few humans trying to ambush Wolf and Scar." Hey Assholes!!!" I yelled gaining their attention." You want me? Come get me!" I yelled running off." Sally what are you doing?!" Scar yells." Saving your asses, go and get to your son. See you in a minute," I smiled before leading the non-friendlies away.

3rd PoV-

Scar watched Sally leave," I'll go after her for you brother, get the others back on their feet complete the mission and find the nest," Wolf said before going after Sally Clearwater.

"Wolf protect her, she's very important to me and to my son," Scar says." Yes, brother, you know you can't be with her as its never been done before," Wolf tells him as Scar scowls." Mind your business, and go protect her quickly," Scar spoke menacingly.

Wolf puts his hands up and goes after Sally Clearwater for his brother who was not happy to lose someone even if she was human.

Part Six is here-

#alien x reader #cw: gore #facehugger #oc child #mini story #tw blood #oc x oc #xenomorphs #yautja x human #post apocalyptic #alien franchise #predator #predator x human

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morpheus-somnium · 3 months

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How well I think the Skyrim Sexyman Seven would survive the Death Angels from the A Quiet Place franchise.

Sexyman no. 1: Brynjolf

He is the first one in alphabeth order, and the safest choice to start with

I mean he is a thief and not just any thief; a pretty good one

He is also a Nightingale, c'mon guys

Nocturnal gives him her protection 💪🏻

However one of his main skills is to remain unseen and not to remain unheard

Meaning he has to adapt

But that doesn't give a hard time, just a bit of a headache

He is also very cunning; he uses all kind of tricks to get the Death Angels away

Plus this guy lives in Riften. The place where water always flows around; there are waterfalls nearby, a whole sewer system and a lots of rivers

So this guy would survive the whole monster apocalypse 10/10

Sexyman no. 2: Cicero

We all know Cicero.

We all know that he is loud AF

Especially because I think his little hat would have bells:)

If he (or LDB) chooses to cut it that would increase his chances to survive a lot

But he would still be dumb, and giggle just a little bit too loud

And get the team into a lot of trouble

The LDB would always have their hands on his mouth

He would also enjoy this whole monster-situation? I mean corpses everywhere, he also would probably scare people random, getting them into the danger of loudly gasping or screaming even

So a 4/10 if he's with LDB, and 1/10 if alone

Sexyman no. 3: Miraak

Now, he spends most of his time in the apocrypha, so he wouldn't really realise for a while

However once he is in Tamriel again, oh boy-

He is very powerful and uses spells that can be used long distance

Also let's not forget that he is a dragonborn.

He would probably use the dragon shouts against them

Pros: If the enemy is short distance it would literally blow them apart

Cons: The long distance enemies would hear it and storm the place where he used it (It could probably be heard from all points of the hold)

I think he might also keep some as a pet? Like using magic and whatever to make the Death Angels obidient to him?

He doesn't speak much, but he is cocky enough to not shut up in certain situations

So I give this guy a 8/10 survival rate

Sexyman no. 4: Neloth

He is a grumpy old man

I don't even know what to say about him? 😭

He lives in a mushroom and i think mycelium makes good soundproof walls

But that elevator?? That's so loud

Same with the enchanter

He is a great mage, so of course he could protect himself

He would probably cast an ice block around the head of those things, lmao

Or would cast lighting spells around the monster's sensitive ears?

But he wouldn't stay that quiet

Also, he lives on an island? So the Death Angels wouldn't really be there

So his score would be a 9/10 on Solstheim, and a 5/10 in Skyrim

Sexyman no. 5: Ondolemar

He is cocky, too

He is a scaredy cat

I mean this guy?? He works as a thalmor, as a high-ranking official of a political party know to torture many, and he not only isn't able to get the Talos Temple closed, but also gets the LDB to get one Talos worshipper to jail 😭 He is a disaster

So he would probably curl up a tent, behind a waterfall

He isn't THAT useless

He has quite a few tricks up his sleeve to distract the monsters

So don't worry about him, he can get around just fine, even if he prefers to stay in a safe place

His score is a 5/10

Sexyman no. 6: Serana

She wouldn't have a problem with being silent

However, I think she is very anxious? So the moment she hears those clicking sounds nearby or makes a bit louder noise she is panicking.

Of course, she has been alive for a while, lives through many horros, and saw ugly things, but those things? They are hard to kill for someone who is using swords

Also she mostly remains her human form, and if she decides to transform that would be loud for the Death Angels' hearing (you know the bats, and such)

It would make her life a bit easier, because there would be a lot of corpses she could drink from (if she isn't disgusted by them)

So I'm gonna give her a solid 6,5/10

Crowned Sexyman no. 7; Teldryn Sero

Well, he is a curious case

He is a quiet person in general, if don't talk about him during battles because i think he curses a lot at the enemies

And the monsters wouldn't give him nightmares, because I'm pretty sure he saw some thing during his earlier adventures

However he isn't the sneaky type

And his armor is also a bit noisy

So someone would have to help him around while gets used to it

I think he would know how to kill the monsters?

He would grab some stones and throw them at their faces (Like in that Old Testament story of the little dude and the giant dude)

And he would totally drown them in the waters of Solstheim

I'm giving him a 6,5/10

Overall likeliness of survival of the Skyrim Sexyman Seven:

Most likely to survive

Brynjolf [10/10]

Neloth, on Solstheim [9/10]

Miraak [8/10]

Teldryn Sero & Serana [6.5/10]

Neloth, in Skyrim & Ondolemar [5/10]

Cicero, with LDB [4/10]

Ciceroy alone [1/10]

Least likely to survive

#elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim #tesblr #the elder scrolls #alternate universe #a quiet place #death angel #serana #skyrim serana #miraak #brynjolf #ondolemar #neloth #teldryn sero #cicero #skyrim cicero #skyrim followers

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thedreadvampy · 1 year

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I also think like. in the regular turnover of CAN YOU BELIEVE THERE'S ABUSE IN THIS INDUSTRY. there's always this regular take which is like 'the problem is that everyone turned a blind eye and stayed silent'

and I think to a degree that's true. because we're legitimately responsible for acknowledging when people are telling us, implicitly or explicitly, what's going on. it's incumbent on all of us not to be making excuses, laughing it off, turning blame back on victims, or pretending not to know so we can have an easier time. cause yeah whether or not we work in high profile jobs in industries with systemic abuse, most of us do know or will know someone who's consistently known to be a creep, an abuser, or someone who makes people unsafe. and we need to hold ourselves to the standard of not pretending otherwise.

but there's several big issues with "if you didn't publicly denounce someone years ago you're complicit" imo

as we regularly see, people do try to publicly denounce and speak out about people all the time, but are edited out or ignored or laughed at publicly, and punished with blacklisting and lack of opportunity. so particularly for women, it often looks like "speak out, ruin your career and accomplish nothing". or "we recognise you don't feel safe working with the person we've hired, so we aren't going to hire you"

there are a loooot of reasons why you might know about a situation and not want to speak publicly about it, chief among those being that the person who was harmed in it doesn't want you to. like tbh if there's a specific situation you're aware of that didn't involve you it's absolutely not your decision to start a big public furore which will inevitably lead to the survivor getting interrogated, retraumatised and victim-blamed by the community which sides with abusers. there's also stuff around like ndas, libel laws etc around speaking without proof. but mostly it's the first thing. like whenever I've spoken to people in my community about abuse I've experienced I've been generally really specific about not wanting them to talk to others about what terrible things that person's done, cause that can rapidly spiral to a point where your story and your experience is wildly out of your control at a time you're already really vulnerable. and that's not even famous people! that's just 'I don't want my identity at the pub to be The Person Who Accused A Good Guy Of Rape'! adding in careers built on networking and people pleasing, public image etc - that's a whole can of worms and the only people who get to decide whether to open that can are the people harmed by it

idk that this one will land as well but I think. the focus on who knew but didn't speak is often a way of diffusing blame. like yes it is fundamentally a cultural and not an individual problem. but not all silence is the same. there's "you didn't speak out" in the sense of "you stopped working with them when you realised how they'd behaved, and privately talked to other people about your misgivings, but didn't say anything publicly or make any specific accusations." and then there's "you continued to actively work with them, laugh about what they'd done, prevent their victims finding work in order to ~avoid drama~, knew about and laughed off their behaviour, and privately and publicly took their corner". and both of those often get treated the same. as if coming into contact with someone and not publicly calling them out directly is the same thing as consistently elevating, praising and enabling them. it's fucking not and it's disingenuous to act like it is, and it allows us to move attention off specific ways people actively contribute to the problem and instead frame the issue as a bystander effect. it's not. systemic sexual and physical abuse isn't enabled through passivity, it's enabled through active support of abusers. and you have to actually wrangle with that. it's not about 'not speaking up' it's about 'speaking in support of'

and like tbh yeah I do think we have a responsibility to intervene and address our friends' shitty fucked up behaviour directly. but also. I'm increasingly sick of (mostly cishet men) using this as an opportunity to centre themselves as the heroes in this conversation. "speak up call shit out" it's good in principle but in practise if the only thing that was needed to change the pattern of rape without consequences was people to know someone was a rapist? then probably some of those people would listen to the many people already coming forward to talk about their direct experiences.

#red said #the looming monster of rape in the abstract

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quodekash · 1 year

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IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE ITS TIME FOR EPISODE 4 OF DANGEROUS ROMANCE

I think they should probably kiss right now. that would be nice please and thank you

THE BACK TOUCH IM SCREAMING

bro why he look so confused

is he having gay thoughts or smth and hes confused as to why it's soccer-ball-usb induced?

I love this woman so much

my goddess

my queen

milf fr

OML-

IM LITERALLY CRYING FROM RESTRAINING THE URGE TO LAUGH

I WOULDNT SAY THAT, KHUN

WE DONT KNOW THAT FOR SURE

like yeah, sailom can't rly control kang's study habits outside of their tutoring sessions, but I wouldn't say he can't control him like... at all, ever.

he has top vibes tbh

HE AGREES WITH ME

"um, excuse me bitch (respectful), sailom controls me very well, I am a submissive QUEEN"

"do you want to go on a date with me?" "will you be my boyfriend?" "can I kiss you?" all of the above?

I know it wont be any of the above but I can dream

I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH

HE'S SO KIND ALL OF A SUDDEN???

he was fine with being the worst part of Sailom's life, and then suddenly discovered so many other things in his life that Sailom has to face every day, and the punishment he gets every month if he doesn't pay his debt, and Kang realises he's the least of Sailom's problems, and he suddenly wants to help him as much as he possibly can. previously, he was offering his money to Sailom but not as comfort or help, but because he recognised his privilege and power and used it to taunt Sailom and to remind him who is in charge. but then he saw two grown men assaulting him and nearly pressing a hot iron to his face, and Kang suddenly saw just how much power and privilege he has, in the sense that he can literally solve most of Sailom's problems (because they mostly boil down to money) without any change in his own status whatsoever

he went from wanting to be the worst part of Sailom's life, to wanting to fix the actual worst parts of his life, and I just love him so much can you blame me for loving him so much

OKAY BUT THE FACT THAT THEY'RE BOTH IN SCHOOL UNIFORM IN THIS IS SO INTERESTING TO ME

like. are they just taking a detour on the way home from school? or did they run away?

ive got my fingers crossed for an episode (perhaps two?) where they've run away and it's all happy and fluffy and they're away from the pain and the drama and its just me and you and you and me and we can be happy while we're here, we don't have to worry what anyone else thinks about us because we're together. and its probably at a beach.

HE GRABBED HIM BY THE ARM IM GONNA DIE THEY'RE SO REUBKJLF

just give me a moment while I sob

NO BC HE'S HOLDING HIS HAND

LIKE-

AAAAAA

THE HAND ON THE SHOULDER AND THE HAND ON THE HAND

I KNEW THIS FRIKIN VR SCENE WOULD KILL MY SOUL BUT LIKE IN A GOOD WAY

why am I crying.

can someone please explain to me why this is making me cry.

its so domestic. help.

YOU'RE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH HIM????

THIS ENTIRE MONTAGE IS THE END OF ME HOLY HELL

THEYRE SO DOMESTIC. IM DYING.

KANG FALLING ASLEEP ON SAILOM'S SHOULDER??? SAILOM FIDGETING WITH THE PENCIL AND KANG LOOKING AT HIM AND THEN LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND THEN JUST SMILING???? SAILOM PUTTING THE BLANKET OVER KANG WHEN HE FELL ASLEEP AT THE TABLE????

THIS???????

IM GONNA CRY. AGAIN.

IM ALSO GONNA RUN OUT OF SCREENSHOTS FOR ONE TUMBLR POST BUT I DONT CARE, THEY MEAN TOO MUCH TO ME

THATS IT.

IM DONE.

THAT'S THE END OF ME

I SWEAR I FEEL MYSELF RISING UP TO HEAVEN

wait now I think im going down, maybe im going to hell

I have no sense of direction, I got lost on the way to wherever I was going and now im back in my body but HOLY FRICK ITS VERY LIKELY THAT I WILL DIE AGAIN

VUIERJSBDGOPUVJBEWSDOG

GOOD JOB

THATS SO FREAKING GOOD OMG

IM SO PROUD OF YOU HONEYYY

oh look, a not-so-subtle ✨metaphor✨

I think it's about them studying? without wind, the windmills can't spin, and then can't produce energy. without Sailom, Kang wouldn't have the push he needs to study?

it's something like that

it also might not be about studying. it could be about kindness

if it weren't for Sailom's situation, Kang wouldn't have had the change of heart that caused him to be kinder (particularly towards Sailom but im also hoping that he's helping him develop deeper empathy for others who also aren't as fortunate as Kang)

idk its something like that

he leaned closer and now I can't tell if he's genuinely asking the question, or if he's trying to flirt

OKAY WITH THE MUSIC PLAYING I THINK IT'S PROBABLY BOTH

IT'S FINALLY HAPPENED

HE FINALLY DID IT

THE TOP GOT FLUSTERED

BRO THAT IS SUCH A SUGGESTIVE SMILE

HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, THE LITTLE RASCAL

I think he should give him a good luck and goodbye kiss

I think they should kiss is what im saying

pLEASEKISS-

WAIT I DIDNT THINK THEY WOULD ACTUALLY LISTEN????

I know they're not actually gonna kiss. I know he's just gonna like tell sailom about how his grandma wont let him tutor him if he fails his midterms BUT I DONT CARE, I FELT VICTORIOUS FOR A SECOND, AND THAT'S NOT A FEELING I GET OFTEN SO LET ME BASK IN THE GLORY FOR A MOMENT

DUDE YOU'RE LITERALLY THE WIND TO HIS WINDMILL, OF COURSE YOU HAVE INFLUENCE

AND HAVE YOU SEEN HOW MUCH STUDYING KANG'S BEEN DOING WITH YOU?? YOU'VE HAD SUCH A POSITIVE IMPACT ON HIS LIFE ITS INSANE (and you should totally kiss about it)

HE'S LITERALLY LYING AWAKE THINKING ABOUT HIM, IF THAT ISN'T THE GAYEST SHIT IDK WHAT IS

I mean maybe it's the exams hes thinking about. but he's mostly thinking about how, if he doesnt pass all his exams, he'll lose sailom, and he doesnt want that because a) sailom could get beat up to a pulp again, and b) he doesn't want to lose sailom as his tutor when tutoring is like the only time they get to see each other and hang out, and he's realised how much he likes sailom and that he desperately doesn't want to lose that friendship - or the potential for it to become something more

conclusion: gay.

Y E S

YES YES YES YES YES

SIDE COUPLE MOMENT SIDE COUPLE MOMENT

THEY HATE EACH OTHER SO MUCH RN AND IT'S SO ENDEARING TO ME

THEY WANT TO RIP EACH OTHER LIMB FROM LIMB AND IT'S SO ROMANTIC

juST KISS

you can do it bby, you are incredible

I think he'd do a lot better if he had adhd meds

because he has adhd. it's canon I decided.

do you want some of my Vyvanse, kang?

OH LOOK AT THAT, IM CRYING AGAIN

oh look at that, I ran out of screenshots

OH LOOK AT THAT, IVE BEEN WATCHING THIS FOR OVER AN HOUR AND IM ABOUT 15 MINUTES INTO THE EPISODE. FRICK.

#I guess im not sleeping until like 3am today because its already 12:45 #quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #perthchimon #marcpawin #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #chimonperth #pawinmarc #pawin kulkaranyawich #marc pahun #kanghansailom #kangsailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #guynawa #nawaguy

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suncchaser · 16 days

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The Jegulus fans on the Marauders sub-Reddit constantly crying about how non-Jegulus fans are ruining their fun are driving me up the wall. Like, I swear that at least 50% (if not more) of the posts on that subreddit are people raving about Regulus and Jegulus fics and people looking for Jegulus recs, and nobody is going into those posts and telling them that they shouldn’t like Jegulus. Nobody is ruining their fun.

The only time the Jegulus-haters come out and argue is when the Jegulus shippers start posts claiming that Jegulus is “canon compliant” or “Jegulus could have been canon” or “this is a realistic take on Jegulus” or “we don’t know enough about Regulus to say that he willingly became a Death Eater” or “we don’t know enough about James to say that he would never date Regulus”. Posting that kind of stuff on Reddit is opening a discussion. It’s asking for arguments. If the only interaction you can handle is praise and agreement, then Reddit is not the place for you.

Sometimes I feel like they should just rename it the “We love Jegulus” sub and call it what it is, because it really does not feel like a community that is open to all Marauders’ fans and opinions.

THANK YOU!!

I do not understand why is it so damn difficult for them to accept Jegulus is a crackship, a fanon creation that could never, under no circumstance happen in canon and, at the same time, continue to enjoy their ship and the copious amount of content they currently have on it.

However, they constantly feel this need to argue with people who don't like Jegulus, to make these ridiculous attempts at explaining how Jegulus could have been canon, just this overwhelming need to shove it down everyone's throats. And then play the victim when people, mostly older fans who lean more towards canon-compliant content, call them out on their bullshit. This relates to what I have said time and time again, which is the fact this fandom has a gigantic problem with separating canon from fanon and are constantly engaging in canon-related discourses with their headcanons and fanon ideas.

"James would have empathy for Regulus' situation and would have tried to change him." Now, this is my personal opinion based on what we know of these characters in the books but Regulus would be probably one of the people James would have the least empathy for. At least during his teens, James sees the world as very black and white. Good vs evil. He's openly against the dark arts, blood supremacy and has a distaste for Slytherins from the start. James is best friends with Regulus' brother. Sirius was raised the exact same way as Regulus and yet, at age 11, when he meets James, without any outside influence, we see that Sirius already realises his parents' views are bullshit and is starting to go against. James has first-hand experience with someone who was raised in the same household as Regulus, the exact same way and yet he knows that being a pure-blood supremacist and a DE wannabe is wrong. This would probably make him think even less of Regulus. Because if Sirius can see through the bullshit on his own, why can't Regulus? Why does Regulus need someone to hold his hand through unlearning is bigotry? He has a functioning brain AND two examples in his brother and cousin. Let's be serious...

#anon ask #i yapped a lot so #kat yaps

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alpydk · 27 days

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Question first:

How hard you wanna be destroyed?

Ah shit...here it comes, if you don't like one skip it.

So be prepared to be destroyed by the HORRIBLE QUESTION GAME🔥☠️ (Friday, what could go wrong?)

3 + 13 +27+29+36 +37+54+61+63+64+70

(I have my problems to choose single ones it seems)

Me? Destroyed? I think you're confusing me with someone weaker. Like Steve Burnside. Watch me lose some followers now because of some of these answers (54 especially)

03: Do you regret anything?

Oh, tonnes of things. If I had a time machine, I'd probably be using it constantly for things. Dropping out of college, starting to s/h, getting married to my ex, resigning from my job at Blizzard, all the shit with my dad, all the times I never said no... Long fucking list.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

I get too lazy to hate people. I get incredibly angry at people and hold grudges, but hate? Ehhhhh. I've always hated Andie McDowell. Never met her, no idea what she is like as a person. Just get irrationally angry when she is on the TV.

Look at her... Thinking she stands a chance with the God that is James Spader. Alpy disapproves.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes. See first marriage. Married my 'high school sweetheart' after 7 years together. We sort of became more friends than we did a couple. He was clingy, emotional, dependent on me for everything, and I was a headcase much like I am now who did not need a mummy's boy gazing at me lovingly all the time. For a long while, I believed I was simply asexual. Turns out I just wasn't attracted to him. Met someone at work, started getting emotionally involved with the guy. Ex found out, started crying. I went cold on him completely, realised saying 'I love you' was an automatic response rather than actually meaning it. He left the Friday. Come Monday, I was in bed with the new guy. We were divorced 9 months after getting married. 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? See above. But then he cried at everything so it could have just been the sunset or something.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

My partner says I do, but I'm not so sure. I think it's more I'm selective about who I give those chances to. Are they someone I can actually trust who has just fucked up or at they someone who's just fucking useless and not worth the stress? (Can you see where Thomas comes from now?)

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Definitely forgive. Ask forgiveness, not permission, as the old saying goes. I have forgiven so many things over the years, but you can guarantee I have logged every single one of those things for next time when I'm inevitably let down.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Oooo.... Let me go against the grain (as usual) and say yes. Abusive relationships need an out sometimes and if fucking another person is that out, then so be it. Like yeah, we can all go on about how you just need to communicate and blah blah blah, but in reality, shit like that doesn't always work. You're not always going to find compromise and sometimes a person just isn't going to be mentally sound enough to either leave or stay in a relationship. How many people are staying with partners (in mostly good relationships) because they're afraid of hurting that person or because they have no other choice in the matter? Cheating could help both of them out.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

No. It's patronising as fuck. Stop with that shit.

63: Would you change your name?

Took me long enough to get my changed as it was. I was known by my middle name until 9 years ago. But even then, I don't think I would. I have a pretty bitching name. I think I'd rather change it to something more neutral if anything, like Max or something. Charlie was always a great name growing up. Maybe that. How is this a horrible question?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Last person was my partner so no. Who are we kissing that would suddenly make it difficult to kiss them again? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

My kid is probably the only person I wouldn't even hesitate about. Sure I love my partner, but... it's not that simple. So yeah, my kid. And possibly Gale, if he were to exist in my life and love me and all the over caveats that would be required.

#ask box #horrible questions #that weren't so horrible #thick skin like leather

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cgetbrmj · 10 months

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HI HELLO SO SORRY FOR HARRASSING YOU IN YOUR INBOX FEEL FREE TO TELL ME TO STFU WHENEVER BUT YOURE JUST THE ONLY MUTUAL THAT ACTUALLY IS INTO TBOSAS AGERE.

anyway do u have hcs on cg!Sejanus and little!coryo? I’ll probably be back stalking ur inbox to shove my hc for them in your face but I’m curious of yours and if we have any mutual ones??

peace n love and I’m sorry again for harrassing you-

hahaha never harassing me, I promise!! I adore getting messages in my inbox!! I'm also very hyped by having a mutual who is just as excited about tbosas agere as I am lol please feel free to send your hcs my way I love hearing them

ugh cg!Sejanus 😍😭 I have so much love for him - and Little Coryo is a massive guilty pleasure at this stage. I do have some hcs on them - mostly assuming this is in a littles are known verse (though I do have a couple vague fic ideas on an age regressing Coryo in a non-littles are known verse if anyone cares to hear about that)

Probably gonna put a break here because I'm probably gonna ramble about them for ages lol - this ask has been a great excuse to post hcs on them so - you're getting more than you signed up for lol!!!!!!! Sage feel free to message me that I'm doing too much haha, hoping that you won't mind the rambling but idk just lemme know if it's too much - and also if you like any of the hcs/agree with any!

Despite Coryo being the person defending Sejanus more often than not, Sejanus is so loyal to Coryo and Very protective of him, no matter the circumstances.

Early on (pre tbosas/early academy days) Sejanus is more concerned with protecting big Coryo's representation than he is with considering caregiving for Little Coryo, and totally helps to hide that Coryo is a Little from everyone.

Absolutely found out that Coryo did not have anything for Little him and absolutely immediately started sneaking him gear.

Probably tries to do it in a way that Coryo won't notice and argue against it - gives him a paci when he's practically asleep, hands him a stuffie to keep when he's already started slipping.

sneaks him bite size snacks periodically across a long time until he's confident Coryo's eaten enough to get through the rest of the day without realising Sejanus has caught on to his food problem.

(If in a verse with any kind of headspace suppressants) Sejanus refuses to let Coryo ignore/supress his headspace - will do anything for him but let him hurt himself.

Is really big on hand holding. They're going anywhere? Sejanus is interlocking their fingers immediately. Is Little Coryo much of a runner? Not at all. Is Sejanus giving him the opportunity? Nope. That boy is constantly at LEAST in eyesight of Sejanus.

LOVES playing with Coryo's blonde curls. Mostly only gets the chance when they're both half asleep already but it's such a soothing and comforting thing for Sejanus to do.

I feel like Sejanus would be the type of caregiver to give daily affirmations. Especially with how obvious it is that Coryo overthinks every moment of his life. I can see him trying to get Little Coryo to repeat positive affirmations in the morning and before bed.

I see Little Coryo as an easy crier. He's just so overwhelmed about everything and has barely processed any of it. When things don't go his way, he tends to break down easier because of that.

Not much of a tantrum thrower - but Little Coryo is Very petulant. He's pouty and fussy and whiney, and thinks he deserves anything and everything he could possibly want, and he Will be devastated if that doesn't work out (for like 5 minutes and then will absolutely have moved onto the next thing)

Little Coryo adores Tigris and definitely thinks she's the boss of everyone and that anything she says is always 100% true and never doubts it. Tigris is far too kind a soul to take advantage of this.

Little Coryo is definitely touch starved but also definitely does not realise it or believe it.

Sejanus tries to comfort him by hugging him and totally thinks he's made things worse for a second with how emotional of a response he gets from Coryo from doing it.

Coryo is extremely adamant that he's an independent big kid who doesn't really need Sejanus help with anything - right up until he's a little bit tired and sleepy and has decided that he's done with whatever he's doing, and then he's just about the clingiest thing ever and wants to steal every drop of Sejanus's attention.

Sejanus loves reading to Little Coryo - picture books, children's novels, poetry, (if Coryo is tired/little enough to allow it - touch and feel books/ anything interactive).

Coryo is either very talkative or barely verbal - Sejanus narrates his every movement though and fills in the silence most of the time

As I said - kind of used this ask as an excuse to dump some very random hcs on these two - I definitely have a lot more but that's heading into plot for some fics I'm currently working on territory sooo...

Sorry if this has been unintelligible or a nightmare to read - I am incredibly tired and basically writing this asleep haha but I loved rambling for a bit <3

#big thanks to sage once again for brightening my inbox and my day #send me your hcs and i will go into depth about why they are right i promise #a little scared to post ngl #these hcs seem vague and theres too many of them i'm so so sorry #this was heaps of fun even if they were all random bits and pieces haha #sorry if any if it is dreadfully too ooc but #i'm trying my best while being blinded by hyperfixating #though i typically pride myself on staying as true to the characters as you possibly can with agere #so if you tell me it's too ooc i will absolutely cry and fall apart #cgetbrmj #age regression #agere #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fic #fandom agere #tbosas

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berenwrites · 5 months

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I Love My Orthotics

So I've had my orthotics from LOC now since just before Easter, and they are amazing.

I can cook again without being in crippling pain for days afterwards. I still have to take breaks and sit down, but I can get up again without it being a hobbling experience.

I can carry my own things because I'm not using my crutches every time we go out. Have to admit I almost cried when we went to a community concert and they had refreshments during the interval and I didn't have to sit there and ask my hubby to go get me some things on a plate, I could do it myself.

And when we walk up the road, Rob and I can hold hands again. Haven't been able to do that for about 15 years because of the crutches.🥰🥰

Still loving being so much taller too. Getting into my kitchen cupboards is so much easier!

Uneven surfaces are a bit of a challenge, but I'm getting them figured out. Walking up my sister's drive (it's steep) gives my calves a good stretch - thought I might have to walk up it backwards at one point.🤣

Went out to Canterbury wearing them for the first time last week and had to grab my sister's arm at one point because the pavements are so uneven, but I was getting it by the end. Have definitely activated muscles I wasn't using overly much before. 🤣

Have one small problem though - standing up off lower seats. I mostly need a little help from something supportive close by. Went to the hairdressers on Sat and had to nip to the loo while waiting for Rob to be finished. Realised after I had sat down that there wasn't really much to hang on to to stand back up. Thought for a minute I might have to take the orthotics off before I could stand up 🤣. Luckily there was a sturdy, old fashioned radiator within reach. 🤣🤣

The orthotics need a bit of tweaking, but I have another appointment at the end of the month for that, so all is good.

A lovely friend also bought me some awesome welly socks to show off.

Have discovered that I need close fitting, cushioned socks for everything to work best, so have bought some boring hiking socks for that and have turned the welly socks into leg warmers. These are probably the least colourful of the set, but I keep forgetting to take piccies.

The fastenings on the boots also keep loosening a bit when I wear them, which they are not supposed to do, but the mechanism has a lifetime warranty and with one email to the manufacturers, they are sending me a repair kit to fix it.

BTW, is anyone has issues with toes rubbing on shoes, I cannot recommend these enough: Protectoe. The link is the silicon big toe cover, but the brand does all sorts for all toes, including skin coloured ones. I've tried other brands in the past that kept slipping off or were too tight, but these are amazing, soft, non-slip, comfy, and fully washable. Just don't put any cream on first or they slide like you greased a cookie sheet 😆.

#personal #orthotics #disability #disabled #game changer

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anchorandrope · 8 months

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leaving jokes aside, do you actually care about anti-larry and/or anti-larries (in a good way)? like would you forgive them for the harassment if they genuinely ask you to do it?

hii !! well, actually i don't have a short answer for this question so i'll try to make it as concise as i can.

first of all, i do believe that people can change their mind after getting educated and as they grow up, so if a 15 y/o in 2014 told me to kms now comes and ask me for forgiveness, if i see that they are actually sorry i definitely would forgive them. i don't own them nothing, im well aware i do not need to forgive people to find peace to myself, to have self-esteem and love, i believe humans do not need to forgive to heal in any kind of way. being that said, i know that people feel like asking for forgiveness is a good way to heal themselves and if so, i would be really happy to forgive.

if you had asked me this same question a couple of years ago, im sure my answer would be different, but since i took a step back in the fandom and i worked on myself, i realised that even though its totally unacceptable to harras and send death threats to someone, no matter your age or life situation, its absolutely unworthy to reply every anonymous ask, to try to ask for respect, to be kind and to try to make them understand that what they are doing is wrong.

of course you are allowed to be mentally drained after harassment because it can hurt, specially if you are struggling on a daily basis. but at the end of the day, anonymous asks and blogs here or on other social media are people who don't know you and if they believe they do only because you posted something on the internet they didn't like they are clearly the problem. this might be the hardest thing to say but online or irl you will find people who dislike you and that's okay. we are billions of souls on this planet, of course some of them are gonna be mean, and it sucks! but what you have to try to do is to don't take hate that personal. people who correct your errors and try to explain you respectfully why you are mistaken are usually good people or people who love you. people who call you horrible stuff without any intention of making you change but to make you feel bad are the people who you don't have to pay attention to. people reflect their insecurities, problems, etc on others all the time (mostly unconsciously) and if you ever try to explain them that fact, they will get defensive.

your time and energy are something precious, you will never live the same second two times. try to work on yourself, try to ask yourself what do you want to invest your time and energy into. is a tumblr anon who call me stupid worth it of taking my energy and time? is it useful to spend hours worrying about anonymous messages on the internet? one day you will understand that no, its never worth it. try to pay more attention to people who love and appreciate you, who correct you for your good and who are always by your side.

my recommendation is to hold people accountable for what they did, never justify what they have done to you (or anyone) but always try to think with kindness and not with hate. of course the person who sent you a copy-paste hate message on your askbox is an idiot, what im trying to say is that maybe and just maybe that idiot is having thr worst time of their lives and hating on everyone is the only way to feel relief, which it is unacceptable but, in my opinion, thats what it makes me feel in peace with myself, because i know that im not the problem. and honey, i can assure you that is nothing more comforting than it wasn't your fault.

i hope that i explained myself the way i want to be understood, if not please let me know how can i help you to understand this better.

and lastly, i want to say something that i know that a lot of people wouldn't like, but i believe its time to be said. giving attention to people who hates you its only gonna make them wanting to hate you more and more and starting hating on others. so if you actually care if making this or any fandom/community an better place to express our interests in a mature and pleasant way, you need to stop answering hate anons. it might be "funny" to you, but think of others. what if we all collectively posted every hate we receive? do you believe that your twitter timeline or tumblr dash is gonna be full of fan art and fics? you are fooling yourself if so. is it worth it posting triggering stuff and stuff that may affect others mental-health? yeah that's what i though.

i wish from the bottom of my heart, peace, health and love to everyone single soul out there who is struggling with hate. and if you keep sending hate being an adult, not knowing if you are sending that to a minor or a suicidal person, i wish you get the karma you need. you cannot convince me that you have the "dream life" you claim to have because if so, you won't be hating on tumblr blogs by the year of 2024. you are, in fact a pathetic piece of shit who sadly believes that insulting anonymously is gonna make this a better world ;)

#ask #petras #tw mental health #tw harrassment #tw hate

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velvetgoldie · 1 year

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Peter Pan and Wendy: a review

Directorial decisions, backlash, and final result

I don't usually seek out reviews, and even less so write them, but I had been waiting for this new Peter Pan adaptation ever since it's been announced (2016!), and as such, was anxious to see what people had to say about it.

And, well, considering the vitriolic reviews this film has gotten, I wanted to balance the negative critics out a little. I didn't hate the film -- although there are things that could have been managed better (but those are not what you would expect). More under the cut.

On directorial vision:

David Lowery's style is extremely subdued, for lack of a better term. You can go through one of his films and expect a big climax, only to realise at the end that all changes happened gradually, so much so that the story has displayed its meaning without you noticing.

His films are mostly focused on the "within", with a huge focus on personal turmoil rather than big events.

For Peter Pan and Wendy, this approach remains: he took the original story from the book, and apparently drew out the elements which mattered to him the most (the fear of growing up/the bitterness of aging) and translated them into a very personal vision (which extends to the visual aspect of the film: its green hue, the worn-out aspect of the costumes...). So rather than present the story as an epic series of adventures, he rerouted the narrative to tell one singular story (my first thought, finishing the film, was actually "It holds up quite well!"). It tells a simple story, with a definite beginning leading to a definite end -- but as such, can feel rushed and uneven.

On the pacing of the film:

Lowery has one main issue, and it's his obsession for perfectionnism. As a former video editor, he's liable to cut, re-cut, and re-edit up until he's told to stop (see how plenty of the material from the first Green Knight trailer hasn't made it to the finished product). I believe it's the same with this film: especially with the Covid-19 hiatus and the interception from Disney studios (because they surely veto a lot of things in these kinds of productions).

The director and screenwriters had a story to tell, but spent so much time on it that they lost track of the smaller details for the sake of the bigger picture. It's quite visible considering the repartition of the main acts of the film, which are as follow:

Introduction of the Darlings and flight to Neverland

First introductory adventure with the pirates

Meeting the Lost Boys and Skull Rock adventure

Break at the Lost Boys hide out and "death" of Peter Pan

Climax (fight on the Jolly Roger)

Conclusion.

What's obviously lacking here is a middle adventure: we've barely become accustomed to Neverland that the climax is already reached. We should have had another scene, not only to give the viewer a chance to breathe, but also to better introduce secondary characters (the underdevelopped Tiger Lily, for instance).

This seems to be the result of over-editing: a middle adventure wouldn't have been necessary to understand the story, so off it went. But as such, it causes pacing issues. This is really my main problem with the film.

On the realistic aspect of the film:

I've seen people take out of a context a quote about Tinkerbell's lack of glow ad nauseam, and while it's typical Tumblr 'Chinese whispers', it needs to be addressed because I don't want people hating on the film for wrong reasons.

The question on how Tinkerbell should glow concerns practical rendition of an animated version. When you have to translate effects which were easily done with drawings, you need to ask yourself how it would be done practically (like, how to make the Beast look realistic in a Beauty and the Beast live action?). The quote does not mean Lowery hates on fantasy elements...

The film does have a realistic, down-to-earth look, though. That's obviously pointed out by Wendy, realizing that Neverland is "a different kind of real". But that ties up with Lowery's style, as mentionned before. He's not making an over-the-top, theatrical epic: he chose to translate the story in his style, and that's fine. We don't need another 2003 Peter Pan, because there already is a 2003 Peter Pan. As much as I love this previous adaptation, I am, for one, glad of the change. There's a Peter Pan for everyone, and maybe this one could be yours, if you look past the first knee-jerk critics and give it a chance.

I'd like to conclude on what @not-wholly-unheroic said about the film, because it sums things up quite nicely:

"I think the problem is largely that the audience was expecting an epic adventure and got a tearjerker instead. In a lot of ways, this version of the story was more for the adults than the kids… but those adults largely have a nostalgia for the adventure story they grew up with and wanted something closer to that than what they got."

There's much more that could be said about the film, but for the time being, I only wanted to counteract the overwhelming, and sometimes undeserved, negativity surrounding the film. I am not for Disney live actions at all, but I consider Peter Pan and Wendy as a David Lowery project first and foremost. Perhaps, if it had been produced by another studio, it would have been actually more imaginative and personal. It did a great job in producing an original retelling of a well-known story while taking liberties, but keeping true to a certain spirit from the original book. Barrie's Peter Pan feels very personal to each reader, and this is a personal film as well. I hope it will be revisited in time by children who have grown older, just like the adults of today keep on returning to their own favorite version of the story.

#peter pan and wendy #peter pan 2023 #david lowery #disney live action #live action remake #peter pan #tinkerbell

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siriannatan · 2 years

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PLEASE WRITE MORE WITHER-HUSBANDS /NF /NF

I have no pure weather husbands fics in works so I wrote a short story :}

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Pix never thought he'd regret teaching. But, in his seventh year as a university archeology professor he found himself regretting it for a single reason. Scott S. Major. One of his first year students who happened to be a massive flirt and seemed to love messing with Pix. The problem was… he was actually really smart so Pix saw no reason to report anything anywhere. The flirting was mostly just a nuisance. The impressive thing was that Pix was done with him after just one class. And he worked with Sausage. The man could not say a sentence without an innuendo.

His biggest mistake was not checking who signed up to write their masters paper under him. Being known as a strict and demanding he had few students in his last group and even more of them left after the first couple meetings. And, as he checked the list the morning of the first meeting he almost wanted to not go. As a teacher… And all because among the six names on the list there was a Scott S. Major at the very top. In fancy cursive, taking at least three lines. At least there would be more students there…

How wrong was he. Only one person showed up. Scott. Sitting on a bench by Pix's office, in a purple, yellow and blue patchwork sweater, reading a book Pix actually wrote an article for. Completely unbothered that everyone else chickened out. And probably joined Sausage's group. He could not say no if someone wanted to move to him. At least Pix remembered hearing from him that someone did. But five someone's? Maybe Joel? Greek mythology was a popular topic among students…

"Good morning professor," Scott smiled up at him. No doubt trying to be cute. "I have no idea where…"

"Probably listening to Sausage chatter, come on in," Pix stopped him and opened the office. He barely managed to not sigh in mild annoyance. He would have to one-on-one with Scott once a week. He really doubted he'd skip any meeting unless he really had to. Unless… "Since it's probably just the two of us," Pix started, glad his desk was between him and Scott. "We'll be meeting every other week. If you really want to ask something you can just ask after our usual classes," he talked avoiding looking at Scott.

"Aww, I'll look forward to these even more now. Just the two of us. Discussing history. Talk about romantic," Scott hummed making Pixl look up from his notes.

It was just then that Pix realised there were no extra chairs in his office, mostly so other professors would not bother him. And that Scott was now seated on his desk, very close to him.

"Scott, please got off my desk, if you need a chair borrow one from…" Pix could not hold back a heavy sigh. What did he do to deserve this?

"But I'm quite comfy here," Scott pouted, batting his lashes at Pixl.

Pix stared at him for a minute but he did not move. "What you're doing is highly inappropriate and could get us both into trouble," Pix sighed not moving an inch. "I'm your teacher, I'm sure you can guess what kind of rumours it could start," he added as Scott's face showed a shadow of confusion. "Go and…" he froze as tears welled up in Scott's eyes. "Scott… please…"

"I… I worked so hard to… to get here and…" Scott sobbed. "And here's so far from home and… it all just to meet you and…" he continued to shake as Pixl panicked. What was he supposed to do about his student crying because he asked him to stop flirting with him.

"Scott… I'm just worried how everyone would look at you if we ever… yeah… it's nothing to do with you, I promise, but I can't, not if I'm your teacher. People would think your good marks are from that and not from you being smart and working hard. I don't want to do that to you," Pixl stumbled on his words, now stood up and patting Scott's back. Glad there were no cameras in teacher's offices. As much as he usually hated it. "It's all fine, I'm flattered but I can't…"

Scott only sobbed harder, sliding off the desk and into Pix, hiding his face in other's chest. And with enough force so they landed in Pix's chair. "Scott… it's… I'm not going to say it's okay since that will not work, I just can't. I'm sure you're a great and lovely and… but I'm your teacher…" Pix sighed, once again patting Scott's back. And hoping no one would come in. Sausage and Joel were not known for always knocking.

"What if no one knew?" Scott muttered into Pix's shirt between sobbing shudders. "That should be fine, right?"

Pixl sighed. He was sighing a lot today, wasn't he? Scott was right. It could work if they hid it but… he wasn't even sure if he liked Scott like that. He was pretty, yes. And smart. Very pretty and smart… and Pix liked smart. Okay… maybe he likes Scott back. "We would have to be very careful…" he said, a bit hesitant to outright agree.

"I can be careful," Scott pouted, finally looking up from Pix's shirt. His eyes were puffy and red and made Pix feel terrible. "Very careful," he sniffled. "Can we at least try? I'll keep flirting, since people know me for it but… I'll not tell anyone we're a thing? Please…"

"We can try but if it doesn't work out…" Pix started, stopping Scott's attempt at kissing him. "But none of this here. Okay?" Scott nodded with a hint of smile tugging on his lips. "We can try then," Pix sighed once again time. "But I'll be still expecting a lot from you, even more than from others if possible."

Scott giggled at that. "I would not expect any less from you," he smiled. "Umm… can I have at least one kiss? Please?"

Pix sighed. He really hoped Scott didn't figure out how weak he was to his pretty eyes as he pressed on single, fast kiss to his lips. "Now go get a chair, we have your masters paper to discuss," he added patting Scott's back one more time. Sighing for the last time as Scott hurried to grab a chair he could not help but wonder how much trouble he was going to be for the next two years.

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Pix never thought he'd regret teaching. But, in his seventh year as a university archaeology professor, he found himself regretting it for a single reason. Scott S. Major. One of his first-year students who happened to be a massive flirt and seemed to love messing with Pix. The problem was… he was actually really smart so Pix saw no reason to report anything anywhere. The flirting was mostly just a nuisance. The impressive thing was that Pix was done with him after just one class. And he worked with Sausage. The man could not say a sentence without an innuendo.

His biggest mistake was not checking who signed up to write their master's paper under him. Being known as strict and demanding he had few students in his last group and even more, of them left after the first couple of meetings. And, as he checked the list the morning of the first meeting he almost wanted to not go. As a teacher… And all because among the six names on the list there was a Scott S. Major at the very top. In fancy cursive, taking at least three lines. At least there would be more students there…

How wrong was he. Only one person showed up. Scott. Sitting on a bench by Pix's office, in a purple, yellow and blue patchwork sweater, reading a book Pix actually wrote an article for. Completely unbothered that everyone else chickened out. And probably joined Sausage's group. He could not say no if someone wanted to move to him. At least Pix remembered hearing from him that someone did. But five someones? Maybe Joel? Greek mythology was a popular topic among students…

"Good morning professor," Scott smiled up at him. No doubt trying to be cute. "I have no idea where…"

"Probably listening to Sausage chatter, come on in," Pix stopped him and opened the office. He barely managed to not sigh in mild annoyance. He would have to see Scott one-on-one once a week. He really doubted he'd skip any meeting unless he really had to. Unless… "Since it's probably just the two of us," Pix started, glad his desk was between him and Scott. "We'll be meeting every other week. If you really want to ask something you can just ask after our usual classes," he talked avoiding looking at Scott.

"Aww, I'll look forward to these even more now. Just the two of us. Discussing history. Talk about romantic," Scott hummed making Pixl look up from his notes.

It was just then that Pix realised there were no extra chairs in his office, mostly so other professors would not bother him. And that Scott was now seated on his desk, very close to him.

"Scott, please got off my desk, if you need a chair borrow one from…" Pix could not hold back a heavy sigh. What did he do to deserve this?

"But I'm quite comfy here," Scott pouted, batting his lashes at Pixl.

"Scott… I'm just worried how everyone would look at you if we ever… yeah… it's nothing to do with you, I promise, but I can't, not if I'm your teacher. People would think your good marks are from that and not from you being smart and working hard. I don't want to do that to you," Pixl stumbled on his words, now standing and patting Scott's back. Glad there were no cameras in teachers' offices. As much as he usually hated it. "It's all fine, I'm flattered but I can't…"

"What if no one knew?" Scott muttered into Pix's shirt between sobbing shudders. "That should be fine, right?"

"I can be careful," Scott pouted, finally looking up from Pix's shirt. His eyes were puffy and red and made Pix feel terrible. "Very careful," he sniffled. "Can we at least try? I'll keep flirting since people know me for it but… I'll not tell anyone we're a thing? Please…"

"We can try but if it doesn't work out…" Pix started, stopping Scott's attempt at kissing him. "But none of this here. Okay?" Scott nodded with a hint of a smile tugging on his lips. "We can try then," Pix sighed once again time. "But I'll be still expecting a lot from you, even more than from others if possible."

Scott giggled at that. "I would not expect any less from you," he smiled. "Umm… can I have at least one kiss? Please?"

Pix sighed. He really hoped Scott didn't figure out how weak he was to his pretty eyes as he pressed on a single, fast kiss to his lips. "Now go get a chair, we have your master's paper to discuss," he added patting Scott's back one more time. Sighing for the last time as Scott hurried to grab a chair he could not help but wonder how much trouble he was going to be for the next two years.

#my stories #my stuff #answers #empiresshipping #empires au #empires scott #empires pixl #weather husbands #anon reply

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