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kittykattropicanna · 4 months

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it's 2 am and i should sleep but i just read your prison penpal!ghost now it's rotting my brain!!!! ><

reader would so try to send him gifts if they're allowed. special holidays aren't miserable for him anymore as he would be accompanied by reader's sweet little presents!!!

Sleeps for the weak baby, sleep when you’re dead ;)

Of course you're going to look after your man, he does so much for you, the least you can do is send him some money to treat himself!!! maybe a gift or two you dirty girl :3

I know I promised to upload this last night after work but I was sleepy. IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

TW: edging, Si fucks himself with your dirty panties, smut, masterbation (Reader and Simon) its just fucking disgusting and dirty, but also kinda sweet <3

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Absolutely, holy shit. After your first phone call, you’re his, he makes that so unbelievably clear through his next letters. :)))

Telling you how much he craves you, how you’re the only thing on his mind, describing in intimate detail how his gonna touch you, kiss you, fuck you :((((

His so fucking desperate for you, to the point he actually gets enraged knowing he can’t touch you. Just the thought of you being on the other side of the wall makes his skin crawl, you’re right there, only thick cement dividing him from you :((

Its even worse knowing that he can’t do anything about it >:(

Si’s a problem solver, he prides himself on being able to weasel his way out of practically any situation without a problem, if that’s reducing his sentence down to basically nothing or getting away with his little late night phone calls with you. He always finds a way to make it work, but for the first time ever, he can’t fix this, his stuck here. No exceptions, no sweet talking to get what he wants, no amount of calculated manipulation could get him out of this situation, and it makes him go absolutely mad.

At this point he has a year left of his sentence, his so fucking close to being let back into society, so close to finally being with you :(((

Letting his emotions (and dick) cloud his judgment, driving him to think about making stupid decisions such as an attempted jail break would be absolutely the worst idea of his entire life.

Ohhhhh, but its so tempting :(

But it would just put more time between you and him, as much as he wanted you now, he knew it was only going to rip him away from you again in the long run :/

And that’s if his even successful, one night with you would mean the world to him, but it wasn't worth being thrown back in jail, only separating the two of you for longer :(

He just needed to sit tight, let the days roll on and try not to think about your soft moans through the shitty speaker of the prison phone. :(((

He absolutely asked you to be official after speaking to you for the first time. It drives him crazy knowing when guys try and hit on you at the bar, you smile brightly and tell them that you're his, his to keep.

One of the guards asked him what’s the first thing his going to do when he gets out, with a dopey smile he chuckles a little

“See ma’ missus mate” his so fucking cute, his actually so obsessed with you, so proud that you’re his ;))))

Of course the other inmates wouldn’t know, and technically he most definitely shouldn’t of told a guard, news spreads, but he couldn’t help it, it slipped out, and you know what, he was fucking proud of it :)))

You 100% would send him money and gifts, Si makes a little money, about £35 a week either cleaning, laundry duties, basic maintenance, basically anything the job program can offer him.

The only issue being when he first signed up, he made sure that all his money was payed into Price’s bank account. He didn’t want to risk using it, the whole reason he started the work program was because he wanted to try and set himself up once he got out, at least have some type of savings waiting for him on the other side. Every now and then he regrets it, but he knows its for the best :/

Learning that Si was so strict with his money that he didn’t treat himself to anything didn’t sit well with you….and its not like you’re struggling financially, you work a good job and your daddy is always willing to send money if you ever needed it!!!!

A hundred odd pounds a month isn’t going to leave any sort of dint in your bank account, so of course your going to send Si some money to treat himself!!! You’re such a sweet, sweet girl :(((, his sweet, sweet girl.

You start sending the maximum amount each month which comes out to about £150, its the least you can do!! His your boyfriend! he might be a felon, a little perverted and rough around the edges, but to you, his perfect :)))

His so grateful as well :(( treating himself to snacks :((( chocolate bars, skittles and gummy’s, buying himself a book or two, replacing his flat, stained pillow and ratted blankets, getting himself some actually nice soap and a new toothbrush, buying clothes that actually fit him!!

His muscles have grown so much since being locked up :3 there’s nothing else to do besides lift weights, work and sit around :((((

“Sweetheart, I want ya’ to know, the second I get out of here, imma treat you real nice, give ya’ everything I can, look after ya’, protect ya’”

and

“The minute I get ya’ home, its all about you, yeah? Imma lay ya’ down and eat ya’ like a starved man, overstimulate that little cunt till ya’ beggin’ me to stop, fuck ya’ so deep and hard that you’ll forget ya’ fuckin’ name, whatever ya’ want darlin’ its all yours, been lookin’ after me so well….. imma show ya’ how much I appreciate it, as ya’ can probably tell, i’m more a man of action, poetry an’t ma style baby ;)”

Definitely learns origami from other inmates, makes little paper swans and hearts for you, the paper always being a little stained from his dirty fingers, obvious crease marks showing his folded it the wrong way and had to reattempt :))))

God he knows how to treat a women :33333

But what I really want to get into are the gifts you send him…..;)

As I established in my last fics about you sending things to Si, you absolutely send him innocent gifts.

Photos, one of your favourite gold necklaces, an oversized tee that smells like your perfume…. Cute little personal things so he can have a piece of you, nothing crazy :3

I feel like you were reading a spicy romance book. It mentioned the main character stealing his lovers used panties out of her dirty laundry basket, very quickly and idea clicked in your brain :((((

You wanted it to be a surprise for him :(((( you didn’t mention it to him in your letters, only telling him your working on a little something that’s crafted just for him ;))

Waking up in the morning you make sure to fuck yourself with your fingers :((

Covering your panties with your juices, making sure their absolutely soaked in your cum :((

Rubbing your thighs together while you’re at work, soaking through your panties with your arousal :((( thinking about Si eating your pussy just like he promised while in important meetings, loosing focus…. your boss pulling you aside and asking if you’re okay :((

Scrambling to find an answer to explain your distracted behaviour and flushed cheeks >:(

He ends up sending you home because you’re distracting everyone with your aloofness :(( putting the rest of your team behind because you're a selfish girl with a dirty mind >:( can’t even focus in your workplace because Si’s dirty words have taken over every aspect of your thoughts >:(

At the end of the day your panties are ruined with your slick, soaked all the way through and smelling of your orgasm just like you planned ;))

And when Si received your thong obviously used??? :000000 he let out a low grunt....

Just the idea that you did this for him, fully confirming in his mind that you wanted him, craved him just as much as he craved you made something animalistic set off in his mind….

Because he received your package in the middle of the day, he couldn’t hide and tend to himself like normal >:((((((

He needed you now, he needed to fuck his cock NOW, not wait till his cell mates were asleep, his heavy balls ached and he knew if he didn’t relieve himself soon, his blue balls would become unbearable >:(((( aching and hurting with each step, uncomfortable and frustrated :(

Purposely being a dick and coursing havoc with his inmates so he can be locked up for his disruptive and disrespectful behaviour ;)))))

A shit eating grin when his in handcuffs being walked to his cell, knowing your panties are tucked into his boxers ;))))) his won yet again ;)

Like I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again, he ALWAYS gets what he wants :)))

The second his cell locks his ripping his hard, leaky cock out and wrapping your used panties around himself :((((

Pumping his fat dick, the friction of the fabric making it that much more satisfying :((((

Closing his eyes and imagining you walking around all day, turned on and flustered for him >:((((( the idea of you restricting yourself from fucking other men because you're his, knowing all you want is to be filled with dick, have the feeling of a real cock fucking you, not your cold, rubber dildo >:(

His precum mixing with your juices only turns him on more, knowing that this is the closest he’ll get to fucking your cunt for now :((

As his big hands slowly pump his dick, wanting to savour the moment, he lets out animalistic grunts, slowly speeding up and then slowing his pace, he edges himself almost whimpering when he refrains from his release yet again :(((

Something about holding back satisfies him, his training himself for you, getting ready for when he fucks you for the first time, wanting to hold out long enough that he can rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, forming a white rim of your cum around the base of his cock :(((

Grunted whispers of your name falling from his lips as he tries to hold back yet again, legs twitching and face getting hot as uncontrollable ropes of cum finally release from his vainy cock :(((

His never cum that much in his life, your panties damp with his semen, dick so sensitive that even the feeling of the fabric from his boxes makes him flinch >:(((

You’re such a good girl, always knowing how to please him, feels like you know him inside and out already ;)

You just wait until he gets his hands on you sweet girl ;)))

Y'all are so fucking obsessed with each other I CAN'T

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nayaaatv · 2 years

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wonwoo bf headcanons ☂︎

# : fluff, gn! reader ♡

warnings ! : none (?)

wc ! : 0.6k

a/n : FINALLY OMG. i thought this writers block was gonna last forever im so sorry.

req by anon ♡

look, yk how this man games right. okay so.. lets say one day, you got really bored and asked him if he could play roblox with u. ofc, he said yes bc he loves u. but also thought it was pretty stupid at first. but now... its a daily thing for u both!! you'd ask to play the 'stupidest' games like royale high, da hood, the mimic, whatever!! but he says yes everytime, and enjoys it everytime. hes having fun as long as ur having fun too.

u guys would have a cat together. like... fr. you'd name it like milo or tulip. cute things like that, ngl... i think he'd buy them little clothes or collars. to him, THEYRE HIS CHILD. u teased him about it before but he just replied with "im practicing." i hope we all know what that means hehe.

keeps every gift you give him. he still wears the bracelet you gave him 2 years ago. he still hugs the plushie you gave him on his birthday. he loves it when u still keep his gifts too. he appreciates it so much

can nap without u, but refuses to most of the time. he personally thinks its a need that u literally have to be there when he takes a nap, he doesnt know why, but he literally needs u to be there. he wont force you too much if you're busy, but hes gonna struggle a lot ㅠㅠ. its better if you like napping too or if ur a big cuddler. it doesn't matter to him though. you dont even have to nap with him he just wants you to be there.

computer cafe dates, like pls. your either both playing games or your just watching him do his stuff. its so comforting for the both of you. you're telling him about your day, ranting about the annoying co-worker you had at work as he games away. he always listens though, remembers every detail. he tells you about his day too, and its just a fun hobby for you both.

hes a bit shy most of the time, so you're gonna have to be the one to initiate anything physical. but he loves loves loves hand holding. you dont know why and maybe he doesnt either, it just makes him feel so safe and his hands are so warm and he says your hands are so soft to him :((

he really likes taking photos of u... don't take this in a weird way but he looks like the guy to have like a whole photo album of u looking pretty whilst doing nothing. whether its u actually posing for the camera or him just taking a photo without ur acknowledgement. little photographer bf

again with the gamer wonwoo agenda, if u were even struggling with something just a bit, he would leave his game immediately. it does not matter. it could be the simplest things! not being able to reach something, seeing a bug, literally anything!!!! he will help u everytime. okay maybe he doesn't help you everytime but he always pauses his game when he notices, and then goes back to gaming if he sees you dealing with it on your own.

secretly loves it when you kiss him out of the blue while he's reading or watching something. he always hits you with the "what was that?" in a very cool tone but his heart is actually spinning like crazy. he thinks you don't know but you can see the cutest shade of red on his cheeks everytime. he doesn't need to know that though.

[ jeonghan is next ! ]

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

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stafyliaa · 9 months

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"Miles it's me!"

Prowler!Miles x Spiderhero!Reader (gender neutral)

cw: angst,Jeff being funny,mentions of Jeff death (sorry it's earth 42 😭),tears,no comfort (maybe there will be on part two) "betrayal" and a big misunderstanding

Hii! This is my first time writing hehehe give me a chance and please be nice :D im gonna do a ending to this fic but it's gonna take a while

I'm more than happy to write requests so don't be shy!!

You are Miles lover..but you are also the friendly neighborhood Spider hero! While Miles is the Prowler! And the worst..you both didn't know that

But you never thought Prowler was a bad guy,he actually helped people too but- he kinda hates you for some reason

maybe he was jealous of the amount of popularity you have and how you are incredible strong and how your suit was soooo pretty so yeah,who cares about Prowler anyways? He's a douchebag

As for Miles..He is the best!!

He looks like he is trying to poop everytime with that "scary" face of him but he is really sweet and respectful boy

he respects your space and supports your decisions,he is great with gifts (handmade or purchased) and never fails to make you feel especial regardless of anything ♡

You were great friends with his family too! They love you! But, something happened

His dad was captain Morales,he passed away doing his job..being a hero without spider powers or something like that yeah good guy

You remembered that when he was alive he didn't liked the ideia of a masked hero around (another jealous man),but after some events you kinda "worked together" to protect the peace at the city

The Spiderhero and captain Morales protecting our dear Brooklyn! couldn't get better

he enjoyed talking about his son and you can't deny it was fun to see what Miles was like from his father's point of view

"My boy has a beautiful significant other,i consider them as my own child! You know? Don't tell anybody but i kinda get jealous on how much of attention my wife put on them cause like,does she like them more then me?!! That's unacceptable hmfp"

Yeah and things like that was really fun too

But that day you couldn't saved him

You tried.. But unfortunately it didn't worked

Miles was devastated..you felt so guilty every day for not being able to save his dad but you always comforted him whenever he need it and he is very grateful for that

If you thought you were nobody under your hero mask you are sorely mistaken! You are everything to Miles,you are his hero

it's been sometime since that happened and everything seems to be okay

Until now

It was a random night you were patrolling the city when you ended up realizing that you were close to where Miles lived

It wouldn't hurt anyone to take a look would it?

But the last thing you expected to see was this

And this i mean

Prowler on the rooftop at Miles building

[•••]

What if he is planning to hurt Miles? You couldn't let that happen, could you?

You were ready to attack him sneakily but his mask came off

Curious to know who your unbearably annoying enemy is you decided to wait a while

Then..you saw him!Miles Morales was the Prowler,and he wasn't alone..Aaron was with him

You were surprised! Who wouldn't tbh

You decided to stay a little longer to see what he is going to do:

- Miles..we will finally catch that spider,i can feel it.- said Aaron

- Yeah,i can't wait for that Tio (uncle) Aaron

You noticed that Aaron seemed to be hesitant to tell Miles something,then he said:

- Look Miles,they.. could be anyone -you thought to yourself "does he know I'm the spider hero!?-

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm trying to say that - he hesitates one more time - don't forget why we are doing all this ok? Mi hermano (my brother) ..Your dad, está muerto (is dead) because that "hero" couldn't save him,they saved everyone but couldn't bother to save him and - Before Aaron could say more Miles interrupt him

- I know tio,don't worry - his mask returns to his face - esta noche(tonight)..I'm gonna kill that spider

You know what he said

You know what he is planning to do

Miles..the boy you love

Is going to kill you

[•••]

You are on the edge of the building

The only thing keeping you from falling is Prowler

He got his claws ready to kill you

Your heart is beating fast

"I don't want to die! I can't die yet! I don't want to get killed by him! Miles please!"you thought:

- Who are you?

- I... - he moves his claws closer to your face

With his claws he slowly takes off your mask

When he took the mask off you ,tears rolled down from your eyes

That look of fear and your watery eyes

Made Miles heart break

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

Miles thought

"Why is this happening?":

- Miles.. - you said whispering looking at him

Miles is feeling a lot of emotions

He is scared

He is angry

He is confused

And he is sad

Miles face is revealed

You see a tear fall down from his eye:

- Amor.. - you can hear by his voice that he is hurt

He don't want to do this,he can't do this!

But still

Miles doesn't let go of you:

- Miles..look i know why you are doing this! And i swear my love i really tried to save him!

"My love" he loves when you call him that,you always call him with so full of love on your voice that always make he feels warm

But is he feeling warm now that you are calling him? With so much despair trying to prove your point?

He close his eyes for a second and looked away as if he was trying to ignore you:

- Please! The fact that i couldn't save him still hunts me..Look at me Miles

He looked at you

More tears fall down from your eyes:

- The hardest thing about this job is that you can't save everybody..It took me a while to accept this but it's the truth

It took a while to accept this? That made Miles wonders if you even asked to be a hero at all

He loosens his grip a little

You wanted to tell him everything

How much it hurts you to be a hero

But you keep it to yourself:

- I know it hurts Miles,i know you want to kill me but please..Those people - you you looked around - they need me..let me do for them what i couldn't do for you

He moves his claws close to your face

You look deep into his eyes and said:

-Please..if you find a little sympathy in your heart.. forgive me for everything- you said honestly - I love you Miles

you shut your eyes and...

[•••]

Please be patient cause this fanfic will have a ending!! Thank you for reading ♡

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lupineaerosol · 8 months

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traveler pt. 2 | thomas shelby x f!reader

not my gif! dm for credit

pairing : thomas shelby x fem! time traveled reader

word count : 4265

summary : your first day of work at the Garrison, and a meeting with the inspector looms over your head. things may be going perfectly for you, but how quickly can that change?

warnings : alcohol mentioned, ptsd and a panic attack, broken glass(?)

a.n.: LOTS of harry fenton interactions + we finally meet thomas!!! lowkey gonna have moments of other characters x reader but trust!! the plot in my head is so good and im begging yall to just trust my crazy process <3 if anyone has any issues with the content or what i write about because it goes against anything online please let me know so i can fix it!!

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The sun kissed gently at your eyes through the frosted glass above your head in the booth. Your neck ached from the uncomfortable position you had slept in, the muscles screaming at you to be at a different angle. You had woken up shivering in the night, had put on your hoodie from your trunk, and to your luck, you were the only person in the bar. It would be a sticky situation trying to explain the item of clothing to Harry. Taking the thick item of clothing off to shove back into the leather case that sat in the aisle at the end of the booth, the crisp February air threw a chill into your bones and you immediately wished you were able to keep the jacket on.

No better way to warm up than to start moving. Your eyes scanned across the dusty Garrison for a broom. There has to be one somewhere here, maybe a little looking around won’t be so rude. Harry did agree to my help this morning.

Soft footsteps across the intricate marble floor were the only sound within the building, other than the distant booming of the factories down the road. You first checked the isolated corner room that waited by the front door. The door opened smoothly, the stained glass art framed beautifully by the wood. A table and a few chairs were scattered around, empty ashtrays and a few cigarette boxes in a tidy stack. The small window to the bar was open, the wood bleached in an intricate pattern of previously spilled liquors.

Turning back to the main room, the stairway beaconed an investigation. Stepping lightly through the dust and dirt that scattered the floor, and a thorough investigation left you believing the stairs had no intention of keeping secrets from you. A rattle of the two doorknobs of the rooms behind you made it clear that without lockpicking experience you wouldn’t be getting into them. A swift inspection behind the bar left you empty handed, but the room behind the bar seemed more promising for cleaning items. Your eyes scanned the boxes and shelves of liquor and cigarettes but nonetheless, there was still no sign of a simple fucking broom. How can a bar operate without a broom??

The front door of the Garrison slammed shut and the sound of keys jingling made your adrenaline spike. “‘Ello? Miss (y/n)?” Harry’s voice echoed through the building.

“Good morning,” Your bare feet padded softly out of the back room, slightly ashamed at being caught snooping around. Rounding the corner of the bartop, you greeted Harry with a curt wave. “I was just looking for a broom, I figured I could start working before you got here.” You spoke truthfully, and as gently as you could. Harry didn’t seem to be the type of man quick to anger, but you weren’t about to take any chances.

“Oh,” A smile lit his face. “Thank you! That’s quite nice of you ma’am.” He carried his coat around to the back room and hung it on a coat rack. Turning to open a thin and carefully crafted door to his right, he reached in and revealed two brooms, leaning to hand you one. The weight was moderate, but the wood was soft in your hands, easy to use. “I’ll be checking stock back here, you can start whenever you would like.”

“I’ll be out here I suppose.” You carried the broom to the darkest corner of the Garrison and started there. A quickly forming dust cloud swirled around your bare feet that had finally warmed up against the tiles. The rhythm and sway of the broom comforted you, staring at the ground with a simple task reminded you of your chores at home. Harry puttered around the bar around you, wiping down the tables and chairs, cleaning dishes and writing tally marks in a small book.

Small talk filled the time between the two of you, and you indulged trust in him to explain that you had no clue where you had come from after waking up in Inverness, but had traveled all day yesterday in an attempt to get to London. You also talked about your financial situation, to which Harry sympathized. There was no possibility of getting to London, feeding and clothing yourself, and being able to afford a boat to New York.

“Have you considered staying here, in Birmingham? Traveling to London with 10 pounds in your pocket is no way to travel. You could stay and earn some money before leaving again.” Harry asked, looking up from the section of the bar he had been scrubbing. “There are plenty of jobs around here, and a room upstairs I would let you rent.” Hope bloomed in your chest.

“You’re serious?” You turned to face him with a wide smile. “That would be phenomenal! I could open the Garrison in the mornings if I lived here, that way you wouldn’t have to be up so early in the morning to clean and fix everything up.” Your proposition of a job settled on Harry’s mind, he had been quietly looking to add an extra set of hands to the team.

He paused to chew on the idea. “I wouldn’t mind a few more hours with the wife in the morning.” He placed the dish rag in his hand down onto the bartop, tilted his head from side to side and then nodded. He lifted his hand out to yours to shake in a deal. “Rent is 10 pounds a month, pay is 2 pounds a day. You’ll work from 8 in the morning until you’d like to leave, we can tally the hours together later on.”

You swiftly wiped your hands on Isa’s gifted skirt, reaching out and shaking Harry’s hand. “You will not regret this, mister Fenton. I promise you.”

The sun had risen and the movement in the building had warmed it slightly. The bar had been open since 10, and Harry had continued to instruct you on assorted tasks, and it seemed you were no longer loitering but forging a place serving drinks at the bar. People were friendly to you, mostly men who had been out all night drinking had stumbled in to spend all morning drinking. That seemed to be the state of Small Heath, people down on their luck trying to create a life for themselves. Maybe it was fate that had dropped you here, and after suddenly gaining a job it seemed hard to debate that destiny had laid the cards for you.

You had been watching the time tick anxiously, trying to figure out what to do about your appointment with the Inspector. You had decided against trying to acquire a visa, at least for a few months to save money, but became increasingly concerned about his dedication to helping you. Would he try to track me down while I’m staying here? What if he enjoys drinking here at the Garrison? Thoughts and worries swarmed your head as you continued to serve drinks and cigarettes. Maybe stopping off to explain you don’t need the visa anymore would help. Telling him directly that you don’t need or want his help would solve it. You were sure of it. You had told him you would find him today anyways, it would be rude to stand him up, even as uncomfortable as he made you feel.

“Harry, do you mind if I leave for the hour? I met someone on the train yesterday and I arranged a meeting with him this morning.” You had tucked your carrying case behind the bar until you had a chance to see the state of the room upstairs Harry had mentioned.

“Sure, you’ve been working all morning,” Harry said, running drinks to a small group of men at a table before rushing back behind the bar. “Where are you off to?”

“The police station, there was a policeman that told me he could get me a visa home, I need to explain I don’t need it anymore.” You leaned over the bar to explain it to him quietly.

“A copper? What’s his name? I have a cousin in the force that was on the train yesterday.” Harry asked enthusiastically.

It took you a second to recall any other name than ‘Inspector’. “I believe his name was Chester Campbell, Inspector Chester Campbell.” Your head tilted slightly when Harry’s emotions stayed the same. “I assume that isn’t your cousin.” You lightly laughed.

“Never heard the name.” Harry smiled in a friendly way. “But the police station is a few blocks from here, but there’s signs that mark the way.” His directions were vaguely helpful.

“I’m off then, I’ll be back before lunch.” Your shoes padded quietly out the door and onto the gravel of Garrison street, following the signs towards the police station as quickly as possible.

“Excuse me, is Inspector Campell here?” You leaned over the receptionist’s desk, a small and stout man writing on a pad of paper grunted a response.

“Down the hall and on the right, take the stairs and his office is on the left.” His voice was gruff and his bushy beard barely moved when he spoke to you.

“Thank you.” You attempted to follow the second set of bad directions given to you today, and eventually found yourself on the second floor and face to face with the words ‘Inspector’s Offices’. You take a deep breath before knocking on the frosted glass.

“The door is open.” The all-too familiar voice of the man who made the last leg of your travel agony rattled through the door frame. A second breath and you turn the handle and push through, walking through the threshold to see a large desk, chair, and the inspector standing, hands clasped behind him, with his back to you looking out the window.

“Good morning,” The room reverberated with your words and echoed slightly. The Inspector turned over his shoulder to identify you, it seemed your voice wasn’t enough to remind him who you were. “I hope I’m not interrupting you.”

“Not at all, ma’am.” He stepped closer to the desk, neatly organized papers and books decorated it fittingly. “It’s good to see you, I expected you to arrive earlier. The train to London has already departed for the day.”

“I know, I chose not to leave.” You had barely ventured into the room, not daring to step across to the man. It was already uncomfortable enough from afar, there was no need to add to it. “And I most likely won’t be needing a visa for a while.”

“Are you staying here in Small Heath? I have to advise against it, murderers and thieves run the streets as if they own them, madam.” Campbell turned the corner on his desk, slow steps toward you.

“I am afraid I’ve already committed to staying, sir.” Your voice was filled with determination. The Inspector’s expression fell further than it had been. “And I thank you for the offer to help me get home, but I must refuse.” Before he could speak again you interrupted him.

“Have a good rest of your day Inspector.” A curt nod and you turned to exit the room swiftly, hoping and praying that the issue was resolved.

The bar had filled up since you left, and it seemed your presence in the Garrison had already been accepted by the building, a different aura had seemed to already stain the wood accents you had spent the morning polishing. Returning to your place behind the gold bar, you serve up a box of cigarettes and a few beers to a man with a middle part (that matched the red sea when Moses made his visit) and his group. Harry greeted you with a small smile and wave from across the room, finally catching that you had returned from your short task out. You began to polish some of the finer glasses when the front door squeaked open.

A man in a flat cap pushed through both sets of doors to the Garrison, the rough texture of his jacket silhouetted over his frame like a man who had influence. His eyes pulled in the low light of the Garrison and devoured it, gorgeous sky blue tumbling into his dark pupils. He carried himself with a deadly certainty, every step he took was calculated and he didn’t even seem conscious of it. His eyes traveled over to the man you had just served, and he swiftly pulled his hat off, expression unreadable, tossing it onto the bartop like he owned the place. The others at the bar swiftly left to a different seat in the building, far away from the man who walked into the building as if he could lay it to rubble with a few words. It seemed that everyone was afraid of the man, and you agreed with them, you would not want to cross this man in any way.

Harry was quick to rush over next to you, carrying a bottle of fine Irish whiskey and a glass. “On the house, Mr. Shelby.” He popped the cork off the bottle and let it settle onto the countertop, before leaving Mr. Shelby to himself. A pinstriped shirt beneath his jacket and a tight collar around his neck. He placed a few coins gently onto the metal surface of the bar, and strained around to once again look across at the group in the corner. Mr. Middle part stood and finished his beer, and spun to walk over slowly and situate himself at the bar with the largely intimidating man who had barged in seconds ago. The Middle Part ordered a mild beer from Harry, ignoring your presence with skill.

“Cheers, Thomas. Good health to you.” Thomas Shelby. The name of the powerful individual across the bar made goosebumps surge from your shoulders to your fingertips. Deeply unsettling people must just love the Birmingham aura. You made a point to busy yourself enough to tune out their conversation, catching bits and pieces of what seemed to be an important exchange of information. The most you caught of the talk was the hidden razors sewn into Mr. Shelby’s hat, a far larger warning of his habits than the way he carried himself.

Your attention had been directed at a brave pair who had sauntered up to the bar for the next round, but a far larger man bursting through the doors and almost crashing into a table became the focus. His body barreled into tables, drinks, chairs and liquid flew everywhere. The group within the bar began to go for him, grabbing at his arms and shoulders, trying to gain control of the wildly thrashing man.

“They’re going to get me!” The panic in the man’s voice was genuine, and he sounded as if he had been chased here, panting between involuntary and fear created noises. Mr. Shelby and his companion took the hysterical man to the floor, pinning him down.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe!!”

“They’re going to get me!!!” He thrashed under the weight of the two men, still able to show his strength from the bottom of the pile.

“Danny, you’re home. We’re all home in England. You are not in France.” Thomas’ voice was crystal clear, and as calm as he could seem to manage. “You’re not an artillery shell, Danny, you’re a man. You’re not a whizz-bang. You’re a human being, Danny.” A veteran, of course.

The man, Danny, had continued struggling until this point, but seemed to be calming down. You moved quietly to get a glass of cold water for the man, while the boys were finishing soothing the firecracker personified.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Shelby, I’m sorry.” Danny had begun to weep, and you chose this as the moment to approach with the cup of water.

“Water?” You drew nearer to the three slowly and tentatively, handing the glass to the extended arm of Mr. Shelby, who then handed it to Danny. All three men gave a small look of appreciation to you. He downed it in a quick chug and threw a quick ‘thank you’ your way before moseying to the front doors with the others.

“You go home to your wife now, Danny. Try and get all the smoke and mud out of your head, eh?” Mr. Shelby instructed, and ushered Danny out of the building. An unease settled over the patrons of the bar as the doors swang closed, men scattered around the room in a crescent shape around the former commotion.

Harry spoke up from where he was attempting to return a table to its previously unruined state. “Mr. Shelby, you have to do something about him.”

“You’re damn right, Harry.” The Middle part piped up, seeming to stare imaginary bullets through the back of Mr. Shelby’s head. “You pay the Peaky Blinders a lot of money for protection. You’re the law around here now, Tommy, aren’t you?”

The intense situation between the two seemed to boil over for a moment, but the rest of their conversation was too quiet to pick up on from your place nearby, cleaning up glass shards. Mr. Shelby carefully pulled his cap back over his hair, and stepped to leave the building, stopping at your side.

“Thank you for the water. Seems like you’re the only person who knows how to handle the aftermath of something like this, good job.” His words were concise, his eyes scanning your dirty skirt and off white blouse. His gaze read details you couldn’t comprehend noticing about yourself, but with a quiet air of approval. At the door he tipped his hat to you and spoke across the room to Harry, “Send the bill to the Peaky Blinders. We’ll take care of it.” before swiftly exiting the Garrison, shooting a final, trapping glance your way.

You were left with the bar in pieces, chairs and tables broken, glasses shattered. You moved to help Harry with sweeping up shards. A few minutes of silent focus was broken by Harry’s stern voice, a new experience to add to the ever growing list.

“What you did was very nice, but it’s best to leave those situations in our hands, Mr. Shelby and Mr. Thorne had the situation under control.” Harry looked up from the broom in his hands and spoke lightly but sternly. You assume his meaning of ‘our’ meant the men of mixed shapes and sizes that frequent the Garrison. Your stomach sank a bit, the small breakfast of bread and butter tumbled in your gut. All you had wanted to do was help, and a glass of water barely seemed offensive, but perhaps your modern mindset clouded your judgment.

“I’ll be more careful next time, Mr. Fenton.” Was all the response you could think of. You couldn’t promise that you wouldn’t interfere if something happened again, the image of Danny pinned to the floor flashed through your mind with a shiver.

“Have you worked with veterans before?” Harry’s intrigue about your history popped into conversation. “You seemed calmer than most of the men in here, and that’s truly saying something.”

You hesitated with a response. A college friend of yours had severe panic attacks quite frequently, and you were practically trained to handle other people’s terror in a collected way. There were many moments you had to give a similar pep talk that Mr. Shelby had drilled into Danny.

“A close friend of mine. The war tore her apart, too many cases of trench foot and a few too many close calls with hand grenades.” You improvised, while lifting the dustpan of glass shards from the floor and rose from where you had been sitting on your knees. “I usually was the one to calm her down when her family couldn’t.”

“Was she a nurse?” Harry queried, alluding to France and the war while moving to the next section of glass and spilled beer. You nodded quickly, trying your hardest to end the conversation. I have got to figure out a backstory.

Quiet chatter of patrons filled the building, distant thuds and banging from the factories. People filed into and out of the Garrison, and the place was empty enough in the afternoon before quitting time that Harry handed you a key and dismissed you to go settle into the room upstairs.

Grabbing your trunk from its hidden place behind the bar, you hurried up the stairs and unlocked the door, dust and darkness floating out of the small bedroom and attached room with a sink. It was quaint, definitely small, but certainly not a shoebox. A bed situated in the corner and slightly under what seemed to be the only window. A large dresser against the wall on your left, a full-length mirror nestled between the other wall and the dresser. It was otherwise quite plain and derelict. You crossed the room and tugged open the shades and pulled the window up with a loud squeak, and immediately the noise of Small Heath joined you in the room. You started dusting and airing out the old sheets and blankets, folding what clothes you had from Isa and tucking them into the large dresser, hiding the futuristic clothes you traveled in within the trunk and under your bed.

You took the time before the rush to change into a few of the other clothes you had, a deep burgundy skirt and a second white blouse. The puffed sleeves ended at your elbows, a small ruffle running from shoulder to shoulder aiming in a point down to your belly button. A quick swipe of a rag over the standing mirror in the corner opposing the door and you stepped back. All things considered, you didn’t look too out of place, a few changes to your hair and you looked like any other lady striding down the street. The blouse didn’t fit too strangely on your figure, and the skirt was hanging perfectly on your figure.

The ticking of a clock above the doorway became apparent to you, and with a fast glance you read ‘5:13’ on its face. The rush hour drinking would start in a few minutes, and Harry would need your help. Tidying the last bits of your new home to your taste, you strung the key on a string around your neck and tucked it down into your blouse before stepping into the hallway and down the stairs.

The chatter of the Garrison was already lively, the warm lights casting a homely feeling across the worn faces of men who had worked their day away within the factories and shops of Small Heath. Conversations of strikes at the BSA factory floated through your attention, details about a man named Thorne. I wonder if it’s the same man who helped Danny this morning?

The time ticked by, your presence collected eyes, and not all of them friendly. Your chats with random patrons were monitored, anything about you was collected to be fed to a devourer of information. Blissfully unaware, you offered a friendly chat to whoever needed one, a lone young man at the bar, a group of old men, any other man who wanted a friendly smile from the new bartender. No one had expected Harry to hire a woman, especially not one from America who talked funny and wouldn’t speak of anything from her past.

9:00, and the bar had calmed somewhat. You were wrapped up in a conversation with Harry and a group of his friends when the table next to yours had just quickly paid and left. Eager to help Harry and prove your place, you toddled to the bar to grab a rag to clean the table, and as you returned to the dirty dishes and silverware, the conversation of Harry’s group had shifted.

“Where exactly is (Y/N) from in America? I’ve never heard an accent like that.”

You craned your ears in an attempt to hear Harry’s response. “I’m not quite sure, she never said. I assume California, somewhere west.”

“And so she shows up out of the blue, tough on her money and looking for a place to stay?”

“Stop insinuating that she insisted on staying, she didn't.” Harry considered his response carefully. “I actually suggested she stayed. I’ve been looking for a pretty face behind the bar, she needed a job and a place to stay, I just happened to be able to help. She says she traveled from the north yesterday, she didn't say from where, but somewhere far, she looked wrecked last night.. She’s a sweet one, far too nice for this place.”

You were flattered, but the pressure to come up with a backstory for how you suddenly appeared in Scotland yesterday morning and managed to get to Birmingham while also acquiring a job and apartment was too good to sound true. I could always go with the amnesia plot, play that role for the rest of my time here.

Harry continued his thought. “I hope this place doesn’t trap her here like it did the rest of us.”

“But you trust her?” Harry hesitated before muttering something far quieter to his mates.

“...ut she’s been nothing but helpful since last night, christ, she slept here in the bar in the middle of February instead of begging to sleep at my home in front of a fire. But no, I don’t think there’s anything sinister about her, I’m not sure if it’s possible.” Harry’s voice grew in volume again, and for the rest of the night you’re focused on what he could have possibly said to the group of men.

a.n: i proofread but not all the way through, if the end is weird sorry i tried my best :P had a lot of fun writing this and im glad i actually updated on it instead of forgetting about it and never touching it ever again

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #Thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x you #arthur shelby

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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(name) was a sweet man.

A loving mate to his alphas.

A loving and devoted parent.

It started when their once sweet baby boy started going to this expensive private school as his alphas wanted their kids to get top tier education's and (name) was happy... What he wasn't happy with is his son developing an attitude.

And an elitist opinion towards omegas.

Despite the strides in recent years for Omega rights, a fair bit of people still were quite prejudiced towards them and it seemed his sweet baby boy had become friends with people like that.

The thought made him sick.

He just got a call that (sons name) was sent to detention for bullying and harassing a younger Omega and requested the parents to come for a school meeting.

(Name) was anxious as he rubbed his belly before calling Mikey, he always called the pack alpha first and gently rubbed his belly, he didn't even want to get into telling them he was pregnant again... Not that they would be mad but (name) was stressed as it was.

They didn't know about (sons name)s attitude and how shitty he had been treating (name) because god wouldn't be able to save his ass from the hell his fathers would reign upon him. The phone rang twice before Mikey answered "baby? What's wrong?" He knew (name) rarely called while they were at work, preferring to text and send cute pictures.

"A-ah you see" damn it he stuttered.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" Mikeys voice was stressed as the Alpha put him on speaker for the rest of the pack to listen "I'm fine! It's just... We need to go to our sons school"

"Why?" Ran asked curiously, trying to think of a reason they would need to come to their kids school mid day "he get an achievement or something?"

"A-actually... He is in detention for harassment and bullying of a younger Omega student, it had been apparently going on for a bit"

The call went silent as the alphas processed his words "baby... Did you know about this?" Kakucho asked softly, trying to reign his anger "I didn't want you guys to have more stress..." (Name) mumbled and felt tears build in his eyes as the call was silent "we will be home in ten"

The call ended and (name) burst into tears, hugging himself as he slid to the ground.

He just wanted to deal with this without his alphas worrying and he made it worse!

When the Bonten men came home they saw (name) sobbing in the hall, all anger halted to try and soothe their Omega who was by every sense of the word losing his shit "shhh shhh, it's ok angel" their words soothing as the eight men fretted over him, trying to calm him down "I-Im sorry! I-I just wanted to handle it myself!"

"We know baby but you don't gotta do it alone, he's our kid too though" Koko said softly as the men took turns scenting him and placing loving kisses "now, let's get cleaned up and go figure out why the hell he thinks he can act like this"

The car ride was tense when Takeomi suddenly asked "has he been rude to you (name)?"

(Name) tensed slightly in mochis arms and looked down but not saying anything but the distressed scent was more than enough for them to know one thing:

Their kid was gonna see god.

(Name) held on to mochis arm as they walked into the school, the incredibly rich school kept everything and everyone anonymous unless absolutely needed (example a murder) and the men were thankful for that, knowing they weren't the only criminal parents who sent their kids to this school.

When they got to the office they noticed their son pale at the sight of them.

He wasn't expecting all of them to show.

(Name) noticed the young Omega boy who was the victim of their son as the group made their way into the meeting room, each family at either side as the head master sat at the head "now, I am sure you all know why I called you all here"

"Their son attacked our boy!" The omegas Dam barked and (name) looked at the headmaster "what did he do?"

The slightly balding man listed off the shit he did and (name) was shaking slightly as he finished telling them the shit he put the poor Omega through "you did that... Have you no respect?!" Kakucho snapped out, the young alpha tween shrinking in his chair as his dad's fumed and Mikey who was to (name)s left just held his hand as he silently fumed himself.

"(Omega student)s parents won't press charges but he will be in mandatory detention and an inschool suspension"

"Not good enough" Mikey said coldly as he stared down his son "you wanna be an asshole? Then you will be treated like one, no clubs, no friends for five months and you will be be going to Omega classes to learn some god damn respect since you clearly lack it"

(Omega students) parents were stunned at this, expecting the root of the problem to be the parents but honestly they seemed like lovely people.

"I guess this ends the meeting " the headmaster said awkwardly as Mochi barked at (son) to go sit in the car, the tween on the verge of tears as he stomped out "I am so so sorry our son did this" (name) said honestly to the young Omega who looked awkward but spoke anyways "it's alright..."

"No it isn't, but the apology is accepted none the less" (omegas Dam) said as he offered his hand to (name) and the two omegas introduced themselves but the smell of the others perfume triggered (name)s gag reflex due to pregnancy.

Quickly stepping away (name) ran and threw up in a trash can, causing everyone to panic at the other "baby you alright?!"

"Sorry... Smells and stuff lately"

"I get it, scents were hard on me too when I was pregnant with our third kid"

"Pregnant?" Rindō said slowly and (name) laughed awkwardly.

Today was just full of surprises huh.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader

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im asking you to explain :mic: abby and her dad go

ok this all started w bulks post about “abby” meaning “father’s joy” and it got me thinking about the contrast between cecil’s relationship with his mom versus the relationship i imagine between abby and her dad. fair warning that this mostly exists in my head but u bet ur burger im still gonna try to back up my ideas w quotes from the text (AP lit and lang babey).

first of all, looking at cecil’s relationship with his mom is super important. one of the first things we hear about her is that she used to hide from cecil for days and that she covered all the mirrors in their house (33). she also tells cecil to “beware, be warned, be wary”, which she apparently says to everything and cecil interprets to mean that she’s proud of him. we also hear in “Homecoming” (55) that cecil looks forward to seeing his mom every year at the homecoming game and was disappointed when he wasn’t able to. in “It Sticks With You” (182), we learn their mother would take them into the woods and walk quickly, cecil saying, “I think she wanted to lose us in the shadowy labyrinth of tall trees.” she would leave flowers at the base of the same old tree every time. she would ignore cecil’s questions. in “Bedtime Story” (132), which im convinced is about cecil (but that’s another post), cecil says “he just wanted his mother to show interest in his curiosity.” and even if that story isn’t about him, it is a story his mother would tell him at night, one he never heard the end of. in the traffic section of “Pioneer Days” (143), cecil tells a story of a boy left behind, abandoned by his family, left with nothing but a snake. im also fairly certain this is about him (cecil loves to tell his own story without ever really telling it).

most revealing is what cecil says in “Ghost Stories” about his mother and her death. we learn their mother left when cecil was 14 (whatever that means), that cecil “thought that Mom would be back at any moment, like maybe she was away on business. Or out for a walk. Or just hiding.” He says, “And Mom flew away, when all other defenses failed her.” we learn she returned many years later, sick and old and “sorry”. we learn that she died soon after in a way that was “mundane”, that cecil was at work when it happened. we learn that cecil mourned her passing.

all of this paints a picture of a relationship that was strained, full of pain, downright abusive. and we see cecil, as he does so often, retrofit this pain to be something more palatable. she was hiding because she was proud. she didn’t speak to him because she was focused on something else. her defenses had failed her. she was struggling with alcoholism and mental illness. she was playing a game. she covered the mirrors because of pride. she came back! her death was inevitable. he misses her. he grieves her. he loved her. she might have loved him. he makes excuses for her because to do anything else would be to admit that he had experienced immense pain- to re-experience this immense pain. better to change the story.

now abby.

we don’t know nearly as much about abby as i wish we did. we know she “approach[es] life with a total practicality,” that she will save her pain for when she is in private (It Devours!). steve says, “With Abby around, I can't imagine a bad thing that could happen" (89). we know her relationship with cecil has been tumultuous, that she leaned on cecil and then on steve as she raised janice. in “Bedtime Story”, the sister in the story fought with her brother, telling him she hated him. “she would wrestle him to the ground and pull his hair.” after the boy is buried in the ground, the sister often visits the tree he becomes. she plants flowers, removes beatles from his bark, reads in his shade, plucks his fruit. she visits with a man and a child, visits with joy and with tears in turn. this sister, this abby mourns her brother and tries to protect him, fights with him, loves him.

and, again, in “Ghost Stories”, we learn that abby was “reserved and controlling”, that she dropped out of college when their mom left to raise cecil, that she blamed him (that cecil blamed her for not being their mom). we learn that abby was there when their mother died, that her death prompted cecil and abby to reconcile their differences. we learn that cecil and abby are both haunted by their family.

here’s where i diverge from what we really have.

we haven’t really heard from abby. everything we know of her we’ve learned from cecil and steve. but i have to imagine she resented their mother, that she hardly wanted to drop her plans for her future to raise her younger brother. i hardly have to imagine what it’s like to have that kind of responsibility thrust upon you when all you wanted was to live your own life. i have to imagine watching your mother die, your mother who just reentered your life after years of neglect, would hurt, would be complicated, would cut deep.

i imagine mr. and mrs. palmer bringing home their first born child, naming her “Abby”, naming her “father’s joy”, naming her after the pride that swelled in her father’s chest. i imagine mr. and mrs. palmer doing their best to raise their daughter in a town as hostile as night vale. i imagine them wanting a sibling for their daughter, someone to keep her company when they couldn’t. i imagine abby struggling with the idea for a moment, then embracing her brother wholeheartedly. i imagine mrs. palmer naming their son “Cecil”, naming him “blind”, naming him after the future she saw.

i imagine abby, her father’s joy, watching as he brought his son to “work in the pasture” with him (132). watching as her brother was injured by his curiosity, watching as her father avoided him in his anger. watching her mother hide from her brother. i imagine abby realizing she would have to be the one to patch him up, even while both parents were still home. i imagine abby hearing her father promise that he “would give [his] life for [his son]”, hearing him say her brother could never be a doctor because “he feared for the boy's future patients”. i imagine her wanting her father to offer his life for her, to invite her to the pasture. i imagine her becoming more reserved over time, realizing her brother needed more help and attention, willing to step into the background because she loved him, because she wanted to be strong for her family. i imagine her doing everything she could to live up to her name, to be someone worthy of the joy of her father.

i imagine abby, her father’s joy, watching him leave. maybe she knew why, maybe she was simply left. i imagine abby watching her mother slowly fall into paranoia and fear because of her brother, because of what she had seen. i imagine abby following her mother into the woods, placing flowers on the trunk of a tree she recognizes, trying to keep cecil distracted by playing a game with him. i imagine abby making sure cecil got to school, got food when their mother was hiding from him. i imagine abby finding out her mother too had left, left her with now full time responsibility for cecil. i imagine abby becoming controlling because she had to, because she had lost control over so many other aspects of her life. i imagine abby channeling what she could remember of her father, trying to be strong, reliable- ignoring that he had stopped being that very suddenly. i imagine abby yelling at a teenage cecil, telling herself that it was better than ignoring him like they had. i imagine abby finding out she was to become a mother, a mother without a father, a mother to a daughter who had more needs than she could handle on her own. i imagine abby finding a man who wanted to help, who could provide a stability cecil was unable to, for all his enthusiasm. i imagine abby, kicking her drunk brother she had raised out of her wedding, not willing to look him in the face for years without seeing her father, seeing her mother, seeing ghosts.

and i imagine abby listening to her brother describe their father on live radio. i imagine her cleaning up after the dinner steve made, hearing about a man with a “thin mouth… [and] threatening, beckoning eyes” (192). hearing about a man, their father, her father, going into the forest with a shovel, digging himself out of the ground. i wonder if she put the pieces together retroactively or if she’d had them all along. i imagine her waiting for the shower to cry. i imagine her hearing that cecil received a photograph of their father (201, 219). i wonder if she went to see it, if she was able to, if she even wanted to see it. i wonder if she listened in, checking that her brother was taking care of her daughter, only to hear that her father, the man who’s joy she had once been, was actually talking to cecil (224). i wonder if she wondered why he was reaching out to cecil and not her. i wonder if she called cecil after, or if she knew he meant it when he said, “I refuse to look into it further.” i wonder if she hopes that when cecil is made to remember their father, she gets to as well. i wonder how long she was her father’s joy, and how long she spent grieving whatever changed that.

most of all, i wonder if WE’RE EVER GONNA GET TO HEAR ABBY’S FUCKING VOICE!!

#sorry sorry bulk this got way longer than i was expecting #i TOLD you this was an intricate thought process and that u shouldn't ask for an explanation #im too tired to proofread this but this isn't even everything i wanted to say. i had to stop myself.#anyways i love abby and i absolutely held back from projecting further on her. i did my best to stick at least canon adjacent xo #wtnv

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< music loverr ive been thinking about this for days here's which everything everything song fits each parousia character

faduhl: come alive diana

very much about the mythology of faduhl as a character... she's not allowed to be a person she's this great shining legend and has to live up to that myth. obviously this song choice is also a lot about aubrey... "mother looks away, father looks away for a second", "and the young diana waves inside a global grief", "I LOST AN AUTHOR THEN I LOST A DAUGHTERS AWE!!!"

ryan: president heartbeat

also about the pressure to live up to her image as a Good Officer and alsooo about her fucked up relationship with faduhl. she came to this station and gave away her entire life for faduhl only to watch her fall apart. this song is fast paces and scattered and has an upbeat pop sound with incredibly angry bitter lyrics which fits her well. ryan is really... not a good officer. she only got this position because of neptosim, she comes from a very privaleged life, she cracks easily under pressure and has rehabilitating imposter syndrome and self doubt. "and you promised me heaven and you said it would happen soon...." ugh!!!

bennet- warm healer

his. song. it's a very melancholy song abour the dread of looking back on your youth and wondering where it went. just the resignation in this song... ITS SO BENNET!! "they call me a medicine man but my old spells dont work anymore". my sad doctor :(

aleki- only as good as my god / regret

sigh. everything everything has a lottt of songs about corrupt charismatic leaders and regret over past decisions so this was hard to choose. the plodding beat of regret fits really well and like. "first you'll see me on the news then never again".

only as good as my god i cant get into much without spoilers but i chose it cuz. aleki has never taken responisbility for anything in his life so he's bitter and angry and feels this deep shame but will neverr take resposnibility for what he did. he can always blame his commanding officer or family or starfleet. "im only as good as my god burnt hair and more money".etc

ekaz- the marina

ekaz has lived through so much change on the station and this one's about like. his inability to keep up and to accept this change and the way he's slowly losing his faith. someone always has to be the rock someone has to be stable and hardworking and trustworthy and that's always him.

chyell- bad friday / cut up!

bad friday is phenomenal chyell song because it's literally about a violent terrible thing happening at a club and not being able to remember what happened. which is literally how they lose their eye. "could this be the millionth warning / could this mean i'm gonna get out?"

cut up! is an incredibly frantic disjointed desperate song and is also very chyell relating to their sense of duty.

talii- levithan

levithan is a song about a levithan as a metaphor for disabling grief and sadness. which is very talii. at her core she is a deeply, deeply sad person and it never goes away. she never got over her brothers disappearance. "looming in the distance never coming near / im missing you, im missing you, im missing you for real / under levithan"

jonathan- violent sun

violent sun is a PHENOMENAL late seasons johnny song. about feeling like you're being swept along in life and have no agency and don't have an excuse for being this way. and the SUN!! " there's a way you dont ever have to be a lunatic or an error or a prisoner to your terror / im too old to be crying out" and "i wanna be there when the wild waves comes and we're swept away" IT FITS SOOO WELL.

max- schoolin'

schoolin fits max so well.. feeling confused and small and lonely. being curious and wanting to know why these things are happening and whats going on but constantly being stomped on and ridiculed. AND the religious element of being told to go along with this with no question. "but infinite and joyless high fives are singing 'praise the lord!" MAXX

anyway thank you for reading. everything everythingg

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andiebomb · 4 months

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Totally different than my regular posts but fuck u

(TW/ suicidal tendencies, chronic illness, vent)

No one understands type1 diabetes unless you actually have it, I was in the hospital (one time of many) for intentionally putting myself into DKA so that I could lose weight and then die (I’d look so hot in my casket) so the hospital called the crisis guy like how they normally would for an attempt,

but because it was a matter of me just giving up on having to CONSTANTLY monitor and be hyper vigilant of my body (WHICH REGULAR PEOPLE DONT HAVE TO DO) they were kinda clueless on how to effectively help me.

Normally when someone “gives up” it’s on their basic needs like eating, self care and shit like that but for me it was just stopping putting needles in myself, doing math to be able to eat and stabbing the tips of my fingers 20 times a day

I was exhausted, my life is basically being a 24 hour nurse for myself.

Plus I’m fat so having diabetes just means everyone blames my illness on myself, which isn’t how type 1 diabetes works! I didn’t do anything, I never drank soda, I rarely ate sugar but that’s how the general public thinks how people get diabetes! When actually my pancreas is just a little BITCH WHO CANT FIGHT BACK AT MY AMMUNE SYSTEM!

This crisis guy came into my hospital room and started giving a lecture on TYPE 2 DIABETES! I AM TYPE 1 THEY ARE VERY DIFFERENT! And even his lecture on type 2 was bullshit!

His man looks me in my eyes and says “if you wanna be happy lose weight by eating healthy and exercising. Your never going to be normal so stop acting like you are.”

…I am also autistic so I’ve struggled with feeling like a foreign creature, unhuman my whole life.

This man just reinforced every. Single. Reason. Why I wanted to kill myself.

And honestly after he said that I started sobbing. He left the room without guilt and said I was free to discharge.

Hearing that I fully started to laugh my ass off at the absurdity of the situation, this man WHOS JOB IS TO STOP ME FROM KILLING MYSELF just signed my death certificate.

I didn’t end up killing myself purely because… FUCK THAT GUY IM GONNA BE FAT AND HATE MYSELF AND BE THE MOST NORMAL PERSON EVER! HE CAN GO EAT A DICK!

Anywayyyyy hideduo is so cute!

#actually autistic #tw ed vent #ventcore #personal vent #type 1 diabetic #type 1 diabetes #actually type 1 #medical mistreatment

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dotster001 · 1 year

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I saw your event (two days before it ended, man am I lucky) and wanted to ask for a Twisted Wonderland matchup

To put ut plainly. Im an asshole

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit about anything. I'm very cynical and view the world as this place where nothing good comes without a cost.

When something good happens I'm quick to find a fault with it and I'm a lazy person. I have goals but I couldn't give enough of a damn to try and accomplish them.

When I'm angry and will go for insecurities, I'll make it hurt which I admit is a very toxic trait that I'm working on fixing, it's slowly getting there but still quite which is why I added it.

And that's all i can think of right now...OH WAIT im a dark humor type of person, sexual humor as well, i tend to see innuendos in a lit offf things, and that's abt all I can think of...

Thank you and congrats on the milestone ♥️

Event Closed

(glad you were able to hit the event, cause I had fun with this one 😂 honorable mentions to Jamil and Ruggie, but...)

I match you with Floyd Leech.

Low empathy and lack of need to give a shit? Welcome to the Leech family, you'll fit right in. I thought about you with Jade, but realized you were too alike. Meanwhile, Floyd is used to his cynical brother, but brings some fun to life. If you're settled in a cynical point about something, Floyd can take that viewpoint, and smash it to smithereens as he does a chaotic break dance. Or he'll back you up on your viewpoint, with the most stoic expression on his face. Pick your poison.

Too tired to accomplish your goals? Fine with Floyd, he just wants to cuddle anyways. But if you want him to push you, he will. He goes with the flow. You don't even need to tell him what you want, cause when it comes to those he cares about he is incredibly insightful. (On a side note, if he is feeling lazy today, don't you fucking dare push him. I can't say for sure what he'll do, but it'll probably involve you being stuck somewhere with him for hours until someone can come save you.)

Go for his insecurities. It makes him laugh. Not in a, he looks down on you way, but in an, aw, look how well shrimpy knows me way. He won't do it back unless you want him to. But he sees it as a love language. Look at you! You see me! Not as half of a pair, but as me! (What a weird little freak)

Look, I'm super ace so idk how to sexual joke, but I know for sure Floyd does. He might give you a run for your money. If you want to get him to laugh really loud, drop a good out of nowhere, and he'll be dying. Yes, he has gotten kicked out of class for laughing too loudly at a sexual joke you made. But he'll do it back to you, regardless of the consequences, so be on your guard.

Again, he has perfected the art of the dark joke. Some people can't tell if he's kidding, or if he's really killed people. But if you can keep up with him, he's enamored. Head over heels. Bewitched. Hopefully, you don't have a "that's too far" joke, cause he has millions to drop on you.

The time had come. The part of the relationship everyone fears had arrived. Meeting the parents.

Floyd, as usual, was no help in preparing you for the encounter.

"What are they like?"

"Sometimes they're boring, sometimes they're not."

"I've never even met land Mafia, how do you act around mafia from the ocean?"

"I dunno."

"What if they don't like me?"

"They don't like a lot of people."

Useless. All of the "information" he gave you was useless. But now that you were seconds away from the arranged get together, he seemed more readily available to help.

"How should I act around them?"

"Honestly, Shrimpy, just be yourself," Floyd said with a soft smile.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you scowled.

"Nah, for real. I'm gonna be running their empire one day, and they wanna make sure the person by my side is a bad ass and tough as stone. They're probably gonna be mean to you on purpose, at first, to see if you can handle it. But I know you can, cause my shrimpy bites, and bites hard."

"Only when you beg," you smirked, causing Floyd to giggle.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Plus, if everything goes wrong," he took both your hands in his, and gave a lovesick smile, "we can always just kill them."

"Aw, I love you so much baby."

"Love you too, shrimpy."

#matchups #1.5k followers #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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As someone who doesn't like vice versa I dare you to try make me like jimmysea

SKFGDSKFGSKDGFSKDGF I—i mean if they're not really your thing i doubt anything i could say is gonna make you like them but YEAH OKAY SURE WHY NOT I CAN TRY

let's meet our boys separately first!!!!

jimmy. actor, doctor, babygirl. frankly has my undying admiration even just for being able to juggle his acting job while also studying to become a dermatologist and somehow succeeding at both literally could never be me. people tend to dislike him for his role as wai in bad buddy, but you only need to watch any bts video from the show to see how much he is adored by everyone and if anything that should be proof of the absolute range he has as an actor. avocado enthusiast and self proclaimed extrovert (is he tho. is he really), don’t get fooled by his quiet and responsible appearance, he’s actually the most deranged man in the industry. i still remember the day an anon told me he improvised nomming on his co-star's face and using a pillow to suggest stripping said co-star down and eating him out all in the name of Acting™ because i've never been the same ever since. the me before and after i was given this information are completely different people

sea. actor, athlete, dog dad. you won't get a single objective thought out of me because i am: Disgustingly Fond. debuted with a killer performance in the show 55:15 never too late as a supporting character, the fact that he's somehow still so underrated when he's one of the best actor in GMMTV makes me want to bark bite maim kill. he is an actual ray of sunshine with a smile that could light up the entire world and also the perfect example of an introvert: he has the innate ability to somehow disappear from any social gathering, but if he wakes up in a silly goose mood you will find him shamelessly twerking in front of everyone and being an absolute goofball. he's also a great singer and goes along with everything jimmy does because he is a big Simp™ (who's more deranged, the one who noms first, or the one who noms back, this is the question)

and now onto them as a pairing!!!!!

jimmysea. with a 5 years difference between them, they are actually the pair with the biggest age gap in GMMTV, which could have come in the way of their on- and off-screen relationship, but from what we are privy of i think you can see in every interaction they have that they clearly adore and are incredibly fond of each other. maybe it's because they share the same kind of derangement, or maybe it's because they both are very hardworking and humble boys who always try to give their best, but somehow they work. as the older one jimmy is always there to help and guide sea however he can, but when he needs it sea is ready to step up and carry the weight for him. they may not possess the kind of chemistry that's all sparks and fireworks, but they have a quiet gentle intimate one that makes them look like they've been married for years, which is also helped by their insane ability of looking at each other with so much love and adoration in their eyes it feels like your heart is getting curb stomped against the sidewalk. they don't really know what fan service is and they can go weeks without seeing each other (the drought eras), but when they do hang out they usually go out to eat and swim together (preferably at the pool in sea's condo after jimmy drives him back)

..not sure why this came out as a sales pitch tbh ;;;;;; honestly there are a lot of things i could add and if i were to convince you to like them i should probably send you links to videos and stuff like that but. im not really good with this sort of things ;;;;;; (i guess i could still suggest you to watch their praew interview to have an idea of their dynamic)

in the end all i can tell you is why i personally like them, which is mainly because what transpires of their relationship feels very genuine to me and they seem to be really sweet boys who just stand in their introverted corner minding their business doing their own thing portraying high romance and giving incomprehensible levels of adoration derangement goofiness talent ability skills. THEY ARE JUST SO COMFORT SHAPED TO ME IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY

#me looking at myself in the mirror every single morning: today you're gonna be normal about jimmysea and vice versa and last twilight #me every single day without fail: [is embarrassingly deranged about them]#BUT IDK I FEEL LIKE I DIDN'T REALLY DO A GOOD JOB BECAUSE I SHOULD HAVE PROBABLY PULLED OUT VIDEOS AND PICS AND EVENTS BUT #can't believe i failed both my boys and anon #if anyone wants to add anything to this please feel free to do it!!!!#jimmy jitaraphol #sea tawinan #jimmysea #m: ask

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azumasoroshi · 1 year

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minidura chapter 11 react

ok i found chapter 11 translated by amnemonie on tumblr (thank you thank you thank you and if you want me to take this down i will!!) but there's no guarantee ill be able to find the rest lmAOo we'll see

HOT MAN!!! HOT MAN

i mean what no pathetic sopping wet man

cat face izaya i thought id never see you again

man after realizing there's a minidura tag i saw a post that was like "i wish minidura got animated like bsd wan" and like. YEAH. PLEASE

it would be the perfect revival of the durarara fandom pleaseeeeeee do it for meeeeeeee we could revive durarara like we revived trigun

and i need shizuo izaya and shinra cooking together being animated. please

anyway izaya looks like he really doesnt wanna be here in that last panel and i mildly spoiled myself on the comments/reblogs saying this one is really mean to izaya which you know i live for. [cracks knuckles] i hope he gets hit by a truck but like an emotional one because that's the only one he'd really react to

oh god he's more pathetic than i thought he'd be

they're really looking at him like "damn bitch you good" which is fair

bro summoned up all his courage to ask 😭rip bozo

??????????? THEY TOLD YOU HE'D BE WITH THEM

izaya simultaneously has the best social skills known to man and the WORST social skills known to man

ill never stop bringing this up but. now presenting orihara "i love humans because they're so unpredictable" izaya getting fucked by humans' predictability everybody

and here we see izaya walking awkwardly in his natural habitat, trying to eat cake with high schoolers /j

kadota casually calling out izaya on his bullshit bkgjdSGKHDSHds

he just wants to eat cakeeeee someone go with him

not me though i wouldnt be caught dead with that man

i swear walker's face gets longer every time i see him and it tickles me so much

aaaand cue shizuo on stage right

god bless erika for suggesting that he invite shizuo cuz id have done it myself

also "just today". are you implying that you want to see shizuo every other day. izaya.

WAIT

WAIT IS TODAY IZAYA'S BIRTHDAY

oh my god thats actually sad okay

id say to ask namie but namie probably rejected him already without even letting him finish the question bkfdgjhgf

shinra keeping up the stupid anniversaries trend from that other chapter we love a consistent malewife

man shiki he wasnt even here for work 😭 at least he got some food although karasumi does not look that good if im being honest

at least compared to cake

shinraaaa you FORGOTTTT

may 4th is the date of my statistics exam but i swear ill celebrate it for you izaya. ill even mark it down on my calendar

oh 💀 namie is as delusional as i am. love that for her

he's even singing to himself ohhhhh poor baby...(i say this as if i'm not grinning wildly to myself in my room rn)

i swear i feel bad for him but he's so fun to bully

man i remember those fics where shizuo was the only one to remember izaya's birthday bgkjhfdgfd i guess those were founded from somewhere (even if his gifts were things like 'not chasing him today' or sending him black roses)

oh my god 😭 he's so desperate at this point i didnt think he'd actually be happy to see shizu-chan

even grabbing him by the arms bkgdssdkahdskjhgsdsd

this is gonna end badly though if the comments/reblogs i read have anything to say about it

😭yep the izaya bullying is real

SHIZUO NOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS BASICALLY THE WHOLE CAKE

izaya's conscious too 💀 MAN

part of me feels like this is narita's personal revenge against the shizaya fans in his fanbase askdbgskjhsdhgsd shizuo needs to be extra cruel to prove he's not gay

he's so happy to just get birthday textssssss this is so sad

#shizaya #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #shinra kishitani #celty sturulson #oh wait i just remembered that tagging all these names clogs up the tags. FUCK #i should. stop doing that bskdgjgshjgsdhg #have to learn my lesson from doing the incorrect lov account #durarara

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iguessitsjustme · 9 days

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Deep Night Ep 5 Thoughts

Oops. Got distracted by Stardew Valley and also the return of my headache. Here’s hoping the meds kick in soon. But also I got the Stray Kids merch I ordered! Now I’m living in my new hoodie. Anyway it’s time for Deep Night 5: Rae Blogs Live. Wait no that one is too easy. Deep Night 5: Jealousy Dive. Yeah that one sounds right:

Who is hiring these unfluencers to talk shit when the police come? That’s a typo but I’m keeping it. Cause there’s no way they’re not in on it

I don’t know what Freya pays Dai but it is not enough.

I don’t think I talked about the opening vocals when I liveblogged episode 4. So here’s me gushing about how absolutely fucking amazing they are. I do not think this would be an easy song to sing. It sounds easy but that’s because of the sheer talent and skill its being performed with. Like, I’m a passably decent singer. I can carry a tune. I am not the most impressive vocalist in the world but I have had multiple people ask me if I sing professionally or as a hobby somewhere. I would not be able to perform this song without HOURS of practice. Vocals are also an instrument that requires practice and technique and I am just so damn impressed with these vocals. I think the song itself is okay, but the singer does so much. The singer is actively carrying the melody and I cannot. I’ll stop talking about this now but if you want my thoughts on how the opening fits the show, let me know. Cause I do have some thoughts there but I think I should probably actually continue watching now

Freya and unnamed gorgeous woman are so cute. What is her name? I need to know for reasons.

Unrelated to anything but I am having an excellent hair day and I am annoyed that only I will see it.

Seiji. You can love both of them. I promise. It’s okay. They’re gonna fall in love with each other too. I don’t know if they actually do in the show but don’t worry about that. Semantics. You’ll all be in love.

Ken can be the one that tucks them both into bed at night.

I need Khem to apologize to Wela so bad. He very clearly actually feels bad and wants to apologize.

Honestly, I don’t think I could say no to Khem’s face. I mean just look at how cute he is

Awww he apologized. Now make it a good one.

I love them????

Now boys. You’re on the roof. Not even gonna lay down a towel or nothing?

Ooohhhh here comes his mother. Oh she got distracted. Seems Wela knows his mother well. But still. The roof? Boys.

Khem is very good at apologizing. It’s because he thinks about how his words and actions have hurt the people he loves. And he cares more about not hurting them than he does about being right. And I think he will not make the same mistakes twice.

Obsessed with this. More please.

Khem and his mom are so cute.

I’m sure someone else has talked about Khem giving Wela his watch and how that was so good for both of them. Khem can lay a small inconspicuous claim on Wela and when Wela is working he can use it to show Khem that he’s thinking of him so no need to get jealous. Its beautiful and brilliant.

My man don’t do drugs in the bathroom. This isn’t the club for that.

Of course the cops showed up. Good for Khem knowing someone hired that man to do drugs.

Honestly are the cops not bored?

I know what pink milk is. But what is red soda?

Is Ken gonna rat them out? Trying to make Seiji number 1? Got bad news about who Khem is and how his mom already knows. But I still see how that could be an issue.

I mean, Seiji makes a good point. These issues did start when Khem started. It’s not his fault and it’s obvious who it is but he has no way to know that.

Ken’s a bitch. I actually don’t like him. There was no reason for him to do that.

Yeah somehow I knew Seiji wouldn’t like that.

Get him Seiji. Get im.

I am so surprised that that woman showed up with the cops. Shocked I tell ya. Picking my jaw up off the floor.

Time to watch episode 6 I guess. I don’t really care about this plotline but I’ll watch it anyway. But only after this commercial break (I caved and subscribed to dropout so i can watch game changer so that is what i will be doing for a minute between these episodes)

#deep night #deep night the series #deep night series #rae liveblogs deep night #by now you all know my favorite character but can you guess my least favorite? i bet you can

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canary0 · 1 year

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May 9 - Dracula 2023

Discord Exchange Between Miss Mina Murray and Miss Lucy Westenra

Mina: Hello there! I’m sorry I haven’t sent a message in so long. Work got hectic for a little while.

Lucy: I’m not surprised, Miss Deputy Head Teacher! :) However are you?

Mina: Missing you! I wish we could be out by the sea right now, talking about our hopes and dreams.

Lucy: Talk like that and I’ll come down there, sweep in, and carry you off to Whitby! Not that you won’t be here pretty soon anyway, but it’s the principal of it.

Mina: Oh no, anything but that! XD I’ve been trying to expand my skills lately, too. I’ve been practicing html and learning more about photography.

Lucy: Oh, have you been helping him with that part of the blog? I had a chance to glance over it the other day – the pictures he posted from Hungary and Romania are so pretty!

Mina: Exactly! It must be so nice to be able to travel and see them in person… I hope we’ll have a chance to go together eventually. I was thinking of doing my own entries when I come up to visit. Do a bit of a Whitby travelogue that I could add to whenever it seems like fun or something interesting happens. It would be nice if we could each see the interesting things going on in our lives when we have to be away from one another.

Lucy: Aww <3

Mina: It could be a practice thing, too – observing, interviewing, transliterating conversations like a journalist. I heard you can learn to remember almost everything you hear in a day. I feel like I’m just sending you a wall of text now, though – I’ll tell you all about it when I visit.

Lucy: No problem! I love hearing what’s going on – and I did ask more about it. Lay it on me!

Mina: You’re too sweet <3

Lucy: You think I’m sweet now, you’re gonna get so many cavities. Jonathan when he gets back, too. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him!

Mina: Well, he should be heading back in a week according to the last email he sent, so you’ll have your chance.

Lucy: I can’t wait! Oh, I have to go. I have someone I need to go see, too!

Mina: !!! So the rumor is true? I heard about you and a tall, handsome, curly-haired man! Come back here this instant and tell me more!

Lucy: Nope nope gotta go! You’ll just have to wait.

Mina: Bah. The 10am bell just rang anyway, so I have to go too. ttyl

(A/N: This one is real different y'all. I tried not to totally screw it up.

Adorable nerds feel like the type who would use XD unironically in casual IM conversation. I might just think that because I do.

Getting across the same ideas in a MUCH more casual form of communication is interesting, while also having to make it look like Mina’s not just rambling over Lucy… Without taking away from Lucy’s later entries. @_@

Also-also, after a whole bunch of research on what a deputy head teacher does in the UK these days, you can consider everyone aged up about 4 years from where most people consider canon to be.

Also-also-also Mina’s not looking at dropping her job, but work-life balance is way more emphasized now than it was, so they’re sharing interests and hobbies and supporting each other that way instead.

I knew with Mina things would get much more complicated because of how VASTLY different things are for women now, so… I did my best. We’re going to “roughly correct vibes” at this point. XD;

this chapter was way harder than usual and i was already very tried from waking up to do a 2.5 hour car trip at 5am. I tried. I apologize if it is bad.)

#dracula daily #mina murray #lucy westenra #dracula 2023 #fanfic #just for fun #modern retelling

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Thinking about Nevan having a happy ending is great and all but like. Imagine.

Genevieve and Nevan finally setting up a reunion date after Malak's continued attempts to reassure Gen that he wasn't lying. They're both pretty giddy, Nevan thinks that he'll be able to regain all his memories and he won't feel empty anymore.

They meet, Gen obviously doesn't Amara the first time because stranger danger and all. There's hugging, a whole lot of tears from Genevieve, but Nevan can't feel anything but nervous. He still feels that longing, and the memories don't come flooding back like he thought they would.

And Gen can tell he's changed. He's different, and not the same man she'd dreamed of dating. As much as she'd like to just ignore the alien feeling she now gets looking at him, Gen can tell he's just as apprehensive.

She keeps in contact, brings him to meet his daughter, but it's not the same. And it won't be. So they don't make it work, as much as it hurts both of them. The only positive they get from it is closure, something they wouldn't have gotten without meeting again.

Anyway, sorry for all that. It's great having someone else's blorbos running around my head, thanks again lmao. One day I'll get that rent

Okay tbh I kinda like this more… I can’t let him have a completely happy ending >:)

I do like the idea of both of their expectations not being met when they actually meet. Nevan thinks he’s going to remember stuff as soon as he sees her, and that just doesn’t happen. Genevieve thinks shes going to get her boyfriend back all still the same as the day he left, and that’s far from the truth as well.

And Genevieve can still tell him all about stuff between them and his past, but it’s just not the same as actually remembering it. It feels sort of artificial in a way?

And GOD I love the idea of both of them having that alien feeling seeing each other, seeing someone they each have a deep past with but it still feels like they’re sitting with a stranger. I just know both goes home and cries >:)

Also I love the idea of Nevan actually meeting Amara, but you KNOW its gonna be awkward as hell. And he just feels terrible seeing her, and she’s kinda just like who is this guy?? And the meeting would just be very tense.

BUT AGH IT NOT WORKING OUT and they both are forced to accept it just doesn’t feel right, and I’d think that after a while they’d just grow apart and not keep in touch at all. It just hurts too much :( and Nevan would definitely feel guilty for like ruining her perception of him, like he could’ve let her remember him as someone so cool, and now she’ll always remember him as being weak and pathetic…

ANYWAY IM HAPPY YOUR ALLOWING MY OCS TO RUN WILD IN YOUR HEAD… :3

#asks :)#Nevan ask #genevieve ask #anonymous #anon ask

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