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My Mother's Unbiased Byler + Milkvan Opinions - Viewing ST for the 1st Time!

(UPDATE)

My Mama has now witnessed Stranger Things in its entirety. Her favourite season was the third, her favourite characters Hopper and Joyce, her favourite pairing would be those guys too, and her most disliked pairing? Can only assume.

I wanted to write out her thoughts on the second to last episode previously, as she'd held many, but before I knew it we'd finished the whole show and I was forced to an income of NEW opinions which ruled out my memory of any old ones. Shucks. But boy did this lady have much to say. The only way I can break it down is by providing a sample of quotes she'd delivered, in order, a day after having finished the series.

All are just things she said about milkvan and byler, as they're this post's main focus. There's simply much to say about these relationships too, being so up in the air over where they ought be expected to turn out. These are all direct quotes too (as I typed as she talked, unkown to her) so you'll have to excuse the natural way in which some lines come off as unfocused, being written after real time conversations. Let's get into it:

Ok I really don't know whether she likes Mike very much. She actively disliked the guy earlier on, and now her feelings appear to be more mixed. A lot of her discussion was solely around this guy's actions.

"It's almost like he's [Mike] forcing himself like- ok Hopper he was kind of very passionate and kissing, you know he sort of instantly- with Mike, from being obsessed and spending so much time with her [El], suddenly he starts cooling off more and more and suddenly- they even separated right? I mean yeah that was out of his control but he, but he didn't really seem like he missed her you know it's like he just got on with it."

This point caught me off guard. I don't know how much I agree with my mother on this. It made me realize that during Mike and El's separation, there weren't many quiet Mike moments in which he expressed worry for her, beyond a couple that blend into him simply having breakup concerns. Any time Mike mentions distress for her whilst she's away, his talk evolves into him simply anxious over the state of their relationship. As a group, everyone in our Cali gang clearly wanted to save Eleven, but Mike really should have gotten more heartfelt moments in solitude (that means without Will you suffer bros) in which it is demonstrated to the audience that he really does miss her, as someone who is in love. Her being away shouldn't simply come off as a writing excuse for him to vent to Will. There wasn't enough of that tenderness milkvan desperately needs, and if anything I watched was an attempt then it really wasn't translated well - never trumping everyone else's familial or close frienship-like fret for El, never showcasing his concern to come from a more personal place. I mean how hard is it to have him in her room, staring longingly at a photo of hers, with a background composed of soft music. Then literally leaving it at that. I mean that is it. No Will rushing in there to insist, "you can tell her that thing when you see her k? It'll all work out trust me ight, you're the heart you're the HEART!" que affectionate gazes, constructs a byler scene for no reason I guess .

"I mean how do we know that he missed Will? He articulated it. Why didn't he articulate this the same way to El?"

True. I mean the fact that I can't remember a moment after they find El in which milkvan ask oneanother how they are, and communicate how much they missed eachother, does indeed say something. They shared a hug and touch when they first reunited, which was gladly interrupted by Will. That pineapple + pizza thing was not long enough, or sensitive enough, to be their moment. There was clear bonding, but it didn't breach a level of romance and chemistry nearly decently. It's good that they got at least that, I mean we need to know that these guys are at LEAST really close friends. And then the camera just felt like panning over to Will about to burst into tears in a corner. Like huh? Bruv you've now made it so that milkvan's pizza bit leaves a bad taste in our mouths. If I were a milkvan I'd be furious.

"You know what, I think it's done purposefully to create that sort of cold, distant, confused, you know they wanted to make people say he's [Mike] bisexual. For people to question. They want to get people to think that."

My Mama believes writers intentionally soured milkvan for viewers to "confuse" audiences, build up anticipation, make them question milkvan's relationship and wonder if our main man will spin to Will. I agree. They want that good ol' triangle comeuppance.

"They really are trying to bring that across- so that people start thinking Mike, you know he doesn't love El, he loves Will. They're really trying to, make people think that. Giving them [milkvan] a really nitty gritty relationship."

Yup.

"When you're gay. Coming out like that it's- it's terrifying. You have to be very careful. And Will could, he could tell. You know when someone is attracted to you. I think, things became sort of- sort of complicated. And Will sensed, he could feel that Mike is attracted to him. And that's why he could open up like that. Because you can always tell. You know, you just know, so that's why Will was able to confess these things to him [she sees painting scene as a confession, whether Mike realized it or not, and so do I]."

Well damn Mama. And there you have it folks. My.. I'm not gonna call her the h word but.. my- notabigfanofgaythingsandwouldbehappytopretendtheydon'texist mother, perceives Mike as a homosexual kid, and just that. Well bloomin heck that's all the confirmation I need.

I didn't expect this as a turnout, I mean so particularly. My Mama actually didn't like byler - I think. Well. Bloomin heck. She actually enjoyed Vickie x Robin, and this shocked me to my core. I don't know whether this is simply due to her being a fan of Vickie's actress (recognizing her from Anne With an 'E'), but I do know that my mother has a bias in gay relationships and sees ones involving females as more "pure" than that of two males. So her language when describing Will has changed since her realization that he loves Mike for sure (which became undeniable in the van scene). She describes him as being 'obsessed' with Mike, and says writers really wanted to get that obsession across. I agree with Will having been one note during season 4, him hopefully having more time to shine in the approaching season, but I thoroughly disagree with him coming off as obsessive. I suppose our camera man displayed the guy's little glances at Mike so often that my Mama felt it was overdone, and unable to be ignored. I also think she's just avoiding use of the word 'love' when describing anything homosexual.

She still doesn't think Mike demonstrates how much he loves El enough to leave no room for debate. According to her, his moments with her seem surface level. Just as a reminder she does not know my thoughts. She watched that entire 'I love you' thing and still isn't secure in any genuineness of the guy. I believe she supposes that we're intended to acknowledge milkvan's romance, but also probe it.

I now wonder whether my Mama was good enough representation for the average audience, because she actually does own a bias - this being that she usually actively dislikes gay things. So I puzzle over whether her brain overanalyzed any of the boys' highlights, wanting to "expose" their homo intentions. At first things were up in the air, but it became clear that Mike did not pass her gaydar, he was simply too intimate with Will to make that pass. And this wasn't the case in other seasons, she never questioned their friendship til now. She also hasn't acknowledged any supposedly queer relationships besides rickie (vobin?) and byler, meaning that other fan favourites such as elmax, steddie, ronance and such else didn't stand out as gay to her. This doesn't signify those other relationships to not have a chance, I'm elmax's personal cheersquad, it's plainly clear that my mother didn't have a tendency to point at every same sex relationship and yell suspicious. Byler was purely undeniable. You can thank Will's love being canoned for this, otherwise noone would have a need to read into Mike.

I don't know whether she supposes byler to have a chance moreso than the milk in the van, even with Mike's ambiguity. It would seem that as of right now her guess is that watchers are intended to second guess both relationships in order to build up interest. However, she doesn't know how unlikely Will's love life is to turn out negatively seeing as those damn writers manipulated crowds into consistently sympathizing for him. Dunno about the rest of you but that sounds like good news to me.

I have no idea how to close this analysis. Is it an analysis? There's much more I want to say, much more she said, but I fear this to be too jam-packed and aimless as is. I'm writing a third part to my most recent milkthevan failing relationship deep dive, and that'll possibly consist of thoughts I wish to input after gathering so much data from my mother.

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 2 months

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CELEBRITY | chapter 7

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

SYNOPSIS: The protagonist has tried everything: acting, modeling, singing. But what got her a front page cover was being seen with a Premier League player. Unfortunately, that’s currently the least of her worries. WARNINGS: smut; kind of dom!ruben; social media post; minors dni.

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CHAPTER VII — THE BRACELET

The air in the apartment feels heavy as Lily and the protagonist stand facing each other. It had been months since they had last spoken.

The protagonist clears her throat, the effort to speak almost tangible.

"Lily, listen, I... just want to say that... it's okay for us to live together." Each word is a struggle, the bitterness of their past still lingering in her voice.

Lily's expression remained unreadable, her gaze piercing. "Of course it is." She replies, her tone cool. "I've never had a problem with it."

The protagonist feels her anger flare at Lily's nonchalant response. "Really? Because I seem to remember things differently." Her voice is sharp with sarcasm. "Like the time you 'borrowed' my bracelet and conveniently forgot to return it."

Lily's eyes widen as she claims innocence. "You're still on about that old thing? You know I never touched it!"

The protagonist feels a surge of frustration. It was clear that Lily was not interested in reconciliation. And the bracelet was just one example of the many complaints she held against her former friend.

With a deep breath, the protagonist tries to keep her composure. "Well, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree." She says icily. "But let's be clear, I won't tolerate any more of your games. We're roommates, nothing more."

Lily's smile falters briefly, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. But it was quickly replaced by a facade of indifference. "Fine by me." She replies, her tone dripping with insincerity. "After all, it's not like we were ever really friends, were we?"

With that, Lily turned and walked away, leaving the protagonist alone with her conflicted emotions. Anger, sadness, and a profound sense of loss washing over her.

It's late, the city is quiet outside. The protagonist stands outside Rúben's apartment, perplexed by his persistent calls. They haven't discussed their relationship, but she goes every time he calls. Before, Rúben used to find any excuse to see her, but now he simply calls, and she comes running, drawn to him despite the unanswered questions between them.

As she enters his apartment, she's reminded of the need for caution. They can't risk photos of her here, not with looming threats.

So, it's not like it was with Kevin, she tells herself.

And it isn’t. Rúben's touch is gentle, his kisses soft. He holds her hand as they sit on the couch, watching TV. And it never progressed further than that.

So this time it’s different in many ways.

The protagonist feels respected, like Rúben is giving her time, like he wants to get to know her better. Despite his respect, her mind wanders, consumed by longing. Rúben is respectful, but she knows he would give her more if she asked. Does she dare?

The protagonist shifts subtly, repositioning herself closer to Rúben on the couch. She leans in, her body language conveying a subtle invitation. Rúben notices, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of curiosity.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches out, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers. Rúben's expression softens, a silent understanding passing between them. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

Rúben breaks away long enough to pull her closer, then presses his mouth back down onto hers, deepening the kiss even more.

Their bodies pressed together, each seeking comfort from the other's warmth. His hand slides up her thigh, squeezing gently at first, but gradually increasing pressure. His tongue pushes into her mouth, tasting her as his hand inches up her skirt.

In the mirror across the room, the protagonist watches herself melt under Rúben's touch.

“I want you.” She whispers breathlessly. "So much"

“Yes, yes, I want you too.” He responds huskily, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. “Let me take care of you."

He pulls off her panties, dropping them on the floor beside the couch, then yanks down her skirt. He's a bit rougher than she was expecting, but she's so horny she'll let him do anything he wants. He unbuttons her blouse, then unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, leaving her completely naked. His eyes wander over her body, lingering on legs, then her stomach, her breasts, finally coming to rest on her face.

The protagonist moans when he brushes his thumb across her lips, then tilts her head to the side, encouraging him to go further. With a deep groan, Rúben leans forward and presses his lips to hers again.

She closes her eyes and his hands move over her skin, learning her curves. His hands are firm on her breasts and when she makes eye contact with him again, he has a proud smile on his face.

"You're so fucking hot."

His hands slide down to her thighs, gently lifting them, opening her legs wider, until they are spread open in front of him. She moans as he kisses her body, pausing at each breast to kiss and lick, sucking on her nipples, teasing her with small nips before retreating.

As he kisses his way down, his hand moves up her inner thigh, making slow, deliberate circles. The more he touches her, the wetter she gets.

"I want to see you too. Please." She pleads.

"Yeah? Want to see if you can take it?" He asks, grinning down at her.

The protagonist bites her lips and coyly nods, begging him with her eyes.

"I'll show you." A lustful grin spreads across Rúben’s face as he starts to undress.

Her eyes grow wide as he lifts his shirt over his head, revealing his lean muscles and athletic body. He bends down and pulls off his shoes, socks, and pants, tossing them aside. Then he steps out of his underwear, his cock already erect.

The protagonist watches with growing arousal as Rúben's hands roam over his muscular chest, down his belly to his cock, which points straight toward her face. She licks her lips nervously. He climbs up on the couch, kneeling in front of her, his hard cock bobbing just inches from her mouth.

"Open your mouth." He says, reaching out and stroking her hair with one hand. When she does as he asks, his member touches her lips and he begins to push it in. The tip slips past her teeth, only barely grazing her tongue. Rúben grins.

"You got it."

Slowly, Rúben moves his cock in and out of her mouth, going deeper each time. The faster he goes, the harder she cries out. She opens her mouth wider, trying to take all of him inside.

She grips the armrest of the couch tightly, a single tear running down her face. Rúben’s hand is soft on her hair, as he pets her. When he feels her throat start to constrict around his shaft, he puts his hands on her shoulders and slowly eases out of her mouth. She moans loudly as she takes him back inside.

"Take it like a good girl." He breathes.

The protagonist struggles for air as Rúben thrusts himself into her mouth, harder and faster than before. Her eyelids flutter closed.

Finally, Rúben stops thrusting.

"That's good, that's good." He tells her.

When she opens her eyes, she finds him smiling down at her, an approving look on his face. He continues to stroke her hair, looking down at her with such affection and adoration. The protagonist tries to catch her breath, taking deep breaths through her nose as she strokes his cock.

Rúben smiles. "Now come here."

He sits back on the couch and takes her in his arms. As she straddles him, he gently kisses her forehead. He fingers her shortly, claiming that she's wet enough, before lining himself on her entrance. She gasps softly as he pushes himself inside.

It hurts slightly, but he keeps pushing in, until eventually, she sinks all the way down onto him. His eyes close and he sighs.

Rúben rests his hands on her hips, letting her control the pace. She keeps her rhythm slow and steady, moving back and forth on top of him, rocking her hips back and forth as she rubs her clit against him. Every few minutes, she slows her movements and leans forward, rubbing her lips and tongue against his skin, biting his ears, causing him to moan in pleasure.

They stay this way for several minutes, neither saying anything. Finally, Rúben grabs her hips and pulls her up and down faster. She clenches around him, pushing herself down onto his cock, enjoying every sensation. Soon, she can feel her orgasm building, and she doesn't want to hold back any longer.

As she continues to ride him, she grinds her pussy harder, squeezing him tighter. Suddenly, her climax overtakes her. She grits her teeth and shudders, tightening around him. Rúben moans in pleasure as he comes too. They continue to move together for several seconds before finally collapsing on the couch, still joined together.

When they finally get their breathing under control, Rúben looks into her eyes. She blushes slightly.

"You were amazing." He says.

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gunilslaugh · 7 months

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I'm not the original ask, but the bet fic is sooooooo good. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Could you possibly do a part 2 where they regret it and the reader is doing great? Could you maybe also do an angst ending and happy where they get back together with conditions and time? (If not, that is perfectly fine. Your writing is so good❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Thank you! Here is part 2! Only with angst ending though because if I wrote a happy ending too I felt like this post would have been too long. I guess I could do another post with the happy endings if you guys really want though.

All members < ~ _ ~ >

Summary: Xdinary Heroes sincerely regret ever making that bet. They feel horrible for hurting you, but when they run into you they find out that you’re just fine.

WC:~2.8k

Warning:angst

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

“I hope I never see you again.” Gunil keeps hearing you say those words. He remembers the pain in your eyes and the anger in your voice. Your last conversation haunts him. It’s been a few months, but he still plays it over in his head everyday. He feels absolutely horrible. If someone asked him right now what his biggest regret was he would answer making that bet. Betting that he could make you fall in love with him. He doesn’t even have excuses to make about why he did it. Maybe he thought that it would make him seem cool, although how would doing such a horrible thing make him cool? It made him a massive jerk. Perhaps he thought that it could give him some type of street cred, but who would want street cred about being a guy who played with someone’s feelings? Even any possible reasons he tried to think of could never justify for what he did. Gunil is only left with the consequences of it.

Gunil was stopping in to grab a coffee before heading into the studio for the day. Much to his surprise he finds you inside the shop as well. You’re with one of your friends and you look really happy. It makes Gunil feel relieved. He thought that you would still be hurting, like him. However you deserve to be happy and Gunil was about to exit the shop, to let you keep being happy when, “Gunil!” you called him. He was even more surprised, you said you never wanted to see him again. He turns to look at you and finds that you're approaching him.

“Y/n,” he says.

“Can we talk for a minute?” you asked. You just keep surprising him.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed. The two of you went and sat at a table. He notices your friend watching him like a hawk, but he knows he deserves it. “You look good,” he said.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“You don’t have to believe me, but I am really sorry about the bet,” he apologizes. You know he is, you can tell by how awful he looks.

“I do believe you. I’ve forgiven you too. I was really upset at first, obviously,” you chuckled. “I healed from it though and I’m doing really well now.”

“I’m glad.”

“You should forgive yourself too, Gunil. I can tell you’re beating yourself up about it. What you did was wrong, but learn from it, move on,” you tell him. Gunil doesn’t want to move on from you, but he can tell from your words that you have moved on from him. He wants you back, but he does not want to ruin your happiness either.

“I’ll try.”

“Good, I should get going now. My friend is waiting,” you say, standing up.

“Right, of course. I need to head into the studio too.” Gunil also stands up.

“Bye.” You waved a simple hand to him.

“Bye.” He also raised a parting hand. Then he watches you walk out of the shop and he’s left feeling a stabbing pain in his heart.

Jungsu

Jungsu didn’t take the money just like he said he wouldn’t. He regrets everything. He never should have made that stupid bet.

“You act like such a nice guy, a caring guy, a sweet guy. And I fell for it.” Jungsu’s head falls into his hands as he recalls your words. Why did he have to make that bet? He could have just dated you normally. Been a nice, caring, sweet guy that you would fall for, but no he wanted to prove that there was more to him than being a nice guy. Even looking back that sounds so stupid. What did he think was wrong with being a nice guy? Jungsu guessed that he did get what he wanted. He doesn’t view himself as a nice guy anymore. He hates himself, thinks that he is pathetic and a horrible person. He hurt you and he will never forgive himself for that.

Jungsu is out wandering the streets. It’s night and the air is chilly. Jungsu didn’t bother to put on a jacket because he didn't care. Presently he didn’t care about himself because he was a horrible person. He thinks he might be going crazy as he sees a person who looks exactly like you coming up to him. There’s no way you would ever willingly approach after what he did to you.

“Jungsu, why are you out here? It’s late and cold.” Jungsu blinks his eyes multiple times. Was it really you? Were you really standing right in front of him? “Jungsu?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

“Y/n?” His voice almost cracks.

“Hi,” you said.

“I really am sorry, so sorry. I’m a horrible person for what I did. I never should have done it. I regret it so much. I didn’t take the money either for whatever that’s worth,” he began to ramble, leaning forwards. His knees even looked like they might buckle any second.

“Jungsu, Jungsu.” You reached out, taking a hold of his arms, scared that he would fall. “It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m great actually.”

“You do look great,” he voices, looking you over. “I miss you.” he whispered, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it.

“Thank you,” you said, but you didn’t say that you missed him too. Jungsu understands though. Why would you miss him? He hurt you. “Can you get home ok?” At least you still care about him.

“Yeah.” He straightened himself out. You let go of your hold on his arms and he misses your warmth. “Don’t worry about me. You get home safe,” he tells you.

“I will.” With that you two part ways. Jungsu goes back home to his bed and cries his broken heart out.

Gaon/Jiseok

“That’s how I feel knowing that I was just a bet.” Jiseok sighs, sitting down on his bed. You weren’t just a bet. He knows that you don’t believe him, but it is true. After getting to know you he fell for you too. He stopped caring about the bet. That’s why he never told the members when he found out that you fell for him. They only found out after seeing a “love you” text that you sent him. You don’t know that though and you also don’t know that he returned the money his members paid him for winning. He didn’t want it. It made him feel bad. In fact he was even planning on telling you about the bet, but he didn’t know how to. He knew that telling you about it would risk losing you. He didn’t want to lose you, so he thought he would take the time to plan it all out. Figure out how to tell you in a way that hopefully wouldn’t result in you leaving him.

Alas you found out before he could. He tried to tell you the truth, but you didn’t believe him. He can’t blame you though. Jiseok wanted to explain the situation to you so badly, but he could see how hurt you were. How your trust for him had been broken, so instead he let you go. Watching you walk away he wanted to chase after you, but he knew at the time it wouldn’t do any good.

Now all he can think about is how he should have never made that bet. How he should have called it off. Why didn’t he call it off? Why did he make such a huge mistake?

Jiseok was on his way back to the dorm after finishing up practice when he crossed paths with you. Ironically enough it’s the exact same spot the two of you broke up.

“Hey Jiseok,” you spoke up first.

“Hey,” he said back.

“How have you been?” you asked him.

“Not great, I feel really bad y/n. I did really mean it when I said that I cared about you. I made a mistake not calling the bet off. I regret even making it in the first place too. I’m sorry,” he answers.

“I believe you and I accept your apology.” you tell him.

“Then-”

“Y/n, baby!” A guy comes up, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Who’s this?” they ask.

“An old friend,” you told them.

“Nice to meet you,” they say. Jiseok nods.

“Well don’t let me keep you two.” Jiseok excuses himself. He turns back to watch you walk away, in the embrace of another man. Jiseok is left alone with his aching heart.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin returned that day from the cafe and immediately started arguing with Hyeongjun.

“Why did you tell them? You ruined everything!” Seungmin yelled as he held Hyeongjun by the collar. The other members were quick to separate them.

“Yes, I know I ruined your fun, but you were just playing with them! You were gonna break up with them after you won the bet. They deserved to know. I couldn’t just let you play with them!” Hyeongjun yelled back. The other members and Seungmin were shocked. They never heard Hyeongjun shout like that before. Seungmin went to his room, slamming the door behind him. He wasn’t actually mad at Hyeongjun for telling you, he was mad at himself. Hyeongjun was right. He was just playing with you. He was gonna break up with you at the end of the three months. However, seeing how hurt you were, being seconds from breaking down. All because of him made him see how awful what he was doing was. He regrets it.

The sights of you walking out of the cafe and the last words you said to Seungmin, “I hope I never see you again.” keep stabbing him in the heart. The event even haunts his dreams and sometimes he wakes up with tears in his eyes. He finds that he misses you. That all those dates he took you on weren't just so he could win the bet. He actually really enjoyed spending time with you. Seungmin thinks of it as karma. It’s what he gets for doing a heinous act. He hopes that you’re doing better than him. That you aren’t still hurting because of an asshole like him.

Seungmin in a convenient store buying some snacks for the form when the bell chimes, alerting that someone has entered. He looked over to the door just in time to see you entering. He briefly thinks about hiding. You did say that you hoped you never saw him again.

“Seungmin!” Before he can even decide you’re calling his name. He’s surprised to say the least. However he is pleasantly shocked to see how good you look. Your eyes are bright, you’re wearing a smile, your outfit is cute.

“Hey y/n,” he greets you a bit awkwardly.

“I’m not mad at you anymore Seungmin,” you inform him. Seungmin doesn’t know what he did to deserve that.

“Thank you. I’m really sorry for what I did. I mean it. I’m not only sorry because Hyeongjun told you. I’ve come to regret what I did. I was being an awful person. I’m sorry I put you through that. You didn’t deserve it…and I miss you too,” he apologized. You can tell he’s sincere.

“Sounds like you did some growing up,” you said. Seungmin nodded. “Don’t hurt the next one,” you tell him. Now Seungmin knows he can’t get you back.

“I won't,” he replied. The two of you say goodbye and Seungmin tries to hold himself together until he gets home.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeonjun really didn’t want to hurt you. He knows that it doesn’t sound believable because if he didn’t want to hurt you then why did he do the bet? Hyeongjun doesn’t have a simple answer for that. Honestly he was interested in you before he even made the bet with his members. In some twisted way the bet gave Hyeongjun the confidence to go up and talk to you. As to why he didn’t call off the bet after your relationship started, Hyeongjun doesn’t know himself. He wished that he had though. He regrets taking the money. He regrets buying something with it. He felt so much guilt that he returned what he had purchased. He also gave the members their money back. Hyeongjun desperately wishes for a time machine. A way where he could go back and fix what he did,but he can’t. He wishes that he tried to explain why he did it, instead of telling you goodbye. Because even if you didn’t believe him at least he would have tried. Maybe one day you would believe him and know the truth. What’s done is done. He has to live with the consequences. The guilt, the pain, the heartache. He’ll deal with it because he knows that he deserves it.

Hyeongjun likes to go to your guy's old spot. To reminisce on the good times you had together. The times where he was just happy to be with you.

“You still come here?” Your voice caught his attention. He turns around to see you. He almost can’t believe it. He thinks that he might be dreaming.

“Yeah, reminds me of good times,” he tells you. You smile. It’s just as beautiful as he remembers.

“It reminds me of good times too,” you state.

“I know you probably still won’t believe me, but I really didn’t want to hurt you. I returned what I bought with the money and the money. Because it didn’t feel good, it felt horrible. I shouldn’t have gone through with the bet. I regret not calling it off. I really just wanted to be with you y/n. I’m sorry for everything,” he expressed.

“Thank you. I’ve forgiven you a while ago Hyeongjun. I wouldn’t have been able to move on and become happy if I didn’t. I fondly remember our time together. That’s why I still come here.” Move on. You had moved on from him. It was too late.

“I remember our time together fondly as well,” he said, masking his pain. “Uh I have practice in the morning, so I should get going,” he excused.

“Right, you should go.”

“Bye,” he tells you.

“Goodbye Hyeongjun.” For Hyeongjun these are the most painful words you ever told him.

Jooyeon

“Don’t be too sorry you did win the game. I fell in love with you, so congratulations. I hope you had fun playing.” Jooyeon hasn’t been able to play games after you said that. Anytime he tries he thinks about how he hurt you. You were right he did know what he was doing. The bet sounded like a fun game to him. He wanted to play and win and he technically did both of those things. However it wasn’t worth it. He didn’t have fun playing, well maybe at first, but definitely not at the end. He regrets it so much. He was foolish and awful.

Jooyeon kept that plushie that he won that day. The one you harshfully shoved back into his chest. He doesn’t know why he keeps it though, it only tortures him. Reminds him of how horrible he was. Maybe that’s why he keeps it. It’s like a form of self punishment. He hugs it to sleep as he cries wishing that he hasn’t been so dumb. That he could still be with you.

Jooyeon stands in front of the arcade. The last place he was together with you. He comes here sometimes to think about that day. What he possibly could have said. What he shouldn’t have said. Maybe if he just came clean and owned up to it all you could have found a way to forgive him. That two of you could have worked through it and still be together.

“Aren’t you gonna go in?” Jooyeon can’t believe the voice that he is hearing. He must miss you so much that now he is hearing you. When he turns around he finds that he is not imagining hearing you, it’s actually you.

“Y/n,” he says in disbelief.

“Hi,” you greet him.

“And no I’m not going in. I can’t play games anymore,” he reveals.

“What? You love games.” Now you are the one in disbelief.

“Not after I hurt you. Making that bet was one of the dumbest things I ever did. I viewed it as a game that I wanted to win, but I regret it all. It wasn’t fun and horrible towards you. I did enjoy our time together though for whatever that’s worth. I liked gaming with you and going on dates. I do care about you.” I’m in love with you, but those words didn’t leave his mouth.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Jooyeon. I’m glad that you matured and realized that it was wrong. I’m doing great now and I want you to be too. Let’s both grow from this and remember each other fondly,” you tell him. Remember each other fondly, those words shattered Jooyeon’s heart. He couldn’t fix things. You and him would never be together again.

Jooyeon nodded and then you both parted ways leaving Jooyeon with the pieces of his shattered heart.

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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How does Ghira and Kali react to hearing about Blake winning a pageant? And then how would they react if they found out she only did that to sleep with Jaune?

For the people that don't remember the first post, here it is Part 1

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*Incoming video call sound*

Blake: Hello?

Kali: *Happy* Hi sweetie!

Ghira: *Happy* How have you been, Blake?

Blake: I'm fine. I don't want to sound rude but why are you guys calling me?

Ghira: Your mother and I stumbled upon a nice surprise this morning.

Blake: A surprise?

Ghira: You see, when we went to the park to walk and we found a kiosk where they sold-

Kali: *Showing a newspaper on the screen* You won Miss Argus!!!!

Blake: How did you guys find out about that?!

Ghira: That's what I was going for. At the kiosk we saw your photo on the front page of the newspaper and we bought it. But I must say, I didn't know you were into beauty pageants.

Kali: Of course she is interested, she is my daughter after all.

Blake: Actually, I'm not interested.

Ghira: You are not?

Kali: But I saw the replay on the internet. You looked so happy and you moved like a professional. As if it wasn't your first time doing this! How can you move like that without being interested in it?!!!

Blake: Simple, I did it to get fucked.

Ghira: Excuse me?!!

Kali: Huh?!!!

Blake: Sorry but I have to come out clean. I mean, just look at him! *Pan to Jaune who is training outside in a sleeveless shirt and holding his sword* Isn't he beefy?!

Ghira: *Upset* Blake! I remind you that you are talking to your parents. Kali, say something.

Kali: Yes, he looks very beefy.

Ghira: Kali!

Kali: Relax, Blake is at that age.

Ghira: She is an adult, she must behave like one.

Kali: Oh, you didn't tell me that when I snuck into your room after I turned 18 so we could f-

Ghira: *Blushing* *Ahem* That's different.

Blake: How?

Ghira: It was different time back then, ok! Besides, that's not the point I'm trying to make, what I mean is that a woman like you should act more appropriately.

Blake: *smiling* Dad, I'll tell you this with all the love and respect I have for you…. *Serious* I will not stop fucking him.

Ghira: What?!

Kali: Oh my~

Blake: Do you know how many girls have thrown themselves at him every time we go to a new city? Too many! Luckily he has rejected them all, but what will happen when he no longer does? What will happen if another girl is the person who dominates him? I can't let that happen.

Ghira: But there are other ways to do it. Can you just talk to him or maybe go out on a date? Those ideas sound better than just fucking him the first chance you get.

Blake: Didn't you see his body?! I have to fuck him!

Ghira: But-!

Kali: Ghira, I think I understand how our daughter feels. First of all she is not living the life of a normal girl. She is trying to save the world. You and I know that this is dangerous, and at any moment she could lose her life in the process. If you and I were in the same situation, I would do anything to be able to spend every second with you. Your daughter is doing that. She is taking action when she can, because tomorrow may be her last day with him. You understand it, don't you?

Ghira: *sighs* I guess... Just keep it PG when you talk to us. I don't want to know about my daughter's sex life.

Blake: Oh thank you so much! You don't know how much it means to me to have your support. Now, if you'll excuse me, Jaune went off to take a shower by himself. So… bye! *Hangs up*

Ghira: Good God, what are we going to do with that girl?

Kali: We can only hope for the best…. and maybe some grandbabies.

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peachjagiya · 17 days

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I don't know if this is in response to the ask i sent you yesterday but if it is, please understand that i wasn't trying to tell you to stop believing in ur ship. That is your prerogative and you have a right to believe in what you want to believe in. It's not like my "essays" are going to change your mind anyway.

I was only pointing out what is think is a flaw in your logic especially because i saw u complaining of jikookers talking about a pic being deleted and i was pointing out that if you think Jk posting a pic only with Tae on his instagram is "special" then couldn't the other group of shippers say the same thing about Jk only having a selfie with Jimin on his WV ? What is the difference? I don't think who Jk chooses to post and not post on his socials is what determines who is most special to him and i'm sure in real life, most of you know this. If he takes a picture which he thinks is cool, he would most probably post it regardless of who it is. I am married and have been for over 5 years but i only have one picture of my s/o on my socials but i have tons of pics with friends and acquaintances. Do u think i posted more people than my s/o because they mean more to me? absolutely not lol. I even rarely take photos with my s/o at all so if someone had to judge how special my s/o is to me by looking at things like socmed posts they would probably think i hate him lol.

You created a blog to talk about and appreciate the bond of two people u believe could be in a relationship and it is normal to like seeing only or mostly people who agree with you but please don't think that anyone who disagrees with or questions your logic on certain things is out to disprove your ship or make you stop believing in them. Look at my ask again, not once did i ask you to stop believing in your ship. i only asked that you stop making big deals out of things that could literally apply to any other pair. Some of u talk about those things and see them as decisive proof that these boys have to be together but the truth is that, it really isn't mainly because those things aren't exclusive to the two you ship, that's the point i am trying to make.

So please stop coming out with your pitchforks and knives whenever someone challenges your logic because we all know the excuses and excess copium that will follow, the moment Jk wakes up and does something "special' for some other member especially if it is Jimin.

Plus if you had an answer to the question that i asked (which imo is a fair question) you would have provided it but you don't and deep down you probably see some sense in what i am saying and that is why you responded the way you did.

sorry about the "many words". I am just passionate i guess.

So please stop coming out with your pitchforks and knives whenever someone challenges your logic

It's less pitchforks and knives and more... tired of being condescended to.

I really don't mind my logic being challenged. I've answered plenty of questions about my logic. But I think you must see how condescending it is to assume that I'm absolutely blind to logic so it's your moral duty to correct my brain. It's my brain! It's not your brain! You really don't need to worry what I'm doing with it!

That's why I am kind of dubious when it's a lot of words because I feel like one question would be challenging my logic and I'm happy to get into it. Paragraph after paragraph is like being hauled in front of the headmaster at school and told I'm stupid. I wouldn't waste my time if I didn't have valid reasons for finding Taekook a bit more than friends.

because we all know the excuses and excess copium that will follow, the moment Jk wakes up and does something "special' for some other member especially if it is Jimin.

Especially if it's Jimin? Huh? I don't differentiate between Jimin and the other five? I don't know what experiences you've had with other TKKrs but I don't have the same grudge against Jimin you've experienced. If he comes out and posts a bathroom picture with Jimin at an OT7 dinner, I will be like "Oh look, a selca of JK and Jimin" and probably some thirsty comment about one or both of them being hot tbh.

It was 5am. 5am Peach wasn't up for it but I'm more alive now.

I think the mistake a lot of people, TKKr and JKKr alike, make is that they hinge their entire argument on individual moments. Atomix becomes this huge thing and the second it gets challenged, everyone melts down gloating or getting defensive.

So often, one will come at the other with "Here's why this particular 0.6 seconds in time was NOT special." Ok? Great? You got me? I try to look at them as more of a whole picture and that's how I end up thinking it's different.

So there's a picture of Jimin and JK on Weverse. I don't know the context of it, I have to admit. Was it at an OT7 event? Were they just together? (I don't think your point about deleting instagram applies here because I don't think he can delete Weverse when BTS are entwined with it really.)

But let's take it as it is: A selca of Tae and JK in 2021, a selca of JK and Jimin in 2019.

The reason I find one of them special and one of them less so is not because it's a selca but it's a selca alongside all the other stuff I believe to be true. Does that make sense? Its not just a selca. It's a selca and seeing each other in their hiatus a decent amount and touching and closeness and some suspicious instances and a history of interaction that feels different to me. The selca is just a part of a wider picture.

And this applies to any one piece of the jigsaw. I'm sure you could find JK snuggling Hobi or Jin too. You could find examples of JK spending time at Jimin's house. Does the REST of the picture apply though? I don't personally find that the wider picture of his relationship with any other member rings out as romantic to me. I do find Taekook to be romantic based on a lot of different things, not just individual pieces. That's what I'm saying.

I've now said selca so many times that it doesn't look like a real word anymore. 😂

Ultimately, this is a Taekook blog. I don't want to live in an echo chamber but I didn't really start it to feel like I'm being told off by people I don't know. I don't think you should leave as such but is this the space for you?

Please don't worry about my logic. I'm either wrong and we'll all survive...

Or I'm right. And we'll all survive.

#taekook #my asks

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airbrushfather · 4 months

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@paz-45 asked so here are my 5 ee tattoos lmao (warning for me just rambling absolute shit under the cut)

my first ever tattoo - jon's handwriting and a wild wave because i love violent sun so much. looking back the handwriting tattoo isn't something i'd do today but it's what got me started on getting tats at all and i had a very positive experience (both w getting it and w asking jon for the writing lmao)

the teeth are not related, for the record. writing is about 6 months healed in this pic and almost 18 months healed now. also i know no one asked but since i love talking about tattoos - this is on the outside of my forearm and the pain was about a 3/10. super easy placement if you want somewhere to put a first tattoo that won't kill you off immediately.

classic lil gth hand. i always forget i have this because it's on the back of my arm (hence the bad photo too, say hello to my ear) but i do rlly love it, my artist did a very good job. it's about 5 months healed in this pic and just under 18 months healed now. this is on the back of my upper arm, the pain was probably a 4/10. a little spicy towards the inside but nowhere near the worst, certainly less painful than the inside of the bicep for instance. i also never find colour that bad (lines are worse imo) but i know some people do, so i guess if you came to this post looking for genuine tattoo advice, take that into consideration

these eyes are, technically, ee related - and please excuse this horrible photo, they're really hard to get a pic of! but me and my artist designed them together based on put me together's bridge - 'is it the darkest night/or is that dawn in your eyes?' it's a very important song to me and i love these tattoos, especially the dawn one with all the little details. it actually looks a little better now it's healed, it's settled into itself a lot more. they're super fresh in this pic (less than a month each, i got them within about a week of each other) and about a year healed now

pain wise this is a rough placement. the bottom one especially was one of my most painful tattoos - probably an 8/10. it proved i could never tattoo my actual knee because i genuinely had a terrible time of it. though weirdly the top one was really easy, probably a 6/10

i find this one incredibly hard to photograph bc of the way it wraps but my favourite line from final form (i stole the idea from someone in atb but it's one of my favourite sentiments, as in, this is my first body so i will make mistakes, and it is my last body so i will look after it). i broke one of my only tattoo rules for this too, which was No Words. i doubt i'll get any more words after this bc i don't think they'd really fit very well w the rest of mine, but i thought this was a really nice way to cuff my patchwork arm.

it's about 6 months healed in this video (from today). pain was probably another 8/10, wrist is a very spicy placement but not the worst one by any stretch. the outside (first body) was easier than the inside (last body) and it was definitely tolerable, tbh it was almost more annoying to heal than it was to get

i do have plans for more ee related tattoos (i want to get one from each album, so i have arc and rdf left to conquer) but atm i can't get anything because i have serious trust issies w new tattooists (and i love my artists who i know already) and my shop is currently 200 miles away. i'll probably get one in summertime if i have the money. i really like that for the most part they're not super obvious what they are, even the hand isn't bam in your face this is album artwork unless you're in the know. no hate to those kind of tattoos (ive seen some sick tattoos of the whole gth cover or at least the entire guy) it's just not my kind of thing, i like to be mysterious.

sorry for talking so much, but getting tattoos is my only personality trait. i could and would literally speak about it all day. consider this your formal piece of danny's tattoo advice. none of these are my most painful placements and none were my most painful tattoos, but everybody is different so if you genuinely do want this advice, take it with a grain of salt. and if anyone wants more of my advice/further tattoo tours, feel free to ask (idk why you'd want advice from me but i have probably about 40 tattoos at this point and i want to talk about it. because i'm boring and inufferable. i'm A Tattoo Person. this is my coming out </3)

cheers for looking x

#sorry this is so much talking #i love to yap #i think the tattooing process is a minor special interest for me and it makes me very happy to talk about my own stuff #so i am always happy to answer questions/give advice re placements/healing/etc if people want it #i am rather informed all things considered #that sounded pretentious im so sorry

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rayisalive · 1 year

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!¡A/N: I TOLD YOU I’D WRITE SOMETHING HAH- anyways I wanted to make some headcanons for my Camp NRC Au so here we go. I feel like Heartslabyul got the most headcanons hh- If you have any tell me I wanna see them.

!¡Includes: GN reader, Camp NRC Au

!¡Context: Information about this Au can be found on my pinned post or here

←Bridal Style Cooking→

・Riddle probably brought 100 cans of bug spray, sunscreen, water, etc. Yeah, he could just buy it from Sam’s shop, but why would he do that when he can just bring his own?

・He probably forces everyone to spray themself with said sunscreen and bug spray before they go out to do any physical activities. He’s not gonna deal with a bunch of sunburned and bug-bitten campers.

・Tr*y is highly valued when it’s their turn with cooking duty.

・He probably makes and brings snacks for people to eat whenever they go out to regain energy.

・Cater loves the camp with all it’s greenery and wild life, but gets upset when he doesn’t have enough reception to check up on Magicam and other stuff.

・Every summer his account is just filled with photos he takes there along with selfies of him and other people, such as at a campfire roasting marshmallows or a flower he had found while hiking.

・Ace probably gets annoyed by all the bugs, serves him right for not listening to riddle and putting on the bug spray but he does fairly well when doing the activities.

・His pranks often land him in cooking/cleaning duty, only for him to go and play more pranks again. He probably drags Mc and Grim into doing these with him, using the excuse that they’re best friends and should help eachother.

・Deuce loves all the activities, it gives him a chance to use all his pent-up energy and be active, much more fulfilling than just doing the track team.

・He’s probably teased alot by Ace if he decides to study for school the next year. He just wants to make sure he will do well the next school year and learn ahead(much to Riddle’s enjoyment)

・Leona finds having to get up and go do camp activities too tiring and annoying, often skipping out on them and staying in the cabin instead.

・Ruggie might go to the list and found and steal find all sorts of things fir him to use or sell back to other campers.

・Jack, like Deuce, enjoys all the activities he can do, often coming back sweating and tired.

・I can already imagine how bad the cabin would smell, 10 thaumarks that when Mc goes there they are also bringing 20 bottles of febreeze for them.

・Azul built a side building from the cabin for the Mostro Lounge, except this time it’s more of a cafe for campers to come and hang out because how the fuck do you have a random restaurant in the middle of the woods

・He’s not the best at the physical activities—ok he sucks at them, but when it comes to the others he makes sure he excels at them to make up for it.

・Jade absolutely loves it. How could he not? There’s so much plants, specifically mushrooms, for him to study and collect. He’s even more dangerous now, please don’t let him “try” new recipes.

・Floyd is chaotic, same as before really. No matter what he’s going to bring chaos and disorder anywhere he walks. A simple Wednesday afternoon? Too bad Floyd is barging in to the cabin covered in mud with a snake in his hand.

・Kalim probably spent alot of money on the cabin, making Scarabia far fancier than the others.

・When it comes to their turn for cooking and cleaning duty Kalim tries his best, he really is, but he just can’t, often ending up with Jamil doing it instead. Who would’ve guessed

・Jamil is Jamil. I’m not sure what you wanted me to say, he does good with the activities, he watches over Kalim and the cabin, nothing really changes.

・Do you think Vil came because he needed practice for an upcoming camp movie? (/j)

・Ok but on a serious note Vil would do fine really. He would probably get a but annoyed when it’s too loud for him to sleep, or he isn’t able to get more face-wash from his favorite brand, but other than that he treats it like camp.

・The only thing he really dislikes is when he starts to sweat. He knows it’s natural but sweating too much will ruin his complexion and he’s not risking that.

・Rook is happier than me when I got Lilia’s SSR card. A camp? In the forest? With a bunch of campers, majority he deems interesting? Oh he loves it.

・He has the chance to both explore and be active while also observing others there.

・Suddenly Epel finds a way to make Vil even angrier than he would have been able to before.

・It’s a camp in the middle of the forest, what’d you expect? He can go out and come back sweating and with dirt on him and Vil can’t complain because what’d he expect, it’s a camp.

・Let me just get this out of the way, Idia is in complete torture. Honestly how could he not be, he’s in some camp in the middle of nowhere. There’s no way he’d be able to check up on the latest updates from his favorite game, or to even get on his game with the “service” out here.

・He thinks of it as more of a prison then a camp. There’s a bunch of people who he had to interact with and complete activities with, torture really.

・Ortho on the other hand has a wonderful time. He does fairly well with all the activities, since he is a yknow a robot-

・Really the only problem is that sometimes while they’re pit he may run out of battery, causing someone to have to carry him back to the cabin to be charged.

・Malleus finds the idea of it interesting. Every summer you come out to the middle of nowhere to male friends and have fun? Emphasis on the friends part.

・He is probably still left out from some of the activities, being forgotten to be notified for when it happens, but he tries his best when he dies attend and to learn about the thing you do here.

・I will be surprised if he manages to keep the “covering up every shred of skin” thing up. It’s summer it’s going to be hot, I mean sure he’s done it before, but only for a few days, what about 3 whole months? I just want to see Mal-Mal in “summer” clother hh-

・Lilia has fun here. He takes part in as many activities as he can, and hopefully remembering to bring along Malleus.

・He tries to make the most of it and make it a fulfilling experience for Malleus, just don’t let him on cooking duty- please-

・Silver really just sleeps through it alot, but he still tries to have fun and attend as many activities as he gets dragged to can.

・He probably enjoys all the wildlife, the animals, plants, etc.

・Silver probably has to tell Sebek to hush up or else he’ll scare away the animals with all his yelling.

・Sebek thinks Malleus is too good to be doing cooking/cleaning duty, but Malleus makes sure he does his part when the time comes.

・Sebek is just Sebek I don’t really know-

©rayisalive 9/16/22 None of my work is to be translated, plagiarized, or reposted without my knowledge. If I inspired you be sure to tag me so I can check it out!

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stancyler · 1 year

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thanks to some twt jancies i've recently discovered something else in favour for stancy.

so they brag about jonathan and nancy having similar/matching career goals and use it as endgame proof for their ship.

truth is, we've already seen them work together as journalists/photo journalist in season three. and that didn't end really well for them. let's dig this subject. nancy and jonathan both start working for the post office, one of the first things we see is how nancy's the lunch lady for the bosses (she prepares coffee, gives them food, etc.) and jonathan works his photography in a dark room. from the beginning it's shown to the audience nancy isn't happy working for those people, this doesn't have to do with jonathan yet except he could've said something against the sexist comments. she felt like not being good enough to be a reporter until she found out a new case (the old lady one with the rats).

nancy wants to investigate the case to demonstrate she's worthy of working there as a journalist, not to be preparing sandwiches or coffee for those men. jonathan's on board at first - that's until the men make fun of nancy for trying to investigate the story and tell her to drop it because they didn't believe her - and guess who else didn't really believe in nancy's story? correct! jonathan. he also told her to drop the story, to just do what the misogynistic men told her to do. what the hell? shouldn't you support your partner? being afraid of getting fired is not a good excuse. it was only a summer job, there were more future opportunities. he decided to go with her because he felt pressured to do so. he never believed in her story.

then (if i remember correctly) the police finds them at discroll's house and they separate paths. nancy goes to the hospital to visit the lady while jonathan goes home. he doesn't care. not until nancy calls him and asks to talk with his brother, will. his interest suddenly grows when will's name is mentioned. then they reunite with will, mike, etc., and will asks jonathan "you weren't there?" to which he responds with "well i'm here now, aren't i?" and nancy adds: hallelujah.

notice how this implies jonathan wasn't really there until will was involved in the story. we know jonathan is a family guy who cares about joyce and will the most. the writers spell it out for us in every season. nancy didn't feel the support she needed from his boyfriend.

they both get fired. jonathan blames nancy for getting him involved in the story. they fight and nancy says the famous line "we just don't understand each other anymore". that's how their working as journalists together ends.

does this sound like a perfect future for either of them? would nancy want a partner in the future who doesn't support the stories she believes in and investigates? nancy deserves a partner who trusts her, one who believes in the stories she investigates and doesn't hesitate to defend her if she's getting sexist comments or any other kind of bad comments.

jonathan can't do that. we've seen it on screen. them working together don't function correctly. jonathan didn't care about the misogynistic comments, nor nancy's story. never. he even told her to deal with it. he didn't help her until he discovered will could be in danger.

THEN, in season four we see jonathan acknowledging his future with nancy would be full of resentment and they would end up in a loveless marriage, their kids would even hate him.

what else do you need to understand jonathan is not endgame material for nancy. she doesn't need to go through all of that again.

#anti jancy #anti jonathan byers #stancy #steve and nancy #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #steve x nancy #nancy and steve #stancyendgame

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saintmeghanmarkle · 9 hours

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Recycling old snits to kick Catherine again: Revealed: Meghan Markle's reality TV star friend Garcelle Beauvais made jibe at Kate Middleton for missing Lilibet's birthday by u/Von_und_zu_

Recycling old snits to kick Catherine again: Revealed: Meghan Markle's reality TV star friend Garcelle Beauvais made jibe at Kate Middleton for missing Lilibet's birthday Why is the DM prominently running this stupid story about this Garcelle person's comments uttered in June 2022, on E!'s Daily Pop talk show about her opinion as to the failure of William and Catherine to drop everything to attend the putative female child's birthday party in June 2022 during the Platinum Jubilee. And, I guess they also missed the chance to be photographed by sycophant Misan and appear in the NF mockumentary as photos from this "party" were splashed about strategically by Madame after the fact.Btw - am I the only person who does not have a clue about this Garcelle person? Just like I had never heard of Megsy until she had been dating Harold, I've never heard of her before the jam crap. Now, I consider her pre Markled and toxic.Garcelle Beauvais, known for her stint on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, has become the latest famous fance to join the exclusive 'jamfluencer' club alongside Chrissy Teigen, Heather Dorak, Tracy Robbins and Kris Jenner.Garcelle, who lives in Northridge which is a 80-minute drive to Montecito, has previously spoken about the royal family feud and opened up about her thoughts on The Prince and Princess of Wales.Garcelle said it was it was 'shady' for the future King and Queen to miss their niece Lilibet's first birthday, which she celebrated at Frogmore Cottage in Windsor in 2022 during the late Queen Elizabeth's Platinum Jubilee.On the day, Wiliam and Kate were in Wales representing his late grandmother by overseeing concert rehearsals at Cardiff Castle, joined by Prince George and Princess Charlotte - who undertook their first official royal walkabout.***However, Garcelle said it was it was 'shady' for the future King and Queen to miss their niece's birthday, despite being on official duty.The 57-year-old said: 'What's going on is, "What a coincidence, we're out of town, I'm washing my hair". There's a little shade there.' When she was asked whether the scheduling could be a coincidence, Garcelle replied: 'No. They can't hold back the flight a couple of hours to meet Lilibet and Archie?'The reality star has since proved her closeness to Meghan after she bagged herself jar number 15 of the royals' American Riviera Orchard Jam, and uploaded a picture of the jar resting on a bunch of vibrant, yellow lemons.She captioned the post 'Sweetness' with a lemon emoji and tagged the American Riviera Orchard Instagram. Only 50 of Meghan's closest celebrity pals got sent a limited edition jar of her jam as part of her 'soft launch' to the brand.What?! How charming to equate duty and royal engagements with the "I'm washing my hair" excuse. How thoughtful to suggest inconveniencing everyone involved with the long scheduled royal engagements in favor of a last minute birthday party for someone they do not know. Of course, William and Catherine, and the entire RF should have dropped everything to show up to celebrate this child's birthday! Because of course, Harold and Madame are more important than those peasants awaiting them in Wales!It is just incredible to me that they are finding this petty crap from years ago to keep them in the news, to kick the PPoW again, to distract from any criticism of their faux royal tour to Nigeria, etc.Also, it could not be more obvious to me that someone in Montegrifto prompted/wrote this article.https://ift.tt/28XPo5J post link: https://ift.tt/cRZa9ne author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: April 30, 2024 at 04:44PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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silverefflux · 2 years

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Theory: Chamber and Neon’s “Misunderstanding”

Another theory: Chamber and Neon’s misunderstanding is pretty personal *wink wink*

Sorry this feels so shallow but my guess is she thought he was going for the more-than-friends route, but it was all part of his schemes.

Neon has some major electrical powers plus involvement with Kingdom/radiants because of the parents’ work (looking at her dossier), so she likely was of some value to Chamber’s plans

I’d be hella broken too as a 19 (18?)-year-old if some charming guy was pouring attention and talking to me the way he does only to find out I’m being used for some selfish business-y goal. That is–if it is true that Neon was 19 when she got into the VP.

Chamber describing her to Reyna as an “impressionable young mind”. This himbo knew what he was doing.

From a fellow Asian girl, yeeeee the parents often want us to be pretty sheltered lmao I wouldn’t know better than to stay away from this dude

Also saw this Tumblr post somewhere saying Neon’s family would probably tease her whenever Chamber drops by AND I BELIEVE IT’S CANON

“OI TALA YUNG BOYFRIEND MO ANDITO” and all that stuff. I’d be annoyed into believing maybe there is a shot if she were me HAHAHA

Chamber’s voicemail to Brim: “Appeal to her sense of service, she gets that from her family.”

EXCUSE ME MONSIEUR—how do you know she gets it from her family?? That’s pretty personal. And the way he says it in the voicemail, idk if I’m digging into it too much but omg the way his tone just falters and his little pause after (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhMd7i2Zu8k)

Not Chamber being scared to fetch her in Manila during her recruitment lolololol

No Chamber-Neon voice interactions (except for that line where she tells him to leave her out of his schemes)? Not even during the whole strike team with Fade thing? Damn, y’all rly ain’t on speaking terms?

Cuz yeah I don’t think she wants any of Chamber’s BS after all that

Neon when killing an enemy Chamber: “Bye Monsieur!” —You can’t tell me that doesn’t have “boy, bye” energy

[PHOTO NOT MINE] Not me fangirling either aaaa who made this??? But lol if I were Chamber and I saw a girl with mad powers looking like Neon in the photo like sheeshhhhh, I’d be smooth talking too (Who’s the artist? Pls tell me if you know so I can credit)

#Valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant neon #neon valorant #chamber valorant #valorant chamber #chamber x neon #valorant x reader

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robinsroom · 8 months

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You can develop your OCs as you go.

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S- So, like uh, will you, will you, OCs- Uh

🥺🤲

okay so like, i have like a handful of ocs but they were all from when I was younger and the make me cringe so I've only taken one or two with me into my """adulthood""".

Heaven

Ofc one of them is my main OC Heaven who ofc is bascially kind of a self insert but better because who doesn't have one. Shes like part wizard, 10% human or something. I would write about how she would go to school specifcally made for other kids w supernatural powers to hone them and ofc this gave me an established excuse for her to meet characters from large franchies or created by people (on dA or tumblr) who I adored at the time.

Her powers specifically would change from time to time based off of characters I thought were neat like shape shifting, being a siren, telekinesis, rumoring people into doing shit she wanted (props to u if u know where that’s from).

For her personailty, she would go from being a brat to a badass bitch to being the biggest submissive goon you've ever met. It really depended on how I was feeling that day LMAO

Now a-days, since she’s out of school and I’m a bit more mellow (lying) on her whole personality being centered around impressing people, she’s a chill entrepreneur who wants an excuse to stay around in the (this is gonna sound so cringe but here goes) “fandom specific worlds/universes” and make her mark you know?

Right now, in the year of our lord, 2023, since DOL is my obsession, Heaven is apart of the OC group that I’m slowly building for Rape City lmao. I’m not sure how yet though beyond her wanting to take control from Bailey. Maybe??? Mayhaps????? Someday??????

Speaking of Rape City, I have two OCs so far.

Winnie & Skylar and maybe another one who might be coming when I take a break w Sky's play through.

Winnie

Winnie was a coke abusing goof ball who catfishes people for funsies. There's not alot to her backstory right now but basically, she wanted to get out of her home and took a trip to the UK. She ended up getting stuck there after giving some sob story to Bailey about how her parents died in a freak BDSM accident.

I like to think any other persona who might be stupid enough to get themselves in a situation like this, are smart enough to, you know, get tf out of it but Winnie is too much of a goof ball to really care. She has free room and board. She can do pretty much whatever she wants and all she has to do is pay 4k to this guy who is mean but attractive. You can get away w anything if ur good looking, right? Better than being stuck at home with her brothers I guess lmao.

Anyway, she uses her knowledge of catfishing to trick creeps into giving her compromising photos, info, etc. which she then posts publicly be it at school or online. She of course has access to, can’t live without it. Bailey took her shit yeah but he didn’t find her phone which she uses to keep in touch with her mother who assumes that her daughter is having an amazing time!

Skylar

Skylar isss...well no one knows who Skylar is. They just randomly showed up one day, even Winnie swears the room they are in was empty literally the hour before they were there. Anyway, Winnie loves paranormal shit and Sky seems pretty paranormal themselves so they automatically became besties. Although it wasn’t easy at first considering Sky was shy and would rarely leave their room after seeing what the other orphans had to go through.

It was school then straight home.

However, Winnie showed Skylar that they have nothing to fear. Most people who decide to mess with them can be subdued with the 7 cans of pepper spray they have shoved up their ass at one time thanks to their close relationship with Kylar. Eventually, they took to crossdressing and since their naturally androgynous appearance, they can pass as a boy or girl without issue.

Eventually this escalated into them branching out and working at Darryl’s strip club on random nights. In fact, they quite enjoy it especially with how friendly Darryl is. They almost look up to them as some sort of silly goose family member. Eventually they began skipping school but still visit to see Kylar for longer than a few hours in the park. Despite their delinquent behavior, they maintain good marks (unlike Winnie >.>) and an amicable relationship with their teachers inside and outside of school. But Leighton is a dick and they avoid them at all costs.

Speaking of good relationships, if it wasn’t obvious, they’re deeply infatuated with Kylar who gladly returns the sentiment. Even after being kidnapped by him, they were happy to simply spend the evening with them even if they were a hot mess by the time Kylar came to his sense and let them go.

Sadly, this is all I have for them at the moment, the more I play, the more I’ll come up with eventually.

#ask #WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LMAO #I DIDN'T MEAN TO RAMBLE THIS MUCH #i don't even know if this was what you were asking for #im stupid!!#this is what I MEAN!!#skylar #winnie #heaven #there is alot of cringe in here im so sorry #but we embrace the cringe #gen

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flowerpowelltales · 2 years

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Like Fall, Like Spring (Drake x MC)

PART NINETEEN

A/N: we’re almost done with this series 🙊 can you imagine when i started writing i only meant to write five parts, at most? ah, good ol’ days 😅

Drake was studying her panicked expression before asking again.

“Who was it?”

“Umm.” She looked at her phone and then back at Drake. She knew she had to tell him Leona was bullying her again but she thought she’d have more time. “Were you eavesdropping?”

“Of course not. Woke up, you weren’t there, came here and see you with tears in your eyes.”

“Right. Sorry. It was... Daniel. From that bar in New York I worked in, remember? He told me something... upsetting. About the bar. It’s early, I haven’t had my coffee yet and I overreacted.” Gosh, Riley, stop talking.

Drake narrowed his eyes. “Daniel. About the bar. That’s it?”

Riley nodded. “Yup. I made breakfast, too! Are you hungry?”

If Drake wanted to say something he decided against it. He sat down on a chair and let Riley serve him, his eyes not leaving her even for a second.

~~~~

Breakfast was rather nervous. Riley babbled about everything and nothing, not letting Drake say anything. From time to time she would glance at her phone and then back at Drake, starting her monologue again.

When Drake excused himself after the meal and went to discuss something with Liam, Riley finally had time to think about the morning call from Leona. She didn’t want to believe Drake’s crazy aunt since she had the tendency to make up stories that fitted her narrative. But at the same time, she felt uncertain. She was gone for months. Would she really blame Drake if he found someone else in the meantime?

She knew she needed to find out the truth and she already knew the first step to do so.

~~~~

Riley had been staring at her phone for good twenty minutes, weighing pros and cons, before finally taking it and opening Instagram. She clicked on Drake’s profile only to realize it was absolutely pointless - he was following only three people (her, Savannah and Liam; Maxwell was blocked) and the only thing he ever did on this platform was liking Riley’s photos. She surely wouldn’t find any Mary-Annes there.

She checked Savannah’s profile instead and found the woman Leona was talking about almost immediately. Mary-Anne was a beautiful, her hair was like straight out of shampoo commercials, silky, wavy and blond. She didn’t have too many pictures and the last photo was from a year ago. Riley could see why Leona liked her so much; she was perfect. Not just the way she looked but also the way she presented herself. Photos with her family, photos on her family ranch. A few with Savannah. From what Riley had gathered, Mary-Anne was a family person, a vet who not only took care of their farm animals but also volunteered in animal shelters, had many friends and an amazing smile. In short, she was perfect and Riley could never even compete.

She clicked on the tagged photos and zoomed in on the first one. And there it was, the bump.

The picture was posted a week before and the bump wasn’t too big. If Riley had to guess, Mary-Anne was probably four, five at most, months pregnant. She quickly ran the numbers in her head only to realize it was more than possible that she got pregnant while Riley was gone.

Leona was right.

~~~~

Rationally, the child didn’t necessarily have to be Drake’s. Mary-Anne could be pregnant and it could have nothing to do with Drake.

But a part of her, that self-consious part that Leona loved to appeal to, was scared. Because what if Drake decided to go back to Mary-Anne and raise their child together?

Obviously, Riley would let him. She left him once, she had no right to be selfish. But she prayed, hoped, kept her fingers crossed that it was just one Leona’s life and not new reality that she would eventually have to accept.

When Drake came home, she was too jittery to talk. Before he could ask what was wrong, she headed out, saying she wanted to go for a walk.

The longer she walked the more guilty she felt. She lied to Drake again. How could he forgive her after all of that? Not even an hour passed when she ran back home and startled Drake.

“Riley?” What happened?” Drake sat straight on the couch and paused the movie he was watching.

“I lied. I lied again after telling you I would never lie and I hate that I did it. I panicked. I panicked and lied like a coward that I am and now you won’t trust me ever again and you’d be right and I just messed up our last chance to fix things and I hurt you again and I’m so, so sorry.” She sobbed.

“Whoa, Riley, calm down, please. I don’t understand. Sit down and tell me what happened.” Drake grabbed Riley’s arm and pulled her down on the couch, next to him.

She took a deep breath. “It wasn’t Daniel who called. It was your aunt. Leona.” She bit her lip and risked a look at Drake. He seemed... unmoved.

“I know,” he simply said.

“You... what? You know?!”

Drake shrugged. “I heard you.”

“So you were eavesdropping!”

“I wasn’t. I went to the kitchen to look for you and when you said ‘Leona, what are you talking about’ I assumed you were talking to my aunt.”

“So... Why didn’t you say anything when I told you it was Daniel? Oh gosh, you must have hated me! I lied to your face! And you knew I lied!”

“I didn’t hate you. I was just... waiting until you tell me. I was disappointed at first, but I know you need time to digest things before saying anything. So I waited. And I’m really glad you decided to tell me after all.”

“So you’re not mad? You don’t hate me?” She asked and then added seeing his raised eyebrow, “I need to make sure!”

“I’m not at you. And I don’t hate you. But we need to do something about Leona.”

Riley nodded and bit her lip again. After a few seconds she broke the silence. “There’s something else.”

“What?” Drake frowned.

“Leona said... Apart from the fact that I’m ruining your life by coming back, she said that you were seeing other women while I was gone. Like Mary-Anne, your ex. And that Mary-Anne is pregnant now. With your child. And she is. Pregnant I mean, not with your child. I mean, I don’t know that but I know she is pregnant in fact. I checked it on Instagram.”

Drake clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He was silent for a few moments and Riley thought she was going to pass out.

“You think it’s my child?” He asked calmly.

“I don’t know. A part of me, the bigger part, says no. But there’s this self-consious part which overthinks every possibility. Is it? The child, is it yours?”

“No, Riley.”

She closed her eyes, relief written all over her face. She felt Drake’s hands taking hers and she opened her eyes.

“Since the day we walked into that bar in New York, I haven’t been with anyone, but you. I never wanted anyone but you. And no matter what Leona says, I would never touch anyone else.”

She nodded, tears streaming down her face, half happy, half relieved.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I love you so much,” she whispered and kissed him lightly.

“Have you?” He asked hoarsely. She shook her head.

“Never? Not even with Liam?”

She shook her head again. “Not even with Liam. It’s always been you.”

And then Drake kissed her, not lightly, not softly, not shyly, but like a husband that kissed his wife after being away from her for too long. Like a man who finally got his woman back. They were kissing not like strangers but like two people who knew each other for ages. Like they were making up for the lost time. Like they never had a break. Like they loved each other.

~~~~

“Why are you laughing?” Drake groaned. It was five in the morning and even though Drake was used to waking up early, he didn’t get enough sleep the night before.

“It’s just...” Riley chuckled into Drake’s chest. “When Leona called me yesterday I’m sure she didn’t expect she’d actually help us make up.” She motioned their naked bodies and Drake laughed.

“Oh definitely not. I’m tempted to call her and thank her.”

“Oh gosh, imagine her face,” Riled giggled.

They laughed and joked and kissed until it was time to get out of bed. Drake had some business with Liam and Riley had plans on her own. Plans she didn’t talk about with anyone.

If it worked out, it hopefully would be another step towards fixing their marriage and another reason to celebrate.

Riley took a deep breath; inhaling hope and exhaling doubts.

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locallyloathed · 1 year

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Error Code #1345 (Chapter 1)

Yandere!Ted x Schizoid!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

CW: None yet, but it’s an I Have No Mouth fanfic, so it’s gonna get dark.

Thanksgiving. A time for family and friends to all come together, to celebrate their successes, and to show appreciation for the lives they lead. Even a small gathering can bring people together and forge bonds that last for decades. Having a long weekend to spend relaxing and catching up with loved ones can be considered one of the fondest joys in the heart of any true-blue American.

That being said, I’m one menial conversation away from slamming my head into the kitchen counter. Spending a week in the ICU with a concussion has never seemed more appealing.

Most of the family is used to this. Those who grew up around me and watched me mature firsthand disregard my existence in the kitchen, all having congregated in the living room after the meal had come to a conclusion with no more than ten words spoken in my direction. They had learned by now that it was an exercise in futility to attempt to pull me into the room for a chat. Those a bit more distanced from me in my childhood had put in a good effort, but were disheartened by my apparent lack of interest and had left me to my own devices. One might think they’d remember my social shortcomings after so long, but they always seem to find a new sense of misguided hope by the time November rolls around. The new arrivals, in particular those who hadn’t been pulled aside and given the standard psychology lesson on the way in, were the only constant thorns in my side this time of year. Luckily, it’s limited to one this time around. Unluckily, unfounded perseverance seems to be a virtue of theirs.

“So, anything exciting planned for Christmas this year? Are you spending it with us? Your mom was showing me Christmas photos of the last few years, and her house and tree look so pretty! Do you help her decorate?”

Take the fucking hint already, Jesus Christ. My usual tactics of arriving last to avoid the pre-meal small talk and hiding in the kitchen to avoid the post-meal small talk are proving ineffective against the newcomer. I can’t even recall who exactly brought them. A cousin, I think? Something about them not having anywhere to go this year and not wanting to be alone? God forbid anyone make the decision to not spend all five days off cozying up to a crowd of people. If the prying into your personal life to see if you have a “valid excuse” doesn’t drive you mad, the social repercussions of them deciding you don’t will. I don’t know which is worse: the faux sympathy and invitations to borderline strangers’ Christmas parties, or the guilt trips and patronization from every extrovert in a ten mile radius.

I’m dragged out of my thoughts by a startling snap an inch away from my nose. Jumping, I pull my gaze away from the glass of wine I’ve been nursing for the last half hour to see this stranger staring me dead in the eye, as though expecting something from me. The two of us spend more than a few uncomfortable seconds having an impromptu staring contest. Upon realizing that she had no intention of breaking the silence, I raise my eyebrows, waving a hand to prompt her to say what she has to say.

The woman huffs. “Guess that’s a no.” When I don’t respond, awaiting elaboration, she crosses her arms and looks away toward the rest of the party as if pouting. “I asked if you were even listening. And clearly, you weren’t.”

Moving my own gaze back to the glass of wine, I mutter, “Not really, no.”

She looks back at me, a startled sound not unlike a laugh escaping her. “And what, you aren’t even gonna apologize?”

I move to take another sip of alcohol, preparing myself for the conversation I can already see coming. Licking my lips, I give a slight shrug. “Eh, wasn’t planning on it, no.” At her offended reaction, I continue, “If I wanted to chat, I’d be in there,” I move my glass in a vague gesture toward the living room. “With the others. If you want to chat, you should be in there, too.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to cheer you up,” she says, straightening up. “You spent the whole meal staring at your plate, and I thought you’d like some company.”

“Again.” A more pointed gesture to the other room, where a small wave of laughter compels me to wait a moment before proceeding. “Chatroom’s in there. I’m just waiting on a ride.” To emphasize this, I pull out my phone and hold it up to show her the confirmation from Uber that a car was on its way. I unlock the phone, begin to scroll mindlessly through a random app and take another sip of wine.

Unimpressed, the woman prods, “Why’d you even come if you were gonna be such a downer?”

“Free meal, free alcohol.”

“Unbelievable.” She scoffs. “Is that really all your family is to you?”

Heaving a hefty sigh, I shut my phone back off, shove it back into my pocket, and rub my face. I can feel the frustration in me approaching its boiling point, wishing more than anything for a moment’s peace. “Look, I’m really not in the mood to explain myself to someone I doubt I’ll even see again. Just leave me alone already.”

“No, enlighten me,” she presses, reaching to grab the wrist of my free hand. Sensing the movement, I jerk away, nearly spilling my drink. Her hand stops in its tracks, but the irritation on her face remains. “What’s your problem?”

“Right now, it’s you.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“God, your cousin was right. You’re so fucking rude.”

“I’m rude?” Setting the glass on the counter, I meet her stare, incredulous. “You show up to my family’s party, play pretend that you’ve been friends with us for years, pester the one person in the party that doesn’t want to play along, and somehow, I’m the rude one?”

The woman appears taken aback, stunned into a temporary silence. Just as she begins to regain composure, a new voice enters the tense atmosphere. “What’s going on in here?” My cousin’s head pokes around the corner, eyes narrowing as she zeroes in on me. “What did you do?”

I roll my eyes with a silent huff. “I didn’t do shit. She just refused to take a hint.”

Disregarding my answer, she looks from me to the woman, she asks, “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” she blurts out, pointing at me in accusation. “I was just trying to be nice and they started yelling at me!”

My cousin turns her gaze back to me, glaring daggers, as if daring me to respond. I meet the cold stare with a face of stone. She pipes up, addressing her friend without looking at her, “Did they now?”

A chime rings out from my back pocket. I give it my full attention, turning on the screen to see an announcement that my Uber driver was out front. I let out a small hum, reaching for the forsaken glass of wine on the counter and taking a big swig before dumping the remainder of the lukewarm liquor down the kitchen sink. As I look up, I see the two women continuing to stare at me. I point a thumb in the direction of the front door. “My ride’s here.”

Shaking her head, my cousin fully enters the kitchen, wrapping an arm around the stranger and herding her away to the living room with the rest of the family. I wait a moment before following them, veering hard to the side to walk straight for the door. If anyone notices me leaving, they don’t say anything. I dig around in the closet for my jacket, tug on my boots, and grab the door handle before sparing one last glance at my family. Only one is looking my direction; my mother, her face nigh unreadable. Was it disappointment that shown in her eyes? Irritation? Resignation? Maybe even shame? Whatever it was, it makes my heart sink into my stomach. Wrenching my eyes away, I pull open the door and step into the cold.

Frost nips at my nose from the moment I leave the warmth of the house, leaving me to huff out a breath to keep from sneezing. The rather unseasonal snow drifting down is thick enough that I have to squint through it to see the telltale cloud of exhaust from my idling driver. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I awkwardly make my way through the piling snow built up along the pavement, careful not to misstep and tumble into the icy yard. I strongly doubt the Uber driver would be too keen on letting me into their car while I’m soaking wet, and I have NO intentions of going back into that house.

Upon my approach, the passenger side window rolls down, revealing a man who appears to be in his 50’s, maybe even 60’s. He hollers out my name, and I give a curt nod in response before doublechecking his own. With a smile, he reaches over to his door and I can hear the lock click open. I open the rear door, shivering, sitting down sideways to shake the snow off my boots before sliding in the rest of the way and shutting the door behind me.

“Lotta cars parked out here!” His voice is gravelly, and from the smell of cigarette smoke that seems to cling to the air, I can hazard a guess as to why. “Must’ve been a hell of a party!” I glance up after buckling my seatbelt to see him looking at me through the rear view mirror. Just when I thought I might get some quiet time…

“Something like that,” I say, leaning back against the headrest. I begin to sort through my mental list of excuses to get strangers to leave me alone. I hated every second? Raises way too many invasive questions with no “right” answers. It was actually a funeral? High risk of pity, and I don’t have the energy to keep that lie going if he presses me. Deciding nothing beats the classics, I close my eyes and say in my bleariest tone, “Gave me a hell of a headache to match.”

I hear him give a sympathetic hum and put the car in drive, feeling the car strain momentarily against the piling snow before shifting forward onto the road. “That’s a shame. I won’t bother you none, then. You just get you some rest.”

Thank god.

I turn my head toward the window, cracking my eyes to watch the buildings roll past. Most of the windows are dark, and the driveways barren, only for one to appear fully lit up with a caravan parked in the front yard. I muse over the emotions in each packed home as they go by. If I try, I can see it in my head; moms and their sisters gossiping as they clean up the dinner table, older cousins trying to scare the younger ones before getting smacked in the head by a grandparent, uncles all sitting in the living room laughing up a storm at some half-baked comedy show on tv, moody teenagers hiding away in some corner to avoid the others.

Huh. I was one of those teenagers once. A lot of my cousins were too. So why did it only stick to me? The houses become less focused as I retreat further into my head. I know the clinical reasons, of course. Emotional neglect, abandonment issues, unlucky lot in the genetic lottery, all the good stuff. But it feels… unfair. I don’t want to be like them. I like my life. I like having my routines, and my privacy, and my own little fortress of solitude. But, then there are times like now, when the introspection that usually keeps me entertained makes me face a fact I try to avoid: I... want to want to be like them.

The little voice in the back of my mind that I’ve gotten good at snuffing out rears its head, trying to make me want to try and socialize, make me want to be all smiles and laughs in the living room with my family. It always re-emerges this time of year; just something in the air, I suppose. I tried to satiate it when I was younger, but it always felt like I was just playing a part to appease the people around me, and the overall experience just left me more bitter than ever. The voice shut up for a good long while, but when the time comes to stand amidst sparkling lights and the chill of the first snow, it crawls out of hibernation, begging, pleading for something more than an empty home and a solitary existence.

But, like always, I beat it back with rationale until it finally concedes, slinking it back into the recesses of my mind. I’m like this for a reason. People are fickle at best and plain exhausting at worst, and the less of them I have in my life, the better for everyone. Is it lonely? Sure. Humans are social creatures, and my nature runs counter to all the programming my DNA has. The hand I’ve been dealt sucks, but it’s what I have, and I’m gonna play it.

I mull over these thoughts for the duration of my ride, the blurry, meaningless silhouettes along the road pulling me deeper into my thoughts before forcing me back out as the car pulls to an abrupt stop. As I blink the haze from my vision, I make out the outline of my home, which appears almost foreign in the bleak lighting and heavy snowfall. The driver turns to me and says something that I don’t quite catch, dragging me all the way back to consciousness. Sitting up and stretching, I ask, “Sorry, what was that?”

The old man grins. “That good a nap, huh?” A soft, wheezing laugh forces itself through his throat, dying out as he notices my lack of response. “Just checkin’ that this is the place. Look right to you?”

With a curt nod, I unbuckle my seatbelt and double check my pockets. Phone, check. Earbuds, check. Bag of sweets discretely swiped from the party, check. Assured that it’s all there, I move to open the door, the cold wind forcing its way into the space. The shudder that makes its way up my stiff spine feels almost painful, garnering a brief wince of discomfort.

A spared glance at the rear view mirror reveals the man’s face, twisted into a look of concern. “You sure you’re alright there? Awful weather, and between you and me…” He turns in his seat to face me proper, leaning in as if to tell me a secret. Against better judgement, I lean in as well as he murmurs, “I’m gettin’ a real bad feeling something awful’s brewin’. Feel it in my bones.”

Sunken eyes bore deep into my own, and his wrinkled face reveals no trace of jest. Instead, as I sit in the cold, I find myself meeting a gaze of trepidation and pure, animalistic fear. Another shiver, not from the atmosphere outside the car, but from the one within it. Forcing myself to look down, I’m careful to keep the anxiety out of my voice. “I appreciate the concern, sir, but I can handle myself.”

He doesn’t look convinced. But, the icy wind seems to have finally reached him, snapping him out of his reverie. The stranger nods, straightening up in his seat. “Reckon you can. Yes, I reckon you can. Even so, you just be careful, you hear?” Eager to get into my warm home and out of this bizarre conversation, I give a hum of acknowledgment before fully sliding out of the car. I can almost feel the man taking a breath to continue, and I hasten to slam the door behind me and make for the front door. As I unlock it, the car’s headlights leave my peripheral, followed by the grumbling sounds of the engine. Finally, some peace and quiet.

Trudging my way through the entry way, I kick off my boots, take off my coat, and toss both haphazardly into the front closet. I shut the door and lean my forehead onto the cold wood, feeling as if my head were made of lead. Just as I think I may fall asleep standing up, the soft patter of footsteps and a deep chirp bring a tired smile to my face. On cue, a large black cat trots into the foyer, and I watch in bemusement as his furry, upside-down face pops out between my feet, staring up at me and giving a louder, more demanding chirp.

With an exaggerated sigh, I lift up the hefty animal, holding him close to my chest as he begins to rumble in approval. “Hey, bud,” I murmur, rubbing his side as I take a moment to appreciate the serenity. The cat wriggles in my arms to look me in the eye, and as I blink lazily at him, he melts further into my hold. I give him a soft squeeze, and receive a slight indignant chirp in response. I chuckle as I stroll into the kitchen, confirming that his food bowl is nearing empty. “Always just want something from me, don’t you?”

Thoroughly unamused by my deadpan accusation, the cat struggles in my arms. I release him, letting him thump to the floor and watching him patter over to the food cabinet, working in futility to open it despite his lack of thumbs. I move him to the side with my foot to grab the bag and nearly trip into him as I begin to scoop the pellets into the feeder. Going through the familiar process of filling up his bowl lulls me further into sleepiness. I entertain the notion of showering, washing my face, curling up in bed, but every step of my usual process feels daunting when weighed against my exhaustion. Deciding to do none of that, I instead stop to run my hand down my cat’s back as he chomps away, relishing in the soft purrs he emits. “Good boy.” I know he can’t understand me, but I like to think he knows what I mean.

As my mind continues to unwind, the old man’s strange warning staggers into my brain, and I feel my stomach twist slightly. He was just messing with me, right? Just a weird old guy that gets a kick out of telling spooky stories to strangers to freak ‘em out. Creeps like that are a dime a dozen around here, and getting all anxious over their words is just giving them what they want. No matter how much I reassure myself, every blink conjures an imagine of the fear in his eyes, leaving me with an empty sense of dread deep in my soul.

The feeling of something bumping onto my knee pulls me back. The cat appears to have finished eating and has now taken to rubbing against me, nearly knocking me over in my unbalanced crouch. A huff of a laugh escapes me as I give him a good scratch behind the ears. Pushing myself off the ground, I stumble into my living room, flopping down onto the couch. I barely have time to flip onto my back before a solid weight lays itself across my stomach. I debate moving him to change into something more comfortable than jeans and a thick winter shirt, but the soothing rumbles against my body shut down that train of thought quickly. My eyes, already tired from the evening’s events, drift closed without a fuss.

I don’t know how long I spent unconscious, whether it was a few minutes or several hours, but I do know the pain of a fifteen pound cat launching itself off my stomach startled me back into the real world. Claws graze the flesh of my stomach as I hear the solid slam of him hitting the floor and scurrying towards the kitchen. Bolting upright, I squint in the darkness, trying to locate the shadow that almost managed to scratch me through my shirt.

I catch a glimpse of bright green eyes, wide and unblinking, darting around the room as though to catch a glimpse of an unseen predator. This is an animal that has gotten into fights with dogs ten times his size and launches himself onto the kitchen cabinets with nary a thought, and he’s never once looked as small and vulnerable as he does in this moment. Concern courses deep in my body, and I drag myself off the couch to approach him. Crouching down to his level a few feet away, I begin to coo in a sleepy tone. “Buddy? You alright?” As my eyes adjust, I can make out his rough shape, his long fur sticking straight out, making his already considerable silhouette even bigger. When he doesn’t come any closer, or even seem to acknowledge me, concern begins to curdle into dread. “What’s wrong, bud? What hap-“

The earth shudders and groans deep beneath my feet, knocking me off balance and sending me crashing to the hardwood floor and sending the cat into another fit of hysterics. I regain my wits, scrambling to my feet and stumbling to the kitchen window to scour the dark world outside for a hint as to what just happened. Car alarms blare in surround sound, and I see several lights turn on in windows adjacent, but nothing appears to have caused such a sudden disturbance. I can feel the ground begin to rumble again, less powerful, but unstopping. I rush to my front door, hands tripping over each other as I rip open the closet to pull on my coat and fumble with my boots before stepping out into the pandemonium.

The alarms are louder now, filling the world with a piercing shriek as if the air itself were a wounded animal begging for release. I watch from the porch as neighbors stumble out into the deep snow, some with sobbing children clutched in their arms, others wielding guns as if they planned on shooting the freak earthquake to death. At least, I think it’s an earthquake. What else could it be?

At that moment, with a blinding flash of light, I watch in frozen horror as an explosion emerges in the distance. An invisible wave is sent hurtling towards my neighborhood, and I barely have time to brace myself against the doorframe as it washes over me. My very existence is shaken, my ears left ringing, but I can hardly complain as I watch those around me drop to the ground in an instant. I barely have time to process whether they’re even still alive before my eyes are drawn to that distant light once more, and the ache of sheer, existential terror that crashes over me is second to none.

The undeniable, expanding silhouette of a mushroom cloud forces itself deep into my soul.

Unable to look away, I watch the nightmarish blemish on the night loom closer and closer to my home. The rumbling is deeper now, as though taunting me. In what I imagine are my final moments, I throw a mindless prayer into the void: someone - an angel, a god, a demon, I don’t care - please, someone, anyone, help me!

For a silent, terrible second, the world goes still. I feel the ground beneath my feet tremble, and then I don’t feel it at all. The terrors I bear witness to fall away. Or, rather, I fall away. Air whizzes past my face at such an immense speed it hurts my eyes. The light, much further above me that it should have ever been, illuminates my environment, if only for a second. It’s not rocks or dirt that line the inexplicable chute I find myself in.

It’s metal. Rusted, corroded, warped metal. And there’s no end in sight.

As instantaneous as it arrived, the light is snuffed out as I register the slam of said metal crashing together above my head. I guess that’s one problem solved, but I struggle to celebrate my newfound “safety” as I continue to hurdle down into the depths of the earth. The only things racing faster that the wind in my ears are the questions in my brain.

What happened up there?

Who saved me?

Where am I going?

Why do I feel like I’m the unlucky one?

The rapid fire questions, the sudden disturbance of my sleep, and the sheer shock of it all makes me dizzy. As I feel myself lose consciousness, I get the feeling something awful is brewing.

I can feel it in my bones.

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Hello! Wolf/wolfdog enthusiast here! I was wondering if you had any books about wolves/wolfdogs that you really recomend? I saw your post about your, jsjs, bank account crying, so i figured you would be a good person to ask! Thank you!

Books on Wolves Masterpost

Hey hey! First off, I don’t have nearly as much books on wolfdogs as I do on wolves, that being said I am saving up for Living with Wolfdogs : An Everyday Guide to a Lifetime Companionship by Nicole Wilde and The Ultimate Guide to Wild Canines, Primitive Dogs, and Pariah Dogs: An Owner's Guide Book for Wolfdogs, Coydogs, and Other Hereditarily Wild Dog Breeds by Marjorie Daley, just to see if they have any helpful info (though I’m a bit skeptical on the whole owning of the animals, but I’m interested to see what it has in store). If anyone has any recommendations on wolfdog books I’d love to hear it!

So this was originally just going to be a quick recommendation post, but I’ve wanted an excuse to talk about the helpful books I’ve read for a while now. So in that case, welcome to a masterpost of wolf books!

1. The Rise of Wolf 8 & The Reign of Wolf 21 (and basically everything by Rick McIntyre)

These books involve real life observations of the life of two wolves (21m and 8m) and their packs. Rick McIntyre has an overwhelming amount of experience of working for the National Park Service in Yellowstone, and has included his findings of wolf behavior, never seen before interactions (he watched the first documented moment of an outside wolf joining a pack as a breeding male, which he includes in the book about wolf 21), etc. The books follow the lives of these amazing animals until they pass and are treasure troves of information that I highly recommend to any wolf lover!

Rick has also written The Redemption of Wolf 302 and a soon to be book on 06! Maybe we’ll get a book on Spitfire in the future?

2. War Against the Wolf: Americas Campaign to Exterminate the Wolf by Rick McIntyre

This book “Offers historical documents and modern articles documenting the evolution of attitudes toward wolves in America from 1630 to 1995, tracing the shift from policies of eradication to protection and re-establishment”. It really does give valuable insight to what wolves have faced over the centuries, but do be warned, wolves have dealt with incredibly gruesome deaths due to humans and if you’re sensitive to this topic you may want to skip this one.

3. A Society of Wolves by (you guessed it) Rick McIntyre

“This revised edition includes a new chapter with text and exclusive photos capturing the first year of the reintroduced Yellowstone National Park wolves. In addition, readers learn about the current wolf recolonization in Glacier National Park, the red wolf reintroduction programs in Great Smoky Mountains National Park and in the Southeast, and hoped-for wolf restoration in the Northeast and Southwest.” I personally found quite a bit of information I didn’t know while reading this book. What is it you say? Well I guess you’ll just have to read it!

4. American Wolf by Nate Blakeslee

Okay, get ready to sob when reading this book. Blakeslee tells the story of the famous wolf 06; her life, and death, is shared in this book in detail that will most likely leave you in tears. The author even got to meet with Steve Turnbull, the alias the man who killed 06 uses, and talked with him about 06 and his opinions on wolves themselves. It’s a heart wrenching yet beautiful book that I highly recommend.

5. Decade of the Wolf: Revised and Updated by Douglas W. Smith and Gary Ferguson

This book follows the lives (and deaths) of thirty one gray wolves imported from Canada into Yellowstone in 1995 and 1996. Smith, the leader of the project, and Ferguson tell of the trials and tribulations these animals faced, and if I’m not mistaken they even include the political side of it and how wolves got to the place they are now. 10/10 highly recommend!

6. Wolves on the Hunt by L. David Mech and Douglas W. Smith

The holy grail of hunting books, Smith and Mech have accumulated hundreds of accounts of wolves hunting their prey. This ranges from elk and moose to bighorn and deer, as well as miscellaneous prey like hares or rabbits and more! Although most of wolf hunts end in failure (around 90% to be exact!), this book shows how wolves will last hours to days waiting for a good opening to take down their prey. I absolutely adore this book and it is very, very helpful when studying wolf hunting behavior.

7. Have I mentioned Dave Mech?

L. David Mech is one of the top wolf biologists in the field and has an immense amount of experience working with wolves. Basically any book by him I’d recommend. However, there is one book that you should avoid due to the misinformation on alphas. This is one of his older books, and he himself has asked the publisher to stop printing it, but they won’t listen. I can’t remember the name as of now, but when I do I’ll edit this post to give you a heads up!

Alright, there is a LOT more I could recommend, but I don’t want to make this post too long (maybe there’ll be a part two when I get more books in?) and my internet is being weird and I really don’t want all this to get discarded by accident. So! I hope you all enjoyed this and if there’s any books you guys have read that you think are pretty cool, do tell!

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tr4pnests · 1 year

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runaway love

this is my first proper post i guess! i write but normally just for my eyes, i really enjoyed writing this so i thought i'd share it! please be easy on me... this was so nerve wracking to post.

this has beck and michiko to hatchin themes/influences throughout! they're some of my favourite shows/animanga.

pairing: minami ryusuke x reader

oc x eiji kimura

word count: 713

warnings: cursing.

this is the first mini chapter to the whole kind of story i'm writing! enjoy.

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‘give up. you’re not going to find him.’ nelle said harshly leaning against the door frame looking at your back, watching as you mindlessly shoved items of clothing into your slightly worn out black duffle bag.

‘i don’t care nelle. he has something of mine that i want b-‘

‘you’re kidding right? you’re going to put your life at risk to get a silly necklace back? do you hear yourself? if you’re going to fucking lie at least make it believable. you sound ridiculous.’ she spat as she walked further into the room, causing you to turn to face her. your eyes had little to no emotion behind them, nelle’s heart to sank as she stared back at you.

she let out a slow sigh. seeing her best friend like this hurt her, she hated that she was still hung up on that coward. she hated him for what he had done to her.

‘i don’t expect you to understand.’

‘no i don’t fucking understand y/n, the man left ! he LEFT you for god knows what reason, what’s wrong with you? did all sense just go out the window the second he left? what did he do to you?’ nelle attempted to grab onto your shoulder but you had pushed her away gently.

‘i want my necklace back nelle. i’m going to get it… nothing will stop me from getting it back.’ you look down at your legs for a moment trying to hold back the tears that began to flood your eyes, you take a moment to compose yourself - turning back around to mindless packing.

you knew you were making excuses, you didn’t care about the necklace that much… you were just too embarrassed to say that you had wanted ryusuke back. the only man you have ever loved…disappeared, leaving only a shitty hand written letter saying sorry attached with a polaroid of the two of you at your happiest.

in the photo ryusuke had an arm around you tightly and the other holding the camera, his face was mushed on the side of yours while you smiled at the camera with your arms around his neck. you were sitting in your living room that night drinking and laughing about various things together as you usually did after the dinner you had made for both of you.

you take one last look at the polaroid before shoving it into the bag, zipping it closed, grunting slightly as you put it over your shoulder, slowly walking past your friend almost as if this was the last time you’d be in the same room together.

‘wait i’m going with y-‘ nelle grabs onto your arm, stopping you from walking any further away from the room.

‘no…nelle…i have to go by my-‘ you struggled to get out as you tried to escape her hold.

‘i’m not losing you to that man… i’ll…i’ll…kill him before that happens.’ she blurted out, nelle was unsure if that last part was fitting for the moment but she meant it at the bottom of her heart.

you stand by the door frame for a second and begin to laugh. ‘you’ll kill him?’

the sound of your laugh lowered the tension in the room for a moment, allowing the both of you to relax slightly.

‘yes! that’s what i said! i’ll take eiji’s gun when he’s not looking, find ryusuke and i’ll shoot that son of a bitch for hurting you’ she rambles as she rushes to pack a bag as well which only causes you to laugh hysterically.

‘at least let me give him a hug before you do…’ you smile at her, unaware of the fact you had blown your cover.

‘why would you need to hug him? you just want your necklace back, no?’ nelle smiled back but raised a brow at your comment.

you're taken aback by this and turn to face the door in embarrassment. ‘what are you trying to say? that’s all i’m going for!’

nelle bursts into laughter as she gets up from the ground with her bag. ‘i’m your best friend y/n, i knew what you really meant from the time you decided to leave.’

you huff and walk towards the front door, too embarrassed to continue talking about the situation.

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