#Learn from your mistakes {Quinn}

[nakitengoku]

Phoenix no you can’t do this again. Remember what happened last time

I was smart this time, I prommy. But also, she started it, this is just payback for when she bonked me while I couldn't retaliate

#quinn answers #hi rex :) #listen. ive learned from my mistakes #i now know that the reset happens at 12am EST which is 9pm for me #which means that directly before 9pm if i havent already hit post limit i can reblog bomb the shit out of it #and it wont affect me for long enough to matter #and i had to. she reblogged like. a hundred AFTWR she knew i couldnt do anything #im petty. i remember #but i am sorry for our mutuals who are caught in the crossfire. your sacrifices will be remembered o7 (however unwilling)

[bedsyandco]

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓

✰ PAIRING — fem!reader x quinn hughes

✰ SUMMARY — in which Quinn returns home to Michigan for christmas and runs into his old girlfriend! this takes place christmas ‘23!!

✰ CONTENT — nothing I can think of? potential spelling mistakes bc no matter how much I check I still find them days later

✰ WC — 2.54K

✰ NOTE — inspired by phoebe bridgers’ scott street!! as always I love writing Quinny and I hope you enjoy it!! I don’t like this but … here we are. please do tell me what you thought about it…I’m always curious what you guys think!!

Michagan has always been special. No matter where life took you, returning to Michigan and visiting the city you grew up in, always felt like coming home. Even three years after graduating from university and moving away, nothing compared to the feeling of driving the streets where you had your first fall and scraped your knee open, the streets where you learned to drive for the first time, the park where you had your first kiss. Michigan will always be special and it will always be home but coming back always leaves you with the biggest ache in your chest.

There’s a reason you haven’t been back to Ann Arbor since you graduated. This place held too many memories. Too many “what ifs” or “what could’ve beens” It was like one big memory box, every corner you turned reminded you of something, someone. And while usually you weren’t opposed to taking a stroll down memory lane and being reminiscent about past years, somehow it always led to one year, one summer, one moment, one person. Quinn Hughes.

You met him your freshman year at Michigan, both of you in the same class. You were late to class the first day, uncharacteristic of you and a result of a missed alarm that morning, and you got stuck sitting in the only open seat left, the one next to Quinn. You’re sure it would have been sat in earlier if it wasn’t for the bag he put on it. You still get the urge to laugh when you remember the expression on his face when you approached that very seat. As if he was actually considering having you sit on the floor just so he didn’t have to share his space. Knowing everything you do now, you had no doubt that he had a mental image of Ellen scolding him for his bad manners and that’s the only reason he scrambled to accommodate you.

Somehow as luck would have it you were partnered up for a big project and spent a lot of time together. And Quinn Hughes went from a reluctant seat partner to your closest friend, to the man who you were hopelessly in love with and was lucky enough to call your own. The next two years you had been glued to his side and wherever he went, everyone knew you weren’t far behind.

Perhaps that’s why everyone had a shock when you didn’t follow him to Vancouver when he left after two years. You had many nights that summer where you had debated it, the decision to move to a new country for a guy you had been dating for less than two years. The fact that you even considered it at all should have already been an indication of how much you loved him. But when he did eventually ask if you’d do it, you knew that you couldn’t and turned him down. You had dreams and goals and plans of your own and none of those consisted of moving to Vancouver.

The idea of moving to a new country, in the middle of your degree, where you didn’t know anything or anyone didn’t particularly sound like a joyful experience, no matter how much you loved Quinn. But you also didn’t expect the two years after Quinn left to be as hard as they were. Somehow you had gotten so wrapped up in your relationship that every aspect of your life revolved around him. Where you hung out, who you were friends with, what routes you drive to school. You felt alone when he left, you felt isolated, you felt misunderstood. Because the only way you fit into that life you had built for yourself was if Quinn was next to you, and he wasn’t anymore.

Quinn made it big and moved on to bigger and better things and you were just the girl he left behind that was stupid enough to turn him down when he begged you to go with him. And so the last two years of what was supposed to be the best years of your life turned into one big pity party thrown by everyone you met. People who once envied you for getting to be with him, now pitied you for losing out on him.

You’d only been with him two years and yet he destroyed the memories of the place you called home for the 18 years prior to that. And it wasn’t those last two years and the pitying looks that ruined Michigan for you, it was the fact that they were right. The fact that you still thought about him and those two years you got to have him. The fact that you’ve compared every guy you’ve met and been with to him and none of them have ever measured up. The fact that staying in Michigan only resulted in awkward social situations, a piece of paper stating your degree that you could’ve gotten at any institute, and regrets. Lots of regrets. The fact that every time you come to Michigan, it’s all that you can think about. It haunts you.

And because you like to torture yourself, this year on your annual visit home, you somehow ended up at his favourite cafe. You had spent more time here than anywhere else when you were dating. It was the place you had your first study session, your first date, your first “I love you”, and also your last goodbye.

As fate would have it your first time seeing him since you guys broke up would also be at this café, because as you entered the relatively empty room, it’s as if your whole body could sense him, your eyes shooting to where he was sitting in the corner of the room, a coffee and a bagel in front of him, folding the napkin in front of him as many times as he could until is was small enough to push in between the salt and pepper that was on the table.

You always wondered what it would be like to see him again. What your response would be to those fight, flight or freeze instincts. You briefly considered it…fleeing. But as soon as you laid your eyes on him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. Observe. Admire. You always knew Quinn was going to be handsome once he matured a little bit. Got out of the teen-early adult phase. And while you had seen him on social media occasionally, seeing him over a screen didn’t do him any justice. Nor did it have the same effect on you it’s currently having. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and walk over to Quinn. As if it recognized that it was the same guy that cherished, loved and swore to protect it all those years ago.

When his gaze shoots up to meet yours, that pounding in your chest ceases completely, leaving you to put your palm over your heart, just to ensure that it was still beating, and to soothe the ache that seeing those green eyes unexpectedly caused. The ache only worsens when his lips tip up into a friendly, familiar smile. His head tilting slightly as he sits back, as if he was beckoning you over and before you had even registered what was happening, your feet began moving in his direction.

“Hey,” you say softly when you reach his table and his lips quirk, obviously amused that after all this time that’s how you decide to greet him.

“Hey. Sit please,” Quinn says, gesturing to the chair across from him and you take a seat

“Didn’t expect to see you here. What are the odds…” you say. It was a few days before Christmas, and you knew that the Canucks had a few days off before then so maybe you shouldn’t be as surprised that Quinn decided to come home early for a few days. You paid a little too much attention to the Canadian team than you would like to admit.

“Yeah, it’s an unexpected surprise for sure. A good one though. I came home for Christmas for a few days, decided to stop by here. I haven’t been here in a while,” Quinn says and you nod.

“Well how are you? How are things? Hockey? The family?” you ask, rambling a bit and Quinn chuckles fondly, he knew it was a nervous habit of yours.

“I’m good. Really good. Hockey is good. The team’s heading in the right direction, better than last season that’s for sure. The family is good. Busier than ever but all happy and healthy,” Quinn replies

“That’s good. Yeah I can imagine. Jack’s breaking records left and right and it’s Lukey’s rookie season. And you’re captain now. Big things happening in the Hughes family,” you say and Quinn nods. If he’s surprised that you know that much about him and his brother’s careers he doesn’t let it show. You briefly wonder if he kept tabs on you too. Wondered what you were doing with your life. Career. Dating.

You then come to the conclusion that he’d probably have a harder time trying to figure out details of your life since it isn’t broadcasted like his are. You were snapped out of your thoughts when the server asks you your order and your cheeks tint a little when you realise you walked through the door and straight over to Quinn without even placing an order. To the server it probably looked like you were meeting him for lunch, so some of the embarrassment fades a little and after you place your order, you turn your attention back to Quinn.

“Congratulations on being named captain by the way. It’s a huge achievement Quinn, and I don’t think it’s any surprise that Vancouver is having the year they’re having after naming you captain,” you say and his cheeks redden slightly, fingers tightening against the coffee cup.

“Thank you. I mean there’s a lot of things going into it. The coaching change, the new additions to the team, new playing structures, I don’t think it’s me necessarily…” Quinn says, smiling sheepishly when he sees the expression on your face. He was never good at taking compliments.

“What about you? I heard you opened your own marketing agency? That’s huge, congratulations.” Quinn says and you can’t keep the smile from spreading across your face

“Thank you. And you heard? From who?” you ask teasingly

“Your mom and my mom still talk. She always asks about you, and reports back to me. I still talk to your brother too so…” Quinn trails off and you gape at him

“You still talk to my brother?” you ask incredulously

“Yeah, not often but we catch up every now and then,” he says and you don’t know if you find it sweet that he still kept in contact with your little brother who looked up to him so much or if you felt a little bitter that he could keep in touch with your brother but not you. If only you knew that most of their conversations were about you anyway.

“What about Josh? Brady? You keep in contact with them right…how are they?” you ask and Quinn smiles. Josh was at Michigan with both of you and you and him still followed each other on social media. You guys were friends, you just understandably drifted a little when you and Quinn broke up. You met Brady one summer at the lake house and you had instantly taken a liking to him.

“Josh is good. See him all the time when I come home in the summer. Brady got married. That’s still so weird to say,” Quinn says with a shake of his head and you laugh.

“I saw! Who would’ve thought he’d be the first one to get married. He looks really happy though. Good for him,” you say and both you and Quinn go quiet for a moment after that. There was a time everyone had thought the two of you would be the first ones to get married. You wonder if Quinn’s mind wandered to the same place yours did. To those 2AM conversations you had about your future, what type of house you want, a dog, how many kids. Your relationship with Quinn had always progressed fast, and you had no doubt that if you did follow him to Vancouver, you would have ended up engaged a summer or two after, and probably got married by now. Your heart stings thinking about it.

Thinking about how if you made one or two choices differently you could’ve been married to the man sitting across from you. You could have kissed his bruises after a game, nursed his injuries instead of checking for updates on when he was set to return because you were worried and too scared to reach out and ask him how he was doing. You could have been there to celebrate his milestones with him instead of slyly liking the posts on social media and hoping he would see it and know how proud you were of him. You could have had a lot of things…in another life. If you had done things differently.

Your thoughts get interrupted by the server placing your cup of coffee on the table and you take that as an opportunity to escape. There was no use in sitting here and torturing yourself by daydreaming about all the things you could’ve done differently. You couldn’t change them. You just had to move on and live with them.

“I should get going. This was a pit stop on the way to meeting a friend, and I’m running a bit late. It was nice seeing you, Quinn. Don’t be a stranger,” you say, standing up and grabbing your coffee, knowing this was likely the last time you were going to see him in who knows how long? Another five years? Maybe forever…

“Yeah, you too. Happy holidays and tell your parents I say hi,” Quinn says and you nod, grabbing your cup and practically sprinting out of the café

When you get to your car, you take a moment to collect yourself, clenching the steering wheel tight and taking a shaky breath. You hesitate for a moment before switching on the car and driving away from the cafe. Away from him. And the more distance gets put between you and him, the more you wonder about the next time you return to Michigan. And the time after that. You wonder if you’ll always have a heavy heart when coming home. If you’ll always have a hole in your heart that Quinn used to occupy. If you’ll always think about all the things you wish you could go back and change. Things you wish you could do differently.

And you wonder if this exchange will be the little cherry on top of the “regretting my life choices” cake. If you’ll come back next Christmas and think about how you just had a chance to fix all the mistakes you made. Had a chance to reconnect with the one you let slip away. Had a chance to rectify all those regrets that always plague your mind and you just…didn't.

#quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #nhl x reader #Spotify

[nastyaromatherapy]

Hiii I love ur work mwah mwah

Could u make some stuff for Gf Ethan as the readers Bf . Like a list of the different things happen to reader that they're unaware is by Ethan to trap her with him.

Ex: As Gf making the reader break her leg or arm so she has to relay on Ethan to take care of her.

Just a list of stuff like that

bf ghostface ethan headcanons 😽

wc: 700+ cw: mentions of sex, sociopathic ethan, reader's colorblind, a little dark but not rlly

๋࣭ ⭑ you met Ethan in econ class when your teacher paired you two for a project. you both hit it off instantly. it didn't take long for y'all to start dating, you making the first move of course.

๋࣭ ⭑ after that, the two of you were inseparable, two peas in a pod. you were never seen without ethan, and you never realized it was all subliminal.

๋࣭ ⭑ ethan was a master manipulator, a sociopath if you will. he wasn't toxic, he wasn't trying to use you, but he needed you. to be around you at all times. he knew someday you would leave him. girls like you didn't like to settle down, and often nice guys finished last. that was his ideology.

๋࣭ ⭑ first, he had to turn you away from your friends. he had to be your only emotional outlet. besides, since your friends were pretty sane, he knew that they would worry for you at some point, and maybe try and drive you away from him, which couldn't happen.

๋࣭ ⭑ he would casually talk about how he didn't like them while on dates, and he'd find the smallest things about your friends to turn you against them,

“the one with the wavy hair, yeah, i think she was kinda, laughing at me. it's okay if i'm embarrassing you, i'll wait in the car.”

๋࣭ ⭑ in turn, you would give the girls a piece of your mind and continued with your life, your long life in his captivity.

๋࣭ ⭑ now friendless, the only person you could talk to was him, which he loved. he loved whenever you were vulnerable and confided in him, even sometimes spilling a bit too much. you knew he had issues and was angry, but you never thought he'd ever actually kill for you.

๋࣭ ⭑ he could never let you know that he's killed before though. he knew you were soft and not like him. he was aware that if you had found out there would be no saving it, no coming back.

๋࣭ ⭑ so he did everything in secret, chalked it up to coincidence. you puked in bed, leading him to have to nurse you back to health? must've been the shrimp. the town is on lockdown due to the deaths recently, all of them being people that you despised or despised you? karma.

๋࣭ ⭑ the sweet boy persona worked so well, even having you fooled. even when he dicked you down into the mattress, claiming you, making you say you'd never leave him and that he was the only boy for you, you thought he just cared about you.

๋࣭ ⭑ he cared about nobody but himself. you were the closest he's ever got to caring for someone. he wanted to hurt anybody who hurt you, going lower than those who went low. but that was because he knew if they really hurt you, you'd be gone, and that wouldn't be good for him. it was always about him.

๋࣭ ⭑ even once, you insisted to go roller skating with some classmates you didn't even classify as friends, yet, but you would. so, he followed you. he couldn't just force you to stay home, but you needed to learn a lesson.

๋࣭ ⭑ he would cower around the rink as Quinn, his accomplice, "accidentally" crashed into you. For safe measure, she cushioned herself with knee and elbow pads. You, already great at skating, had nothing to help break your fall.

๋࣭ ⭑ you yelped loud enough for the whole plex to hear, your arm broken. Quinn was quick to apologize for the "mistake," it all being a face as she shared the same sociopathic traits with her brother.

๋࣭ ⭑ your friends took you to the hospital, and you called him unaware that he was still following you, already on his way.

๋࣭ ⭑ he coddled you when he saw you laying in bed with a cast on your arm, and you were quick to hug him as much as you could.

“I let you out of my sight for a couple of hours, god, promise you won't leave me again.”

“I won't Eth, I'm so sorry. I promise.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry drabble #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fic #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry angst #scream #scream iv #jack champion x reader #jack champion oneshot #jack champion imagine #jackchampion #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry smut #nastyaromatherapy #ethan landry headcanons #ethan landry x fem!reader

[lizstory]

Betrayal

Ethan Landry x fem reader (Stu Machers niece)

warnings- Scream 6 Spoilers! death

summary- Ethan wasn't the person you thought he was. He was your boyfriend, the loving, sweet, awkward boy you met when you came to New York, but that wasn't the case. He was someone else, something else.

wordcount- 1,400

A/n- I want to write more Ethan stories. some preghostface and some during ghostface killing. I also will be wrtiting more marvel characters so if you have any request please leave some!

To keep the last name Macher was a mistake. You had never thought about it before till this very moment. Standing before Quinn and Ethan, or so you thought, who Ethan was. He was your loving boyfriend there for you when people approached you asking if your uncle was still alive and if you would turn out just like he did. Stu Macher had died way before you were born, so you never got to meet him, but you did take an interest in learning about him. He was family, after all, despite being a serial killer. THE serial killer that partly inspired the rest of the Ghostface killers. 

"Maybe my mother was right," You sighed, closing your laptop. 

Ethan rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing your pain. He knew about your past no matter how fast you tried to escape it. You trusted him. He placed a soft kiss on your temple. "Don't be too hard on yourself, baby." 

You rubbed your face. All you wanted to know was why your uncle did it all. He and Billy Loomis created a world where everyone had to double-take over their shoulder to ensure no one was following them. Was he indeed just a psychotic like your mother described? She always hated when you took an interest in what happened all those years ago, saying that becoming a killer runs in the family. 

"He was just a sick fuck. Doing all of this just for fun" Your heart ached, he was a killer, but he was your uncle. You created a version of him in your mind, where he was alive and well. He was the fun uncle that took you to eat a shit ton of junk food and always got you in and out of trouble. 

Ethan pulled you closer by his side, your head leaning on his shoulder. "You aren't like him, love." 

"Y/n right now is not the time to zone out!" Sam yelled

Quinn burst laughing, and the knife pointed at you. "And the funny part is that you believed Ethan got with you because he loved you." 

You stared at him. This whole time your eyes were glued onto him. He didn't smile when his gaze met yours. You had no idea what to feel at the moment. You were mad that he did this but wanted to burst into tears because, finally, someone knew the true you and loved you. 

"His favorite was Stu Macher, so you don't even know how excited he was to find out that the girl that was crushing on him was actually related to The Stu Macher" Quinn was satisfied with the fear in your eyes. She needed everyone in that room to feel the pain she was feeling. "He was so fascinated to hear about your family's details. You took him in and trusted him with everything." 

Your eyes prickled with water. They found their way back to Ethan. "Fuck you" 

"You all deserve this. You killed our fucking brother!" Quinn screamed 

Realization hit everyone. This wasn't the family that they pretended to be. This was a grieving family, and if they were after Tara and Sam, their brother's death had to do with what happened to them in Woodsboro. 

"Your Richie's family," Tara whispered. 

Sam stared at Bailey. His eyes filled with anger. His son was killed, and he was standing before his murder. "He was so pathetic," Sam whispered, gun pointing at her head. "He made his girlfriend do all the killing, then cried like a baby when I slit his throat," she spat with venom.

Bailey was inches from pulling the trigger, but Sam jabbed the knife in his hip. Quinn ran to help her dad. You tackled her to the ground before she could reach your friend. You pulled the knife out of your back pocket—the knife your uncle used to kill all his victims. Quinn's knife fell out of her grip when you tackled her.

"My mother always said it was in my blood to become a killer," You whispered. The knife was high up in the air and came crashing down to the middle of her chest. Before it made contact, arms were wrapped around your waist and pulled you up, then backward. 

"Y/n!" Tara yelled

You wanted to reach out to her hand and have her come and help you, but she would already be occupied. "Tara, watch out!" You screamed before being pulled behind a curtain. 

Ethan let go of his grip. You quickly turned around, and the restraint on the knife's handle only tightened, finally being face-to-face and alone with Ethan. He didn't run to attack. He didn't even take a stand to protect any vulnerable areas. You were relieved he wasn't attacking. You had no idea if you could even go through with hurting him. He was sick and used you to learn about his favorite fucking killer, but he was still the loving boyfriend you had all those moments with. 

"You have to understand why we are doing this" His voice was shaky. 

"I don't" You wanted to yell at him but also wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, bury your face into his chest, and wake up from this nightmare. "My brother is gone because Richie was so involved in scary movies, but you don't see me becoming a killer." 

Ethan stayed silent. He wasn't the only one grieving the loss of an older brother. He never understood why you didn't get revenge, why you didn't crave the feeling of the blood being splattered all over you as your victim screamed for help, but they'd be too late. 

You drop your knife on the ground as your tears fall down your face. "I trusted you." 

Ethan stepped closer, but you only moved back. He stayed still, knowing he couldn't hold you anymore. "What I felt was real." 

"Fuck you, Ethan" Your voice couldn't even be at its average volume no matter how hard you tried. "I believed you loved me. That performance deserved a fucking Oscar" You wiped the tears that screamed down your face. It felt wrong to wipe them away. Ethan always did it for you. 

"Baby, I did love you. I loved you so much" He stepped closer again, and you didn't step away this time. It looked like your body was fighting itself from going to him. He walked in front of you, his figure hovering over you. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up. "I still love you. You can walk away, and nothing will happen to you. We can live the life we were building together"

It sounded nice, but it could never happen. Ethan and his family hurt too many of your friends. He made a wound that could never be recovered. You placed a hand on his jaw, pulling his face in closer. He stared at your lips. Was this you accepting his offer? You closed the gap. His hand snaked to your waist while your hand was placed onto his shoulder, stabilizing your balance. The kiss was deep, salvia connecting your mouths in the moments you pulled away. 

"I'll love you forever." 

That was the last thing Ethan heard. The next moment, him falling to his knees. He looked up, tears streaming down your face and a knife in your hand. When had you grabbed your knife off the floor? He looked down and saw his hip was impaled. You fell to your knees, holding his weight in your arms. He didn't try to attack you too. He could never hurt you like that. You were too pretty to be harmed. He just sat there, finding comfort in his last moments being in your arms, the arms of the one person he loved. Your heart was pure, and he would forever hate himself for tainting it with this situation. 

He strained a smile, your sobs hurt him, but he liked to think about what kind of life he would've had with you if none of this had ever happened. If Ghostface wasn't real and his family wasn't influenced by it. Would he still have met you? He would have. Quinn was wrong. He wasn't with you just because you were Stu Macher's niece. He was with you because you were you. 

You placed his body on the ground. His breathing was gone, and his heart stopped. He was gone, and the blood was on your hands now. You wanted to stay there. Crying into your dead boyfriend's chest, praying that he would magically come back and tell you this was just a joke. At least then, he would hug you and tell you everything was ok. You forced yourself away from his body. He wasn't the only killer, and your two friends were still left alone with them. 

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[moondustpugh]

Midnight smoking with Joe, fluffy stuff, lingering touches sharing cigarettes.

Midnight Company

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe couldn't sleep because there was something he couldn't stop thinking about, and you just came home from a failed attempt of meeting someone at the pub because you couldn't seem to be so interested in anyone at all. However, you both knew there was a reason why you both couldn't keep your minds clear.

Author's Note: This request has been sitting in my inbox, and I have been wanting to do it. So, here you go! :)

Wordcount: 2K

“Ah, I see you’re still awake.” 

You entered the flat just a little right after midnight and found Joe sitting on the sofa. The living room lights were turned off and the only thing illuminating the room was the television. He was watching an episode of Succession, and you knew then that he couldn’t sleep. Being flatmates with Joe for the last two years had made you learn the little things he did whenever something was bothering him. Smoking at the balcony at 1am because he couldn’t seem to figure out what he needed to do for the character he was playing. Sitting on the sofa and watching one of the episodes of the show he was currently watching meant he couldn’t sleep for some reason. 

Joe let out a soft groan, throwing his head back on the sofa and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He muttered. 

You kicked off your shoes and walked towards him in the living room and flopped yourself down next to him on the sofa. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl that was sitting on his lap.

“Hey!” Joe grabbed your wrist. “Make your own.”

“Don’t be so selfish.” You teased him, pulling your wrist away from his grip before putting the handful of popcorn in your mouth.

Joe chuckled softly and shook his head as he grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it at you. 

“See, now you’re just wasting food.” You rolled your eyes before reaching over to grab more. 

Joe threw his head back on the sofa and let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you focused your attention on the television. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you for a moment. 

“How was your night?” Joe finally asked. 

You shrugged, “It was okay.”

“I’m surprised you came home this early or that you came home at all.”

You side eyed him for a moment before shrugging again and stuffing your face with a handful of popcorn. He knew that you went out tonight with your friends, but you were also hoping that you would meet someone at the pub tonight. 

“Men are assholes.” You murmured. 

Joe couldn’t help but let out a laugh and moved himself a little closer to you and said, “Not all of them.”

You threw your head back on the sofa and turned your head to face him. His chocolate button eyes were sparkling as he gave you a playful smile. Joe was always like that. Even if you two had made an agreement that nothing would happen between the two of you, you still felt your heart beat out of your chest every time those eyes stared into yours. You both had one night of mistake—at least that was what you two had agreed on— and promised each other it wasn’t going to happen again. 

It was the beginning of the year last year, and you both got too drunk during New Year’s Eve, and you both didn’t even remember much of what happened. Again, that was what you told yourself at least. You didn’t know if Joe was lying too, or he truly didn’t remember it. You, however, remembered that night crystal clear, but you didn’t want anything weird between the two of you, so you told him that you didn’t remember anything. Since that night, you two agreed that you both just got too drunk and got carried away since both of you were single. 

That was all. 

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t stop thinking about it. That didn’t mean that you were okay with it because you had told yourself many times to move on from it because Joe didn’t feel the same. However, you always found yourself pushing other men that you would meet at the pub because they weren’t like him. They weren’t Joe. 

God, you were pathetic. 

You needed to let go of these unrequited feelings. 

“Hmm…” You hummed softly, giving him a soft smile. “Oh, yeah? And is that one of them, you?”

Joe shrugged and just stared at you with a smile tugging on his lips. You let out a belly laugh as you stared at the ceiling. Letting your head rest on the sofa was making your head spin from the alcohol you had drank tonight, and you were sure Joe also had some considering the amount of beer bottles that were sitting on the coffee table. 

“Wanna go for a smoke?” Joe got up from the sofa, reaching his hand towards you. 

“Yeah, sure.” You took his hand in yours and followed him out the balcony. 

Lighting the cigarette, you leaned against the metal railing and stared at the starry night sky. It was quiet, and the streets were empty. It was almost so peaceful and unreal. 

“So, how come you haven’t met anyone that interested you?” Joe asked.

You didn’t know if you wanted him to press this subject because honestly at your state right now, you didn’t know if you could just stay cool and tell him some lame excuse as to why you weren’t so interested in anyone other than him. 

After letting out a puff of smoke, you shrugged again. “Like I said, men are assholes.”

Joe laughed, shaking his head. “Even I don't believe that. It has been months. You’re telling me they’re all assholes?”

You tilted your head, brows furrowing. “Why do you care so much? Is this what happens when you can’t sleep? You just get into everyone’s business?”

A playful smile tugged on your lips and Joe took a step forward towards you. His eyes studied you for a moment, and it only made your knees weak. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it definitely was making your insides turn. 

“I just care.” Joe murmured. “There’s no way a man would let you go that easily even if you refused them.”

“Well, they’re all assholes and cowards then.” You inhaled your cigarette one more time before finally putting it out. 

You chuckled softly and stared at the night sky for a moment. You didn’t have to look for you to realize that Joe was just staring at you. You didn’t want to turn and face him. You were too scared. You may have drank tonight, and your head was spinning, but you knew you were close to stepping over the line. 

“Well, what about you? Since you’re so interested in my personal life, how come you haven’t gone out there either? I’m sure all the girls are all over you since you’re so famous now.”

Joe laughed and said, “None interests me either.”

His answer sort of made your heart skip a beat. You were being way too vulnerable. At this point, you were telling yourself that you were being delusional for hoping that maybe Joe hasn’t dated anyone because maybe he felt the same. Walking back inside the flat, you grabbed yourself a bottle of beer, which probably wasn’t such a good idea and flopped yourself back on the sofa. 

“Hm… I guess I’m not the only picky one here.” You teased him, taking a sip of your beer. 

“Okay, so why are you so picky? What are you looking for in a guy?” Joe settled himself next to you on the sofa. 

You glanced up at the ceiling as you thought about his question. However, there wasn’t anything that was popping up in your mind because you already knew the answer. But you had to make some kind of excuse, right?

“I don’t know. Someone that doesn’t bore me to death.” You laughed. “What about you?”

Joe shrugged. “Not sure, honestly. I haven’t thought about that.”

You raised your brow at him. You may be lying to him, but he definitely wasn’t a good liar when it came to his excuses. 

“You’re such a liar!” You laughed, taking a piece of popcorn and throwing it at him. 

“Me? You’re the one who couldn’t answer my question too.” Joe laughed.

You grabbed more popcorn as you flicked more towards him, making his jaw drop in shock. Laughters echoed in the living room as Joe tried to defend himself, but you were at this point just making a mess in the living room.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Joe laughed, trying to use the throw pillow as a shield. 

He then grabbed you by the wrists gently as you stared into each other’s eyes. You felt your heart beating so fast that it was roaring in your ears. You stared at Joe’s chest that was also heaving as he moved closer to you. You felt the air between the two of you shift, and you knew that you were about to cross the line. 

“Joe…” You whispered as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. 

“Am I part of your asshole list?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head so fast that your mind was spinning for a moment. 

“Never.” You replied, voice so low. 

You could feel your hands tremble as your eyes stared at Joe’s lips. His fingers slowly grazed your cheek before letting his thumb traced the outline of your lips. It sparked something inside of you, and you couldn’t explain what it was. All you knew was that the alcohol was running through your veins, and Joe being this close to you was electrifying every bone of your body. 

“Good.” Joe murmured. “Because you were right. I am a liar.”

You bit your bottom lip as you held in your smile. 

“Oh?” You raised your brow at him, your eyes suddenly staring down at both of your hands. “How so?”

You played with his fingers that were on your lap. You couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew if you did, you wouldn’t know what to do. 

“Because you’re the only one that I can’t stop thinking about.” Joe admitted. 

The surprised look on your eyes immediately caught his. You had too much alcohol, but you knew you weren’t dreaming, right? Joe actually told you that. 

“W…What?” Your voice stuttered. 

Joe softly brushed his thumb on your cheek, his face inches from yours. You could feel his trembling breath as he grazed his nose against yours. Closing your eyes, you could feel the oxygen leave your lungs. Your heart couldn’t fit in your chest anymore, and you kept telling yourself that this was a dream. That you would wake up, and Joe wouldn’t be here anymore. 

Was the alcohol getting in your head right now? How many drinks did you have tonight? 

“Maybe I’m… I’m a liar too.” You whispered. 

“I know.” Joe grinned before pressing his lips against yours. 

A small gasp escaped your lips, and your body was paralyzed for a moment. You didn’t know what to do, but as soon as you felt his soft lips move with yours, you couldn’t help but slide your fingers through his hair and pull him close. It felt like a dream, but you knew it was real. Joe’s hands found your hips as he held on to them and pulled you on his lap. A soft hum escaped your lips as you hovered over Joe, tugging on his hair slightly. 

“Joe…” You whispered, pulling away from the kiss breathlessly. “Are you sure about this?”

“A hundred percent.” Joe kissed you hungrily and desperately as he gently laid you on the sofa, his lips finding your neck. 

Stars exploded at the back of your eyes as you felt Joe’s lips against your skin. Every kiss he left was making your skin on fire, and you never knew you wanted this so bad until now. Pulling away, Joe stared down at you for a moment and smiled. His fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. 

“Are you sure you won’t regret this like last time?” You asked.

“Darling, I never regretted it the first time.” Joe grinned before getting up from the sofa.

Taking you in his arms, you let out a squeal as he carried you down the hall and into his bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him again. Kicking the door closed behind him, Joe gently laid you down on his bed. 

Staring into his chocolate button eyes, you knew you weren't going to regret it either because you never did in the first place. This time, you wouldn’t lie about how you felt too because this was everything.

All of this was everything.

The End.

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[babydollmarauders]

MIDNIGHTS FIC LIST UPDATE

so,,, i’m officially working on the Midnights Fic List! who else cheered?! (just me)

but i’m having some trouble deciding which one to write first, so i wanted some help deciding. so i’m posting the summaries for each fic, and if you see this you can comment or reblog with your vote or you can slip into my request box and say your vote there <3

SUMMARIES

Lavender Haze — in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

Maroon — in which y/n and her best friend, Jack, get drunk on cheap wine and finally confess their feelings in her New York apartment.

Snow on the Beach — in which shy, introverted y/n meets extroverted frat boy Luke and he takes a liking to her, even though everyone thinks they’re an odd match.

You’re On Your Own, Kid — in which y/n spent her high school years changing herself to become what she thought was Jack’s type, but when they meet again a couple years later, she learns that she never needed to change in order for him to like her.

Midnight Rain — in which Quinn asked y/n to marry him when they graduated high school but she breaks the news that she got signed to a record label and is moving to California. 5 years later, they meet again and rekindle their romance.

Question…? — in which Quinn and sunshiny good girl, y/n, have harbored feelings for each other for a while. but when they finally hookup, Quinn leaves in the middle of the night and let’s y/n believe maybe it was just a one night fling.

Karma — in which y/n’s ex-best friend has been gossiping behind y/n’s back saying that Jack should be with her instead, so y/n shows that karma goes both ways.

Sweet Nothing — in which y/n has a bad day and her boyfriend, Nico, makes it better.

Mastermind — in which y/n confesses to her boyfriend, Trevor, that she planned the night they met and knew they would end up together.

The Great War — in which y/n sees a picture of Jack talking to a girl at a bar and her insecurities come to light. // the night y/n accuses Jack of cheating and they almost break up.

Paris — in which y/n is so in love with Nico, that she doesn’t care about any of the gossip her friends tell her about her exes.

Hits Different — in which y/n and Jack were in a relationship for 4 years before deciding to go separate ways, but everything reminds her of him and y/n realizes she’s made a mistake by letting him go.

#faithlynn speaks 🪐 #midnights fic list #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #nico hischier #babydollmarauders #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes imagine #trevor zegras imagine #nico hischier imagine #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #trevor zegras x reader #nico hischier x reader

[nanowrimo]

6 Steps to Help You Read Like a Writer

What have you learned about writing from the novels and stories that you read? Whether you love them or hate them, there’s a lot you can learn just from reading books! Today, the folks at Reese’s Book Club have shared some tips to help you read like a writer:

While there are a hundred different books offering specific writing advice from writers, critics, and educators, there is one universal truth accepted by all: to become a great writer, you have to be a great reader. This doesn’t mean reading acclaimed literature or finishing the Man Booker List each year. Instead, it means reading with a critical eye and learning from every book you pick up.

Every book has something to teach you, whether you liked it or not. Below are six areas where we teach you how to read your TBR like a writer.

1. Study the POV

Point of View, or POV, is a crucial part of every story, changing the way the reader connects with the story. First POV tends to bring the reader in by sitting them in the heads of the main characters while third POV offers a more holistic scope of the story.

Questions to Ask: How do different POVs build tension and drive drama? Which characters and I’m sympathizing with most and why? How does the story use POV to tell us more about the world of the novel?

Required Reading: The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak

2. Pacing/Structure

Chances are you’ve stumbled across a book that’s struggled to hold your attention. Examining these moments and what’s going on can help you solve for it in your own work.

Questions to Ask: When are you growing tired of the story? Is it a page count issue? A scene length issue? On a scene level, what is missing that could add drama or push the story forward? On a story level, is the plot too straightforward? How might deeper character work or plot twists create a more engaging story?

Required Reading: The Secrets We Kept by Lara Prescott

3. Stakes

Stakes are the reason we care about a story, why we’re affected so much when one character doesn’t get the love interest or when another character dies a tragic death. Notice which characters you become most invested in and why.

Questions to Ask: How do the world stakes and personal stakes interact? Are they in conflict with one another? Are they aligned? Which of these two options creates more engagement for you as a reader?

Required Reading: The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave

4. Character Arcs

As readers, we want to see characters develop and grow. Studying how this is done in a novel can help you structure character development in your own work.

Questions to Ask: How do the obstacles the characters’ face force them to pivot? What about the plot forces them to reassess their beliefs? How do other characters impact the protagonists’ behavior? How do the protagonists’ mistakes, assumptions, and ideals create new problems in the text?

Required Reading: The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

5. Secondary Characters

Don’t neglect your side characters. Think about what types of characters can bring conflict, tension, comfort, and hope to your character’s world.

Questions to ask: Who is challenging the main character’s beliefs in this world? Who is the antagonist? What does their dialogue cadence look like? How do their personalities bounce off of each other? What is their life outside of the protagonist’s story?

Required Reading: Firekeeper’s Daughter by Angeline Boulley

6. Main Character Development

We all love a morally gray character, but they are usually constructed in such a way that we as readers still fall in love with them. Character development is how you get your reader on the side of your character.

Questions to Ask: What makes you care about the characters? Especially the ones you’re not supposed to like? How does their backstory play into the situation? Does that make them more sympathetic? Less?

Required Reading: Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid

Each month, Reese Witherspoon, the founder of Reese’s Book Club, chooses a book with a woman at the center of the story. There's no formula to the books chosen to be in the spotlight, and RBC likes it that way. They make their choices thoughtfully and look for ways to deepen readers’ connection to books, authors and ourselves. LitUp by Reese’s Book Club is an underrepresented, un-agented women’s writer fellowship helping to diversify our bookshelves. To keep up with all news from Reese’s Book Club, sign up for their newsletter.

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[calliesmemes]

BRIDGERTON SEASON ONE (EPISODES 1-4)

DIALOGUE SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM SEASON ONE OF NETFLIX’S SERIES BRIDGERTON, ADAPTED FROM NOVELS BY JULIA QUINN.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“ I feel like a princess. Do I look like one? ”

“ I have imagined this day for so very long. And now it is finally here. ”

“ Now it is my day to make the both of you proud. ”

“ I have at my disposal a most powerful weapon that even the Queen lacks. My pen. ”

“ They are watching you. Now more than ever. ”

“ Stay with me today. ”

“ I shall always protect you. ”

“ It is so wonderful to see you. ”

“ Tell me your name. ”

“ Come here, old friend! ”

“ I did not expect to see you here this morning. ”

“ You and I were destined for each other. ”

“ I wish I were allowed to battle at sea. Can you imagine? ”

“ I am looking out for you. I am protecting you. It is my duty. ”

“ All eyes have been on me my entire life! ”

“ You must stop tossing peas at me! ”

“ You cannot tell me what to do! I am older! ”

“ Is that envy I detect in your voice? ”

“ You are aware of my reputation? ”

“ I assure you … I am anything but interested in you. ”

“ I am so glad you decided to join us this evening. ”

“ I believed the two of you to be friends. ”

“ Do not bring my father into this. ”

“ I know you think you are solving a problem, but you are not. ”

“ Do not make this any more difficult than it already is. ”

“ You like to speak of responsibility? Of duty? Pray tell... What should you know of it? ”

“ I cannot see you anymore. ”

“ I must do what is necessary. ”

“ Mama would never allow me to wear a dress like this. ”

“ The resemblance is remarkable. You look just like him. Your father. ”

“ You will never be my husband. I will never marry you. ”

“ Do you think yourself better than me? ”

“ It would be best for you to leave. ”

“ You should be thanking me. ”

   “   I am your last hope.   ”

   “   I do not mock you. I am being sincere.   ”

   “   We could pretend to form an attachment.   ”

   “   It is an absurd plan.   ”

   “   Life as a duchess will have many demands.   ”

   “   You do want our plan to succeed, do you not?   ”

   “   You must know you did nothing wrong.   ”

   “   Having a nice face and pleasant hair is not an accomplishment.   ”

   “   If I were a man, I could do that, you know.   ”

   “   Surely you can understand that family must come before all else!   ”

   “   Do you know how precarious of a situation we are in, boy?   ”

   “   So, you are not dead, after all.   ”

   “   I see you’ve not learned any manners.   ”

   “   I could not very well be frightened. So, instead, I made myself frightening.   ”

   “   There is only so long one in a position such as ours can hide.   ”

   “   I must know whether I can count on you.   ”

   “   You are to be buried if you so much as look in her direction.   ”

   “   I am quite capable of speaking for myself. You had no right.   ”

   “   The young lady is as rare a treasure as there is.   ”

   “   Last night was a mistake, I admit.   ”

   “   It is illegal, not to mention positively horrific.   ”

   “   You and Papa…The two of you were so beautiful, Mama. That is what I wanted. That is all I hoped to one day find.   ”

   “   Suppose I want a different life, that I truly believe I am quite capable of something more.   ”

   “   I dare say I would be a fool at this point not to be terrified.   ”

   “   I will not tolerate a bully.   ”

   “   Is there something funny about my name?   ”

   “   You have returned to take your rightful place.   ”

“   Our plan has worked thus far. ”

“   You cannot hide me away forever. ”

“   What you want became immaterial long ago. ”

“   You are to be fitted for a new wardrobe. ”

“   Surely you cannot be surprised. You know how this works. ”

“   Your gown — it is exquisite. ”

“   You know, you are always welcome here. ”

“   Sometimes I think on the meaning of the words I sing. ”

“   The things I know are certainly not for your ears. ”

“   You must simply know some people are not meant to be together. ”

“   I have always thought that an appreciation of the arts is what lifts us beyond mere animals. ”

“   What are you doing, hiding away in here? ”

“   She knows everything about everyone. ”

“   You could use the practice, I’m sure. ”

“   You wish to follow your heart, and I wish to nurture my mind. ”

“   You never see things from my perspective. ”

“   We both know I taught you better than that. ”

“   You’d actually have to be interesting for me to bother spying on you. ”

“   You’re a man, therefore you have everything. ”

“   I do hope you have finally given it a name. ”

“   We were never friends. ”

“   I do not believe there could be a more ridiculous notion than that of us ever being friends. ”

“   You were a convenience… a diversion, a pretty one at that, but nothing more. ”

“   I’m not here because I’m jealous. ”

“   Your responsibility will always be to that title, above all else. ”

“   You are perfection itself. ”

“   I was afraid you had forgotten. ”

“   How dare you conduct yourself in such a brazen manner? ”

“   I am delighted to see you here today, though surprised. ”

“   Most ladies I have met cannot seem to reconcile their delicate sensibilities with the brutality of fights. ”

“   Let us not exaggerate my role. I am a mere pupil. ”

“   They are the dearest thing in the world to me. ”

“   I believe I owe you an apology ”

“   Perhaps one day the two of us will be able to laugh at all this? ”

“   The young man I have always taken pride in raising, well… I would have expected more. ”

“   You allowed that young lady to slip through your fingers as if it were nothing. ”

“   Love conquers all. ”

“   You did not hesitate to steal my chance for happiness away, did you? ”

“   I never thought you capable of being my enemy. ”

“   You look absolutely exquisite, as always. ”

“   I do not know what I was expecting, but it surely was not this. ”

“   They speak of war abroad as if it will distract from inequities at home. ”

“   How dare you question my choices? ”

“   I do not have to explain myself to you. I do not owe you anything. ”

“   You cannot tell me what to do. ”

“   You have great potential. ”

“   I did what I was told, I did my best. ”

“   What exactly are you hoping to find? ”

“   I want you to know I am not angry with you. I do not blame you. ”

“   Do not treat me like a child. ”

“   I should have protected you better. ”

“   You think that just because I am a woman, I am incapable of making my own choices? Is that it? ”

“   Whatever the insult, apologize, and he will surely be a forgiving man. ”

“   I believe you may have strayed too far from home tonight. ”

“   We cannot be together. I know that now. ”

“   Your apology is worth nothing to me. ”

“   You should not have come. My mind’s not changed. ”

“   It is not merely your own life that hangs in the balance now. ”

“   Someone knows what we have done, someone who will surely talk. ”

“   Do you truly hold me in such low regard? ”

“   I know you do not love me, but I never thought you could despise me so. ”

“   You deserve everything your heart desires. ”

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[starry-hughes]

angel running off to van is angsty, but i raise you angel running to toronto

- her and luca had a fairly big fight. she books a flight for the weekend, and tells him something along the lines of “don’t worry, i’m going to toronto. i need unbiased advice, and i feel like it’s a better conversation in person.” and basically is telling luca she’s not running away from their problems (like she did going to van) but looking for healthy ways to fix them.

and while this is going on, you have her family scrambling because she’s not answering their (weekly? monthly?) group calls. they ask luca and he’s like “no, she’s not answeing em at the moment.” (because she told him she wanted to go phone free for a weekend and enjoy her time there)

eventually she comes back and turns her phone back on to see dozens of texts/calls. she calls quinn, and is like “i’m soso sorry. i went to toronto for the weekend. i needed a little irl advice from mitch and steph.”

and quinn is instantly on the defense of “angel you can’t keep doing this! running from your problems isn’t healthy, and if you and luca are having this many issues, maybe you should take a break.”

and angel is devastated that her brother thought she didn’t learn from her mistakes, but she’s offended that he’d even suggest such a thing. “quinn i’m growing up! yeah i’ve made mistakes before, but for your information, i’ve learned from them. contrary to whatever you think, i told luca where i was going. i went searching for a way to fix my problems, i certainly wasn’t running from them. please get back to me when you realize i am in fact 19 years old (didn’t we say she’s luke’s twin? maybe? idk it’s too early-) and i’m going to make decisions on my own, some good, some bad.”

and it takes a while for him to come to the conclusion that his baby sister is growing up, but he does eventually. he realizes he doesn’t have to coddle her, and wrap her in verbal bubble wrap anymore. and he surprises her one day and is like “i’m so sorry you ever thought i doubted you. i know you’re growing up, i just never wanted to see it. i’ll always be here to support you, whenever and wherever you need me.” and they have a little sibling day.

….it’s way too early and i don’t think this makes sense. my apologies.

this is such good angst

she’s like “not that it is any of your business, but luca and i are working through things, don’t be a dick about my decisions to do things.”

and quinn just looks at her and he just realizes that this isn’t the little kid he grew up with, this isnt the little girl he taught how to swim or the little kid who needed to hold his hand during movies because the loud noises scared her.

she’s all grown up now

#hughes!reader x luca fantilli #angel hughes

[lucem-stellarum]

Spoilers for the Summit pt 3, and under the cut for length

Damn, and I was so convinced it was actually Alexis too.

William, this was not the time or method to let Vincent learn about the murkier parts of your morality. You could have explained it when you told him he had to run the Summit alone. You were just worried that Vincent wouldn't play along if he knew, and you know what? You'd have been right. Everyone makes mistakes when parenting, but I love-hate to see it here. I love the repeated emphasis that William does love Vincent, because that makes it hurt even worse. There's a specific kind of pain with the growth and realization that your parents are people, with real flaws and that make real mistakes.

I'm not saying that Vincent is perfect, either. Porter was right that he was sheltered about it, but Vincent let himself be sheltered as well. Sam, Fred, and Bright Eyes (yes their storyline was scrubbed from the official canon, but then why does Sam get to make it personal about Quinn's actions on Halloween in their little extrajudicial confrontation? I'm getting off topic. Anyway) all had terrible experiences with other vamps, Adam was in the same clan and we all know how messed up he was. Vincent himself experienced how easy it is to push humans to a sort of second class citizen where it didn't matter if he hurt them or overrode their boundaries since he could just wipe memories and it was for his own survival. Why wouldn't other vamps develop that same sort of moral numbness to other people's pain and suffering? It only takes one remorseless vampire monarch for every single one of them to have to resort to those tactics to protect their own regardless of their own personal feelings about violence. Sort of the "carry a bigger stick" mentality that's ridiculously difficult to deescalate (and that's with the benefit of having human generational divides. with immortal vampires everything is personal).

I do wish that Lovely got to interject a little bit more about all of this. The Bennetts were mainly killed for their part in the Inversion. The Inversion which, just so it's stated for the official record, had a pretty big impact on our vampire listener character. Porter says to ask the Shaw pack if the Bennetts deserved to die, but Lovely was right there. I'm hoping there's a follow up with them and Vincent afterwards where they get to say their piece to him, and maybe it will help Vincent understand why William decided that they had to die. They might have better luck once the shock has worn off a bit, had time to settle in. In universe it's only been, what, 2-3 hours since the start of the Summit? I'm giving Vincent a lot of grief, but as a character he's a lot closer to the stress of it all both physically and temporally. The Summit is his duty, therefore (if William has taught him anything about taking responsibility) the Bennett's deaths are also his fault because it happened under his supervision when (in his mind) he was supposed to make everyone "play nicely together" for the evening. He didn't stop it, therefore it's his fault, and he's made it very clear how he feels about causing violence/death.

Speaking of Lovely being oddly quiet, there wasn't a whole lot about Sam being mentioned either. Alexis got brought up, because obviously she would when talking about the amoral and bloodthirsty side of the clan. I think Sam's going to be more pragmatic than Vincent is with all of this, but I can't decide how far he's willing to go about it. Thoughts?

Was anyone else inspired or intrigued by Porter saying that "William always does the right thing"? I was listening (with headphones) out in public before driving home, so the exact wording might be different, but that sounds like there's an interesting story there.

I don't want to have the reputation of someone who just hates on Porter, because damn it I ought to like him more. His character hits so many notes that I like to see. Vincent calling him William's weapon and attack dog? I love watching that kind of relationship and devotion. I've shipped it before, and I will again (though I have to say, that would make Porter's relationship with Vincent so much worse. I kinda want to see the trainwreck of the evil step father). His gray morality, his intelligence, his quick wit, his deft manipulation of people? I can enjoy and envy all of it. But damn his hypocrisy, inconsistency, and that fight is just infuriating. "I can't hold it against you that you act sheltered because you've been sheltered your whole afterlife". Bullshit, Porter, you absolutely did blame Vincent for being sheltered and that's one of the reasons you got in that fight with Vincent in the first place. Porter might not be actively lying to us here, but he's certainly not being truthful. I've already gone through and found quotes to prove it before here. Adding on to the linked post, the way Vincent and Porter are talking to discuss Porter's joining of the clan and how William treated him sounds a whole heck of a lot like Porter joined the Solaires before Vincent did, which only further supports my points there. Ughhh I was in the middle of researching for a different analysis post for other characters; I don't want to be distracted by writing up what I think their fight should have been about. It's almost worse that I don't like him because I keep thinking about how much I should like him and what it would take for me to support him wholeheartedly, flaws and all.

To cap it all off, this subplot has been wonderful so far. I'm happy that someone spelled out all the dirty little secrets for Vincent/Lovely/Us, because my head was starting to spin keeping everything straight and digging up the tiniest insinuations and turning into the Pepe Silvia meme. I know it's not over yet, but I think the evening is starting to wind down for the characters and I'm so glad that it is because the stress and intensity of it all is killing me. I know that this is probably the starting point for more developments later (what is Sweetheart gonna do after all of this in their official department capacity? is any of this going to put David in a rough spot politically? though Sam and Darlin ran into Alexis they didn't really get the chance to weigh in on the whole, y'know, state-sanctioned double murder? where are we going with that little teaser about Quinn having friends in high places? where's Treasure in all of this? Porter's ominous words about Close Knit planning another Inversion-level event??) I'm hoping there's gonna be a bit of a breather. Kudos Mr. Redacted, and thank you.

#redacted asmr #redacted monarchal summit #redacted vincent #redacted william #redacted porter #redacted lovely #redacted sam #redacted solaire clan #redacted spoilers #i was thinking my thoughts and came up with this #yeah I am a wordy bitch #I have a lot of things to say and so many opinions to share #ngl I was planning on writing that Porter 'what if it went different' anyways #but I need time to make sure it's compliant with enough of canon to be as plausible as possible #except for where I'm specifically ignoring what I don't like about the reasons for the fight

[mobius-m-mobius]

Fave shows tag game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

Life on Mars

Good Omens

Mad Dogs

Loki

Psych

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening Thank you so much for the tag lovely!! Putting my answers to the questions behind the cut 😊

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Oh no not this😅 Don't wanna start off totally indecisive but In all honesty Aziraphale and Crowley are such a package deal I've never been able to decide who I liked more so both it is!

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Probably Frank Morgan since he's meant to give everyone the creeps and totally untrustworthy but if we're talking main cast then Ray because everyone else is just too good ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

Episode two THE beloved my one and only 🥺💖 12/10 would gladly watch Owen and Tom sit around chatting and mirroring the cafeteria vibes either as Lokius or themselves for the rest of my days

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Gotta be S2!! All the earlier seasons are gold so was very tempted by the latter half of S3 but S2's like a tour de force

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

Baxter and Quinn would an obvious one since John and Phil are married in every role and this is no exception but the dynamic between Baxter and Rick is so weirdly fascinating?? They just clash so instantly, usually to great disaster but will never stop themselves or learn from their mistakes, absolutely obsessed tbh

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

I don't really have one?? If pressed I wasn't interested in Anathema and Newt being shoved together for no real reason or the implication of ending up with someone because you're told but I don't have any active dislike for them or their pairing

7. How long have you watched 1?

Well I was pretty late to pick the show up and watched for the first time around three years ago, have since rewatched the entire series at least 5 times in full, and various clips more times than I could ever count lol

8. How did you become interested in 3?

Thank my url namesake, lol. Truly the most stunning TV experience start to finish I've had with a flawless all star cast and just criminally underrated show in general!!

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

🤣🤣 Feel as if I've walked right into this one and y'all don't even need to hear the answer but that would be Owen Wilson, whose take on Mobius has honestly been life changing for me 💖

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Oh man as much as I adore Psych I'm stuck between Life on Mars and Good Omens on this one... Oh this is the worst, okay, I'm going... Life on Mars! When taking the point of how much I love both main pairs out of the picture there are more elements of and characters in LoM I think I enjoy more

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

I've watched both fully through multiple times but Life on Mars just edges by with having more episodes so that'll be the one!

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Loki or Ravonna just for sheer proximity of how much time would be spent around Mobius lmao, literally my only primary consideration

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

Laughing so hard at this because ironically my favorite character in Psych has pondered many scenarios potentially resulting in his own death lmao. If necessary he'd probably prefer a blaze of glory gunfight but I don't think he'd mind being taken out by his favorite land mine going off?? "Sweet music. And then…nothin' but red mist." 😂

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Not necessarily unless you mean would it work in terms of turning me on in ways I've yet to experience in this life because yes, yes, and YES 😳😳

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

Idk if it would be the most unlikely but Sam and Chris would've been cute and I always enjoyed how earnestly Chris ended up admiring Sam's approach to the work and who he is as a person

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

I mean Mad Dogs is my favorite show of all time in part because of how talented the cast is in balancing their roles and I can't see that changing plus I'd follow those guys anywhere

Tagging @faylights, @too-funky, @safedistancefrombeingsmart, @symphony-in-silver, @colourfulwatson, @bebx, @linz33y, @michaelsheens, @veraynes-blog, @aleerax, @abitofboth, @eyeldritch, @lovingvincent, @seekers-who-are-lovers, @z-aliada, and @alternatively-undesignated as always only if y'all feel like it plus anyone else who wants to join! 💕

#ahhhhhh this was SO much fun!!!! #wouldn't have imagined pairing or comparing some of these and had a blast thank you again for the tag #hope your week's off to the best start and you're doing well <333 #tagged

[theobsessiveloser18]

Y/N In:

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Season 2

Johnny and Bobby enter Tommy's room at the hospital, a woman is sitting next to her bed and reading a magazine, to Johnny's confusion, Bobby laughs.

“Excuse me, Madame, your patient has visitors.”

You smile at your friend's voice. When you look up, you make an effort to recognize the blonde man in front of him. After a few seconds, you do, he does too.

“For all the gangs in California, look what the Trouble Fairy Tommy brought, Johnny Himself - the damn tough - Lawrence”

“Hey, hey Y/N” he laughs and hugs you “A word of advice about insults after saying hello”

“Boring”Smile

“You never recovered from the insults, did you?”

"I tell you?" You tapped him on the shoulder, you stepped aside so he could greet Tommy, while you did the same with Bobby, then he brought your brother and practically everyone was there, not knowing what else to say to Tommy, the blonde headed towards you

“So you grew up to be a sexy nurse, huh?“

“Nope, on Harley Quinn.”

"Psychiatrist?" Bobby asked confused.

“Psychotic”

•More than 25 decades could have passed, but what you loved most about their friendship was that their dynamic had never changed. A night at the bar was perfect for everyone.

“Seriously Johnny, disappear again for so long, and I will kill you.”

“Calm down Siconics, you could have called me”

“It's psychotic Johnny from the P-S-Y-C-H-O-T-I-c,psyche, it doesn't matter that you don't know what it meant, as long as you know how to say it, it's fine, for me I know that you are eating the P... and you could have visited me”

“Man, I hate visitors.”

“And I hate making calls, I talk Face to Face, you see that's why you are my favorite, we are ideal together, yes we are equal” You commented, finally bringing the beers to the table.

“Your Favorite? How drunk do you have to be to say that?”

“Very, very Drunk, in fact they should take me out of here and take me to a cold water shower, with a tub included, include the tub and ice!!! Patrick, my ice!!!” You responded, pretending to be drunk, everyone laughed

.“Oh seriously, Johnny, don't get your hopes up, she also told me that she was her favorite, she just met me,” Bobby commented jokingly.

“Guilty” you declared, patting your chest, with a funny face.

“Hey, but what's wrong with me, I'm the one who makes you laugh the most, where's my merit, I saved your ass” Tommy, who had hit the nail on the head, butted in, acting offended, like the old ones.

“Listen to me old man, you are the one I love the most at this table, but if you are going to start showing off, I not only saved your ass more times... I also defended your sexuality” you drank your beer satisfied with the chaos that ensued. form

“I swear before God, with heaven, my friends and my savagery as a witness that I don't know what this Drug Trafficker is talking about”

“Drug trafficking, your damn last name, hey ,priest, He swear before God and his house, that is a mistake, put on your cassock, even if in his mind” You alleged, offended.

“I'm not Priest,I have said it I've said it so many damn times."

“moutch, sir, we are in a bar but God continues to look at us, especially you, gentleman, with what face are you going to receive your faithful, Mr. Shepherd?”

"better thanks And I stop being a priest as soon as I walk in here, everyone at this table is dirty sinners.”

“I want to make it clear that I am the cleanest at the table, nor should I fall into that category.”

“As I say, miss, well behaved with her rudeness,” your brother responded.

“You and your friends infected me with that despicable evil that I have struggled with all my life” you said too dramatically.

“My God, I'm so sorry, I didn't imagine how much it had affected you.”

“Well now you see it.”

“I will fight to change, I promise... I love you” He took your hand, you wrinkled your nose.

“Well, they already finished the novel, we are drinking, not raising awareness”

“Well, Johnny, you learned a complicated word.” You high-fived.

“You see, practice especially for You .”

“Not that we were in a bar, sir?, make up your mind,” said your brother, apparently irritated. “I want to make something clear to you, you damn cretins, she is my sister, so technically I am her favorite from day one, her first word was my name.” taunts were renewed

“That day the universe let you know that the first 17 years of my life would be difficult, you forced us to meet Jimmy, technically that is the reason why you are my least favorite before Dutch.”

“Please, I was your first love.”

“Dude, you're going to make me throw up my beer at them.”

“You shouldn't be shy around boys, there is confidence”

“You shouldn't get your endorphins out in front of the kids, there's gossip” they made fun of the boy for a while, Johnny was the first to confess.

“I didn't understand why we were laughing.”

“less” they said at the same time, you found out your tired head

...

“You know, at times like this, I would get a time machine, I would force myself to visit Dutch in the reform school, and I would blackmail him so that a criminal wouldn't come back.”

“Extortion so as not to be a criminal?” you raised your shoulders indifferently.

“Leave her, that's what happens when you're desperate.”

"So what I really wanted was the 'biggest bully'? You're a pretty interesting girl Y/N," Tommy commented.

"I have never hated nor will I hate any boy in my life like him, except Hittler but he stopped being a boy, anyway, I would think 5 times before saving Dutch from drowning, but I wish he were here, it's not a reunion of former cobras if the true representation of 'No Mercy' is not there,He was an idiot but that idiot belongs here, and... And I dont know, I feel like this is not complete without him, after all I had to endure, I would like to see him drunk enough to breathe with you again.”

One thing led to another so Johnny told you about his dojo

“It's really cool, Johnny, you know, I never thought you'd have that kind of job.”You said, sounding nice, although

you felt your chest shrink, bringing up everything about Karate again, more than 3 decades enjoying the tranquility of being with your old friends without karate, so that it will return as if nothing to alter the life of the one who suffered the most with him?, life kicked

“You thought Sid would support me for a lifetime, ha! "That great idiot, I would have thrown myself into the street from the first moment if it weren't for Mom... The dojo is great, I always knew that he wouldn't work in a horrible office, wearing a suit as if it were a wedding toy."

“You're right, it's worse than that, hello wedding doll” You said, offering your brother to shake your hand, he hit it, he said in a playful tone.

“Be a little bitch.”

"I am"

“Seriously, you have to know the dojo, Diaz would like you, he's like my favorite.”

"Sure, send me the address, and I'll get you in these days"

“For the love of God, Johnny tell him Kreese is there” An InterviHe intervened irritably, your smile faltered and horror took hold of you, you hid your hands under the table, so that they would not notice that they were trembling, you made a great effort to speak, ignoring the rapid beating of your heart.

“How is he there?”

“He is helping me with the children, he has experience as a sensei” you took a quick drink and instantly regretted it.

“Johnny, but what kind of experience? After everything he did? “You are going to let him be there with children, close to you as if nothing had happened.”

“Listen y/n I know it's hard to understand, but the change is just working, it's not like I'm going to trust him again and Go to be my sensei, I watch him all the time, the children are not in danger... God! Even the inhabitants of the street deserve work, don't they?" He said this last thing smiling, you smiled back at all the eyes on you.

“Do you want another round?” everyone confirmed “It's on me, I'll be back in a few minutes” you pressured yourself not to run to the bathroom while you felt that everything you had taken was about to come out.

By the time you returned with the beers, you witnessed the fight, you almost lost your balance, seeing those karate movements again, the rage, the blows and the blood as if they were children again and were still old enough to participate in the valley. To hell with the nausea, you took the entire round you brought them in an attempt to calm yourself down, it was in vain.

“God, I shouldn't do this, I definitely shouldn't do this, it's a damn bad idea... To hell with it...¡¡¡ place bets on him here on the quartet of karate midgets or on the idiots they's getting pummeled.!!!”

indirectly, you also participated in the fight, a guy who was beaten came limping to complain that you were marketing this without his permission for having participated, He was not willing to reason. And at any moment you will enter the drunk category,you smashed the can of beer that you were about to open, and he fell asleep for a while

You filled your pockets abysmally in 15 minutes

“Seriously, gentlemen, you are 64 years old, you have gone through 5 divorces, 7 children, 2 guardianships, 4 lawsuits and 45 years of street sweeping to fight with a single guy in a bar, if it were an army of bodyguards, it would hold up, but one, only one "One, so many years of being slaves to the beatings are worth more than that."

“Again, we are 17 years old and we don't understand anything you have said until now.”

“What I said is: “Seriously, Karate? After all this time... Whoever is going to answer me from you always say with confidence and drama or I will have them run over”

"Always"

“Thanks Tommy, I'll cross it off my list when I get home” to everyone's confused faces, you explained “Reader things”

“Okay, whatever you say, but you can't claim anything from us, you got money for our beatings” Jimmy alleges

“I'm their manager, that's what you do, plus my partners, with what we win I'll take you to the movies” you responded, surrounding Bobby and Tommy with your arms.

“Please, the current cinema stinks”

“For God's sake Johnny! Don't be like one of those, who think that everything in the past is glorious, the past sucks as much as the present and less than the future, you just have to learn to deal with that... you still love Sylver Stallone right?

Uh?"

"Rocky Balboa"

“Yes, it is my reason for living,” he answered too quickly.

“Okay, there we have to end things right where they started Ramboo 5: Last blood”

“Take me to the movies, girl” and as if they weren't over 50, she offered to take you on a piggyback.

“We look ridiculous right?” You asked your friends

"Yep

“without a doubt”

“The most pathetic thing my poor, cursed eyes have ever seen.”

“Okay, let's go,” you ordered and the trip began.

You and Johnny continued dating after this.

“I really didn't have your address.”

“Much less will you have it now, you don't deserve it.”

"Oh, come on!! “Don’t tell me you were offended.”

“We wouldn't have seen each other for the last time, 5 years ago, if you had a phone, we both hate letters, Johnny seriously! Now it's impossible to survive without those things”

“I don't think so, Miguel has tried to explain to me, but it's the smallest box, but it's damned more complicated to use.” They both came face to face with that acquaintance, neither of whom wanted to see him.

“Nah!” they said in unison

"Is seriously"

"Damn"

“Don't rub me”

"You here?!"

“Not you here!”

“You two reunited.”

“tssk, please, it's envy because you don't have anyone from school to meet with.”

“Ouch, you started by making me bleed.”

“I don't know where that came from.”

“Ahhh... I understand, I understand, everything is clear” They both looked at each other confused “You are meeting everyone at school, to screw up my days, but I warn you”

“God, almost 40 years, he has that damn voice and he still believes he is the center of the world, did you never want to return to your city, kangaroo child?”

“I'm from Jersey, not Australian.”

“Yes, sorry about that, I don't know where it came from...again.”

The talk ended with you warning Daniel that he would receive a slap from you.

you met Miguel, and as a student you stayed to watch the class, seeing Johnny as sensei was killing you in the good and bad sense, a mixture of pride Fighting against your breathlessness, the pain in your chest and the cramp in your hands, you decided to kr. to take a walk around the dojo for a few minutes and when you returned, someone else was teaching the class, you didn't notice, you got distracted by a comic strip lying in Johnny's office, but before sitting where you were, you took a quick look, processed it and then froze: John Kreese several centimeters away but certainly in front of you, he stopped his class, looked at you intently, and you turned a statue, feeling mute, hands behind your back holding on to reduce the pain, your heart and brain stopped

Who are you?" you felt tears in your eyes, he had no time to waste "Who is she?"

“It's Y/N sensei, sensei Lawrence brought her.”

“hey, I see that you two met again” the man commented, inexplicably smiling, Kreese gave the order and the class continued your mind full of “no mercy”, “finish him”, “sweep the leg” and quick images of everything they had been willing to do. make your friends for him

“Who is this girl, Johnny, and why does she have the look of having seen her great-grandfather come out of his grave?”

“Y/n are you okay? You looked at them and at the whole place, they were there but now you see a statue, you let go of Johnny's grip, and without knowing when and why you ran out of the place, Johnny followed you without even bothering to say that he was coming back,

“Diaz”

“Yes sensei!”

"Come on... where did the girl come from?

“she is a good friend of Sensei's, since high school it seems to me, as I understood it, you know each other, you just didn't see each other much" He looked at the door of the dojo, but nothing was intentional. to move "Maybe I should follow them, the sensei doesn't know how to help people, I'll be back sensei Kreese"

before the man could say anything, the boy also left the place, he made a mental note of all that

Johnny found you in a park sitting in a chair rocking you, holding your head with his hands, he tried to talk to you but you were too numb to pay attention to him, after a few minutes Miguel appeared, he was more successful, he managed to calm you down, he brought you water, and little little by little you recovered your sanity

“What was all that?”

“Stress I guess”

“You've already been through this, rigth?” the boy asked, you smiled shyly.

“maybe, thanks kid”

“Nice to meet you, ma'am, maybe you should go to the doctor.”

"I'll keep that in mind." Johnny put an arm around you.

•the cobras called you to leave in the mountains

“hey you guys”

“hey you girl”

“Listen, get your things ready, we're going to spend the weekend in the mountains.”You meditated for a few seconds

“They told Johnny?”

“Of course he more than agrees”

“Great...I'm not going”

“It's a joke, right?.”

“God why not?”

“So now it's the perfect time for you to spend time with him, you know what kids do, I feel like I've spent all these years helping you pretend that he and Dutch were just swallowed up by the earth, and now you have the perfect opportunity for them to “former cobras live together”

“God mine doesn't make sense, you know how ridiculous that sounds, Tommy wants you there.”

“I'm not going jimmy,You won't make me change my mind”You said firmly

“Okay”

“Thank you Bobby, it's better I delay it because I'm going to get sick.”

“We are going to miss you, get better”

It turns out that you received the bad news when they were about to return, it really hit you

you and the cobras were practically Step Brothers :

•you and Dutch had been united enemies (the only thing you shared in common was that you hated each other, and that's how you worked wonderfully)

•Bobby, he's like your best friend, your soulmate and all that stuff (He had made you feel comfortable from the first moment until now, he was definitely the best of them, and you loved him for that)

• Johnny was that person you didn't want to meet, the leader of them, popular and too rich to breathe, sexist cretin, and with a slightly worrying obsession with love, who would have thought that you were going to adopt him just for all that, almost too perfect for society and at the same time too human and accessible, (He wasn't very convinced of you or that you would spend time with them, But he had not objected, nor did he deny you the possibility of meeting him, you would carry his ass to the end of the world without protesting)

•Jimmy was your brother, and as much as you would hate everything he agreed to do when he joined the Cobras, he was still The same with you was strange but he was the most perfectly imperfect older brother you could have asked for. (He really had been your first love and he was going to be your last) (really strange to say).

•But Tommy, God!!! really Tommy was different from everything previously described, he was your partner in crime, he was not your best friend and yet he was your least favorite, you would never ask him for help and you would still beat him up if he had gotten in the way. a problem, you wished more than a thousand times that he would never set foot in your house again, and even so you were happy to see him every day in the hallways acting strange to you, you had always been clear about it, you were going to miss him at any moment in your life, even so If you had last seen him 2 minutes ago,Now you would have to miss him every day.

The boys knew it, you didn't need company But you were family so providing it didn't hurt.

“aaaahhhhh!!” You screamed, when the noises you heard turned into 3 men you knew well, obviously seeing what they were wasn't going to miraculously calm you down.

“Little Girl how can you scream like that?” You made signs with your hands without looking at them , and they understood,You needed to recover, Maybe you would be hoarse, it had been a good scream and scare, the typical situation in which someone would say you wanted to kill me? or you almost died of fright, right?, but since they were going through a death, You wouldn't use that word by accident,

“Better honk?” Johnny asked, returning with food from your fridge, that’s something Tommy would do, Gonna your refrigerator and bring Johnny to him and would both eat while the others faced your interrogations, now Johnny looks for his own food and eats alone in front of you...yes, it would definitely hurt a lot

“What are you doing here?"

“We came to visit you darling.”

How did they get in?”

“We met your friend at the door, Betty, right? SHe left us open.”

“Quite pretty, but do you think she likes men? She didn't seem interested in me..”You couldn't help but laugh at the comment, it had to be him,

“Johnny, for God's sake!”

“Did your closet flood?” Bobby asked,It seems like it wasn't normal for a middle-aged woman to be lying comfortably in a scattered tangle of clothes and hooks.

“Just a relapse.” You replied nonchalantly, pointing at the TV.

“out of sadness?”

“Due to laziness,I have been since I was 9, I will be until the last of my breaths in this old rag called world.”

“Poetic”

“Thank you, it comes naturally when you work listening to extinct types of human variants”

“What's that?"

“Bonsai”

“It's a toy, right?It looks like painted, burned and remade plastic”Johnny had to be

"It's not dear,It's just a tree that never grew,As if Peter Pan had been sent to Wonderland,When his parents discovered that he had been born drugged".

"I thought it was neverland”

“Johnny and I personalize things”

“Why is there so much Chinese shit here?”

“They are gifts, I never reject gifts, and it's Japanese!!!”

“Man, remembers her dead old man”Jimmy reminded him,

Although you scold him (and scold them) a lot, normally you would let Johnny get away with various issues, especially ethnic ones (it's not like the boy deals with people from different cultures frequently) but it was easy for him to understand why you corrected him. abruptly this time, it was your friend with Chinese eyes, He had never been able to discover if you loved the other or him more(and that 'he had not known him')

“Well You discovered that my Addiction keeps rolling But controlled,And I saw that you have not left Let Johnny hide again,so Nice visit”

“We go for a walk“

“Guys, I've been going out, I work, I shop, unfortunately I talk to people, and I keep myself busy At home, it's not like I've been choking on gallons of cereal”

“Y/N we know, that we would be the last person we would have to worry about in these situations, you are the older sister obviously you are the example, but hey let the troublemakers try to take care of you”

“Do you want to take care of someone? this guy escaped from us since he graduated, don't be hypocrites, and dutch is in jail without decent visits, and a windstorm could have killed him To the other cobras and to the other friends”

“Don't be rude, we just want to go out okay”Before you could protest Johnny was carrying you headfirst onto his shoulder.

“"I'll throw up your sneakers, your socks or your ankles, I don't know what Johnny, but rest assured I'll hit something." Useless protest you were already out of your room“Wait! At least let me change”

“These You are a cute bouquet baby,”

“Please, these are home clothes not worthy of seeing the street light at 3 pm”

“You take a long time choosing, and you will continue watching TV, you won't convince us” You sighed, exhausted.

“We call the girls”

“What girls?”

“Your girls”

“for that reason, which of many?”

“The ones from school, with Susan and Barbara on board”

“I saw those girls less than 3 months ago, I guess the idea of ​​beers erases anyone's memory”

“sometimes i asked me how you have so many friends”

“same thing, I gave up 2 months ago” finally let you down

Season 3

•Johnny was aware of something, maybe you hadn't seen him in 5 years, but that didn't mean you had stayed away from “his family.”

You walked calmly through the noisy and crowded streets of DownTown, “Godmother” you heard a child shout, you stopped to look, it was not a child, it was a young man, he came up to you, you looked at him kindly.

“I think you got confused kid, I don't have godchildren.”

“Oh yes, I'm sorry ma'am”

he retraced his steps, and then back to you, they both smiled.

“Hello almost gomother”

“What does my only and favorite almost godson say?” They hugged each other.

It all started 10 years ago, you were visiting his mother and he told you

“You know, Aunt y/n? I asked mom if she had married dad Johnny, you would have been my godmother and she told me yes, so now you will be almost godmother y/n.”

“It's a clever nickname almost godson Robbys”

the shortest story you could have ever told

"What are you doing here?"

“Taking advantage of my rest time so that my blood circulates, you already ate?” The denied “Well then you know where we are going”

"brilliant"

You'd seen him once or twice since he'd been paroled, so they had a lot to say.

“You can stay at my house, indefinitely, it's small, but really spacious for 2”

“Thank you almost godmother, it would be good for me, I had been staying at the cobra dojo, but they discovered me, I thought I would return to the reformatory”

“Thank God they didn't do it, it's better that you get out of there as soon as possible, those guys are unreliable."

Although you hated that subject with your life, and just thinking about it caused shivers and cramps throughout your body, karate was an important part of Robby's life (why did everyone who knew that sport make it the only way of life? So they talked about him

“I think I'm going to train again” you swallowed dryly, you felt a little dizzy, Not again!! after everything it had caused!! karate would continue, you tried to act calm

“Good for you Robby, and for Daniel you must be his best student.”

“Who said I would go back to him, I don't even want to see that guy on the billboards, I'm going to train in cobra kai” your throat was irritated, you hid your hands under the table, you pretended to be full so that they would tremble calmly in your wobbly legs surely stunned by the beating of your veins,

You had obtained information about how things were with that dojo now, you mentally prayed that there had been a sudden change when you subtly assured

“Well, I think Tasmanian devils are adorable puppies compared to those kids, but your dad will know how to control them.”

“Johnny is not there, if he was, he would never have spread sheets there.”

“ok... so who is in charge of the dojo?” a tremor of your voice at the last words

"A new sensei, his name is Kreese...Jonh Kreese, I think you know him, he met all the cobras years before Daniel appeared to beat the valley"

You took a few seconds before responding, your trembling hands hugging your nauseating stomach, you'd have to be Katharine Hepburn to act like nothing was wrong.

“If I remember”

“You think he's a bad person, right?”

“I just think he would have been a high-ranking general in the Hitler regime.”

"So he shouldn't train in his dojo," He said half affirming and asked

“Yes, yes and yes, that's just what you should do, stay 550 miles away from him, help me put him in jail and make sure fucks him jail time, then we'll move to a new state and we can all make friends and eat potato pudding." You really struggled not to say this. You sighed and forced yourself to say the following. "I think you have to make that decision on your own. I think you've been through a lot and you have the ability to choose what's best for you. Maybe you'll make such a mistake. Maybe not, that's what learning to live is all about, at this point in life listening to so many different advices will lead you to do whatever you want to get revenge, and I don't want to contribute to that, so I'll stay out of it, and I'll carry your back if you need it” He meditated on your words and smiled, He simply smiled.

That damn good boy smile that you knew from your childhood friends, who guaranteed that they would do just what they shouldn't do, so hopefully the pain of your chest would turn into a heart attack in the middle of the night and in the end you would rest next to Mr Miyagi and Tommy, being placed on the hypocritical blacklist that Dutch resided on years ago, fake smile and

you wasted half a bottle of wine, unfortunately it wasn't red, nor vodka

“It's easy to understand why you're a human resources manager.”

“After half a lifetime of putting up with people's mental bullshit, I realized that I could use my retarded Diamond in Rough of patience and diplomacy to generate profits that guarantee me surviving at the end of the month, and keeping my cyanide jar in optimal conditions. "You know, a drink, in case Russian roulette doesn't work for me."

•You invited him to spend the rest of the afternoon in your office, anyone would be surprised how an almost involuntary murderer would have fun at his aunt's work as if he were 8 years old, it made you feel good to see that, it would be fine despite everything, even there was humanity in

You couldn't interfere directly in his affairs, ..

But if Indirectly

...

“Good morning Jefferson.”

“Good morning sir, welcome, ah Mr. Larusso, this young woman was waiting for you”

“So Hi There Danie” You greeted harshly, he looked at you seriously and sighed overwhelmed, which gave you more enthusiasm “Your dollhouse is huge, it's the perfect place to abandon a child. Hasn't it happened yet?

"No, it hasn't happened, thank you for receiving it, Jefferson," he said curtly, he motioned for you to follow him and suddenly stopped suddenly, saying before continuing walking "By the way, in case your eyes didn't notice it, 20 decades and 9 years ago, it stopped being considered a young woman”

“Good people age beautifully, I hope you don't feel envy.”

“Don't worry, not a bit.”

"That's great, because I wouldn't want that horrible defect to rot your pure soul." You said in a loving, sarcastic way, he forced himself not to laugh or smile.

“You know he was flirting with you right?”

“Possibly, but don't pay much attention to it... it doesn't make you happy?!! "Your employee was not a victim of Cruella de Vil's evil plans."

“Aren't you worried about your husband? "Isn't he one of those super jealous types?"

“Did I look like a girl who would marry a depressive drug addict?”

“Well…”

“I don't have to worry too much about him now, I pawned him for the swimming barbie, the first one divorced me because I faded all his underwear, the second one I gave him a dog with rabies for his birthday... I don't know why I demand, and for the third one I baked a cheesecake in the shape of a cookie, it turns out that he was allergic to cheese...and to the cake...and the cookies aroused trauma, He present a restraining order, sensitive puppies."

“I understand, you didn't get married...children?”

"Less"

“Any relationship regardless of whether it was meaningful” You denied “At least you've had sex right? judging eyes and your raised eyebrow

“I didn't know we had that kind of trust, old buddy, I don't even tell that to my girlfriends” this time he did laugh, just a little, he tried to hide his amusement.

“Ok, sorry” was a little strange, LaRussian just smiling and laughing in front of you “It's just not every day you meet a woman who hasn't had those kinds of connections.”

“I once met an old man with the life that he understood at 17 years old that he would have, without a wife, children, voluntarily distanced from his family and place of birth (not the latter) an anti-traditionalist, simple life, it didn't make him very happy, because of a hard past, which lost him, but for me, he was worth more than the milky way and more, and since I have always accepted that my past, humanity and my life sucked, this type of life is a culinary delight for me”

They finally arrived at his office.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?”

His brown eyes fixed on you, you regretted a little of the pleasant atmosphere that had been created, perhaps the best thing would have been to tell him between shouts and pushes, your suspicions, but your God, almost 34 years of that, you wanted even that to mature, you felt that You would fall at any moment, were you starting to see blurry?

“Okay, well the situation is...ah look, I've been accused of being a gossip almost my entire life, deep down I know it's true and I hate that, and I don't want to come off as a savior, but I feel that if I don't say the truth, I take half responsibility for the problems.”

“Very well...the situation is?” You sighed, either you said it or you vomited at that moment, maybe both would happen.

“Robby wants to join cobra kai, which now belongs to...Kreese” you said this last thing almost out of breath, maybe you will die right now, your heart would finally stop, or accelerate until you fell to the floor, you would be in the same mud as Tommy and Mr Miyagi?

“What!!?? ... I don't think so it must be... God despite everything he is a smart boy, he has heard a lot about Kreese, he wouldn't do it, no he definitely wouldn't do it”

“Adam was smart and still ate the forbidden fruit. He is an intelligent boy, but he is still a child. He is an old man of 180 years old, a war veteran, a ruthless emotional manipulator, but he knows the devil for being old than for being a devil. ”

"This is not the time to be philosophical" he demanded angrily.

"not even to be naive" you counterattacked, both of them gave each other furtive glances, you walked around the office, a useless attempt, the knot in your stomach continued to grow, you would definitely faint, you wanted to go through that door, and ignore the existence of karate, which everyone they would give them their damn sport

The man composed himself before you, with a coldness that you had never seen on his face. "Look, Robby has already caused a lot of pain around here, let him do whatever he wants, let him mess with whoever he wants, as long as he stays away from my family."

"You're fucking with me, right?!" A tear came out of your cheek, and the stress little by little consumed you "This must be a damn bad joke, right?, RIGHT?!!"

"You're going to tone it down in my office y/n, I don't make jokes like this, I tried to get close to the boy, he ran away, I don't even know why he tried, he participated in the fight where my daughter was injured"

"Everyone participated in the fight where your daughter was injured, the tall nerdy boy, I think he was Jewish, threw a rack of trophies at the young version of the Man is German, the disciple of Jesus Nathaniel, Chris, and many of your pigeons of peace, they broke bones, maybe you are just defending yourselves, but what does it matter if you cause the same damage as the bad guys?”

"Why aren't you going to complain to Johnny huh? Or is he going to continue being the poor little guy in this situation?" that stress or that eight quarters, now it was rage, in its pure state, red, liquid and bubbling

"You know, I actually thought about doing it, I was going to tell him all this before you, but he's trying to help Miguel recover, and he's weakly trying to get closer to his son, too late but he's trying, so I stopped. to think, and I realized what the main difference between you is, he feels guilty, you don't, he thinks it's his fault that Miguel attacked Robby, he thinks it's his fault that Robby threw him, how curious isn't it? He believes that it is his fault, that your student, whom you only taught to defend himself, has shot another, you, on the other hand, go through life without regrets, the humble boy who surpassed himself, won trophies after trophies, had a lovely family, and he became successful, he had the best sensei that any human being could have asked for, and yet he never learned to forgive."

"I forgive those who deserve it"

Like who? " Silence, you laughed ironically, you wiped your tears accumulated on your cheek, you sat on the floor, for a while no one said anything, your heart fell asleep

"forgiveness is earned, it is not something you have to receive for existing!!"

"You're right but human beings make mistakes, you never let Mr Miyagi down?"

"It's none of your business, I'm not going to discuss a matter about my past, my sensei and I, with a damn cobra feeder and breeder, who scolds and threatens everyone when they bite people."

"Hey!! Be careful with your tone" you saw him swallow dryly, and back away on instinct, you were sitting on the floor, quite far away, and your face was a mess even so, he had feared

"Seriously, Larusso, after these years without seeing each other I keep infusing you Pee …wow I could have been a big bully"

"Ja, you weren't?"

"No, I wasn't" Cold and wild look, he looked away from his, and you smiled, with anger but you did it.

"Well, perhaps you have never let Mr. Miyagi down, because you were purely good, why do you think you were and are? Because you had examples, I only know your mother and your sensei, but surely you had much more, Robby is 2 alcoholic parents, one negligent and the other absent, he has survived on the basis of friendships, and now he meets a good guy who takes away his support twice, and a girl who betrays him even so, he defends her when a violent blonde hits her, and Who wins with this? Let another boy who is attracted to her confront him, Miguel has a good mother and grandmother, he has no shortage of love, but the tiredness of being bullied at school leads him to take up karate and he doesn't. mercy, to the next level, when he realizes this, it is too late, he receives a kick in the stomach, and falls down the stairs, do you know why this rivalry between both boys started?…over a girl, it brings back memories of "Is your mind too busy denying everything?"

The man closes his eyes and takes deep breaths, so when he gets angry at you again, you see them dead.

"You and Kreese are the same, you get under people's skin, and try to weaken them, you won't be able to do it with me" you struggle to breathe and bury your head in your legs, faced with the sudden pain that attacks you, you take a while to respond

"and you will never be like Mr. Miyagi, he did not judge anyone, he knew how to forgive, he helped even the most unfortunate"

"You didn't know either of us, I don't allow you to talk about him"

"I MEET HIM!!! ... I really did,... not like the guy who hit my friends, who I sued before listening, who saved Johnny from being suffocated, and I am grateful to him every hour of my life, I met him outside of that, but I suppose that for you, the only stories that deserve to be told are where you are, as the protagonist." Nothing more was said

Before you left, he gave you a handkerchief and a glass of water.

"You know even though we ended up arguing like we did when we were 17, this is the first conversation I liked having with you, I never thought you would let me talk and listen to me, thank you for that" You knew I wouldn't answer, you crossed the door

•You found out about the cancellation of All Valley, and the appeal, you decided to go, you arrived late, which was useful so that your 3 acquaintances wouldn't see you, but you didn't miss any details of the meeting, you patted your forehead when they couldn't hide their rivalries at a time like this, a bunch of immature people who didn't grow up according to their bodies, it seems like they were about to cancel it definitively, you might later regret taking it easy, and say

"People of the council, I would like to give a brief testimony about what I know about these 3 people related to karate"

"Request granted, come forward…What is your name?"

"Y/N Nomen Nescio born in California on (…) identified with ID (…) permanent resident of this city, human resources manager"

"It seems that there is finally a serious woman among us, I hope she can give us a reliable testimony" you blushed at the compliments, but you remembered who and where you were, it could be some kind of manipulation to tell them just what they wanted to hear "we listen to you ma'am"

"Before she starts giving us her testimony, my team and I would like to ask you some questions," commented one of the managers,

"Have you practiced Karate?"

"no ma'am"

"Did you work for any of these 3 men?"

"no sir”

"Did any of your children take classes from any or all of them?"

"No sir, I don't have children"

"Well, I don't see how his testimony could be relevant." You knew perfectly well what was happening, when someone let themselves be intimidated by these types of people and their questions, that afternoon you were not one of them.

"In fact, members of the council, I studied with Mr. Larruso and Lawrence, and my brother, he was a student of Mr. Jonh Kreese here, for 5 years I was constantly hearing about karate, and how that world works, 34 years later karate continues live my environment, that is why I consider that my testimony could be useful for your final decision, if you allow me to testify

"She's already doing it," one replied coldly.

"Well then I proceed to continue, my brother joined Cobra Kai in the summer of 1979, by his own choice and the support of my parents, who thought it was a good sport for their son to develop strength, dexterity, discipline and character, And so it was, my brother, he began to be more responsible, more organized, he improved his grades at school and made great friends, however his attitude also changed, he became aggressive and conceited and superficial, he gained popularity for his abilities and for being part of An extremely demanding dojo, that made him believe that he could mistreat those who were not like him, the 'losers'

“Allow me to interrupt his testimony ma'am, so karate turned him into a savage?"

"arguably"

"I need a strong answer, yes or no, not an intermediate"

That guy was giving you a headache, as if standing on a stage almost in front of all those people, a friend you had decided to speak for, a boy who hated you who also deserved to look good, and one of the beings most detestable things on earth for you, which was also the reason why you had nightmares once or twice a month, why you hated karate, why you had to stare at the jury creating a script of what to say in your mind Because at the slightest lack of concentration, the penetrating gaze of that man that you felt would cut the back of your Nape at any moment would make you go completely blank, and perhaps you would break down in front of people for the first time in your life.

"I don't want to make fun of you, much less disrespect you, but life is not a complete yes or no, there are maybes, in the case of my brother I would say that he became a little wild, I'm not saying completely, because he is my brother "But because I have known worse cases from that dojo, who completely lost the reason for good and evil and until now have not been able to recover."

"in Mr. Kreese's cobra kai?"

"Yes ma'am"

"objection" the man shouted, you shuddered and the nerves you had tamed were quickly released your heart reminded you that you were alive with wild beats, your throat became dry and johnny realized that your legs trembled "she was never in my dojo, she never attended my classes, she never spoke to me, recently she came into my dojo, and she didn't say anything, she just ran away" block, block, block... mental block,

your brain screamed, again it was a pillar of salt, although this time you were conscious, you struggled to move your right arm, you subtly placed it behind your back and it clung to your another arm pinching it subtly, it worked, your heart came back to itself, and your negative emotions that you needed to get through to face this did too. angry, but with a calm voice you responded

"Sorry, for being afraid of the man who mentally destroyed my friends, and who almost murdered one of them in a parking lot for not winning first place" murmurs invaded the room, for the second time in your life you challenged, you competed with the gaze of Kreese, you pooped with fear, but even if your body or your mind didn't help you, you wouldn't back down, you never backed down from a confrontation.

“Do you consider that problem children were victims of karate?"

"Not from Mr. Kreese."

"I object”

"Sir, this is not a court, you can object but it will not prevent the lady from speaking, you had him turn and you chose to fight like a teenager of Miss Brown's age, or even less."

"Why do you think it's not the sport's fault?"

"because I met a different teacher, Mr. Larusso's sensei, Mr. Miyagi, he had different teaching methods, although like Mr. Kreese's I would say that they were established, they did not change, they wanted you to connect with the sport, not to force you to dominate it, They were ascentral methods”

"Miyagi, is that the name?”

"Last name, his name was Nariyoshi Kesuke Miyagi, born in Okinawa, Japan, July 9, 1925" breathe a sigh of relief, the memory of Mr Miyagi was what was necessary to calm you down, it was incredible how the legacy of a person could continue helping you like 15 years after his death

on the benches sam asked his father

"Why didn't you tell me that the ally of your enemies at school knew so much about Mr Miyagi?"

"I didn't even know"

"You can't know anything about everything, Larusso, that's why you have to trust."

Dad and daughter looked at the blonde man in surprise.

"it's strange that it comes from you Johnny"

"sometimes I'm a deep guy"

"Very sometimes," commented the girl, father and daughter laughing, he just rolled his eyes and focused on his friend.

"Did the United States come to war?

"Not for love, and to avoid a fight"

"Brave guy" commented one of them

"It really was, he defied family traditions for love, when he saw that it was not possible for him to make a change, he ran away but he didn't just challenge the system of a family, maybe if anyone fought with his cousin for love, a love that would last 5 months ,a lot"

“A man without flaws for you as I understand it”

“He had defects like every human being, he had no problem recognizing them, and talking about how these had affected him, he was a very human man. Not only did he teach his students, all of us, even those of us who did not practice Karate, could learn from him.”

“Well, you will forgive me for finishing the old sensei's part, What a student with Mr. Lawrence”

“Yes sir, that's how it was”

“And he, at the same time, was a student at Mr. Kreese's dojo?” Johnny, Kreese and you confirmed, you became a little more alert.

"And as I understand it, Mr. Lawrence reopened the Cobra Kai dojo, and hired Mr. Kreese, therefore the teachings with which you learned, the boys are also practicing"

“That is his honor, but Mr. Kreese and I no longer work together, I have a separate dojo.”

“Okay, but Mrs. Y/N, by accusing Mr. Kreese, wouldn't you also be accusing Mr. Lawrence, since they were both teaching the same thing, separately and together?”again fear, fear of making a mistake and harming the kids, fear that your attempt was not enough... but here you were, no one forced you to stop, no one forced you to get involved in the life of your brother and his friends, you chose it and you would hold it You rushed to answer.

"Although technically they teach the same thing, their methods and the purpose of their teaching are different, Mr. Kreese believes that all his students should only worry about themselves, betrayal, dishonesty, and violence do not matter as long as they achieve their goals, they work hard to be the best, but once they achieve it they become damn egomaniacs, and no one can condemn them for that, Mr. Lawrence also teaches hard work, and egocentrism but without destroying everything around them. They are always with guard up, enough to doubt but not to trust, and Mr. Larusso's Miyagi do, in case you wanted to ask me, teach you how to defend yourself, they don't attack first but that doesn't mean they are going to let themselves be trampled, they seek to connect with the sport and Show the best qualities and attitudes all the time”

“If everything you say is true, why did the students of both dojos fight to the death?” You sighed, not even those children could explain it, and now you were going to play psychologist.

“Well, they are still children, and just because they have good principles doesn't mean that they are going to apply them all the time, I don't think it's their teachers' fault, but it's not all their fault either, in a way, we adults get carried away by our own ideas. emotions (As you could see here) with more reason a group of teenagers, and let's be honest sir, how many of us would not have taken a situation like that to the extreme if we had the chance to do so" It was a bad argument, you noticed it before the murmur of everyone, another Maybe your heart was beating slowly, almost on the verge of stopping 'Were you going to die in front of everyone?'

“God, I think She's ruining it.”

“What does it matter if she did it? By the damn God you said, she's been talking for almost 45 minutes to fix our butts, not even we could stand properly in 5 minutes, Larusso, you should be more grateful!!”

“Couldn't it be that by having a rivalry between both dojos, they influenced their students to hate each other? And if so, how could you continue defending them?

“Rivalry exists, in all teams, groups, places, especially in sports, and we see the same questionable acts that we are analyzing today, why not suspend football due to the disturbances it generates? Why not eliminate from television teen movies that in some way romanticize family problems, mental illnesses, toxic friendships and relationships? Because it is an unstoppable global phenomenon, right? And given that, there is no need to raise awareness among the population. Well, in karate, exactly the same thing happens, the students took everything too far, but that's not why their senseis rule them out of the sport and their lives. They seek to teach them that everything is in its proper place, the sport when it is time to train and share, the teachings at any time in life, and the use of karate only when there is a threat, but in a responsible, calm and conscious manner, if they take away "the possibility of competing, both children and their teachers will not be able to correct their mistakes, and how will they learn the consequences of their mistakes"

“Anything else to say?” one of the members asked tiredly.

“That's all, thank you for allowing me to speak” Surprisingly, people applauded you, Miguel arrived just in time, he and Larruso's daughter gave their version and all valley not Should be suspended, you left quietly, you managed to reach your car but obviously you had company

“You arrive without saying hello, and you leave without saying goodbye, you never heard of manners right y/n?” Before you could answer the guy hugged you tightly and even spun you around, it was fun like old times, you slapped him playfully.

“Get off Johnny Lawrence, we are no longer children, we have just come out of a 'trial', those effusiveness are not appropriate, it would be good for you to learn from Daniel Larusso, always boringly stoic.”

“Thank you for being here and cleaning up my mess y/n like I was one of your cobras, even after how badly I treated you, and I'm sorry Saying you couldn't talk about Mr Miyagi, it seems like you knew him better than me."He smiled at you, but you didn't let yourself be convinced so quickly, looking at Johnny you said

“He can say positive things and ask for forgiveness, did you throw him out of Banquet Coors?”

“Very funny, I don't only open my heart when I'm high.”

“Are you on drugs, Larruso?” They asked at the same time curious like little children

“You know I'm trying to say that…”

“Yes, yes Larusso understood what you wanted to tell me half an hour ago, it's just fun to make fun of your zero sense of humor, but hey, everything's fine, the past was already run over a long time ago” You extended your hand to him, he rolled his eyes smiling and shook it. That's when the children arrived

“Hi, I'm Sam, I just wanted to say thank you very much for your help, that testimony was great, destroy you all” she hugged you, and for a few seconds your arms were hanging, until you were strong enough to hug her, you knew the chaos that had generated, but hadn't you said for 5 minutes in court that they were just children? You definitely understood why Miguel and Robby were crazy about her. She was as pretty as an angel, As cute as a cat, and with the voice of a 12-year-old girl, but you felt that same itch on your shoulder that you had when you saw her father for the first time. time, it was definitely better to have her as a stranger than as an ally or enemy

“No problem, Dear,” you stroked her hair, “you look a lot like her father.” They both smiled, it might have seemed like a compliment, but it wasn't, you knew chaos generators when you saw them, and that was in their genes.

“Miss Y/N, nice to see you again, thank you for the help.”

“Oh hello Miguel, nice to have” gave each other a hug

“Hey, do you have something you're doing right now?” Daniel asked.

“If in fact, they're expecting me at a baby shower right now, I'm supposed to be in charge.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to delay you, maybe one day you can stop by my house or the dojo.”

“Sure, I'll just change the schedule of the workers who build the ball pit for my daughter, and I'll be there any day.” You got into the car, winked and before Johnny couldn't say anything.

“Wait a minute she doesn’t have kids.”

“She could have a knife full of blood and a corpse next to her, and she would still make you doubt for 2 minutes whether or not she had something to do with it, she never doubts what she says... I guess that makes her so smart.

Well maybe you were smart enough to fool 🪤 2 old men who couldn't get over the events of 3 decades ago, but not smart enough to believe that you could just leave the place where you had exposed John Kreese for the rot that he was, without running into him. before reaching the parking lot.

You were walking fast as fast as the blood was burning your body, your vision was a little blurry and you could bet that you would throw up as soon as you touched the car door...if you were lucky, feeling dying, the malboro of the man standing where you were passing was not felt, but you felt a familiar chill that turned your blood into icy clots, you were not willing to stop, but obviously his voice did.

“So you spoke...as you could see, I swore you was mute” he approached, standing behind you, he spat his smoke on your Nape and it got all over your face “or retarded”

“Well today you could see that I am none of those things.” Your eyes threatened to leave their sockets, and you cursed yourself for never thinking before speaking, Maybe you were finally going to die.

"It's neither of those two things, but it's something much worse... it's a witness" chills again you couldn't help but shudder, he enjoyed that he had the power at that moment you knew how dangerous a psychopath with power could be " A rather brave witness, I must admit, the first person to speak against me in court, and in general, the first woman... Maybe I underestimate them a little... Please look me in the eyes when I speak” the return, a lump in your dry and choked throat, your eyes struggling to carry your tears, yes, the guy had control

“a cowardly brave witness, but... regardless of their qualities, witnesses are still witnesses, the only ones who have true control, because they can or cannot participate in the events, but they look, they look at everything, some hidden in a perfect hiding like you, it doesn't matter if they decide to speak or not, the only thing that matters is that they know, and perhaps a little mouse is less dangerous than a rat, not for me, the people who know are the first to fall, to be set on fire as evidence Are you afraid of fire? Gasoline? to harm your family? or to weapons?” a loud silence from you, but the guy wasn't blind, and your chest was rising and falling faster than a roller coaster, he laughed sarcastically "I thought so..."

You started making strange noises as if you were drowning, he ignored them and continued with his speech that little by little began to become mute for you, your ears covered and you stopped seeing, you closed your eyes and covered your ears but you still did.

You could see in your mind, your knees were bending and you began to think that you were going to get out of here on a stretcher, and from one moment to the next without explanation you kicked his testicles so hard that your knee was hurting.

You looked really surprised at what you had done, a old man, war veteran, who lived alone lying on the ground, you could really be a monster, but you were not going to apologize or give in, An inexplicable disgust covered your chest, and turned your hands red

“This is for Johnny and for every cobra of every generation that I knew, know and have not known,And for the people they hurt ...And for Daniel Larusso...I hope he lives long enough for life up yours what deserves.

He didn't say anything, you just saw his pain, a silence from both of you, you looked at him for the last time, he didn't look at you, you continued on your way.

•Again it didn't feel good, the plug in your chest grew and grew, your hands redder, your face itched, your knee felt bleeding inside and your soul felt miserable, more than it had ever felt or could have felt. *for Johnny's trauma, for forcing Bobby, for Tommy's death, for Dutch's criminal life and for recruiting your brother into his ranks, for Miguel's temporary paralysis, and the prison for Robby, the fight in school* you repeated yourself but it was useless, it didn't give you a feeling of rest but rather a tangle of anguish in your stomach, it didn't matter if you died today, the day after or tomorrow because you were already dead in life,

and Lawrence and Larusso were never going to find out what happened before they caught up with you in the parking lot.

-From season 3 in Forward-

•You continue to maintain yourself in the following seasons, it's just that you took a break from solving other people's problems, you're just out there

•Johnny hasn't told you yet but you will be the godmother of his baby with Carmen (You have a bet in which you defend with blood that it will be a girl)

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Scraps to a Tank

Ive been working on this AU for a while. I'm very excited to finally post the first chapter. I'd love feed back from anyone, about anything. This is one of my favorite things I've come up with/written, and want to know how I can improve.

I am tagging some of my favorite redacted asmr writers/Tumblr pages because I'd love to have some feedback (if comfortable and have the time) but also I just want to share what I have.

This chapter is a little cheesy, so small warning for that.

 1.7 k words

Fandom: Redacted Asmr/Audio

TW/CW: Quinn in other words toxic, controlling, abusive relationship. nothing graphic. This is a Boxing/Fighting Au so there is fighting, i wouldn't consider it graphic, but everyone's different so read with your own discretion.

Let me know if I missed a trigger or spelling mistake.

Please comment and reblog, it lets me know people like my stuff and encourages me to write more!!!!!!

The building was intimidating.

It wasn't tall or fancy like the buildings a couple of blocks down.

It was an average building.

An average gym.

And yet it was still so daunting.

They checked the card for about the sixteenth time.

The sign matched the card.

The dirty, crusty, crumbled-up card.

The card's appearance didn't match its meaning.

This card was their lottery ticket.

“That name doest fit you.”

They turned around, a man, a beast.

He was tall, big, rugged.

The definition of strong.

Standing right in front of them.

“Excuse me?”

“Your fighter name, it doesn't fit you. And honestly neither does this.” 

His hand slowly waved around, gesturing to the alley.

“You're better than an alley fighter.”

They couldn't hold back their laugh, short and dry.

Just like Quinn’s. 

“You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm the fighter that lost.”

“I know.”

He steps closer.

Yet distanced.

He was still giving them space.

He respected them.

“And everyone and their mothers knows that fight was rigged. Though I could see it.”

Intrigued, they took a step closer.

“See what?”

“The passion. The strength, the techniques, you are a fighter.”

“I’m not.”

“You have the will to be.”

He stretched his hand out, a business card.

“I can teach you.”

“So this guy approached me today.”

All Quinn did was grunt and roll away from them.

“He says he can teach me how to fight.”

Their excitement was palpable.

“I already did.”

The air tensed as he fought to dampen their excitement.

For once, he failed.

“No, like real fighting, I looked up the name on the card. His dad is Gabriel Shaw, like Gabe Shaw!”

They hadn't felt this hopeful for a long time, and they wished Quinn would share their interest, at least a little, at least for once.

“Gabe Shaw, like the 3 time champi-”

“Two time, I recognized the name, he died before the last fight.”

The air tensed more.

Quinn was good at pushing things to their limit.

Even the air.

They hated it.

It was sicking.

They were sick of it.

Sick of Quinn.

“I think I'm going to take him up on it, he doesn't fight anymore, but from what I saw he’s good, just as good as his dad, and his fighters get pretty far. I could be a real fighter, I could learn real techniqu-”

“I already taught you real shit, and we already win.”

He moved fast and with anger.

Out of the bed he charged at them.

“Quin-”

“We already win. You're getting too cocky. Winning isn't about the fight itself, winning comes from the fuckers that bet, the poor drunk suckers we trick with the fights. That's how we win. You are no fighter, you know that. I’ve shown you that.”

He looked into their eyes, he didn't have to threaten them.

Not with details at least.

They knew it all too well.

That look in his eyes.

The tone in his voice.

It was all he had to do. 

And he knew it.

And he loved it.

He smiled, wicked and calm. Like this was normal, they supposed it was.

They didn't want it to be.

Not anymore. 

His hand reached for their forearm.

“Let us get to bed now precio-”

 They moved.

 Just slightly.

Just enough to avoid his touch.

"You don't want to do that, precious."

He was right.

They weren't ready.

They had to be ready.

They will be ready.

"I couldn't take it."

"What?"

The other fighter spoke, they weren't looking at you, their eyes on Quinn.

"Being with him. Dealing with him once a month is too much."

"Yeah. You're the first one to say that."

"Probably because the other fighters want to get in his pants. They just can't resist ‘The Viper’ "

They don't reply.

"Sorry, I thought you knew."

"I do, there's not much I can do."

"I think there is.”

"You don't understand"

"I do."

They look at the chunky heart-shaped ring on their finger.

"You can get out."

Those words drew them in.

Cautiously they expressed their interest.

"He's quite insecure, use it. Take away his control.”

There was a pause.

They looked around again.

Their eyes caught on Quinn.

A decision was being made behind those eyes.

When they made their decision it was clear.

They made eye contact.

Strong eye contact.

And continued.

“You'll have your moment. I promise. Take it or don’t, it’s up to you.”

They turn their back. 

" It's a little strange that you never win these staged fights. I think it's about damn time.”

"I hope everyone's bets are placed because the books are closed for Scraps vs Sweetheart!"

The announcer looks at Quinn, and with a quick nod, he starts again.

"Fighters ready?"

Sweetheart has an intense stare as they nod.

Scraps, on the other hand, doesn't hear the announcer the first time.

"Scraps? This fighter isn't even prepared, it's your fault if you took your chances on this underdog."

They snap back. 

"I'm ready."

And they were.

"Then…..FIGHT!"

The match starts, as planned. 

A couple hits, a swing of the legs and Scraps is knocked to the floor, as planned.

Sweetheart approached, to taunt, as rehearsed.

"Don't take this personally."

That's the only hit they give sweetheart.

Sweetheart's eyes glimmer as they smile.

"I won't. Take your moment."

Scraps grabs their neck, slamming their heads together before flipping them behind. Scraps moves fast as they get up. In the crowd, they see Quinn and his goons moving to the ring. 

"Sorry, thank you."

"Don't be, go."

They climb the makeshift fence and run. A huge smile stains their face as they leave the building, rain washes the sweat off their face. They keep running. Not running away from Quinn but towards freedom,  towards their future.

They took a deep breath before they opened the gym doors.

It’s bigger than they'd expected.

They'd never been in a professional gym like this. 

There were multiple rings, real rings, not the homemade stuff they were used to.

There's no reception desk like a public gym, but luckily David Shaw was the first person they spotted.

He was in a ring with someone.

They walk towards the ring, they can feel the other fighters watching them.

They get to the ring David is in.

Neither he nor the other fight realizes it.

"David?"

The two whip their head to you.

"Get out."

He was calm but still seemed angry.

"I'm Scraps, from the-"

"I know who you are. Now get out!"

They climb out of the ring, and begin their walk to the door, feeling defeated and quite offended they, whisper to themselves.

"Well fuck you mister big shot ."

"I'm not a big shot."

David says from behind. 

Scraps freezes up.

"When I said get out I meant the rink."

They stay still.

"Will you turn around?"

David didn't hold back his frustration.

Scraps feels it'd be best to turn around.

"Sorry."

"You shouldn't enter a ring without permission, not here."

"Sorry, I've never been somewhere this professional."

"You don't mean that."

"What?"

"Those sorries. That is not how you feel."

"I am sorry. And how exactly would you know how I feel? You just met me."

David's eyebrows raise as his eyes keep a dull annoyed look.

“To quote you ‘Well fuck you mister big shot’, that's how you feel, Don't act differently,  it pisses me off. I hate suck-ups."

Scraps believes him.

"Well, I'm not sorry, only because you don't have to be an ass, you said you recognize me, then you should of figured I wouldn't know these rules."

"I was an ass so I could protect you, get used to it."

Scraps smiles.

David rolled his eyes.

"It’s been about a year."

"Does the offer still stand?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Nothing."

Silence rests between them.

Scraps isn't patient enough to let it continue. 

"So can I start today?"

"We can't just take you in at the last moment, the trainers have others to train.”

"I don't." 

A curly-haired blonde yells across the room, near a punching bag, and starts rushing toward the two.

"I'll do it." 

David takes a breath so deep it is visible from his chest. Before he let out a sigh.

"No."

"Oh come on David, I'm a great trainer."

"Asher, I know that, but I said no. You are not the right fit. "

"Ohhh you want to train them."

Asher starts walking towards Scraps.

"Lucky bastard."

He whispers, without maliciousness.

"So what do we call you?"

"Well, I've gone by Scraps for a while."

"Scraps? Really?"

He looks them up and down.

"That won't work"

"He's right, I'm not calling you that."

David seconded Asher.

"Well, I don't really have any other ideas."

"Tank!"

Another voice echoes throughout the gym. 

Scraps wasn't expecting to recognize anyone other than David, but rushing towards the group was the boxer who gave them the nudge they needed.

Behind said fighter was a guy, seemingly trying to stop the other from coming over. He was failing.

"That would be Sweetheart,  they're our newest addition."

Asher kindly tried to keep Scraps updated through all the chaos.

"They know who I am Ash, at least I hope they do, with the concussion they gave me. You've got one thick skull."

Slightly overwhelmed by all the attention,  Scraps freezes and doesn't answer.

"But listen, Tank, it's perfect,  there like a machine. They gave me a concussion for God's sake, and then, after slamming our heads together,  which had to have hurt them too, they flipped me. That mother fucker acted like I weighed nothing. They're a fucking tank."

"How many times have I told you to watch your language."

David made a sound comparable to a growl.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes, then looked over to Scraps, to engage them.

"He's not a fan of my filthy mouth."

"I sure am."

"Milo"

David sounded like he wanted to strangle Milo.

Yet, to Scraps surprise no one was scared.

The group just laughed it off.

It was strange to Scraps.

"Ohhh my god!"

Asher shot his hands out to get everyone's attention.

"If you go by Scraps now, and we change it to Tank it's like, like you're being rebuilt, becoming stronger. Which is fucking sick."

David shakes his head at the profanity. Before turning to Scraps.

"It's up to you, it's your name. You don't have to choose now. "

"I like it. I mean, I love it."

That's all they said, they wanted to say more but didn't want to overshare about their life after five minutes of meeting these people.

"I am a tank. So I'll be Tank."

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[practically-an-x-man]

What are your OCs most petty pet peeves? The one thing that really shouldn't annoy them, but somehow it just drives them up the wall?

Oooooh good one!!

Rae: She knows they're just trying to help, but... when she's in a foreign country to learn a language, and the locals hear her struggle with the new language and end up switching to English. It's a nice thought, but she's there to learn and switching to English means she doesn't get experience with the new language

Robin: I don't know how petty this is since it's really a legitimate concern... but people who learn she reads lips and proceed to over-enunciate and speak at glacial speeds, which is just harder to make sense of.

Madison: Cannot stand people taking her food. She does not share food. She will make food for others, she loves to bake and give out treats, but there's no "can I have one of your fries?" or "you can try a bite of mine if I try a bite of yours". She knows it's silly, but she was food-insecure for a lot of years while living out in the woods, so she can't bring herself to surrender any part of a meal.

Ophelia: She gets annoyed with how often the news tries to rebrand her as "the new Doc Ock" - she avoided that mantle out of respect to her father, her hero name is Argonaut and has never been Doc Ock, but it's hard to keep the news from using it to stir up drama.

Jasper: Used to get really annoyed at people's reactions to their natural Cajun accent, even to the point that they dropped the accent most of the time - you're in New Orleans, people, you're going to hear some Cajun folks! And their accent does not make them any less professional than people with a more Northern accent!

Katherine: Generally, a lot of typical artist's pet peeves related to her sketchbook - don't ask her to draw you, don't flip through her sketchbook when she's showing off one drawing, don't look over her shoulder while she's working... art is a very personal, intimate thing, and a lot of people don't understand that.

Quinn: People correcting her when she mixes her metaphors - it's a running joke with Billy, but irritating when it comes from anyone else. That, or people going out of their way to "accommodate her" in a way that just becomes pushy, and less helpful than just leaving her alone.

Kestrel: It doesn't happen often, but people making up Latin names for flora and fauna just to sound intelligent. Mixing up a few similar-looking species (eg. Falco sparverius vs. Falco femoralis) is an honest mistake, but they've run into people who will straight-up make up lies on the spot just to impress their friends, and it really grates on them.

Eris: It's hard to seriously annoy them, since they really thrive on conflict, but I think they get really tired of people being ignorant about regionalities and the history of land - the Middle East is not just one big patch of desert, neither is Africa, they have distinct regional climates and cultures and it's rude to assume they're all the same. Eris in particular has been mistaken for just about every ethnicity under the sun, with how ambiguous and "cradle of civilization" they (as an immortal) look, so they've experienced this from a lot of different angles.

Nikoletta: Any sort of hovering, or people who invade her personal space. Even if they don't actually touch her, and even if she doesn't have to be cautious about her shadow-touch, it makes her anxious and uncomfortable - and especially if they're standing behind her and she can't quite see them. She even asks Abner to stand behind her when they're out somewhere (like waiting in line at a coffee shop), because she gets so uncomfortable with strangers being right behind her.

(I know most of these are like... actually legitimate things to be annoyed about, but it's hard to think of tiny petty things to have as pet peeves and have it still be interesting)

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[eddiesgirls12]

Star and sunshine - Joseph Quinn

A/N: Heey guys!! This is my first one shot,and I'm not a native english speaker,so don't mind my grammar mistakes and shitty writing. Also don't copy or use any of my works without my permission,and also this one shot is already posted on my wattpad.

Warnings: Angst,young Joe is a little asshole,drinking,crying,mentions of autism ( bullying )and fluff at the end.

Enjoy!!

Your parents always told you that your university years would be the best years of your life. Your mom's love story with your father was so lovely,you always adored them,and the way they've met. You wanted to have the same. You were just shy.

LAMDA. 2012. 09. 1

First day at the drama university,was boring a little bit. You were just sitting on your place by yourself. You didn't really wanted a bench mate. The classroom and everything was so scary. It was like a big labyrinth for you

It's okey,just calm down,you don't look that bad today,no one is going to judge you

Deep breaths just deep breaths,you're in the school of your dreams right now. You wanted this,so now deal with it-

" Mind if I sit next to you? " suddenly a voice intrerupted  your deep thoughts,then you looked up to see a boy standing next to you,with a shy smile on his face.

His eyes are like hot chocolate. Kinda cute you thought quickly because you realised that he was still waiting for your answer.

" No,of course not. "

He grined then put down his backpack and set down next to you. The two of you shared a few glances,not knowing what to say to eachother. Looking around,everyone was talking and laughing with their new friends. You had more 10 minutes until your first lesson started.

" I'm Joe by the way " the boy said,finally breaking the silence,and he held his hand out for you to shake it.

" I'm Y/N. "

" Y/N I like that. Are you from France? "

You slowly nodded,as you waited  his next movement,because you waren't sure if he wanted to bully you because of accent,or just simply wanted to make a converstation.

" Oh nice,I always wanted to go there. Your accent is so cute by the way. " he spoke again and smiled at you."

Present day

" Shit girls,where are you taking me? " you laughed as your two bestfiends lead you with your eyes blindfolded.

" Relax,we're not trying to kidnap you or anything. We're taking you home,but there's going to be a suprise waiting for you. "

" Okey I understand,but I'm so uncofortable to walk around with my eyes blindfolded. Can I take it off untill then?"

" No. " your friend Bianca replied simply chuckling on your inpatient.

LAMDA. 2012. 11. 5

" Okey so the answers are on the top of the card's and on the bottom there's your next question towards the class. Let's see I read the first one. " your teacher said as everyone paid attention so did you.

You waited for the right question to read your answer,but somehow neither of the questions were the right for your answer. Then she started explaining something,which sounded like the answer which could be on your card,but you were not pretty sure about it,so you didn't raise your hand.

Then the teacher started looking around in the class for the card with the answer on it,and when she reached your table,she grabed the card from your hands. " There is it!!! Why didn't you read it? "

And then suddenly the school bully Lucy rolled her eyes " Why am I not suprised? Don't mind her miss,she's just an  autistic. "

That was when Joe slammed his hand on the table and glared at her. " Go and suck soneone's dick,and leave her alone! "

Everyone let out an " huuuuuh " then the teacher's voice intrerupted the tension between them. " Mr. Quinn!! How dare you say that to a girl? You're getting 2 hours detention in the library,maybe it will help you to learn some respect towards them. "

" And the school's slut is going to get away with what she said? She called me an autistic for not being brave enough to read my answer because I was confused. That's doesn't seem fair to me. " you replied raising your hand with a smirk.

" Fine. Then the three of you will get detention. You and Mr. Quinn getting 2 hours,Lucy gets 3. Is this okey? "

" Perfect. " you nodded,then looked over at Joseph who tried to hold back his laugh.

***

" I swear you're an idiot. Why would you do that? " you hissed as you and Joe walked out from the classroom to the library.

" What was I supposed to do? She has no right to call you that!! " he answered bumping his shoulder against yours slightly.

" But you got yourself in trouble! What will your parents do,when they found out about this? Joe,that's isn't you! "

" I don't care,because like I said before,I couldn't let her get away with it,so I embaressed her. You also got in trouble,so I don't know what's your problem. "

" I've got myself in trouble because  I felt bad! I couldn't let you suffer alone. It was my fault. " you sighed as the two of you entered the library where a teacher was already waiting for you to keep on eye on you.

" Where's the third one? " she asked rudly.

" Probably left. " Joseph shrugged then made his way to the bookshelfs to find something to read.

You did the same,and started looking for Les Miserables wrote by Victor Hugo. You always wanted to read this book,so you felt like now was the perfect time to read it.

As you were sitting next to each other you felt like Lucy was right after all. Wherever you went,you were always bullied and beaten up. You didn't understand why though,but your brain always worked a little bit slower,and you were always panicking. You still had no idea how an autistic person acted though.

" Joe? " you suddenly asked and looked up from his book.

" Yeah? "

" Do you think I'm...autustic? "

He frowned and put his book aside. Suddenly he grabed your hand and squized it to get your attention.

" No ,you're not. See? This is exatly why I did what I did. She wants everyone and even you to think that you're an autistic,but you're not. Believe me,I've met autistic people before,you are not like them. Stop worrying about it. "

When he noticed that you didn't believed him,he nudged your arms causing you to look at him. When you did he smiled and said. " I think you are amazing and adorble. "

And with that, he made you fall in love with him."

Present day

" Guys you know I hate suprises,right? "

You were sitting in a cab between Bianca and Mary. Your muscles were tensed,you just couldn't keep it calm,because of your excitment.

" We're not even sure if you're not going to kill us,after you saw it. " Mary replied.

" Oh god. No. I can't kill you. I would need to pay for your funerals. No. " you answered then you started laughing along with the girls.

LAMDA. 2014. 02. 14

You sighed sadly as you watched Joseph giving his girlfriend a rose. You were suffering. It was your fault though. It was your fault that he was huging and kissing that girl and not you. You should have told him years ago how you felt,when all the girls went after that blondie boy who's already gratuated last year.

Joe aged like fine wine,you weren't going to lie. You still had a chance back then,but now it's impossible. You already lost counting on how many times you ended up crying yourself to sleep.

" Hey cutie!! Oh you look sad! What happened? " he asked you when he set down next to you.

You forced a smile then shake your head. " I'm not sad. I'm just not in the mood for all this red and pink maddnes around me. "

" No one's asked you for the Valentine's ball,right? "

You nodded and looked away to blink back your tears. Your heart was already broken,you didn't wanted to make it worse. If he saw you crying then he wouldn't leave you alone unless you told him what's wrong.

" Hey, uhm...I have something for you. "

You turned your head to look at him,holding a ring between his fingers. You raised an eyebrow at him confused. Why would he give you a ring? You were not his girlfriend-

" That's a promose ring. I want you to take it,so we could stay friends forever. I also have one. " he explained and held up his left hand. He had a similar ring.

" Thank you. " you thanked him quietly as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

" You don't need to thank me,just stay with me. "

" Okey. "

***

You were alone that night,your parents went for a mini vacation together. It was almost 2 am and you still couldn't sleep. You were curled up into a ball on your bed. Some boys did ask you to be their partner at the ball,but you rejected them,because you wanted to go with Joe. You always wanted him,not someone esle.

Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. It was harsh,you got scared a little bit,but you still went to open the it. You expected one of your friends from school,maybe she was drunk again. But then when you opened the door you were shocked.

It was Joseph standing there,in a drunken state. You quickly let him in,then you turned on the lights. His shoulders started shaking,as he let out some quiet sob.

" Hey...what's wrong? " you asked him,as you quickly embraced him.

" She cheated on me. She kissed another boy,right in front of me. In front of everyone,just to embarrass me. " Joe answered burying his face in your neck,and you wrapped you arms around his shoulder keeping him close.

" Hey hush...it's okey Joe. It's okey. I'm here. You deserve someone better. She neved deserved you,I could tell. I promise you that everything is going to be okey.

As you held him close,you kneeled down slowly with him. You had never seen him like this. This girl was his first girlfriend,but unfortunately not the last one. That night,he ended up falling asleep in your arms. You didn't mind at all,because you knew that he needed you."

Present day

" Hey girl do you remember at that cute boy,from London? You went in the same class. " Mary suddenly asked. You were still sitting in the cab.

" Do you mean Joseph Quinn? Yeah I still remember him. " you replied smiling sadly.

" You two were pretty close huh? "

" We were friends,untill...Untill he fucked up. I mean kind of. He called me autistic at a party when he was drunk. I never trusted him again,because you know drunk words,sober thoughts. " you answered sadly.

" You loved him didn't you? "

" I still do. I'm following his career and I'm so proud of him. But I could never trus him again. He broke me,and gived me years of suffering. This is why I left after graduating. I stayed at the party,then came home on the earliest flight. Plus I got a job here,and that France serial helped me to start my career as an actress. " you explained as you felt the car stop.

LAMDA. 2014. 12. 31

You were at a New Year's eve party with a few classmates and with Joseph. You were dancing a little,and then you went out with Joseph for a quick smoke. You had to tell him,that you were going to go back to Paris,because your parents were moving back there. You planned on finishing your studies there,and to graduate.

" I have to tell you something. It's very important. " you sighed and blow out the smoke nervously.

" Oh okey. Go ahead. "

" I'm going to go back to Paris. My parents are moving back,and...I want to go with them. I'm going to graduate there. "

" What? " he looked at you confused and shocked at the same time.

" I'm sorry. But I don't want to leave my parents behind and...and I'm missing my friends- "

" What about me? " he intrerupted you. " What about Wes and the others hm? What about us? "

" Joe,I'm so sorry,but I have no choice- "

" Oh yes you do. You could stay there in that house."

" ...and I want to graduate there with my friends and cousins. "

He glared at you,and stubbed out his cigarette,then lighted another one.

" Why are you mad?  I have the promise ring. We're still going to stay friends. "

" Oh yeah? Amazing. That's amazing. " he mumbled in a sarcastic tone.

You folded your arms,and stared in to the distance. Why was he mad? He had a girlfriend,he was happy with her. He ignored you because of her,and skipped your programs which you had together. He also had his new friends. He didn't paid much attention on you,and he didn't protected you anymore,when Lucy was bullying you.

" Stay. I don't want you to go. " he whispered.

" I'll think about it. " you promised just because you didn't wanted to argue with him on New Year's eve.

***

Joe was vomiting for the third time. He was pretty drunk,and Wesley already tried to offer him water,but drunk Joseph was always so fucking stubborn.

" Do you want some more Martini my love? " his girlfriend asked him and you and Wesley looked at eachother with wide eyes. She was also drunk.

" Mate,you really need to stop drinking. "

" Says who? " he asked as let out a dry chuckle.

" Me for instance! Joe you already vomited three times!! It's enough!! " you answered,and that caused his girlfriend to roll her eyes.

" I think he can decide what he wants by himself. So you can go home freak. "

" Stop pretending like you are that good for him!! Unlike you we care about him,his mom asked me and Wasley to take care of him!! " you fought back,but that really pissed Joe off.

" Oh shut the fuck up!! Didn't you hear what she said? I can decide what is good for me,I don't need you!! Are you that autistic or what??!! "

Tears filled your eyes as you stared at your bestfriend,the boy you adored and loved the most. With that question he killed all your love you had for him. You felt betrayed and left alone. You didn't said anything,just throw at him the promise ring he give you then ran out.

" You are a dick Quinn. You better kick that slut out from my house before I do. " Wesley told him gesturing at his girlfriend,then he ran after you.

You almost reached your car when he caught up with you. " Y/N,please wait!! He didn't mean any of this!!

You turned around with a sad smile then chuckled. " Oh come on buddy. Drunk words,sober thoughts. At least I know that I should forget him forever because he's...he's not the one. "

" I'm so sorry,baby. I didn't expected this to turn out like this. "

" At least it was just the three of us now. I should have left with the others. "

Wesley gived you a conforting hug,and rubed your back. He was really over protecting when it came to you. He was the only one who knew about your love - or ex love - towards Joseph.

" Are you going to move back to Paris? "

" I'm going to stay just for you. My parents told me that if I wanted to stay,they will wait another year with the moving back gladly. I'll graduate then leave this fucking place.

" You are a strong girl. I'm going to kick his balls for treating you like this. "

Present day

Joseph apologised multiple times after this,but you ignored him,and set next to your other friend during class. You slowly pushed you feeling away,and felt a little bit free.

After the graduating party,the only thing you told him,was that you are going to relax and watch movies - and with that you made a perfect excuse, to reject his offer because he wanted to invite you to another party the next day - and maybe look for a job. Then you left on the next day with your parents,without saying goodbye.

But you got scolded a little bit,from your parents for not saying goodbye to him. Your mom really loved Joe,and always told you that you should forgive him. But you were too hurt to do that. You thought that cutting him off would help you to heal. But to be honest it just made it worse,and now it's a 100% sure that you two are not going to end up together,because he's famous now,and meeting beautifull women during Comic Cons and Fan Expos.

" What does this sign mean? " you asked him,after he drawn a sun on your palm with his thumb.

" You are my sunshine. That's how I remind you. " he smiled shyly.

Your face turned red,as you grabbed his hand and drawn a star on his palm.

" Well,what does this sign mean? "

" That means that you are my star. "

You smiled to that memory,as the girls slowly lead you to your bedroom. The familiar scent of your room helped you to calm your nerves. Suddenly they stopped you,and they lifted your arms.

Then you felt two gentle hands grabing yours,slowly pulling you closer to his body.

" Oh so the suprise is a person then,hm. " you noted,while your heart was beating fast.

Something happened. Something terrifying which made you froze. That was when you heard the door closing, alerting you that your friends left the room.

But that was not the scariest thing. You knew that touch. You reconised it even though it's been years since you felt it. But you were not sure that it was really him,so you tested him. You drawn a star on his palm,with your thumb.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited. And then is happened. He drawn a sun on your palm. You took a step backwards from him.

" Go away. I don't want to see you. "

He let out a big sigh,then walked closer to you. You kept walking backwards untill your back bumped in to the wall.

" You only making things worse Joseph. Go away. "

" I know you loved me. And I know you still do. The girls told me everything. " he finally replied.

You ripped off the blindfold from your eyes,then glared at him. You looked at him with your killing look,which you only used when you wanted to scare someone away from you. It usually worked. But not on him.

" You better leave before I kill you. I feel like I could choke you right now. "

" Why are you still on that? I've already apologised multiple times!! "

" Because I know you meant it! You meant every fucking word what you said. You never regreted saying it. Go back to your slu- "

" How can you say that? " he intrerupted you,stroking your palms. " Couldn't you see how much I cared about you? I was ready to sacrifise everything for you. Hell even if you'd ended up coming back Paris for your last year,I was ready to give up everything in London,and follow you. "

" You're lying. " you huffed simply which made him roll his eyes at you. " Why are you here anyway? To make me suffer? Go away! I don't want to suffer anymore!! Please don't ruin my birthday!!! "

"I love you!!! "

Your eyes widened at the sudden change of his tone,and looked away from him. Of course he would say that now that you are breaking down right in front of him. He only said this because he feels guilty. Good move.

" You don't have to say that just because you feel sorry for me. "

He slowly touched your chin with his fingers, then turned your head back,to look at him. Your breath hitched when you made eye contact with his hot chocolate eyes,and decided to listen what he has to say to you.

" Y/N,I never wanted to hurt you. What I said it was horrible,and I wish I could turn back in time,just to fix everything,but unfortunately I can't.  I didn't mean any of that- "

" Drunken worlds sober thoug- "

" No no no,you're going to let me finish it first. And anyways this stupid expression doesn't include me,because I'm not an asshole. "

" Not all the time. " you corrected with a slight smirk.

" You are such a bitch. " he laughed shaking his head. " But I love you. I always knew,that it's going to be you,I just...I'm an idiot. And you are so silly for not telling me sooner. "

" Stop saying this! " you shake your head as more tears filled your already glassy eyes. " Like I said it before,you are just only saying this because you feel guilty because of what you've done! I don't need your pitty. "

" Darling,I know it's hard to believe it,but I'm sure about my feelings this time,and I would never tell you such a serious thing,if it was not true. Sweetheart you are my sunshine,and I love you with all my heart. "

" Please...don't make me suffer. Stop saying it. It's not true. Please Joe,don't say that...don't give me hope. " you begged him,as you slowly sunk down on your knees,sobbing.

You didn't even blinked twice,and he was right in front of you,also on his knees,and held your cheeks between his hands. Your foreheads were pressed together as he wiped you tears with his thumb. At this point you believed him,because he was just holding you,and looking at you lovingly.

" I love you too. " you whispered after five minutes. " so damn much. "

He smiled and kissed your forehead. You smiled back,and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him.

***

" So did I ruin your birthday? " he asked as the two of you were cuddled up in your bed.

" I hate your timing. " you replied shaking your head.

" I take this as a no then. "

" You are wrong,because you did ruin my birthday. You made me angry,then you made me cry. It's the worse thing which could happen on your special day, you know. " you teased.

He looked at you seriously,and then the next thing you knew he was hovering over you,tickling your sides. You laughed histericaly and screamed as you tried to stop him,but he was too strong.

" Stop!! Joseph please s-stop!! "

" Make me. " he smirked.

" Nah ah. I'm not going to melt under your smirk, you smiley idiot. No chance mate. "

" Too late my love,I already made you melt. And if don't believe me,then I'm going to do it again. Because I still have the promise ring. " he explained as he took it out from his pocket,and held it between his fingers. " the difference is,that you can't take it off,untill I give you a new one,when I'm going to ask you to be my wife. "

" Hmm well planned out plan. But are you sure,I would say yes to you? "

" You better,if you don't want the tickle monster visit you while you're sleeping,and maybe tickle you somewhere else. "

" Joe!!!! " you yelled as your face flushed.

" What's with the red face Y/N? I was reffering at your pretty little butt. "

" You're awfull. "

" But you love me. " he leaned down to give you a quick kiss,and slipped the ring on your finger.

" Yeah. I do. It hurts how much I love you. "

Maybe your uiversity years weren't the best,but you still ended up with the man you truly loved after all. And that was the only thing that mattered.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #angst #joseph quinn angst #friends to enemies to friends to lovers

[yumi-michiyo]

Weird fan ask here I know you don’t write anymore but I was wondering what your descriptions of Quinn, Marley and their pairing would be? Nothing long or anything I just, I wanted to describe them to a friend to recommend but they asked like in your writing what are they like and I wasn’t sure how to tell them so beautifully the way you do so I figured instead of trying I’d ask, no worries if you don’t have the time I know it seems silly haha hope you’re having a lovely time!

Aight uh

Quinn is very much a work in progress; there's a lot of pressure on her to be the Perfect All-American Girl (whatever that means) but made a mistake and gets punished for it. She's smart, jaded, and still learning that it's okay to be herself.

I refuse to use Rachel to describe Marley lol, despite what Glee canon says. Marley is comfortable in her own skin in a way Quinn envies. Marley is also achingly kind and very in touch with her emotions.

Quinn has plenty of intelligence, but Marley is the one with emotional intelligence. Quinn wishes she could be open and honest like Marley; Marley wants Quinn's charm and confidence. In all of my universes, they're drawn to each other through common ground like books or food or music, and then gradually become interested in the other person lol. Any relationship between this two would be built on a solid friendship first as they learn to trust each other, and to learn from each other.

I hope this kinda explains what I see in this lil crackship, and how I imagine their dynamic to be!

#ask: anon #fanfic #fandom: glee #ship: fabrose #musings on ship dynamics #quinn fabray #marley rose #I will populate the tags