#Torn don't give a crap

[tsubaki94]

Jak and Daxter babysitting

If you know any good jnd fanfic I would love to read them?

#babysitting #fanart #Jak #Daxter #torn #Mar #kid jak #jak 2 #renegade #underground #Kor #water color #jnd #jak and daxter #sle #playing #Jak needs to smile more #Torn don't give a crap #Daxter is a great friend

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE SEONGJI YUK HEADCANONS

After he escaped from the grasp of the Shaman and from the Cheonlinag village, he found his solace by himself on the mountain and felt at peace till is peace got disrupted by a ragtag group of unruly teenagers who thought of him as their teacher and decided to stick around him who called themselves the Cheonliang family. Finding love was the LAST thing he ever had on his mind, he was born with an extra finger in his hand and foot was supposedly destined to be the Yaksha for that brat of a Shaman's son Taejin till he decided to say screw it and wanted to forge his own path. For a long time it was just him and the annoying teenagers till you stumbled upon his mountain 

It was the night time and the peace and serenity of the night was disrupted by you, whose soft sobs and sniffles echoed through the atmosphere of the night. Seongji came out of his cave slightly annoyed at first that someone was on the mountain but when his eyes landed on you with your tears streaming down your pretty face, your hair strands falling on your face and your hair gently billowing in the gentle breeze as your shirt was almost half torn, his expression softened. You made him feel something, more than he'd ever like to admit. You made him feel something warm...he felt like there was a warm fire lit at the bottom of his stomach and it was a feeling he couldn't explain. However his feelings were something to be bothered about later, right now he felt the urge to comfort you

He strode over to you slowly to not scare you off as he looked at you with a slight frown on his face. Silently without saying anything, his thumb gently brushed against your cheek and wiped your tear as he wrapped his jacket around you. "Why are you so upset...little things like you shouldn't be crying alone this late in the night'' he said as he surveyed your features with his calculating gaze. As you told him the story of how the Shaman almost tried to assault you and tried to rip your clothes off till you escaped from him and he'd sent the members of the Yamazaki clan to get you back, Seongji's eyes narrowed in anger. He felt his rage building up and he wanted nothing more than to just slam that conman of a Shaman's face into a bricked wall and rip out his damn eyes with his Tanghulu rods

He took you to an area where the other students were busy chatting with each other and you spotted five guys wearing sunglasses and the same jackets in the red and black and white colors, a chubby girl with glasses and blonde hair in a judo uniform and another girl with raven hair and was slightly younger than the rest of them. "Oh, someone new, hello" said the blonde chubby girl as she introduced herself as Mary Kim. "We can see she's new dumbass elephant'' said another guy as he scoffed and rolled his eyes as Mary and the guy started bickering with each other. A guy leaned in towards you with a friendly smile on his face. "Sorry about them, they're always like that. The guy she's arguing with is Vinjin by the way, he used to be a sacrifice before our teacher saved him'' said the guy to you as he introduced himself as Jaewoo to you. "Shut up, I could fight on my own you know'' said Vinjin. "Last I remember you started crying and begged me to save you...correct me if I'm wrong and also, I'm not your teacher, you kids really don't have anything better to do in your lives...'' said Seongji as a slight amused smirk formed on his face as Vinjin instantly shut up and grumbled under his breath 

You were introduced to the other people as well such as Taebong, Hyungjae, Wooseok and Sujin. Seongji sneaked a few glances at you every now and then as he looked at your nervous behavior. You reminded him of a scared little animal, he found it endearing actually. He handed you a plate of food and when you politely tried to refuse him, his eyes narrowed at you. "Eat. I can see you're exhausted, don't give me all that being polite crap'' he said in a stern tone as he handed you the plate. You started staying with the Cheonliang family after that and grew rather close to them. The first time when you fell asleep, he took in your features and he knew he was staring at you like an idiot but he couldn't help it. You looked so... peaceful and innocent. You did not deserve to go through whatever happened to you. Something in him urged him to protect you and keep you safe and maybe stab the Shaman in the eye one day 

Overtime you'll start to realize his feelings for you would become possessive. He realizes his feelings for you are spinning out of control but does he care? Of course not, he wants to keep you safe. However it starts off slowly. He doesn't want you going into the village anymore since he's worried someone might take you away. You're always to be under his gaze where he can keep an eye on you. He'd be damned if Shigeaki Kojima and his lapdogs take you away from him. At first he tries to shove his feelings inside for you deep down. But when you spot him brooding over his thoughts and when you comfort him and hold his rough calloused hands in your ones, it takes him all his self control to not hug you. He's never had anyone compliment his fingers, he was always viewed as a monster. His mind went into a literal overdrive as he slightly blushed for the very first time and looked slightly flustered and embarrassed as he felt his heart hammer against his chest wildly 

He's more of a silent observer. He always watches you from the shadows, even though he might look aloof and distant and stoic, deep down he really does care for you, a lot. If you have nightmares he'll sigh softly as he'll run his fingers through your hair gently and awkwardly yet comfortingly pat your head as you'll fall asleep. Don't ask me how but somehow he'll find a way to know whatever you like. Maybe he'll overhear one of his students talking or something and his interest will pique up. Whatever it is that you want, you'll have it. He has obsessive feelings for you but he won't act upon them till the time you're in any kind of danger 

One day you were about to go into the village since you needed something and the members of the Yamazaki clan tried to take you away after Taejin wanted you to be his. Seongji seethed and saw red as soon as he heard the news. When he saw the men grabbing you by your hair and making you cry, that's when he felt like he snapped. His anger coursed through him like a burning flame and he felt like things were a blur but within a matter of mere seconds, he managed to knock everyone out. He ruthlessly beat them up and stabbed them with his Tanghulu rods and even stabbed one of them in the eye. Their screams of pain didn't matter to him, they hurt you, they deserved it. A primitive darker side of him filled him with thoughts of just murdering them for good so they'd learn a lesson. However he didn't want to make you scared, you needed to be comforted first 

"Why did you leave... I told you I'd give you whatever you want. It's not safe for you to be out on your own anymore. Come on, let's go'' said Seongji to you as he slightly frowned and he lifted you in his arms like a sack of flour and carried you back to the cave. He'll patch up any of your wounds and a sad look will pass on his face if sees any of your injuries though he might hide it. You were almost taken away from him, he can't allow you to do as you please anymore, not when your safety is at stake. He'll ask the others to keep an eye on you as well and you'll bet your allowance they'll IMMEDIATELY snitch on you the first chance they get. Look, they all like you but they like their teacher more and they're loyal to him so... say goodbye to your privacy I guess 

Seongji might pretend to be annoyed when he has to deal with you when he's cooking but he secretly loves your company. He hates the thought of someone else stealing you away from him, he's seen the way some men looked at you and it just makes him want to rip their bloody eyes out. He'll deal with your company and presence with a soft smile on his face. If you start getting cheeky and start saying cheesy stuff he'll roll his eyes at you and smirk but he'll be a blushing mess deep down. He has barely any experience when it comes to romance and love but he still wants to take care of you nonetheless 

Don't even THINK of trying to escape from him or leave him, he's known as the King of Cheonliang for a reason. If you somehow manage to get out of Cheonliang, he'll have to call his 'friends' for help, his friends being none other than the first generation Kings themselves. While Seongji is not pleased with your escape attempt, he will glare at you in a cold manner and list out all the dangerous possibilities that could have happened to you had your escape attempt been successful. He just wants to love you and protect you, why is that so hard for you to understand? He'll give you the silent treatment and treat you like a naughty kid till you're ready to apologize for your actions in which case he'll embrace you and gently pat your head and tell you how much he loves you and it's all for your own good. If you start throwing a tantrum and kicking at things, he'll just be amused. You remind him of a bratty little child, however if you're crying your eyes and heart out, he'll feel his chest tighten. He doesn't like seeing you cry, he'll just sigh and wipe your tears away but he'll never allow you to leave. You're belong to him and he'll do everything he can to ensure it stays that way...

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[icedragonlizard]

I might get torn apart for posting this, but imo it must be said.

To make it crystal clear, I don't excuse Susie's actions in Planet Robobot. But I don't excuse Taranza's actions in Triple Deluxe either.

I think people in the Kirby fandom infantilize Taranza way too much.

I am not joking when I say that I've seen people go as far as to say that he was "never a villain in the first place". That he's "innocent".

I'm sorry, but that's just flat out wrong. He was objectively the villain during Triple Deluxe. "He was just following orders!" is not proof of innocence when he was following the orders of a dictator. Taranza was a dictator-enabler. A dictator's right-hand man. That's not innocent. He lowkey kidnapped people in the name of this dictator.

Who knows what he could've done off-screen during the game while dragging Dedede around with him... probably could've tormented a lot of unshown Floralians while Kirby was trying to stop the takeover.

I also believe that Taranza loved playing the villain. He looks incredibly smug while dragging Dedede around and provoking bosses into fighting Kirby. Not to mention the very things that he says in his monologue right before he uses Dedede like a puppet to fight Kirby.

.... So much for the claims of "never a villain in the first place".

I very much believe he's reformed (Susie too, tbh) but I wish people would stop totally erasing his actions and pretending he did no bad.

This is not meant to demonize Taranza in any way. It's just... I absolutely hate that people treat him like a poor little innocent baby while simultaneously treating Susie like an irredeemable, unforgivable monster. They committed very similar crimes, but somehow get treated like they're opposite ends of the spectrum morality-wise.

Now, when comparing them, Susie is indeed the worse of the two overall, because her actions were done on multiple planets vs. one country. But that doesn't change the fact that it's still hypocritical to treat one of them like they're innocent while demonizing the other.

Regardless of the different scales of their crimes, they're both ultimately just second-in-commands to corrupt higher-ups that then helped give Kirby something to fight the final boss when it mattered.

I like to think that Taranza and Susie are both rather morally grey people with good and bad qualities. To me, they're friends with Kirby now, but they still have flaws despite not being as bad as they were before. I'd put Magolor on the same boat alongside with them too.

Taranza can both have grief and still have flaws. And I think Susie 100% has had grief for her dad too, even if she's less open about it.

One of the reasons why Susie discourse is so aggravating is because people simultaneously downplay and infantilize other villains, especially Taranza. People are hypocrites. I bet people wouldn't give a crap if Taranza or Magolor were to turn Meta Knight into a robot.

I get why the colonization and capitalism themes for both Susie and Planet Robobot as a whole can strike a nerve to some people and elicit discomfort, but I don't really think that warrants a massive and unfair discrepancy to how she gets treated compared to the others.

While I can get why those themes can make some people not like her as much as others, I don't think it makes it fair to treat her like an unforgivable demon because her villainy happens to be more real.

Just because the others are less real doesn't mean they're innocent.

The double standards suck.

#kirby #taranza #taranza kirby #susie haltmann #susie kirby #susanna patrya haltmann #magolor #kirby triple deluxe #kirby planet robobot #kirby star allies #queen sectonia #max profitt haltmann

[poisonlove]

It's Fine | j.o

Sorry I'm very sorry

Part 3

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" I yelled in panic, my eyes anxiously scanning the ride as it slowly ascended along the track. "Stop complaining and enjoy the roller coaster," Jenna replied with a small smile, her eyes shining with adrenaline.

She had the absurd idea of coming to the county fair to try out some new rides. I had never been very comfortable with these attractions, but Jenna was always seeking adventures. My heart was racing, my breath quickening. I was afraid of heights and the thought of being suspended in the air. But Jenna seemed completely at ease.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "Okay, maybe I could give it a try. But just one!" I said, still trying to convince myself.

We continued to wait as the ride reached its highest point. Then, with a sudden jolt, the brakes gave way, and we were catapulted downward. "CRAP!" I exclaimed loudly, my eyes wide with surprise. Instinctively, I placed my hand on Jenna's, hoping to find support to prevent me from falling during the ride. Her slender fingers intertwined with mine in an instant, strengthening the grip of my hold.

In the blink of an eye, the death-defying ride came to a stop.

The safety bar lifted, allowing us to exit, and I thanked the heavens for still being alive. "See? It was fun," Jenna said with a huge smile plastered on her lips. "Fun? I saw my soul leave my body," I muttered distractedly. "You're always such a drama queen," Jenna teased, while fixing her ruffled hair.

My eyes slowly descended to our still intertwined hands. In that moment, a wave of self-awareness washed over me, causing my cheeks to blush intensely. I swallowed hard, feeling suddenly awkward, and with a clumsy gesture, I released our grip.

Jenna made a disappointed face but quickly replaced it with a shy smile.

"You don't know what I'm usually like; you don't know me at all," I exclaimed with irritation, remembering the times Jenna used to tease me.

"Can we move on?" Jenna's voice sounded like a plea. "I've told you several times that I want to change, to be myself," she concluded, looking at me seriously.

I opened my mouth indignantly and sighed heavily. "Mmmh," I grumbled, still not entirely convinced. "I didn't hear that," Jenna said with a small smile on her lips. "Fine... I'll try," I muttered under my breath.

"Well then... I must say that this sweatshirt looks great on you," Jenna complimented, changing the subject.

I had decided to wear a simple gray sweatshirt and a pair of ripped jeans that matched my Adidas sneakers.

"Thanks," I smiled, embarrassed. "You too... I mean... you look beautiful, umm... you looked beautiful this morning too, but that's not the point," I stammered, blushing.

Jenna chuckled softly and tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "What do you want to do now?" she asked eagerly, looking around at the bustling fairground rides with bright eyes. My eyes fixed on the Ferris wheel, longing to see the city from above and find some quiet in this bustling fair.

"What do you say we take a ride on the Ferris wheel?" I asked timidly, and Jenna smiled to the side. "I knew you wanted to go there, old lady," Jenna teased and nudged me playfully in the side. "But if you want to go on the Ferris wheel, then let's go," she said with enthusiasm.

Jenna timidly, with flushed cheeks, reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers as we walked toward the enormous Ferris wheel. The sensation was overwhelming, and my body seemed torn between the instinct to pull away in fear and the irresistible desire to draw closer due to the sweet feeling this contact was causing.

Jenna's thumb instinctively caressed the back of my hand, sending shivers down my spine. Her nails, light as feathers, glided gently on my skin, creating an electrifying sensation.

Jenna approached the counter with a smile on her lips. "Can I have two tickets for the Ferris wheel, please?" She asked politely.

The person behind the counter handed over the tickets, and Jenna handed over a $10 bill to pay for the ride.

"You don't have to pay for me..." I murmured timidly, feeling indebted.

Jenna looked at me with a small smile on her lips. "I'm inviting, I'm paying."

Our turn arrives, and with tickets in hand, we step onto the Ferris wheel. An awkward silence envelops us as we settle into the cabin. Slowly, the wheel starts moving upward. Unlike roller coasters, the Ferris wheel gives me a unique sense of security and tranquility.

As we ascend, the city unfolds before us, bathed in the warm sunlight. Streets wind like intricate mazes, buildings stand majestically, and golden reflections on the nearby river create a magical atmosphere. The city seems like a different world from up here, and I can't tear my eyes away from this enchanting spectacle.

I hear a strange noise beside me and see Jenna focused on something.

"What are you doing?" I ask in confusion.

"I'm... wait a second," Jenna murmurs softly, concentrating.

My eyes shift downward, and I notice with careful attention that Jenna's skirt has ridden up slightly due to her awkward position. My cheeks flush with red, and I instinctively look away, trying to maintain a certain level of privacy in the cramped Ferris wheel cabin.

Jenna shifts and turns toward me, her eyes shining with pride.

"Look at what I've done!" she says with enthusiasm.

Squinting my eyes, I try to figure out what Jenna has done. My mouth falls open in realization, and I look at Jenna beside me with an expression of reproach.

"You vandalized the ride?" I ask, closely examining the etching Jenna made with a key.

"Stop seeing the negative side," Jenna exclaims, evidently annoyed. "I wanted to be romantic," she murmurs softly.

A small smile spreads across my lips as I observe Jenna's doodle: my initial + J enclosed in a heart.

How can someone so brash be so endearing?

Jenna raises her eyebrows mischievously and smiles genuinely. "Ehmm... don't I deserve a reward?" she asks boldly.

"A reward?" I inquire with confusion.

Jenna rolls her eyes at my words but then smiles shyly. My pupils dilate as I watch Jenna close her eyes and slowly extend her lips, inviting me to kiss.

"I'm waiting," Jenna's statement sounds odd, given the angle of her mouth.

I reflect on how well Jenna has behaved in these past few hours. Blushing, I decide to approach her.

Now, closer to Jenna, I can observe her face more closely. Her closed eyes, awaiting the kiss, are framed by long lashes. As I look at her from such a proximity, I notice the various freckles surrounding her face, giving Jenna a unique and captivating appearance.

The conscience in the back of my head warns me, and hesitating for a moment, I lean in to delicately kiss Jenna's cheek. My action causes Jenna to tense under the touch of my lips on her skin.

She stammers something incomprehensible, her words forming only disjointed sounds, while her cheeks blaze with embarrassment.

"Let's get off!" Jenna yells, jumping up and swiftly exiting the ride as soon as it returns to the ground, as if she needed a sudden escape.

I chuckle tenderly and follow Jenna off the ride.

Jenna rubs her cheeks with her hands and then straightens her back, trying to regain her composure.

"Ehmm... I want cotton candy," Jenna exclaims with a small smile, turning towards me, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"How do you want it?" I ask, tilting my head to the side, curious.

"Pink, hippo!" she exclaims with a contagious smile on her lips.

***

Several weeks have passed since that exciting encounter at the fair, and things between Jenna and me have evolved in a surprising way.

"Are you really sure about what you're doing?" Sofia asks with concern, looking at me seriously.

"Yes..." I smile timidly.

Jenna has slowly distanced herself from the "popular" group, making up excuses one after another. Of course, she still continues to be a cheerleader, but this time she avoids any contact with her former best friend, Cassie, who has since become the leader of the group.

"I really see a change in her," I murmur with flushed cheeks. "It's... how can I put it," I whisper. "Kind." I bite my lower lip trying to hide a smile.

The physical violence has decreased considerably, but the insults are still there.

"Y/n/n... I just want you to be happy," Sofia states, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Because it seems strange to me that she never shows up with you," she murmurs, trying to make me see reason.

This is true... when we were at school, Jenna never stayed with me, not even in class. We exchanged greetings in the hallways, and then she would go talk to her group of friends. Without looking at me.

But I understood; it wasn't easy to come out, and I would be patient all the time.

"Okay, fine... see you later," Sofia gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled genuinely before heading to the locker rooms.

I smiled to myself as I turned towards the school's exit. But in the distance, I saw Asher, and my blood froze. The brunette smirked maliciously.

"Get her!" he yelled angrily, and panic engulfed me when a pair of arms dragged me towards the bleachers on the football field.

"What do you want! Let me go!" I screamed, feeling uncontrollable fear. "Please," I whispered, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

The guys threw me to the ground. "What the hell did you do to Jenna, huh? Why did she distance herself from us?" Asher shouted angrily.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion, tears streaming down my cheeks.

A powerful slap made me turn my head in the opposite direction. The pulsating pain shot through my face, and a metallic taste filled my mouth as I bled slightly.

"TELL ME!" Asher muttered through his teeth, his voice filled with anger.

Crying uncontrollably, I felt the searing pain on my cheek. Asher looked at me with eyes overflowing with rage and delivered a violent kick to my stomach, causing me to bend forward.

The pain spread through my body like a wave of fire. It was a sharp, burning pain that seemed to steal my breath away. Tears kept flowing, but I desperately tried to hide them as I endured the physical agony I was enduring.

I spat blood on the ground, looking at Asher with fear and anger.

"I don't know what the hell you want... but I suggest you go to hell," I murmured, forcing a bitter smile, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

"Damn..." Asher muttered and leaned in to give me another punch.

I closed my eyes, preparing to take the blow when a voice suddenly interrupted the jerk.

"ASHER!" someone yelled.

I turned towards the sound of the voice and saw Jenna walking towards us with a worried look. Jenna was wearing the cheerleader uniform, most likely preparing for practice.

Jenna alternated her gaze between me and Asher before crouching down and looking at me seriously. Her hands gently moved along my face, trying to assess the wounds.

She clenched her teeth when she saw the deep cut on my cheek, her expression full of concern.

"Are you okay?" Jenna whispered softly.

"Yes..." I replied with a small smile.

"What the hell is going on, Jenna?" Asher asked incredulously. "Since when are you hanging out with this loser?" he questioned skeptically.

Jenna sighed loudly. "Since I fell in love with her... okay?" she said irritably. "What... you..." Asher stammered in surprise.

"You heard me; do you have a problem with that?" Jenna challenged.

Asher looked at his friends and, with a quick glance, they decided it was better to leave. "It's not over, Ortega," Asher muttered before walking towards the school's exit.

Jenna sighed and turned to me.

"You didn't have to..." I began.

"No... I had to, it's the right thing to do," Jenna said with a small smile. "But it wasn't necessary..." I said timidly.

Jenna put her hands around my face, making eye contact with me. "It's necessary to be honest with yourself... and I'm bisexual," she whispered softly, smiling.

Jenna leaned in shyly and joined our lips in a tender kiss.

The kiss was sweet and gentle, a celebration of honesty and mutual acceptance. Jenna's lips were warm and inviting, and our contact grew more intense. It was as if we were merging into a single moment of understanding and affection, and all doubts or fears seemed to fade away.

My hands instinctively rested against her hips, feeling the exposed skin under my fingertips.

Jenna smiled genuinely.

Our lips slowly parted, a trickle of saliva connecting our mouths broke gently.

"You can't understand how long I've been waiting for this," Jenna exclaimed contentedly, giving me a small kiss on the lips.

"Me too..." I whispered softly.

"Do you know that you'll probably have trouble with Asher now, right?" I asked, worried.

Jenna pressed our foreheads together, smiling sweetly. "I don't care anymore... to hell with school and all the jerks like Asher..." she confessed in a breath by my lips.

"The only thing that matters to me is you, my little hippo," she exclaimed, stretching her lips into a beautiful and huge smile.

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Im literally high off dance mom/dad bill rn 😪 but imagine like reader forgets her solo on stage but it was like when Maddie forgot hers, like the dance teacher was crying and the other moms where like “When my kid forgot her solo you didn’t cry 👩” OML I IMAGINE HIM HAVING BEEF WITH ALL THE MOMS THERE 💀😭

(oh, heck yeah! Its Bill of course he is. Anyways, enjoy!)

Dance!Mom!Bill Kaulitz

Oh for damn sure he is beefing with every moment

He may have a friend or two but if they say shit about you he cuts them off

He defends every child there when they get torn down

He gives them their own pep talk because the actions of a mother shouldmt be taken out on a child

Especially if a child messes up, they're kids

He always reminds you that if you mess up it's okay

He says do your best and try again and even if you don't, he's still proud of you for trying

He's that type of father and he is very proud of that

He is always proud of you

He knows how hard you worked when practicing your solo but you were under a lot of stress and Bill could very much so tell

He was telling you to take a break but he didn't want to stress you out

He let you be, and still encoueaged you

But when you got on stage he was always watching and so so proud

But then his heart like dropped when you stopped and ran off stage

He was more confused and worried than upset or disappointed

He could never be those to you

He just went to you to see if you were okay and he felt his heart crack because his baby was crying!

He would never want you to cry so obviously he's in parent mode

He's telling you it's okay, and that you did your best and you could try again

Even if they said you couldn't try again his ass is about to throw down for you

But nonetheless, you did try again and let me tell you he couldn't have been prouder from the wings!!

He was so happy for you and he was in awe watching his child dance

But still even after you got off he was so worried if you were upset

Back in the dressing room he was bombarded with being attacked and questions

He saw your dance teacher upset, and maybe even crying which shocked Bill

Then the moms opened their fucking mouth and ruined the moment of your dance teacher saying it was okay and hugging you

He legit wanted to shut them the fuck up

He cares about their children but he couldn't help but snap back at their mothers to shut up

To leave you alone and crap

Not everything is about you ladies

Yeah, he sees it's unfair and he doesn't want that to happen but he can only do so much and he wants you to be stress free

And that stuff stresses you out when they open their mouths

So of course he's beefing

He will always beef with someone if it means you're okay and happy

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[dross-the-fish]

Note: I got my tablet working briefly and was able to finish the lines before it crapped out again. Testing out a potential comic format to go with the drabbles. Don't know if it's going to be a regular thing but I thought I'd see how everyone feels about it. Adam’s Naming

The Creature sat in a chair that was uncomfortably small for him, his knees bent so that they nearly folded into his stomach. He watched anxiously as Watson pulled out his grooming kit and a pair of scissors.

“That mess of hair has to go, I’m amazed you don’t have lice,” the Doctor wrinkled his mustache as he methodically laid out his tools and began to separate the strands of black hair, first with his fingers to break apart the larger tangles without pulling then with a wide toothed comb.

The Creature, unaccustomed to being touched so casually, fought the urge to squirm away, “Parasites seem to find my blood unappetizing, I’ve never had to suffer their infestations on my person. A small mercy, I suppose,” he said.

“Be that as it may, I should hope that now that you are among people, you’ll be diligent with your hygiene,” Watson replied, grimacing as he picked up his scissors and snipped away the first oily lock, watching it pool on the ground in a snaky curl.

“I never anticipated that I would be among people. It is a foreign thing to be concerned with my appearance outside of hiding it from sight.”

“Have you really never had a friend?” Watson asked.

“No, never. The closest thing I had was a mere moment, I spoke once with an old blind man and he treated me kindly before his family drove me away,” the Creature fell silent, drawing up the memory of DeLacy’s smile and the gentle reassurance he’d given him.

“Do not despair. To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity”

It had been a lie, of course, but in the fleeting instance he had believed it, it had been so very beautiful to hear. Despite himself, the Creature had been unable to completely give up on wishing it could be true.

“What the old man gave me was no more than a crumb, but it was every sliver of hope I ever carried in my life and even now, after 100 years, I hold it in my breast and let it nourish me for want of richer food,” he confided quietly.

The scissors paused and Watson rested his hand on the Creature’s head, “Well, we’ll have to do better than that, won’t we? Seems to me a man ought to live off of more than crumbs. Let’s start by giving you a proper name, shall we?” he suggested kindly.

The Creature froze, his vision blurred and he could feel himself begin to tremble. This was not real, it couldn’t be real, no one who looked upon him and knew what he had done could offer him true kindness, much less give him a name. Victor had made him, had labored for months to bring him into existence and couldn’t bring himself to give him that! It was impossible! He refused to believe this doctor, a stranger to him, could give him that so easily. It was mockery, or a trick. It had to be. With a roar he shot out of the chair, sending it toppling, and turned to face Watson, incensed further when the old man didn’t flinch.

“Call me demon! Call me monster, or devil, or abomination! You know well that I have worn them all and each title has been fitting,” he hissed, lowering his head so that he was an inch from Watson’s face and the doctor would have no choice but to truly look at him. At his ravaged cheeks and the chunk of skin missing from the end of his nose. His torn, black lips distorted into a hideous snarl as he attempted to goad the doctor into screaming or attacking. I’ll kill you, he thought, show me you’re just like everyone else and I’ll kill you…

“Stop that this instant!” Watson snapped firmly as he righted the toppled chair, “Such carrying on, really. If you’re a monster or a devil now it’s because you choose to be. I’ll not entertain such utter nonsense. Now, you have a choice, you can sit in this chair, let me cut your hair and we’ll pick out a name for you or you can leave. I don’t care where you go but I have no patience for tantrums. If you want to stay with us you had better get a lid on that temper this very minute!” he tapped the back of the chair expectantly, never once breaking the Frankenstein monster’s gaze.

The Creature deflated, caught off guard and chastened like a child scolded by a stern parent. He sank back into the chair and folded his hands in his lap, the very picture of contrition. Watson softened and resumed his cutting.

“As I recall,” he said as he settled into a rhythm, the quiet snip of the scissors soothing his nerves, “You said to Victor that you ought to have been his Adam. Adam is a fine name; a good, strong, name and I think it suits you. How would like to be called Adam?”

Silence. A shuddering gasp, then in a small trembling voice, “I would like that very much…”

Watson leaned forward and gave Adam’s cheek a pat, not flinching at the exposed muscle under the ridge of his cheekbone but moved to pity by the wetness trickling down it, "Whatever you were, whatever you've done, put it behind you now. This is your new start, your second chance. Don't squander it, Adam."

#Frankenstein #Adam Frankenstein #John Waston #sherlock holmes #My writing #Crossover Au

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oooh I love this post!! can you do one for ateez? thank you so much <3

Ateez Reaction Of Making Their S/O Cry

Hongjoong

He will be very mixed about the whole thing

because if you are crying it's mostly because you guys got into an argument

and he is torn between getting you on his arms

and keeping the argument because he isn't done

that's one of the bad things about Hongjoong is that when he is like that he has a hard time controlling his impulsiveness

he probably lets you for a while so he can calm down

but he would come back to talk it out

and mostly to fix things

he probably does acts of service for you to forgive him

Mingi

This man

he is the defintion of cry baby

he sees you cry

he will cry with you

like literaly

the way he will hate himself for making you cry

ugly crying really

he will hate himself and beat himself for the rest of the year for making you feel like that

although he will try to use the emotional side t make you forgive him

he really sees himself as a piece of crap

he will want to hug you

he will spend the rest of the day being physical and very connected with you

because he would be scared of you not loving him anymore

San

A little more stubborn than this one

San can't admit it's his fault

so he probably doesn't apologize for making you cry

although he understands what he did wrong

he still thinks what he did was necessary

or was it just that way

so it's complicated

still seeing you cry might make him feel bad

so he will still try to be touchy with you

grab your arm while you try to look way

push agaisnt his chest as he sighs

he holds you close until you calm down

eventually, he will fix things

Seonghwa

Despite being an ass sometimes he feels things deeply

and seeing you cry will terminate him

he can hear his cry break

Seonghwa however is very silent

he doesn't trust himself to say anything

because he really wants to yell at you for crying

for making him feel like shit

he is unable to say sorry

Seonghwa is too impulsive

and he hates himself for it

so he will probably walk away and give you time

and come back later once you are ready to talk

or you are ready to move on from whatever happened

Wooyoung

Another one on the team "you cry I cry with you"

because despite everything he hates hurting people

and when he does he really feels guilty

and he tales responsibility for it

he doesn't hide his emotions

wooyoung will want to talk about it

he would want you to be honest about his feelings

so he can understand them and rebuild the trust you both have

he won't leave your side until this matter is closed and forgiven

he will give you time after that if you need space

or else he will do whatever you ask him for, provide anything to make it up to you

Yeosang

Honestly he can be extremely not empathetic

and yet Yeosang would feel terrible if he made you cry

because it definitely wasn't his intention

he might use that emotional manipulation to make you stop crying

and to make you forgive him for what he has done

But deep inside he kinda feels like a crappy person

because you didn't deserved that

he will try to talk it out and be a decent person for once

definitely helps you set new boundaries

so this type of things don't happen again

Yunho

Listen Yunho is complicated

because although he understand why you are crying

he doesn't believe that he did something wrong

however, seeing you cry might play tricks on his heart

and he hates seeing people he cares for in such a state

so he will talk to you about it

he will validate your emotions

and try to make his own emotions heard

after that Yunho will try to make it out for you

snuggling with you

just staying there and talking about anything and everything to rebuild trust between you guys

kisses and just lots of hugs and him apologizing

Jungho

He will feel very guilty

and terrible

he is the type of guy that will cry if he makes his partner cry

and he won't forge himself

like really

he really doesn't go forward with that because it goes against what he wants to be

Jungho will try to fix things on the spot

like his partner can't leave him until they fix things

he apologizes

he gets very emotional as well

they probably end up talking about a lot of things until they both are their heart cleared

#Ateez #Ateez astrology #Ateez imagines #Ateez scenarios #Ateez reactions #Ateez headcanons

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He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and I wondered if he too would be feeling the happiness that sang in my chest at that moment, like a little miracle had just unfolded before us. It was hard to find another word to describe it. He’d found me. After so many years, he’d found me.

✦ on this chapter: james hetfield x female!oc, dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, grief, smut mentioned/implied

✧ Once you told me, "Look for the North Star, then you'll see" / Heavenly, I hear / Found my way to the beach / There were waves over me / I was lost at sea 'til you found me / 'til you found me ✧

May 20, 1984

Settling into the new home my parents had bought for me turned out to be easier than I’d expected, especially since my friends had moved in with me; we all shared the same space and, slowly but surely, it was shaping up to be our own little slice of paradise, buzzing with music, chatter, and laughter as we got everything sorted.

But everything felt eerily still when I arrived home on that Sunday afternoon. I opened the front door, spotting a few moving boxes still hanging out in the living room. I glanced around, puzzled, eyeing the empty space and wondering where the gang had vanished to. That's when I caught the distant murmur of voices drifting from the kitchen.

"You can't just go after him, James. It's gonna wreck our reputation, have you even thought about that?" Lars' voice carried down the hallway, tinged with irritation.

"You think I give a damn about our reputation when he's out there dissing my girl?" James shot back, his voice tinged with anger. I arched an eyebrow, definitely intrigued now as I made my way closer. I reached the kitchen door to find Lars leaning against the sink, his brow furrowed, while James, so much taller, paced back and forth, his fists clenched. "I couldn't care less. Let him yap about us all he wants, but lay off her. I'm gonna beat the crap out of him, then maybe he'll learn to keep his trap shut."

"Hey, guys," I interjected, and James halted his pacing immediately, both him and Lars shooting me a startled look, like they'd just seen a ghost. A knot twisted in my gut as I realized they were probably talking about something they didn't want me to know about. "What's the deal?"

"Nore!" Lars chirped, a bit too brightly, as he hastily snatched something off the table. I narrowed my eyes, noting it was a cassette tape he was awkwardly trying to stuff into his pocket. "Oh, it's, uh, nothing important!"

"What's that?" I inquired, nodding toward the cassette in his grasp. James shot him a pointed glare, and Lars swallowed hard.

"It's, um, nothing, really! Just..." He stumbled over his words as I closed the gap between us, grabbing his arm and snatching the tape from his grip. "Hey!"

"If it's really nothing, then you won't mind me taking a look, right?" I challenged. James shot me a worried look before striding over towards me.

"Nore, hand it over," he demanded, his tone grave, his brow furrowed. I stared at him, torn between defiance and confusion.

"No," I shot back, turning on my heel and bolting up the stairs.

"Nore!" James called out, chasing after me, but I was already too far ahead. I reached our shared room and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me. James pounded on the door, growing increasingly frustrated. "Nore! Come on, give it back!"

"Unless you've got another girlfriend, this has gotta be about me, right?" I challenged, and he grunted, kicking the door in frustration. "You’re gonna start keeping secrets from me now?"

"You don't get it. It's for your own good. Just let me in!"

I brushed off his demand, which only earned me a frustrated growl from him. Fixing my gaze on the tape in my hand, my heart skipped a beat when I spotted the band name: Megadeth. There wasn't much else on the tape besides handwritten song titles on the label. I'd been keeping tabs on the Californian metal scene enough to know this wasn't just any old tape — it was a demo. I couldn't help but wonder how Lars and James got their hands on it, and what the hell it had to do with me.

"Come on, Nore!" James's pounding on the door grew more urgent as the music began to play, the cassette inserted into the tape deck in our room. "You don't wanna hear this. Trust me!"

I stayed silent, my heart doing some churning uncomfortably in my chest as I recognized Dave's voice emanating from the speakers. I blinked in surprise; I remembered he was scouting for a vocalist for the band back when we were together, but I had no clue he'd decided to take on the role himself. Somehow, that made it all worse; I wasn't prepared to hear his voice. I wasn't ready for the flood of emotions that hearing him but not being able to talk to him, see him, or touch him brought crashing over me. I wasn't ready for the fury radiating from his voice, blazing like a wildfire, channeling all his pain into his music. And then, it hit me what he was singing about.

My only love, something I've never felt / Now you've gone to heaven and I'll burn in hell / I loved you to death!

Oh. Was that why James was so adamant about me not hearing the tape? Could that song possibly be...?

And now I'm down below / And what do I see? / You didn't go to heaven / You’re down in hell with me / And now you’re coming back / “baby take me please!” / I really think I would, if you weren't such a sleaze / I loved you once before, you kept me on a string / I'd rather go without than take what you would bring / I loved you to death!

I chewed on my lip, my stomach twisting as the song came to its end, struggling to make sense of everything I'd just heard. Suddenly, it all clicked. I understood why James had tried to shield me from it; Dave's lyrics were harsh, dripping with anger and bitterness, a far cry from the sweet and caring Dave I once knew. For a fleeting moment, I tried to convince myself it couldn't be about me — but who else could it possibly be about?

For months, I'd been wondering what he'd say if I ever found him. Would he listen? Would he let me explain? And for months, I'd been living with this fear — that he'd hate me, that he wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. But I'd always held onto hope; hope that I could make things right, that I could clear things up somehow. Yet, that song... It crushed whatever hope I had left.

It hurt me more than I could say.

I stood up and swung open the bedroom door, finding James right there, his blue eyes filled with concern. I threw myself into his arms, trying to hold back the tears. He sighed and hugged me back.

"I warned you not to listen," he grumbled.

"And you were just gonna keep this from me forever?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"If it meant not hurting you, then yeah."

"James, I deserved to know," I said, pulling back to look at him. He reached up and wiped away a tear, his touch gentle on my cheek.

"You're right. I'm sorry," he said softly, planting a light kiss on my forehead.

"Where'd you snag this tape, anyway?"

"Our producer gave it to Lars. Said Dave's using that Mechanix song we had on our album as The Four Horsemen..."

"Those were his songs, James. He's got every right to do so."

"Why do you still stick up for him, even after all this?" he frowned, a hint of annoyance in his voice, then sighed. "Sure, he can use his fucking songs. But he doesn't get to pen this garbage about you."

I shook my head with a sigh.

"It's so not fair," I said, trying to push down the shake in my voice. "He jumped to thinking I'd just cheat on him, replace him outta nowhere. Didn't even give me a chance to explain; just up and left. And I..." James pulled me into another hug as my voice hitched, making it tough to keep talking. "I still miss him. And I wish..."

"Nore..." James murmured, squeezing me tight, and I sighed, shutting my eyes. "You miss him that much? Aren’t you happy with me?"

"Course I'm happy with you," I replied, my voice muffled against him, hugging him close and soaking in the comfort of his scent as I buried my face into his chest.

"Then stay with me ," he said, his voice gravelly, stroking my hair tenderly. "I'm here. And I would never hurt you like that. Maybe it's time to... let this go. I can make you happy, Nore. Promise."

"You already make me happy," I murmured, sniffing softly and pulling away from his embrace, wiping away the tears that insisted on falling. James cupped my face in his hands, giving me a gentle, affectionate kiss on my lips.

I loved James. That certainty had grown in my chest over the past few months until it became unbearable, impossible to ignore. But could I allow myself to forget Dave like that? Could I allow myself to move on and leave behind a love that had changed my life? Even if he hated me, my heart still beat for him. Could I allow myself to let go of that feeling? 

Could I?

September 5, 1986

Ever since James and I’d started dating, James had always been warm. Warm and cozy, like a lit fireplace on a winter night, enough for me to always want to be around — always there, always comforting. As we lay together, both totally spent after spending most of the night pleasuring each other, he started planting little, lazy kisses on my neck, his hand resting flat on my belly. His blond locks tickled my cheek, his breath warm against my bare skin. 

"I feel like something's off with me," I mumbled, and he stopped kissing me, his lips lingering against my neck.

"I’ll stop if you want me to," he whispered, his arms enveloping me, drawing me snug against his bare skin. James had this knack for drawing me in tighter whenever I hinted at pulling away. He just couldn't resist keeping me close, and honestly, I didn't mind one bit. "Just say the word if you need me to back off," he murmured softly.

"No, it's not that," I replied, turning to face him with a sigh. His blue eyes locked onto mine, curious. I let out another soft sigh, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. He responded instantly, pulling me closer, his grip firm.

"What's on your mind then?" he asked, his lips trailing from mine to my neck once more. I sighed again, closing my eyes, my fingers tangling in his hair as heat pooled between my legs.

"I don't want you guys to leave," I admitted, and he paused his kisses, pulling back to meet my gaze. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks as I looked away. "I know it's part of your job. I know you've been on countless tours, and this one won't be any different. But... I just wish you'd stay, just this once."

James gave a nod, pulling me into a tight hug and planting a gentle kiss on my temple. The whirlwind of tours and gigs wasn't a walk in the park for either of us. Sure, it had its perks, but the constant movement, the jam-packed schedule that I struggled to keep pace with, and the long stretches of time apart definitely took their toll on our relationship. Especially now that the band was hitting new heights of success; I wanted to be there for them every step of the way, but reality dictated otherwise with my own commitments.

It hadn't been such a big deal in the past; after over two years as James's girlfriend and spending loads of time with Cliff and the boys, I was used to the drill. But this time, there was this gnawing feeling in my chest, like something wasn't quite right. It wasn't exactly that I wanted them to stay or that I wanted to tag along but couldn't; it was more like I just didn't want them to leave. I didn't want them out there while I was feeling this jittery, like something was about to go south any second.

"I'm probably being a bit selfish," I admitted, meeting James' eyes.

"Nah, not at all," he countered, running his fingers through my hair and flashing me a grin, clearly trying to lift my spirits. "I'll make it up to you, promise. I'll bring back souvenirs from everywhere we hit. What do you say? We'll be back before you know it, Nore. Trust me."

I gave a nod, a small smile tugging at my lips. There was no point in dumping all my worries on James; things would work out, somehow. I nestled closer to him, giving him a hug before planting a soft kiss on his jawline.

"Meanwhile..." he started, his lips meeting mine as he settled over me. I let out a soft chuckle, looping my arms around his neck; he leaned back, giving me a smile tinged with mischief, his hands trailing up my thighs in a way that sent shivers down my spine, anticipation building within me. "I think we should make the most of my being here while we still can. What do you say?"

"Hmm... sounds like a plan," I answered, and he chuckled, leaning in to kiss me once more.

March 13, 1987

Backstage used to be my sanctuary, but not anymore.

The buzz, the drinks, the laughter, the pounding music — those were the things that used to make me feel alive. Completely in the moment. But ever since Cliff had left us, the whole scene had just become another stress trigger. It was cruel, how I would still catch myself hoping to spot him any minute, beer in hand or puffing on a cig before hitting the stage, tuning his bass with that grin of his like he was born to rock out. Then reality would hit me seconds later, reminding me that I would never see him again.

That he was gone.

That night’s gig marked my first outing since the accident. I only agreed to go 'cause I knew James was missing me like crazy, especially after everything went down. It stung how Cliff's death had torn us apart, making it damn near impossible for us to even be in the same room despite still loving each other; it was all just too raw, too painful to wrap our heads around.

But I stuck it out for the whole show, even though my heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice seeing the band up there with a different lineup, knowing it shouldn't be that way. Jason, the new bassist, was actually pretty damn good; I knew my aunt and uncle had loved him, and knowing he had their stamp of approval made things a bit easier to swallow. I didn't know him too well yet, but he came off as friendly and laid-back. Plus, his passion for the band and music had me smiling, thinking about how Cliff would've dug having someone with that same fire taking his spot.

Once the show wrapped, I didn't stick around for the inevitable after-party. While James and the guys were all caught up sorting out post-gig stuff, I slipped out the back, lighting up a smoke with a sigh. A persistent headache throbbed away, making me regret coming in the first place.

"Miss you, you dumbass," I muttered to myself, feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill over.

If I'd known that accident was coming, I would've done anything to stop Cliff from stepping foot on that bus. I would've volunteered to take his spot, even crawled into the bed he was in when it all went down. I would've traded places with him in a heartbeat, and I would've gone to my grave with a smile on my face. 'Cause living in a world without him was a nightmare worse than anything I'd ever imagined.

And now, all I could do was wish I would wake up back in our cozy home, catching a whiff of the coffee he used to brew up and hearing his gentle chuckle as he teased Leanne about tying the knot some day, all in that playful tone that barely masked his real longing — to live . To start a family, maybe have some kids, buy a house for his folks, and grow old doing what he loved, soaking up the rewards of his talent.

But none of that was in the cards anymore.

And I had remained, an empty, unrecognizable shell of the lively girl I used to be. I didn't know a life without Cliff — he had been my rock since forever. He'd been there since day one — I mean, literally, he was around before I was even born. We grew up side by side, like two peas in a pod, and now what was left of me was rotten, alone, and meaningless.

What was I without him, if he was such a huge part of who I was?

How many more losses in my life would I have to take?

Suddenly, I remembered Dave. The first boy I'd ever really loved, that kind of love that shakes you to your core. Losing him hurt like hell, no doubt about it. But compared to losing Cliff, it was like small fry. Still, Dave was the first real loss I’d ever faced. When all my efforts to track him down hit dead ends, I had to learn to live with the hole he left behind. After all these years, I still thought about him from time to time, but it didn't sting as bad as it used to.

I couldn't help but wonder if the ache in my heart from Cliff's absence would ever dull down like it had with Dave. Or if I'd have to face an even bigger blow, something that'd make this pain seem like child's play in comparison. 

After roaming the city streets for hours, I finally headed back to the hotel. When I got to the floor where the band was crashing, I bumped into Jason, standing by his room’s door.

"Hey, Nore," he said, his voice sounding rough, and I gave him a puzzled look. Was he crying?

"Hey, Jason. You all good?"

"I-I'm good," he mumbled, voice low, avoiding eye contact as he sniffled and wiped his face with his hand. Yeah, definitely not okay.

"You're not out there with the guys. What's up?" I asked, and he glanced up, his brown eyes a bit bloodshot, cheeks flushed.

"It's just... It's been kinda rough trying to fit in with the band. Especially with all these pranks they pull..." he trailed off.

"Pranks? What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Oh, it's nothing!" he rushed to say. "You know, just dumb stuff. It's just that it always catches me off guard, like now... I went back to the room to grab a jacket and found they'd messed it all… Up…" He slowly stopped talking as I brushed past him, turning the doorknob of his room and pushing the door open.

I froze in my tracks, utterly stunned by the sight before me. Jason's room was a complete disaster zone — suitcases torn open, clothes strewn all over, mattress gone, and beddings tangled up in the ceiling fan. Furniture flipped over like a hurricane had blown through. I just stood there, dumbfounded. Whoever did this wasn't messing around — it was straight-up hostility, so blatant it snapped me out of my own sadness and fired me up with anger.

"Jason, who did this?" I spun around to face him, my expression blazing, and he took a step back, clearly rattled.

"Nore, it's no big deal, really..." he started, but I cut him off.

"Whoever trashed your room needs to answer for it. This is not okay! I'm going straight to James; he'll sort this out..."

"No, please," he pleaded, cutting me off. "Please, that'll only make things worse! Don't talk to them, I'm begging you…"

I gawked at him, trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing, the pieces slowly fitting together in a puzzle that made no sense. 

"Jason," I began cautiously, "did James and the guys pull this stunt on you?"

He stayed silent, which I interpreted as a confirmation. My gut twisted in discomfort. What were they thinking? That wasn't our style. Sure, we'd get a bit wild sometimes, drink too much, goof around — but deliberately messing with someone? It just didn't add up.

Just then, the elevator chimed, and out stumbled a clearly wasted James, grinning when he spotted Jason.

"Hey, Newkid!" he slurred, stumbling over his words as he came over and slung an arm around Jason's shoulders, who shot him a nervous grin. "Check out the new decor in your room, dude! Pretty rad, huh?" He burst into laughter.

"James, what the hell is this?" I demanded, my voice shaky. He glanced up, looking surprised to see me there.

"Hey, babe. You dipped out, what's the deal?" he asked, dropping his arm from Jason's shoulders and stepping toward me. I folded my arms, taking a step back. He furrowed his brow, confused. "What's eating at you?"

"You tell me. What's the deal with this mess?" I gestured to the chaos in Jason's room. James just grinned, shaking his head.

"Princess, it was just a prank... Come on," he said, reaching for my hand, but I shrugged him off, stomping heavily toward our room. "Hey, hold up... Baby!" James called after me, trailing behind.

Ignoring him, I swung open the door and grabbed my bag, hastily scooping up the scattered clothes and belongings. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall — not now.

"Nore, what the fuck are you doing?" James rushed into the room, grabbing my arm. I shook him off, backing away, glaring at him through teary eyes, my breaths coming in uneven gasps. "Babe, what's going on?"

"How can you even ask? What, you think it's funny to be some kind of bully now?" I demanded, my voice quivering. James shook his head, looking utterly baffled by my reaction.

"Nore, chill out! It was just a prank..."

"What kind of prank is this? This isn't us, James. Why are you guys messing with him?" I snapped, continuing to pack up my stuff. "Cliff would never stand for this."

James took a step back, looking like I'd slapped him. His brow furrowed, jaw clenched.

"And how would you know?" he shot back, and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You think you knew him better than I did, James? Seriously?"

"Nore, it was just a joke..."

"A joke ? Really?" I shouted, tears finally breaking free. "I can't deal with this, James. What's gotten into you? He's not to blame for what happened to Cliff!"

"I get it. Nore, just try to calm down," he said, coming closer and taking hold of my wrists, locking eyes with me. "Take a deep breath, okay?"

"James, this isn't fair," I choked out through sobs. "Can't you see? We've been falling apart since he left. You're angry, and you're bitter, and you're mean , and sometimes I don't even recognize you anymore, and I hate it! And I feel like nothing — I don't feel like me anymore without him. You don't need me like this."

"I do need you."

"I'm fucking broken, James."

"No, you're not!"

"I am !" I burst out, my voice cracking. "You deserve someone who won't lose it over every little thing like this, James. You deserve better than me. I'm not good for you anymore. I'm not good for anyone, for anything."

"So what's the fucking deal?" he asked, his voice shaky, desperate, his blue eyes brimming with pain. "You’re breaking up with me now?"

I didn't say anything, just locked eyes with him, feeling my heart twist painfully as I realized something had broken right then and there. I loved James, but how could I love anyone fully when my pain consumed me like this, leaving little space for anything else? How could I let myself be loved when his anger kept driving us further apart, drowning out our love in all the noise?

I let out a heavy sigh, my breath trembling, and released his hands from mine.

"I'm heading back home. I'll pack up and catch the next flight..." I mumbled.

"Nore, don't do this," James pleaded, reaching for my hands again, but I pulled away.

"I can't, James. I'm sorry. Just... Please, let me go," I sobbed, burying my face in my hands as I sank onto the bed.

Not too long ago, James would've never left me like this. He would've been there, comforting me, holding me tight and never letting go. But things weren't like they used to be, and the world didn't work the way it should anymore.

So, he just walked away, leaving me alone with my pain.

Over the next few years, James and I attempted to patch things up time and time again — but it was like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. We just couldn't get back to where we were before. Eventually, we drifted apart and started seeing other people, searching for happiness in different eyes, different embraces, different kisses.

But it was useless.

The ache in my chest lingered, a constant reminder of the emptiness that echoed in both of us. And no matter how hard we tried to keep our distance, we always found our way back to each other. We never went back to using those labels — boyfriend, girlfriend — but we couldn't deny the pull between us. I always found myself drawn back to James, and he always found his way back to me.

Eventually, I got used to that kind of love, a mix of joy and sorrow that felt like the only steady thing in a crazy world, a way to bury my own unhappiness. Over the years, me and the guys stayed tight, because what other choice did we have? They were my family, and I was theirs.

I tried to tell myself that maybe I'd never feel that same spark of life again, but hey, at least I wasn't totally miserable. Even though I'd lost a lot and sadness seemed to follow me like a shadow, I still had some good things left — maybe with time, I could figure out how to move forward again. Maybe this was as good as it got.

I almost bought into it.

Until Dave found me.

February 18, 1992

In the end, it was him who found me.

After all the failed attempts, all the heartache, all the rage, all the emptiness I'd been carrying around for years without him, it all came crashing down in that moment when our eyes locked. Time seemed to stand still, his hand on my shoulder sending a jolt through my body, making my heart lose any sense of rhythm.

"Dave?" I whispered, and the sound of my own voice seemed to stir something in his eyes, an old and familiar pain, but also hunger, happiness, and ecstasy.

It was really him.

It was really, really him.

"Hey," he said, and the normalcy of his answer made me chuckle. He grinned at my laughter, that old, beautiful smile, and my heart seemed to melt into pure warmth and affection.

How could I have lived so long without him?

"Hey," I replied, a smile stubbornly appearing on my face. " What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Junior's dating that Music Now anchor; she hooked us up with some tickets. David, David Ellefson," he clarified, noticing my confusion. "I ended up calling him that. Can't have two Daves in the band, and I called dibs first, so..." He trailed off, a small grin playing on his lips that I couldn't help but mirror. "Wanna grab a table? You were getting some food, right? We can catch up for a bit..."

"Sure thing," I nodded eagerly. We snagged an empty table and settled in. I poked at my food, but my appetite took a backseat with him sitting across from me. Dave seemed both different and the same, all at once. He was still as good-looking as ever, with his ginger hair cascading over his shoulders, warm hazel eyes, and that familiar crooked smile that always got me.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked.

"Oh, I work here," I answered, grinning when he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.

"Really? What do you do?"

"I act. Just landed my first lead role in a TV series."

"So you ended up in the arts, huh?" he remarked. "I remember you were tossing around the idea of studying something like that back when... Well, back when we were a thing."

I blinked, feeling the flush rise to my cheeks. I was so thrilled to see him again that, for a moment, I almost forgot how our last encounter had been a train wreck for both of us. How the end of our relationship had left us both hurting and confused. How so many misunderstandings had ruined our love beyond repair. 

"Dave," I began, my voice faltering with nerves. "I know it's been forever... But there's so much I want to say. So much I need to explain. I—" I trailed off as he reached for my hand, his grasp enveloping mine, so much larger and warmer, sending my heart racing.

"No worries," he answered, his voice gentle as he kept his gaze locked on mine. "We can talk. I reckon doing it here might be a bit tough, huh? How about we pick a day just for that?"

The idea of meeting up again brought a wave of relief to my face. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, and I wondered if he too would be feeling the happiness that sang in my chest at that moment, like a little miracle had just unfolded before us. It was hard to find another word to describe it.

He’d found me.

After so many years, he’d found me.

We chatted away for the rest of the party, mostly about work stuff. Everything felt oddly familiar yet different at the same time, and we kind of danced around the real thing: all the emotions we'd been through during our time apart, the fights and secrets that tore us apart when we still cared about each other, and whether we still felt the same way. 'Cause, honestly, I could barely look at him without feeling my whole body fill with a wild happiness, feeling alive like I hadn't felt in a long, long time.

As the party wound down, we lingered by the entrance, chatting quietly while Charlie made the rounds saying her goodbyes. We seized the moment to swap phone numbers, sharing hopeful smiles and whispered words. The night air was chilly, sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold.

"Feeling cold?" Dave asked, already slipping off his blazer and draping it over my shoulders before I could respond. I looked up at him, feeling my cheeks flush, and he grinned. "You can hang onto that. Gives us a good excuse to make sure we see each other again."

The ride home flew by in a blur; I hardly paid attention to Charlotte's excited chatter about the party. Instead, I clung to Dave's coat, feeling its warmth seep into me. His scent lingered in the fabric, intoxicatingly close, like it could drive me crazy.

I must’ve been dreaming, right?

It felt like I was living in a dream. Running into him after all these years, completely by chance, seemed too good to be true. For so long, I'd convinced myself that happiness and hope were out of reach. Turns out, I was dead wrong. I had no clue what the future held — no idea what would come of this unexpected reunion. But the chance to make things right, to clear up the misunderstandings of the past, even just a little bit, felt like a gift too good to pass up.

All I could do that surprising night was hope it wouldn't all vanish by morning. Hope his voice would be there when I called the next day, because I could hardly wait to see him again.

That night, I didn't have any nightmares.

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[herzgeist-writes]

Pairing: Corazon x gn!reader | Word count: 1k | Warnings: none

Synopsis: What happens when a clumsy, tall and thin human being attempts to glide over the ice like a pro figure skater? Especially a certain man who's ability even to stand straight is doomed to fail at times? Correct, he most likely face plants the cold surface - until his lovely little thing (Y/n) steps in, offering a helping hand to that lovable klutz.

A/N: Cold Nights - Warm Hearts! A short winter story to envelope you all in a fluffy feather coat - something mellow and sweet (crushing a bit on this soft boy)

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

The first crystals of snow gathered over the plains, covering the lands in light blue hued white. Everytime you suck in the crisp cold air, your lungs appear to crackle like ice.

Warmth emits from the sunrise, rising into the pastel coloured sky. It's truly a sight to behold - emotions only enhanced by the picture before you, accompanied with the feeling of the soon arriving Christmas eve.

From each step taken, the snow crunches beneath your feet, however a second pair of shoes indents the snow with giant prints next to you. "Hey honey, what do you say we go to the lake and enjoy the ice skating festival near the village?", a voice low asks you sweetily.

Corazon places his palm behind your back, supporting your unsteady stomps on the powdered white. Through breathy huffs you chuckle your reply: "That sounds wonderful!"

You cannot supress more giggles, thinking of your lover slipping over the ice, walzing over it like a stork in a salad field. Rosinante takes notice of your secretive amusement and joins your titters: "What's so funny?" - "I'm sorry, I'm simply looking foward to ice skating with you."

Torn open eyes look you up and down, abashed more than in the slightest. Waving his hands infuriatingly, he declines your little dreams, saying he wouldn't survive such a stunt. He merely wants to 'be' there, enjoying the amtosphere. Right.

The both of you stop your walk for a moment and he stumbles over his own words: "You know I'm not the most . . elegant, (Y/n)."

"Oh hush, you're the most graceful being I know!", you beam and pull on his heart shaped strings of his beanie, drawing him closer to plant a kiss on those silent lips, a hint of smoke lingering on his skin. He hums shakily in fluster and admits defeat: "Alright alright, you win sweety."

-_

Horses pull sleighs over the frozen streets and villagers gather around the stalls of the market, preparing for the ice skating over at the lake, not far from town.

"Are you sure this is going to work?", Corazon holds up a pair of figure skating shoes, looking at them as if they're about to bite his face off. Reassuring him with a purr you nudge his sides. How much you adore this silly man, his playful and overdramatic acting skills when it comes to goofing around.

Ready to rumble, you follow the crowd - the tall blonde mutters, while lighting a cigarette, luckily without his coat catching fire: "I'm going to regret this." - "Don't say that Cora!" The smoke wafts your way, engulfing you. Flicking away the excess ash off the cigarette's tip, his lips form a frown, the red lines of his make up contorting his face to the extreme.

"If you say so . .", to wash away his doubts you interlace your fingers with his, holding his hand gently - so you utter: "You'll totally rock this, trust me."

-_

And he "totally" dragged along the frozen, giving his utmost best in keeping a steady posture, long legs trembling as if new born. to this world Curses spit out of him whenever he realises he's lost balance, losing the fight against gravity - not a surprise.

Each time you hear a loud thud and hushed 'Crap', you whince - shoulders retacting, almost shivering to the sound. Is your man cursed? It is a question that swirls around your mind on a daily basis.

Nonetheless, Corazon is still able to make a show out of this entertaining display, throwing unexpected jokes or tacky puns at you like: "Ice to meet you, you come here often?" He slides by, raising a brow to play it 'cool' and deftly hits the frozen floor.

The adorable clown falls over and over until he's come to the point of accepting his painful fate, simply lying there like a sea star, watching the clouds pass by. "I give up."

Gliding over to the poor body laying pathetically on the ice, limbs expanded to all directions, you lower to his level and reach out for his hand to offer support. "That was a beautiful leap you did there love.", a small huff of muse escapes you, supressing a chuckle convulsively.

"(Y/n), I landed on my ass . . twenty times in three minutes.", Corazon snorts, propping himself up onto his elbows, accepting your assistance. Or does he? He pulls you in, heaving you on top of his large frame. Taken aback, your shock is vacant in your eyes.

"Oi . . what are you-", leaves you in a stutter as he slings his arms around your waist, hugging you. The feathers tickle your nose, yet develop you in comforting softness and warmth. To your luck, there aren't alot of 'witnesses', able to judge you and your rather foward lover. Which is quite the surprise, for Rosinante is a usually reserved and tranquil soul.

After a good while, he whispers: "You know, this is how you make me feel." You don't follow, lifting your covered in dark feathered plush head, tilting in query. Thus he proceeds: "My heart. Whenever you try to encourage me, it slips as if it's constantly on ice. The bright smiles, the sugar sweet kisses you give me. I can't help but to fall all over. Again and again."

Oh those amber eyes, brows curling in a puppy dog manner. Mellow lips find yours, him smiling by the touch of your velvet skin on his. You pull on his heart strings, metaphorically and literally, tugging on the rose coloured hearts of his beanie once more.

"You big dork.", you hum, gifting him a set of white shimmering teeth, grinning over both ears. Corazon reciprocates, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours: "You sweet little thing."

The sun sets - orange hues glazing over the fading blue, to which the snow glistens in flushed colours. Cold looms in the air, every breath taken appearing like fog wading through your mouth.

Christmas is around the corner and you wouldn't have it any other way, than to spend the most beautiful time of the year together with the kindest of hearts in this world.

#one piece #one piece corazon #donquixote rosinante #corazon x reader #corazon x you #fanfic fluff #fanfiction

[flareheart8]

My redesigns for the Uglydoll casts. Haven't changed too much besides giving them little accessories, stitches and tears. I'm also adding more to their character.

For example, Moxy is more into exploring outside of Uglyville and her curiosity gets the best of her. She knows there's more out there as she tends to collect stuff that's relate to the outside world, and likes to record everything she sees into her notepad. While she does love her town, Moxy often feels trap inside this safe haven and wants to see what the outside world has to offer.

Don't let Uglydog's chill personality fool you as he's willing to defend his friends and family from any harm. He's the protective guard of the group and is willing to put himself in danger in order to protect his love ones (It's the reason why his tail is torn). He also enjoys making music and partying everyday.

LuckyBat is the shy, but wise one of the group similar to how he was in the movie. Often giving out the best advices and being the emotional support. Though, he wants to learn how to be brave and courageous like Moxy as he often feels like a burden to his friends due to how slow, and weak he is. Wearing his yellow cape makes him feel like a superhero and he never leaves without it.

If you need a certain item or good shelter, Babo's your man. He did helped Ox with building Uglyville in the early days and always lending a helping hand to anyone in need. He makes sure he has the right item for certain situations, and keeps his friends out of sticky situations.

While Wage can be very cynical and harsh to her friends, she doesn't mean any harm. She's a kindhearted chef who loves baking sweets for everyone in Uglyville and putting a smile on their face. Wage just wants the best for her friends and gives them a reality check when needed. She's especially like that to Moxy as she thinks Moxy is too obsess with this so-called outside world and tries to reason with her. Wage also isn't afraid to called out anyone out on their crap and won't hesitate when it comes to standing up for her friends.

Ox is the founder of Uglyville and mentor to all the uglydolls. He makes sure everyone feels welcome and safe, and give them happiness their deserve. As happy as he can be, he knows what's really going on and tries to keep it secret in order to keep everyone safe. Thoughts about his secret being reveal makes him paranoid, and can't imagine what would happened to his precious home. He dismisses Moxy's theories about the outside world and tells that Uglyville is all she needs. After all, nothing can get better than this, right??? The white jacket he wears is a reminder of the memories he cherishes with a certain pretty doll.

#uglydolls #uglydolls moxy #uglydolls ox #uglydolls wage #uglydolls lucky bat #uglydolls uglydog #uglydolls babo #uglyville

[kedreeva]

#wow now i hate nancy even more like what an overly critical bitch#it's not even bad jfc#wtf was her point other than stomping down on steve and constantly saying how stupid he is#god i hate that cheating bitch who thinks she's so much better and smarter than everyone#stranger things (via @captaincoffeegirl515)

So I get you're mad, but also, this isn't cool. Hating on characters in tags of posts that you didn't make isn't cool. Hating on Nancy isn't cool, either. Fandom isn't and shouldn't be about hate. If fandom is making you angry enough to spew vitriol like this, you may need to step back and take a breather.

If you actually watch the scene this is about, she isn't calling Steve stupid. She doesn't make fun of him, she doesn't even tell him it's bad. He assumes, from her face as she reads, that she thinks it's bad, that she thinks he's bad at writing. Even if he was (which that essay argues he isn't, and I don't think he is), and even if she did (which I don't think she does), she does not say so. In fact she's only encouraging wrt to the paper itself.

Before Nancy even says anything at all, Steve says "It's crap, I know" and Nancy's immediate reaction is to say "No, it's not crap!" Steve then insists "It's not good," and Nancy's response is an affectionate smile and "It's going to be! It just needs some reorganizing." She's not even talking about editing the writing itself or the concepts! She gently asks if she can mark on his paper - respecting that he might not want her to help that directly even after he's clearly asked her to look at it, which is loads better than some commenters I've seen on AO3 these days - and he agrees.

And the thing is? She's being kind about the editing she does do! Literally the first thing she does is tell him she sees the metaphor he's using (acknowledging that she knows he understands metaphor enough to create his own from scratch) and tells him it's a great metaphor. When she does point out something that needs addressing, she doesn't tell him "you did this wrong" she tells him "I don't see how they're connected." Do you know what that is? That's straight up gentle help. That's "you have connected these, I am not saying they are not connected, I am just saying I don't see the connection." I don't do a lot of editing but I've had a lot of editing done at me, and this language is so kind. It does not invalidate the thing the writer is trying to do, it just tells them that if they want to make that point, they have to elaborate to make it clearer to people who aren't inside their head with them. That's a perfectly valid critique and she is giving it to him very softly.

He then explains the point and she turns back to the paper to start rereading when he interrupts to ask if he should start from scratch and she immediately tells him no. She asks about the deadline, he tells her it's tomorrow (for early acceptance, which means Steve is trying to get this in early but also that he's waited until the last second for that), and then he asks if she can come over and help him with it (which a) is him forgetting they already have plans and b) is asking her to give up her plans to do work with him on short notice when he probably had time before this he could have asked. I say this to make it clear that her reaction isn't out of the blue or unjustified).

Nancy, who is still torn up over her best friend being brutally murdered on her watch while she was right there after brushing Barb off, and who still feels horribly guilty about having to lie to Barb's parents about it all, says no, remember they have dinner with Barb's parents that they already bailed on last week- ie, Nancy doesn't want to brush off Barb's parents again when brushing off Barb is what got Barb killed. She even tells Steve "You don't have to go" and suggests he work on the paper instead, giving him an easy out. And he grabs the paper and crumples it and does the thing that raises my hackles saying what's the point and acting like trying won't matter and he may as well give up on it because it wasn't instantly perfect the first time.

The point of contention in this scene is NOT that Nancy is telling him he's stupid, it's NOT that she thinks his paper is crap. The point of contention is that Steve desperately wants life to move forward away from the terrible thing that happened to them, and Nancy cannot walk away from the past that left her so damaged. He wants to focus on a paper to get him into a college (I like to think it's the one she wants to go to, so they can stay together, but that's just a theory), and she wants to go wallow in a sad dinner with the grieving parents of her dead best friend. That is the argument. It has nothing to do with his paper except that the paper is a device to show he's trying to move forward and the dinner is showing that she's stuck in the past.

This also isn't Nancy thinking she's better or smarter than anyone. This is Steve being faced with having to care about schoolwork because for maybe the first time in his life the result of his written work matters to him and he's very easily frustrated by not being immediately successful, and Nancy being so wrecked by the trauma she went through that she's barely keeping her own head above water, such that she cannot help him the way he needs despite wanting to. This isn't anyone treating anyone badly out of malice or being a bad person; this is incompatibility rearing its head and getting ready to bare its teeth. This is their trauma responses butting heads. This is the first whisper of how much they don't and can't fit right now. It is the first sign that they aren't going to stay together.

I don't doubt that they love each other. It's not even a question to me. But despite the idea sold to so many people in story and song, love isn't enough. It can't be the only thing. You can love someone to the moon and back but if you don't fit, you don't fit- and trying to carve yourself into the right shape will do far more harm than good. And that's what we'll see them realize, later, and that's why they split apart. Not malice, not meanness, not even apathy. They care so much in opposite directions that they're liable to tear each other apart trying to stay together, and instead of forcing it to break them the way he did in season 1, Steve will end up letting go this time. And personally, I think that's an awesome display of character growth.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #wank for ts #stranger things meta #and I just want to say that like #if you think you love steve but you hate nancy this much #you don't love steve #I absolutely don't want them to get together for a lot of reasons #but he loves her still #and she loves him still #and that should matter #it should matter as much as steve and robin's love matters #because there's something deep there #and romance isn't the only outlet #I would take the intimate knowledge that someone would kill for me #over romance any day #anyway we don't hate on nancy in this house #I don't want hate anywhere near me #they're traumatized teenagers dealing with things no one should ever have to deal with #and also they are characters victim to plot devices #and we're gonna respect both #also adding this: carving themselves into shape is bad #growing to fit together... that's the good shit #especially if how they fit later isn't how they expected #but is even better

[myriadparacosm]

Unorignal Marauders FRIENDS AU 2

Related to THIS and I'm trying to figure out what jobs they would have

Sirius and Regulus stopped talking after highschool. For a moment, it got better but everything crumbled very fast when their parents tried to send Sirius off to a very private (controlling) college for family business and since then they stopped talking. Before that they never really got along, competitive household and all that abuse crap, but Regulus' own revelations about himself made them talk.

Jegulus -

The prom video where Sirius stopped by James' place before that with Regulus, still a girl, where they prepared a suit for him and all to make him as the boy HE IS. But Regulus' date doesn't show up and he starts to panic and James tries to comfort him before Euphemia suggests that he brings Regulus himself.

At first he planned to go with Sirius and Marlene (who faked dating just to be prom king and queen) as friends because James had this tiny HUGE crush on Regulus since forever and dating someone else has never helped. But he decides that's his chance and rushes to the bathroom to check on his looks just to be sure that he is the most perfect for Regulus.

Regulus' date (Barty who had to deal with his dad) shows up at the last moment and only James' parents know what he tried to there but arrived too late.

James never dated Regulus before because the Black family is a MESS. Sirius came to his place so many time beaten up and Regulus played by his parents' rules until the last years but never as clearly. James never found the right moment to tell him about his feelings because of how worried he was for them - plus Regulus RARELY talked to him.

James would mistake Regulus for Sirius at first when he doesn't wear his glasses, which makes a very awkward moment where he walks out of the bathroom naked to ask Sirius to check on his tattoo (trampstamp supremacy) if it's healing well. He and Sirius are not bothered by seeing each other naked, plus James is shameless, but Regulus IS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT.

Of course Regulus tells him WRONG BROTHER WTF ARE YOU DOING YOU MORON and James panics because that's not how he planned to woo Regulus, probably hits his face against the door's threshold because no glasses when he tries to walk back in.

Marlene, plus Remus, will walk on them and she will take a picture and send it to everyone she knows. 'James F. Potter welcoming new roommate'.

Wolfstar -

Sirius would definitely beg Remus to never date Regulus once his brother is around because he is very scared about that idea. It's already hard that Remus is dating other people, obviously (not) moved on from Sirius, but it would be the worst if he was into Regulus. It would imply that Sirius isn't attractive enough (that's his conclusion) because he and Regulus do look similar.

If Regulus and Remus starts dating then Sirius will be torn between breaking them up and wishing them to be happy together. Basically he will die if that ever happens. Remus has absolutely no view on Regulus and promises him that will never happen but Sirius is still very jealous because they bond so well at first.

Remus rarely takes Padfoot on big walks because of his chronic pain but he often goes to the park with him to let Padfoot roam free (well-behaved dog who knows all kinds of orders). Sirius often joins him and no one says how it's obviously dates, especially when Sirius starts to prepare picnics for them and the 'walk' becomes FULL-DAY hangouts.

They met through James, who met Remus in college, and at first it was awkward because both were 'holy crap why is he so attractive and charming' before getting along so well James had to third-wheel. Remus was very jealous of James at first because of how co-dependent they are and sometimes it still happens (because they really don't have any boundaries at times).

Their attempt at dating, which started unclearly because they just sort of started kissing and sleeping together but without clarifying that they are BOTH very commited, probably one year or two before Regulus bursts in. They weren't hiding it on purpose but it added up on the misunderstandings (both were scared to come off too strong so they tried to play it cool because they have been friends for at least 3 years now) and both think the other wasn't honest/flirting with someone else/messing around.

Peter absolutely knows but never said it. Remus roamed through the apartment like a lost soul and was very cranky but he tried his best to help.

#hp marauders #marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders au #friends au #regulus black #james potter #sunseeker #jegulus #starchaser #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #star brothers #myriadparacosm #marlene mckinnon

[prolix-yuy]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you for the tag @oonajaeadira! Funny enough I saw this go around a couple months ago and meant to do it, then life got crazy. This seems like a great time to jump on in!

How many works do you have on ao3?

48! Wowza! That's not counting fics I only post here (like my Writers Iron Chefs and the Bangathon)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

338,089. That's kind of crazy, I'm not gonna lie. And some of those words aren't filthy :P

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Something New, One Very Good Night, Both Sides of the Door, A Sweet Response to Tragedy, and Good Company. 4 out of 5 of these are from I Think of You, which does warm my little heart. I did laugh that their popularity is completely out of order from the series.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes yes yes! Every single one I get! I'll even yank your tags out and comment on them when they make me especially happy. It's the best part of sharing my stories.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

TECHNICALLY One Very Good Night had the angstiest ending before I continued the series. Same with Cognitive Dissonance! Apparently I get to an angsty end then just write a part 2.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think that's tied with the real ending to my Whiskey & Westworld series, and all the gooey soft fun of my Javi G series. Both make my heart glow in different ways.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Knock on wood, nothing so far. I've gotten a couple of interpretations of my fics that have made me cock my head because I just don't think the person read the story, or if they did they skimmed over the character development part. But otherwise I've had a very nice time with everyone here <3

9. Do you write smut?

If you don't know by now, I'm not sure what you've been reading...

10. Craziest crossover?

100% Whiskey & Westworld. Golden Circle meets android theme park? Lusting over cowboys and having existential crises? It fit better than I ever thought it would and I still love the crap out of it.

(though as a side note, having Javi P be the person who helped Santi find his girls in the SW!Frankie AU is another fav)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not? Yeesh.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be pretty neat!

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

No, but I have had the distinct pleasure of @psychedelic-ink writing a fic in the SW!Frankie AU that made my whole life.

14. All time favorite ship?

HELP I'M TORN. It's a tie between Din and my Reader in I Think of You and Dieter and Murch in Best Laid Plans. I think about both of them so so so much.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will

I have a handful of small WIPs in a folder that who knows if they'll come to fruition. I think the greatest contender is probably the Post-Apocalyptic Frankie I tossed around because The Last of Us came out and it might just meld into a Joel story instead.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm good at pacing and giving enough description to keep a reader engaged but not bogged down with details. People connect with my reader characters in a way that makes me super happy. And I write damn good smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can't write outlines or my brain says "it's done :)" and I never write the story. I can't write out of order. I struggle with making characters have meaningful fights and arguments because I'm non-confrontational IRL and it makes me anxious.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language

Flavor! I love reading it! I tend to shy away from writing it because as someone who knows another language, it never feels natural to me to throw it in. Pet names are a nice way to use it, and I'll allude to speaking other languages in descriptions, but it's difficult so I tend to not add it much in my stories.

19. First fandom you wrote for

Gundam Wing when I was about eight or nine. Part of my username is in homage to that! My friends and I would write our fanfics and then read them all out loud at sleepovers together. Pre-internet, this was my Tumblr lol.

20. Favorite fic you've written

You know, I love all of my fics a whole damn lot, and my top ones are still hard favs. But I think for a story that came out of my heart in a really nice way and that I hold a little closer than the others, The Plan might just top them a tiny bit.

NP tags: @iamskyereads @psychedelic-ink @julesonrecord @wannab-urs @ezrasbirdie and anyone who wants to play!

#this was fun! #I feel like James Lipton should have been interviewing me

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain

Chapter 5 PT.3

WARNINGS: sexual content

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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--Link for chapter 6 at the bottom--

Noah:

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I watched Sophie grip the doorknob to her apartment, debating on whether she should insert her key or not. She was scared; her panic attack moments ago proved that. I couldn't believe how fast it hit her without any warning. It was almost cruel. Somehow she trusted me, again, to help her through it; my arm tucked under her arm and my hand planted firmly on her chest, whispering encouragement into her ear and feeling her breathing slow.

"I don't think I'll ever be ready," she answered, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. 

I gave her a warm smile and laid my hand on the middle of her back. 

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, confidently.

"You promise?" 

"I promise," I answered her without hesitation. 

 As soon as we entered, Sophie turned on a light, and the brightness revealed just how fucked up her place was. I took a long, deep breath when I saw it all; the broken furniture, the holes in the walls, and everything that was torn up and destroyed. I had a feeling this wasn't from the struggle that happened between them. 

Sophie stood beside me, silent and still, tears streaming down her cheeks. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling.

"Oh God, Noah!" she cried, bringing her shaking hand to her mouth. 

"Hey, it's okay," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. 

"It's just stuff; we can replace it. But we can't replace you," I reassured her, giving her a light shake.

"I know, but it was my life, my stuff. Look at what he did to it all," she whimpered, picking up a torn pillow and tossing it on the couch. 

The he that fell from her lips sent waves of anger through me. Perry was a sadistic, fucked up asshole who deserved nothing but pain and misery for all the hell he'd put Sophie through. I hoped that one day he got what was coming to him. 

"I know when I pushed him off me he fell into a bunch of crap, but this," she paused, looking around her living room, "Noah, he did this out of spite."

She was absorbing all the brokenness and wreckage like a sponge, no doubt tucking it away in her memory. 

"We'll fix it, don't worry," I consoled her. 

Her eyes widened. 

"We?"

"Yeah, we," I said again, boldly confident.

A smile appeared and lingered a little before fading as we turned toward the kitchen.

There were red stains and broken glass all over the floor and for a moment it looked like dried blood.

"Don't worry it's wine," Sophie said as if reading my mind.

I nodded, a little unnerved.

"This is where it all started that night. He was so angry when I told him we were over and the past was the past; swept the wine glasses right off the counter like they were pieces of paper." 

Sophie disappeared into the past, willingly telling me everything that happened on the night that brought her back to me. I know it was messed up of me to be a little happy about what happened, but if that night never happened the way it did, then she and I wouldn't be standing here together. She would have slipped out of my life forever and I would probably still be a sulky, miserable mess.

"Noah, I can't live like this anymore, I don't want to," she stated once she finished.

I was leaning against the counter, gripping the sides so hard from the anger I was feeling, that my hands started hurting.   

"I was terrified he was going to kill that night and I'm lucky he didn't. But I don't want to keep taking these chances. I want to live my life without Perry haunting me, without fear." 

She broke down, sobbing into her hands, and I caught her right before her legs gave out, holding her tightly.  

"You're coming back to the house with me. You're not ready for this, Sophie, you know you're not and you don't have to pretend like you are. Nobody's expecting you to. Coming back to this busted-up life and trying to live normally when the cuts are still so fresh is stupid; it doesn't make sense. Let me help you."

I stroked the back of her head while her tears seeped into my shirt. The grip she had on my arms was strong and a little uncomfortable, but I didn't dare move because I didn't want to let her go or have her pull away. Trying to understand why she felt giving herself time to recover was difficult and the last thing I wanted to do was push her into making a bad decision, but she had to have known that taking time to heal was an obligation, not an option.

"Sophie, listen to me," pulling her back a bit. 

Fuck, she was gorgeous and immediately I forgot what I was going to say. Her eyes were wet with tears as she chewed on her bottom lip, fighting to calm herself. The slight crimson covering her cheeks and the moisture that lingered on her lips painted the perfect picture of my craving, causing my cock to twitch and begin to harden. I wanted to dive in and devour every part of her and make her forget all of the pain and misery she was feeling. 

A little embarrassed about what she was unintentionally doing to me, I sat us down in some chairs, ready to prove my point.

"This environment you're used to living in is not safe in any way; you have to know that. It's not focused on you growing or becoming a better you; it's focused on control and fear. Perry knows this and as long as you continue to let him in and use you and abuse you, you will never become the woman you want to become. You have to know when to say enough's enough." 

Sophie wiped her cheeks without taking her eyes off me. I wanted her so much, the urge to feel myself inside her running through my mind in a never-ending loop.

"Sometimes, you end up losing yourself trying to hold on to someone who never cared about losing you, and knowing when to let go can be a motherfucker. But when you find yourself again, you hold on to it for dear life, because people are going to try and tell you who you are your whole life, Sophie. You've just got to fight back and tell them who you know you are."

"But what if I don't know who I am anymore, Noah? What if I'm just a lost soul destined to wander alone for the rest of my life?"

"That's not possible," I said, sliding my hand around her neck and pulling her closer.

"Why?"

"Because," I continued, licking my lips and lowering my face towards hers, "all the things I find beautiful have a darkness about them, and you," grazing over her face with my lips feeling her take her last breath before holding it, "your darkness is beautiful; it's what drew me to you, Sophie; it's what pulled me into your life and yours into mine. The Universe is trying to tell you that you're not meant to be alone. I'm right here with you, willing to do anything you need me to do. It's telling us something, and I wish you'd open up and listen to it."

Sophie was silent and I was afraid I'd lost her, already hating myself for being so honest when I knew she wasn't ready. 

"Noah, I," she sniffed, dropping her head so I could no longer read her face. 

Waiting for her to finish was torture, but worth it when she raised her head and I saw in her eyes burning with a desire I had never seen before.

"Noah, tell me why I feel so safe with you, even though being around you makes me so nervous," she begged, taking hold of my hands. Hers were cold but soft and felt like ice in mine.  

I shook my head. I couldn't explain what was happening between us any better than she could. Chuckling, Sophie rose to her feet. After pushing her chair back, she stood over me, staring down as if trying to find the answer she was looking for in me somewhere. And then, after placing each leg on either side of mine, she sat in my lap, straddling me as she brought her hands up and ran her fingers through my hair, pushing it back and lowering her head until our foreheads met. 

Sophie's body trembled beneath my fingers as I brought my hands to her sides and held them with a firm grip, forcing her to stay right where she was. I was so hard; the feeling of my cock pressing against her sweet spot took my breath away. However, I tightened even more when she opened her eyes and licked her lips, taking the bottom one between her teeth. 

A deep growl escaped me as I tightened my jaw, and tried my best to control the urgent need for release that was quickly rising in my chest. My hands moved to her back and slid down to just above her bottom, resting there for a moment. 

"Because you've been wounded Sophie, you're broken, and you understand that I don't want to do those things to you; I want to protect you. You deserve that." 

Our eyes met again. I cupped her face and dried the remaining tears with my thumbs just as she brought her hands down and placed them over top mine.

She smiled, leaving my gaze to look away. 

Running my hand down the side of her face, I wrapped my hand around her neck, bringing her face closer to mine. 

"The moment I saw you in the crowd with that bright-ass blue hoodie, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around you. Sophie, you took part of me with you when you left, and I was wounded at losing it to the most beautiful thing I would never see again." 

Just when I thought she was going to pull back, Sophie brought her hands back to my neck, gliding her fingertips over my tattooed-covered skin and up into my hair where she gently ran her fingers through. 

I yearned for her and wanted more of what she was giving to me. Her eyes, dangerously alive, skimmed over every part of me, making me feel naked yet unafraid, and as her face hovered so close to mine, I could feel her warm breath on my lips, tempting me; teasing me. I bit the inside of my cheeks to suppress the moans that were dying to escape, cursing under my breath at how hard she had made me. I was losing the battle of resistance against her. 

I bucked, pushing my cock into her and receiving the force of her sex pushing back.

"Ughh, fucking kiss me now, Sophie! Please, god, stop teasing me; let me feel your mouth on mine," I begged. 

She whimpered and pulled back, causing a gap between us. 

"Fuck, don't pull away, please, I just... You just... you and me..." 

"Noah, are you speechless?" she teased, sliding her fingers down my cheek. 

"Yes, yes I am. If you would just fucking kiss me then maybe I could finish it."

"Kiss you, you want me to kiss you," she whispered, pressing her body down on me as she closed the gap between us.

"I want you to do more than kiss me, but you can start with kis...,"

My words were cut off by the pressure of her lips as she slammed her mouth into mine, letting me know she hungered for me just as much as I hungered for her. Every endorphin in my body exploded as our lips moved slowly, yet so eagerly together, but I wanted more; I wanted what was inside her mouth. 

"Open," I demanded, squeezing Sophie's ass and pushing her into me. She grunted over the feeling that ripped through her and obeyed, allowing me to slip my tongue in and taste every last bit of her.

The moan that escaped her only made my briefs a little wetter, telling me I was fully ready for her.

"Shit! Sophie, I'm so close," I confessed, breathless.

"So close to what, Noah?" her soft voice just about pushing me over the edge.

I was shocked at how quickly my body was picking up what Sophie was laying down. It wasn't like I'd never had sex before, but all of this was new; this connection was completely new.

"So close to cumming," I growled in frustration, grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly, controlling the urge to ravage her the way I was dying to. 

Her tongue grazed the inside of my bottom lip, begging to enter my mouth which I immediately gave her. 

"Do you want me to stop," she whispered in my ear after a few moments of tasting the inside of my mouth. 

"No, I don't," confessing unapologetically. 

She leaned back and grinned. I took in the way she looked; all worked up, hot, and beautiful. It was at that moment I knew I was done for. I had fallen for Sophie, completely fallen for absolutely everything about her, and it had only been six days. What the fuck was wrong with me? 

My head was reeling with how easily Sophie had me undone like putty in her hands and the intoxicating scent of vanilla that escaped from beneath her t-shirt aroused deep hidden feelings I'd forced myself to bury a long time ago that I just didn't want to feel anymore. I was afraid. The fear of being used and abandoned again began to creep into the crevices of my heart, creating overthinking thoughts that I didn't want at the moment. 

Finally taking a moment, I slid my hands around her waist as Sophie slid hers around my face, cupping it between her fingers, and resting her elbows on my chest. Her thumbs caressed my lips and I relished the feeling of her touch, closing my eyes briefly and laying my head back. 

"God woman you're going to be the death of me, if that happens again," I confessed with a breathless chuckle, feeling her fingers slide down my throat. 

"Did it hurt?" 

I raised my head looking into her eyes as she sat back placing her hands on my chest. Her lips were a perfect shade of pink, evidence of being savagely kissed over and over again.

"Like a bitch," I replied. 

"Then why did you do it?"

I shrugged.

"Why not do it?"

She was skeptical about my answer.

"Was it the worst one to have done?"

"No, that would be my back. That motherfucker took hours, days, weeks, shit, I don't even remember that's how long it took."

Sophie's laugh rang out through the apartment, breaking the quietness for the first time. 

"I'm so so sorry," she whispered, an apologetic look in her eyes. 

"For what? For making out with me? I'm not sorry," I chuckled, but I could see she was a little nervous.

"Hey, it's okay," I said, trying to reassure her that everything was fine.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sophie." 

"I don't? Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a little unsteady. 

I shook my head.

"No, you don't. Why would you think that?

She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Sophie, look at me."

She did and she seemed lost. The glow that had just been there was suddenly gone.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing; it's just that," she hesitated, stopping her sentence short. 

"Perry never allowed me to touch him the way I just touched you. I was always the one being used and he would take from me what he wanted and leave the rest. I don't know what came over me Noah, and I apologize if I did anything that made you uncomfortable."

My mouth fell open at her words. Never in my life had a woman said anything remotely close to what Sophie just said, and I didn't know what to say. 

"Okay, first, Perry never allowed these hands, these wonderful, soft, amazing things touch him?" I said, taking her hands and bringing them to my lips where I kissed her fingertips, earning a sweet giggle from her. 

"He's a fucking idiot, Sophie. You know that was his issue and not you right?"

She was blushing and I couldn't resist the urge to grin. 

I slipped my finger under her chin, bringing her face up to meet mine.

"No woman has ever touched me the way you just did. You made me feel exposed, hell you almost made me cum," I admitted with a laugh.

Sophie giggled and then sighed in relief.

"If anything felt wrong I would have stopped you. But if we're being honest, I was dying for something like that to happen; since I first met you."

"Really," she looked, raising an eyebrow.

Chuckling, her lips turned upwards into that fucking beautiful smile again. 

"I've never done this before Noah; what we just did," admitting shyly. "Perry and I never made out. It was always straight to the sex with him while calling all the shots. I never had a say."

My shoulders dropped with the words of her confession.

She smiled as if it was a natural thing to happen. I guess it was to her.

"What a sick fuck. Sophie, I'm sorry you had to live like that."

She sighed 

"It is what it is, right? Hopefully, it's not my life anymore." 

She got up out of my lap and instantly I missed the feeling of her body against mine. Reaching out her hands to me, I took them and she pulled me to my feet.

"Come help me pack? I'll leave all this for another day. I don't want to deal with it right now."

Agreeing, I followed Sophie to the bedroom where she entered her closet and emerged with a duffle bag. After talking for a while as we packed up clothes and essential items she would need, she zipped up her bag, ready to go, but not before grabbing a stuffed raccoon from her bed.

I gave her a questioning look.

"What? Don't judge me," she scolded.

I threw my hands up in defense. 

"I'm not, you do you," taking her bag and slinging it over my shoulder, shooting her smile.

She playfully slapped me in my stomach, causing me to flinch. 

Moments later, I stood next to her in the living room again, watching as she picked up little pieces here and there of her things, trying to salvage what she could.

"Hey, Sophie, listen; when you're ready, I'll get the guys together and we'll come over and help get this place cleaned up. Maybe by then, you'll have a few things figured out."

She nodded, wiping away the few tears that slid down her cheeks. 

"That would be really helpful, Noah, thanks," standing up a lamp that lay partially broken on the floor. 

"Maybe Perry will be in jail, by then too?"

"What do you mean," surprised by her statement.

"I called the police a few days ago and gave them my statement of what happened. I gave them all of Perry's information and mine. I told them to come here and see things for themselves. They came yesterday."

"Oh shit, Soph. That must have been a hard decision to make; a brave one for sure, but hard. Why didn't you say anything?"

"What was there to tell, Noah," she shrugged.

"None of this is on you or your friends to feel or handle; it's mine. My mess, my problem, my life, as fucked up as it all is. You guys have already done so much for me, not only by giving me a place to heal and rest but a safe place to get my mind together and figure crap out. That's more than anyone has ever done for me."

I stood there quietly, thinking of so much I wanted to say, but in the end, I just said okay and promised her the mess in her apartment would be handled. 

 Since meeting Sophie, I came to realize how strong of a woman she was mentally and emotionally. She was putting on a good front, pretending that things weren't so bad, but I was already a player of the convincing game enough to recognize the signs of coming undone; and she was close.

Whatever happened those few days she stayed locked up in my bedroom wasn't enough to keep her together and it was just a matter of time before the damn in her head and heart broke. But I made a promise to myself, as I followed her out the door, that no matter what happened or how difficult it would be, I was going to be the one to pick her up and love her when her world came crashing down. No matter what, I wasn't going anywhere, because I'd already made my mind up and staked my claim on Sophie's heart. She was mine and I was hers and my intuition was telling me she felt the same way. It was only a matter of time before the universe would decide to put all the pieces that had begun to form around us together. My only fear; Sophie wasn't ready. Was she?

CHAPTER 6

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[thismessymasterpiece]

I Wanted Him to Look at Me

Summary - Eddie Munson has a crush on Chrissy Cunningham… or does he?

Platonic!BestFriend!Chrissy Cunningham x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns used!) x Eddie Munson

Category - Not sad enough to classify angst but considerably dejected.

TW - Cursing, maybe Chrissy and Eddie being a little ooc!

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note - Definitely loosely based on the Robin and Steve Bathroom scene from season 3. Enjoy :)

Part Two!

"Y/N, are you even listening to me? Hello?" Chrissy Cunningham, Y/N's best friend in the whole world snaps her fingers in front of their nose, "Earth to Y/N!"

Suddenly, they snap back to reality.

"Hi, yeah, present," Y/N responds, blinking wildly.

"Yeah, right!" Chrissy grins at them, "What's up with you?"

When they do not answer her, choosing to stare at their feet instead, she gets worried.

"Hey, Y/N, what's wrong?" Chrissy tries to catch their eye, failing again and worrying her more.

Opting instead to take matters into her own hands, she follows Y/N's sudden, unbreaking eye line to find Eddie Munson.

When he sees the two looking, he blushes crimson before waving in an uncharacteristically shy gesture. Y/N's eyes dart to the floor again.

"Is he bothering you?" She asks sternly. Chrissy knows personally that Eddie is not at all as bad as everyone says but her protective friend mode is now initiated and there is no going back.

"Y/N, is he bothering you?" She presses harder.

More than you could ever know, Chrissy.

"Okay, Y/N, enough," Chrissy huffs, dropping herself heavily on Y/N's bed and abandoning her bag at their doorway.

"Enough of what?" Y/N asks, turning their back to drop their bag at their dresser... and avoid her knowing glare.

Sure enough, when they turn, her eyes stare into theirs, clearly unimpressed.

"You know exactly what, Y/N," Chrissy deadpans.

Y/N decides that playing dumb is the best way to go.

"Hmm," they look to the ceiling in mock contemplation, "you're going to need to elaborate."

Chrissy scoffs. "What is Eddie Munson doing to bother you?"

Damn, Y/N thinks, we're cutting straight through the crap here.

"Nothing," They lie, smiling unconvincingly.

"Y/N, don't give me that," Chrissy grabs for their arm, "You can tell me anything and you know it."

The waver of uncertainty and anxiety that plagues the end of her sentence does Y/N in.

"Look, Chrissy," they mumble, "something's been... going on."

Chrissy raises an eyebrow, not entirely reassuring.

"We've been friends forever, as long as I can remember but..."

"Y/N," Chrissy cuts in, "not to interrupt and all but... if this is you platonically breaking up with me, it's not happening."

"No," they chuckle, "no, it's just... I haven't been entirely honest with you as of late."

Chrissy takes a moment before responding, leveling her breathing and preparing herself for the worst.

"Okay," she sighs, "hit me."

"Look, I'm worried that... there is a part of me you don't know. My worry is..." they pause, gathering their courage, "my worry is that if you got to know them, this part of me, I mean... like, really know them, you wouldn't even want to be friends anymore."

"Oh, that's not true; no way is that true," Chrissy presses.

"Listen to me, Chris," their hesitation stills her, "It shocked me to my core but... Eddie Munson. I like him... I really like him... but he's not like my other friends. He's not like you... and- and I couldn't care less but... I don't want him to be like my other friends."

"Y/N..." Chrissy doesn't sound disapproving, just confused, "I don't get it."

"Do you remember what I said about him bothering me?" Y/N tries.

"Well, you never said he bothered you. I asked and you never answered," she clarified.

"Right... that's- it isn't because I don't like him. It's because... he wouldn't stop staring at you."

"Who... Eddie Munson, at me?" She asks, at a loss for words.

Y/N simply could not meet her eye.

"Eddie Munson," they clarify, "at you."

Chrissy bites her thumbnail, torn between two truths.

I like them, Eddie had confided in Chrissy, during a meeting in the woods. I really like Y/N.

Tell them, Chrissy had prompted. You should just tell them.

What, are you nuts? Eddie had shrieked. Right-hand to the head cheerleader, tell them I like them? Sure, Chrissy, that would end so well...

Sitting before her now is proof that it could all work out.

"Tell him, Y/N," Chrissy prompts, "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Um... I could get humiliated and brokenhearted all in one go?" They offer.

"Maybe... maybe he was looking at you," Chrissy says, careful not to break her promise to Eddie and tell the truth about how head over heels he had admitted to being.

"In my dreams!" Y/N shrieks.

"Trust me, in my dreams," They whisper, more to themself than Chrissy.

Sitting before Chrissy now is proof that it could all work out... if only she could find a way to make it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #chrissy cunningham x platonic!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #lulu’s hideout >:)

[islandgirl003]

I didn't want to address the issue as I thought common sense would prevail, but I forgot many people lack it. Yes, I'm talking about Wang Yibo film and all you haters calling it racism instead of seeing it for what it is.

You all here on social media making posts calling him racist for your 5 min of fame (not 15 because u are not worth even that)

Where is the outrage on how the people are being treated by terrorists? Where is your outrage on how the children are being used.

Nothing. You all quiet because that won't get you seen on social media. But calling out the famous boy who is showing the reality of that country and how the soldiers are living and helping!

Can you take a second and imagine that soldier risking his life to save a stranger! His family might never see him again because he went to save someone who is brave enough to speak up against terrorism and you idiots sitting comfortably at home are complaining how he camouflaged himself to save them!!!

You are all privileged! Don't give me crap that because you are African American you are not! That is bull because compared to those in war torn countries your ass is privileged!

Funny enough, I don't see you calling out people for black fishing.

But here you are degrading a soldier!!!!! Have you ever spoken to a person who was saved by a UN policeman!?! No, because that won't get you seen! You ignored the videos on the victims who spoke out that this is reality, and they are grateful they were saved! So busy living your life in a dream reality online!

I WONDER HOW MANY OF THOSE WHO SEE YOUR VIDEO BASHING A UN SOLIDER WILL ATTEND YOUR FUNERAL AND MORN YOU!

I didn't want to get all emotional about this, but you know... I'm a Libra, and my scale kinda tipped, and I saw red when I saw all the shit videos... my post won't be saying how your feelings are valid!!!! They are not to me! Who's feelings are valid are the ones living that nightmare! The ones who were brave! This stupid video you made for attention is not brave! You are an attention seeking wh...e!!!!!

You want to call out racism and black face go on Instagram!!! There are 1000s that have millions of followers instead of bashing a movie made on a soldier's camouflage to SAVE people!!

Don't come calling me out saying I'm racist! You don't me ! Don't know my life! Don't know my family! I'm calling you out for being stupid because you are! All this so you can get seen for 5 minutes!!! Spend that time and energy into people around you instead!!!

Guess I need to end it now as I will continue to call out you idiots! There was nothing malicious in what he did!!! It was a movie on UN soldiers! Be happy that you are lucky enough to live peacefully!

Bye Beaches...

#wang yibo #fpu #un #new movie #formed police unit #heshowedthetruth #quiet about the truth as it doesnt get you likes #pray for the UN soldiers #grateful for those soldiers who risk their lives for strangers #going to see the UN soldiers we have here and thank each one! #so done with fake people online #i block and move on #wang yibo will aways be a great boy #wang yibo is soooooo cute 😍