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assistantquail · 1 year

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Well damn... (Adults) 1/2

Female reader is left with no choice but to use a male avatar, not that he minds using it on the first place, to save their best friend's life.

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey

Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: Cursing, injury, mentions of blood, Jake is shot in every headcannon in this part (bc why not), kithes?, simps, everyone is bi >:3, gender is a social construct, idk a thing about injuries or fighting, ooc

The timelines are different per character;

Jake & Neytiri: After the RDA left

Tsu’tey: Before the big battle

This is the exact same story but I just changed the gender and figure type :>

(None of the ff images/gifs are mine)

GIF by loaksbitch

Jake Sully

He didn't know what to do at first but this is definitely not doing any good for his chest... His heart and the bullet wound-

“I've been shot, I'll be needing some back up”

The man is applying pressure to his injury, leaning on to the tree as he issues orders for the spotters to return.

“Copy that, back up is on the way” Norm's voice can be heard from the earpiece as he hears a mellow voice in the background saying that someone is already on the move.

Since the humans retreated and Jake knew that this area is sort of close to where his comrades are located, he decided to ask for their help as he broke off from the Navi group before the battle.

Luckily the bullet missed his vital organs but it might’ve grazed through his veins, rendering his legs useless. Making him feel a bit panicked whether or not this is temporary, silently praying to Eywa for strength. He already lived through having crippled legs in his first life, will he experience the same now?

What if he can never use his legs again? What if-

“You idiot! This isn’t a minor injury!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes trailed to you in your avatar form. An unfamiliar Navi yet he feels like you look familiar. That eye shape, nose, lips, and 5 fingers...

“Who- wait, Y/N!?”

“No shit sherlock” You rolled your eyes while approaching him, taking the bag of materials off your shoulder. His mouth formed an ‘o’ and he can’t help but study your form. You glared at him when you saw that he was eyeing your lower region, throwing bandages at his face.

“Eyes up here skxawng”

You placed your hand under his chin, forcing him to look up. Still speechless from seeing you, he just kept staring and you’re starting to feel bare in front of him.

He saw you hissed at him playfully, but that look on your face is hot-

To distract yourself, you started to inspect the wound, you brushed your fingers near the bullet hole.

At this moment, Jake doesn’t know what to feel. He thought that he has great self-control and he can manage his expressions whenever you’re near but this is an impossible task now.

Do not get him wrong, he loves you dearly in your human form with the size difference between you and him. But seeing your avatar, despite being a male, still has your prominent features that fit greatly to the Navi beauty standards. He wanted to see what is in your pants, curious to know if he is bigger.

When he felt your fingers under his chin, making him stare into your golden eyes, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

He wanted to say something but he is sure that his voice will betray him and make him seem unmanly which is the last thing he needs you to see.

However, when you touched him, his will power almost vanished completely. This is a huge foul! He’s getting overstimulated by a lot of things at once: your touch, gaze, heat radiating from you, and his heart.

This is all too much for the man. He was as silent and still as a rock, the whole time you were treating his injury. You can feel his intense gaze on you as you tried to brush it off before you do something.

You thought he’ll tease you throughout this encounter but you were met with serenity and it’s making you feel awkward. You would rather listen to Jake make fun of you or just listen to him say anything than this.

Is it that weird? Do you look unattractive? Is he disgusted?

Those thoughts are plaguing the back of your mind, you’ve always wanted to let him know about your avatar but you’ve never really thought it will happen today.

When Norm told you that Jake was shot and needed help, you went to your pod and took off, no questions asked. This man will be the death of you but living without him is just as bad.

The silence is slowly breaking your heart which made you work faster, so that you can get out of there and look for a hole to hide in.

Rather than suffer, you decided to talk instead.

“What happened o mighty Toruk Makto? I never thought that you will get injured this bad...”

You were met with silence so you just chuckled nervously, hoping that he doesn’t notice your struggle.

Not even want to see the expression on his face, you hurried to tie the bandage around the injured area and secure the wound to stop bleeding.

“You are free to go now, just do not use your leg too much for a couple of days” You picked up the scattered materials you’ve used and stuffed them in your bag, swinging it over your shoulder as you looked at everything else but him, “Well I’ll be out of your hair now, I don’t want to taint your eyes any longer”

You felt yourself wince at your words, internally face palming yourself while you walk away.

“Wait no” A familiar hand fell on your arm, immobilizing you from taking your escape.

Jake finally got himself together when he saw that you were walking away, his body reacted before his brain. He wants you to stay, he wants to tell you how stunning you are, avatar or not.

“Sorry if I was being a skxawng, you are just so hot that it caught me off guard. I almost couldn’t stop myself from taking you”

He stared at your face, engraving every detail in his face as he watches your eyes widen and cheeks turn purple. Which gives him a boost of confidence to caress your face in his hand. Standing up, he was only a few centimeters taller than you.

“This isn’t how I wanted to confess but I’ll be damned if those women see you, girls here are crazy”

“Oel ngati kameie Y/N”

Your lips trembled, seeing the man you’ve always wanted, look at you with such an expression.

“Oel ngati kameie Jake, I always have”

This would’ve been a heartfelt moment but Jake couldn’t help but smack your butt. Can he be blamed though? That is one juicy muscle.

Extra:

“Cat got your tongue or is it just me?” This made you want to take back your confession and just unalive this man.

“Shut up or I’ll feed you to the direwolves”

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Neytiri

Neytiri had never imagined Y/N as a Navi or a female one because they already look very attractive in their human form, but she would've kneeled and thank Eywa for being blessed by the view of it weren't for the current situation.

You shot up from your spot when you heard that Jake is injured and their coordinates are close to where you are doing research. There is no problem with heading into the battlefield, you're a skilled Navy and healer despite being younger than him. But there is this tiny problem that might hinder you from going...

Your avatar body, which was previously your sister's who sadly had to remain on earth to recuperate from her injuries. There is nothing wrong with its quality though! You love how everything looks because it resembles you a lot, but only a few people knew how your avatar looks like. Adding the fact, that your crush is certainly there as Jake's right hand woman, you are not sure how she will react to seeing you like this.

Internally groaning, your morals overpowered the embarrassment that will be bestowed upon you as you sadly see Jake as your family.

“I’m almost there, just hang on” You spoke to the walkie-talkie, doing a great job avoiding obstacles that are blocking your way as you pray to Eywa for guidance.

On the other side of the area, the idiot who got shot is currently being hidden as the other Navis are retreating

“Neytiri, your mouth is gonna catch some flies from how wide it is”

With you there, she held back from hissing towards and throwing this skxawng who still had the nerve to make fun of her while bleeding on the ground.

You gestured "I see you" to Neytiri with a smile before approaching your sworn brother. Trying to play this situation coolly as you don't want to embarrass yourself in the presence of the Navi princess, who you've been pining on for years since you did not use your avatar with anyone knowing but the scientists and Jake... Probably Tsu'tey too...

The woman just stared at your form, as you turn your back on her to check up on Jake. She didn’t even notice how she kept staring at you until Jake made fun of her which resulted to a smack on his head.

The moment you saw the injury, your personality did a switch becoming a professional medic drowning out the environment to focus on the man in front of you.

“Don't take this the wrong way, but it's prefer to get invited over not in every situation where you're close to dying from foolishness” Mutters fell from your lips, as you examined the severity of the injury. The bullet almost made an exit hole, which thankfully missed his vital organs.

A pair of golden eyes watched you from behind, curiously looking at all your features. She wonders why your waist seems to be smaller than hers despite being taller.

She went beside you, staring at the side of your face while you and Jake are bickering like children. Your freckles framed your face perfectly, highlighting the facial features that Neytiri adores whenever you stop by the clan, in your human form.

“That's not how you should talk to an injured person” Jake huffed, rolling his eyes at you. He then took note of how his right hand woman is still looking at you like you're the only person in Pandora.

A hand met the back of Jake's head rather roughly as the slap echoed around the area. “Hey, you don't hit an injured person!” He puts his hand on his chest, wearing a betrayed look on his face.

“I would have hit you back if I didn't know that you're a girl” Your shoulders tensed as you take a deep breath, pressing your fingers against your temple.

“I pray to Eywa for patience” Neytiri watched in silence, imagining what it would be like to hold your hand. Seeing you stressed by this skwawng made her want to hold you close, it is not the first time she thought of acting on her feelings.

“Don't you usually pray for strength?” Jake retorted like he wasn't the one bleeding on the floor, still focused on winning this silly argument.

“I need patience to not throw hands with an already injured skxawng”

The Navi princess felt jealous that Jake was being touched by your precious hands while she has never felt your skin on hers. All your attention was on him and she knows that her thoughts are childish, but she can’t help it.

When you turned to get some materials from your bag, you met face to face with Neytiri. You both are inches away from each other, her eyes glowed majestically in your perspective. You have never been this close to her, you became more aware with the freckles on her face.

Eyes trailing to her nose then lips. While you did not even notice that she was doing the same, Neytiri is drilling the memory of you into her heart, making sure not to forget any detail of how your eyes shine like the sun.

You both were staring at each other with so much love that Jake had to stop himself from gagging, do not get him wrong, he is your biggest shipper but he would rather not be forced to watch this.

“Can you guys undress and mate later? There’s a dying person here-”

Again, a slap met the back of his head but it was from Neytiri as you covered your face in embarrassment. Your throat let out some nervous chuckles as you finished wrapping the bandages, you can feel the heat gathering on your cheeks and ears. Neytiri looked at the tall Navi, who was acting nervously as you packed your stuff. Such a strong looking Navi yet only she can see you crumble.

But inside you were glad that she did not seem to treat you any differently, this was a huge step up for you. You can feel her eyes as you stood up. “Well um you are all better, now I will just bounce-”

“Y/N...”

That was all it took for you to give her all of your attention again, oh Eywa you are such a himbo.

“Can I meet you later at the entrance of the clan”

“Huh-?” Your brain filtered out whatever she just said, you were too busy trying not to melt under her gaze so you just nodded your head.

“Perfect, we shall have what you humans call as a date”

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Tsu'tey

Jake nudged the Navi with an all knowing smirk creeping on his face. Just a moment ago, Tsu'tey was focused on keeping other dreamwalkers away from this skxawng who got shot but now he can't tear his eyes away from this one male dreamwalker who is running toward them. His instinct is telling him not to shoot but his chest somehow makes him feel like they are familiar with each other.

“Take a picture it will last longer- ow!”

The injured Navi held his shoulder that was punched aggressively to soothe the ache. Jake glared at his sworn brother while he got hissed back.

“Alright, I kind of deserved that”

When the female Navi nodded towards them, all of Tsu’tey’s attention is back on them, on you.

“Oel ngati kameie” You greeted them, facing Tsu’tey with a shy smile before turning your focus on Jake. Your tongue made a clicking noise as you examine the injury, the bullet runs deep but not that fatal if treated quickly.

The young Navi cannot help but feel envy as the injured skxawng gets to receive your attention, on the other hand he is using your moment of distraction to study your features.

Your avatar has the features similar to them, noticeable from your height and figure shape. Is this the reason why you disappeared for so long? Did you not want him to know?

He was not able to catch a glimpse of you for the whole week which is why he is “more grumpy than usual” in Jake's words which he wholeheartedly denied.

“Hey there handsome, where have you been the whole time?” Jake grins at you wearing the playboy smirk, making you roll your eyes at him.

You gagged at his attempt to tease you in front of your crush. “I think I just threw up, please spare me”. After giving him a short examination, you placed your hand on the ground beside you.

The bag full of medicinal herbs, bandages, etc is something you bring along everywhere for emergencies. That’s one of the things Tsu’tey loves about you, always looking after others before yourself. It is a double-edged sword, no doubt, but that is where he comes in.

He always makes sure to take care of you and remind you to take a break. You are well aware that he shows his affection through actions and acts of service rather than vocalizing his thoughts.

The two of you sort of have an ambiguous relationship? You gift him some crafts you make whenever you stop by every other day for research, the whole clan welcomes you with open arms since you aided Grace with her school before the whole fiasco happened.

You are well aware that the corporate people have some things hidden in their sleeves, you have seen glimpses and whispers of their plan but you have no power to put a stop on it.

So you are glad that they accepted Jake into their clan, not really but you suspect he is close. You and Tsu’tey were able to amend your friendship with each other in your human form, hopefully developing something more, but deep inside you know very well that Navis only mate with Navis. Plus you only have a male avatar! You cannot give birth to an heir even if you wanted to...

A human can never be with a Navi, especially if the Navi is next in line as Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan. The man also lost his future mate because of your kind, for Eywa’s sake!

Without you knowing, Tsu’tey has already thought of those. He actually prayed to Eywa for guidance, if what he is feeling is just temporary because he does not know how to deal with these type of things.

He is a warrior, who lost his fated mate almost a year ago. He loved her, they were supposed to be together forever...

It seems that Eywa have other plans for him because he met you.

As your body worked like a robot, familiar with what needs to be done with muscle memory, you placed your hand down without looking. But you felt that you touched something warm, your head quickly turns to Tsu’tey.

His hand was holding the bandages you were about to retrieve, you made eye contact with him for a few seconds before realizing that you were still holding his hand.

“Thank you- and sorry about that!” You squeaked as you took the bandages from him.

“There is no need for that, this is such a simple thing” His voice was lower than usual, is it because you have not heard him for so long? But it sent you feeling some shivers down your spine.

You flashed him a smile, showing your fangs and it nearly took him out. So he just looked at you as you turned your attention back on your best friend.

Jake watched this painful love show playing in front of him, he cringed at how awkward you both were acting.

Tsu’tey stayed silent again, he was thinking of what to say to you. Should he compliment you? Ask how you are doing?

At first it is because, of how you took his breath away from your form. You have always been an attractive human but now that you are in Navi form, his willpower almost became nonexistent.

He wanted to take you away and make you be worry free but he knows that this is not the right time. He does not know when that time will be, where both of you can finally let go of what is stopping you from being together.

For now, he can be satisfied with how things are, he just does know until when he can keep it all together. With your avatar, he will make sure that no man dares to covet you...

Extra:

Tsu’tey hands you a necklace after bringing Jake back to the Hometree, this is the first gift you have received from him and you could not stop smiling. He offered to put it on you, which you just nodded at him.

Feeling his fingers brush on your neck, you let out a laugh because you are ticklish. Your body reacted by holding his hand to stop him from tickling you and your hand fits perfectly in his.

Next Part: Tonowari, Ronal, and Quaritch (Male reader ver.)

I will also be uploading another version with Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Tsireya, Aonung, and Roxto. Tell me what you guys think as I need constructive criticism QvQ.

Male reader version

#avatar x reader #avatar #avatar x female reader #jake sully #jake x reader #neytiri #neytiri x reader #tsu'tey #tsu'tey x reader

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iwant-fuitgummi · 10 months

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Part 2 of my mondstadt headcanons!

(FF = Found Family)

pt. 1 here

Diona Katzlein

she/her

Family: Draff Katzlein (Father), Diluc Ragnvindr (FF Dad since draff sucks), Margaret (FF Mom), Eury (FF Mom), Fischl (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Klee Babler

Diona has type 1 diabetes. Margaret helps her get insulin and dietary supplements.

She has tourettes. Her most common tics are meows, hisses, mouth pops, whistles, and jumping.

Diona is very sensitive to sound. Diluc commissioned Albedo to make soundproof earplugs made specifically for her ears.

Diona goes "fishing" with Klee. She turns all of the fish Klee blasts into her specialty dish, and the two use them for picnics.

She loves birdwatching. She sometimes has the urge to catch them, but she stops herself. This is how she teaches herself self control.

Fischl taught her how to use her bow

Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort (I did the actual Fischl and the Immernachtreich Fischl because I wanted to highlight some differences)

she/they/he/xe/star/starself/nil/thy/one

Xenogender, Omnisexual, Polyamorous

Currently dating Bennett Faust and Razor Minci

Family: Mother and Father, Diluc (FF Father), Diona (FF Sister), Mona Megistus (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Oz

Fischl has autism, ADHD, tourettes, and BPD. SHe is also a maladaptive daydreamer.

Fischl loses sleep due to how often she stays up writing her books. Diluc gives her tea to help her sleep.

Speaking of which, they spend a lot of time at the winery to avoid going home to their parents. Diluc gave them their own room that they can decorate however they want.

Xe taught Diona how to use her bow. Xe is mostly self-taught, but Kaeya helped xem learn the basics.

Diluc lets star borrow his falcon so that star can take it and Oz on playdates. Star loves watching them fly together, but it reminds star of stars lack of friends. Diona offers to come with star, though, so star feels less alone.

Immernachtreich Fischl looks significantly different from the real Fischl. Most noticeably, their more confident expression and lack of eyebags. She also has a smile, while the real Fischl has RBF.

Diluc Ragnvindr

ANGST WARNING BTW

he/him

Transgender man, Biromantic, Homosexual

In an unlabeled relationship with Venti

Family: Crepus Ragnvindr (Dad), Kaeya Alberich-Ragnvindr (Brother), Diona Katzlein (FF Daughter), Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort (FF Daughter)

Best Friend: how do i say this nicely. none.

Everytime Diluc sees Kaeya and Eula drinking together, he feels a pang of sadness. When this happens, he gets Charles to cover his shift so he can take a break. He doesn't want his patrons to see him sad because of his brother finding a new family.

Diluc has severe burns on his hands from the delusion.

He wears a necklace under his suit. It has a starconch that Kaeya gave him as a kid. He keeps it there in hopes that it'll somehow help him get his brother back.

He has a lot of extra rooms in the Dawn Winery. One was given to Venti, another to Fischl, and another to Diona whenever she wants to stay there...but Kaeya's room is never occupied. It's exactly the same as it was when he left six years ago. Diluc's kept it the same, and occasionally just sits in there when he misses his brother.

Diluc loves animals, even though the only pet he has is his falcon. He has a special soft spot for cats, but he never lets them near the winery in order to keep Venti safe.

Eula Lawrence

she/her

Cisgender Woman, Asexual, Lesbian

Dating Amber Hasenkamp

Family: Kaeya Alberich-Ragnvindr (FF Brother), Mika Schmidt (FF Brother)

Best Friend: Jean Gunnhildr

I don't have many thoughts about Eula tbh, I always kinda forget she exists.

She has BPD and depression. She often loses sleep trying to figure out how to make people like her.

She spars with Kaeya all the time to try and hone her sword skills. She never spars with him using her claymore, though. She doesn;t want to remind him of the fight with Diluc.

She sees Mika as a little brother, though Mika always gets nervous when she's around. She tries to be super nice to him, though. She's also helped him learn techniques that help with his anxiety.

Albedo Kreideprinz

they/he/she/it

~24 physically, possibly 500+

Agender, Asexual, Demiromantic, Biromantic

Dating Sucrose Hertz

Family: Rhinedottir (Mother), Durin (Brother), Fellflower (Sibling), Alice Babler (FF Aunt), Klee Babler (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Sucrose Hertz

Albedo is autistic (obviously). They hyperfocus on their projects for days at a time and forget to take care of themself. Sucrose takes it upon herself to bring them food, water, coffee, tea, meds, whatever they need. Honestly, they neglect themself so often that they'd be dead if it weren't for Sucrose.

She has a pet mouse that she keeps in the lab. She was gonna use it for an experiment, but decided against it. The mouse has been in the lab for over a year now and is named Fritz.

Albedo wears gold makeup to highlight the mark on his neck. He's extremely proud of it, as it reminds him of his imperfections. He also has golden streaks in his hair and Khaenri'ahn pupils.

He sends letters to Cyno and Tighnari. He tells Tighnari about his experiments and exchanges jokes and TCG strategies with Cyno.

Sucrose Hertz

she/they (doesn't care though)

Nonbinary, Bisexual

Dating Albedo Kreideprinz

Family: Klee Babler (FF Sister), Collei (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Albedo Kreideprinz

Sucrose has really bad anxiety (duh). She's also selectively mute and knows sign language. Albedo makes anxiety medicine specifically for her.

They have a crush on Rosaria, but are too afraid to say anything about it.

She has her own garden, which she grows sweet flowers in. They're her favorite type of flower. She has a separate garden that she grows fruits and vegetables in, which she donates to the Cathedral for their soup kitchen.

She sends letters to Collei talking about her experiments and experiences with anxiety, helping Collei learn how to cope with her stress.

The surname I gave her, Hertz, means heart.

Mika Schmidt

she/they

Transfem, Bisexual

Family: Huffman Schmidt (Brother), Eula Lawrence (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Bennett Faust

Mika is a HUGE Barbara fan, but is too scared to talk to her. She goes to all of her concerts and gives warnings to her fan club that, if they mess with her life, she WILL arrest them.

She's come close to arresting Albert more times than she can count.

They have awful anxiety. Eula helps them learn how to manage it.

Kaeya taught them how to use their vision and Rosaria taught them how to use their polearm.

I don't have many thoughts about Mika, sorry. She's one of the two four stars I don't have, so I haven't read much about her.

Rosaria Nacht

she/they/vamp

Transgender Woman, Aroace

Family: Varka (FF Dad), Razor (FF Brother), Barbara (FF Sister)

Best Friend: Kaeya Alberich-Ragnvindr

Okay first of all I replaced her eyes with Immernachtreich Fischl's since I don't like how her eyes are a different art style than everyone else's.

She's SUPER pale. This is due to her having anemia. She often takes iron supplements to help with this, but she's still super pale. It's also because she's a night owl and almost never gets sun. This has led to many rumors about her being a vampire, but she doesn't mind. She likes being feared.

Vamp is friends with Diluc and often gives him updates on how Kaeya's doing. Vamp is also one of the few people who knows that he's the Darknight Hero, and the two work together a lot.

They get antidepressants from Sucrose for free.

The surname I gave her, Nacht, means night watchman.

Astrologist Mona Megistus

she/they/star/starself

Transgender Woman, Bisexual

Family: Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort (FF Sister)

She wears a full-length dress and blue makeup. She also has glasses.

Mona works with Lisa a lot to try and cure her curse.

They have a crush on Rosaria, but aren't really interested in pursuing it, especially since they know Rosaria's aroace.

She has a pet cat named Effie. Effie is a Birman and often stays in Mona's library, sleeping on the bookshelves. Effie hates Oz and tries to eat him whenever Fischl visits.

Star graduated from the Akademiya in the Rtawahist darshan, but star also took a lot of Vahumana classes and is a licensed therapist. Star reads people's constellations and learns their pasts, then star helps them cope with any issues they have. Star also prescribes medicine if needed, sending a prescription to Sucrose and Albedo.

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unhingedhearties · 14 days

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Vast Amounts of Copium

I see Lucas fans are already getting triggered about this shirtless Kevin scene.

Disturbed... FFS

Is there anyone on this show Erin isn't friends with? Also, maybe, JUST MAYBE, the reason Erin and Ben go on trips with Kevin and Kayla is because none of them have kids. Am I wrong, or are almost all the other cast members parents and have responsibilities to their kids and can't just hop a plane to Europe?

Is that too big brained of a take for some of you or do you just want to keep seething about dumb shit?

"Emotional cheating doesn't fit Hallmark". You're either lying or you've never watch a Hallmark movie. Almost very Hallmark lady leaves her BIG CITY BUSINESS™ boyfriend for the rugged guy in flannel because he works to much and doesn't love Christmas or dogs.

A HISTORICAL INACCURACY IN WCTH!?

You know what, I agree with Sherisa. They need to make When Calls The Heart more period accurate. Let's start with more racism and wife beating. Rosemary has no place being that bossy and running a business. Kill off some of the kids to. That Spanish Flu never made it's way around, it might be time to rectify that. Hey, the Encephalitis Lethargica epidemic should be starting up to. Let's have a scene of Little Jack losing control of his hands before going into a blank faced coma for 60 years. Erin can really put her acting skills to use in a scene where they take her son away to live in an asylum for the rest of his life. World War 1 never really happened. Maybe they can retcon that and have it happen a few years later. All the men can be sent away for a few episodes before coming back with their limbs blown off and their faces half gone. Maybe while Fiona's gone she can send a letter to Faith telling her she got a job painting radium on watch dials. When she gets back she can have Faith check her oddly sore teeth right before her jaw detaches from her face.

Oh wait, you just want the cutesy, fluffy parts of history to be accurate, not the harsh reality. Not the actual history that shaped the modern day rights we take for granted. Ew, gross. Icky.

Guys! One of the actors is going to sing. On When Calls The Heart. Literally never been done before. Disgusting nepotism is what it is.

I bet it's totally going to be a real show stopping scene. The whole town will stop what they're doing to stare at Kevin while he sings for 10 minutes Disney Princess style and makes it all about him. It's totally not going to be some minor, brief scene that's over in 20 seconds.

So you just pulled that out of your ass? Hush child, the adults will do the talking now.

"Different lifestyles"

And there's the dogwhistle. So was it the Gays, the interracial couples or the Hanukkah celebrating Jewish families that raised your blood pressure?

They really have a bug up their ass about Nathan singing. Almost everyone on that show sings. I really doubt they're going to make this a big deal like when Mei was self conscious about singing.

And I'm just going to say it. If Lucas was going to have a shirtless scene these same people wouldn't be shutting up about how excited they were. If Lucas spilled tea on his clothes and went to his office to clean it up and Elizabeth accidentally walked in on him topless scrubbing his clothes they'd be going ~*~UWU SOOOOOO CUTE ~*~ and making 20 different gifs of it.

"Disturbed" again. They really do just latch on to one word and drive it into the ground.

Life Rivers asking the real questions. Of course no one responds because then they might have to walk it back and admit "mention in a few interviews" ≠ "promote".

What the hell does Lucas owning a saloon have to do with Nathan not wearing a shirt? These two things have nothing to do with each other.

They're acting like Nathan's going to rip his shirt off and sell himself or go skinny dipping in front of the tourists and not like it's going to be some mundane action.

Personally I'm hoping he wrestles a grizzly bear and uses his shirt as a tourniquet.

Say the people who get in heat over their hoarded stash of photos of a grown man drinking from a china tea cup.

#when calls the heart #wcth #hallmark #fandom drama #hearties #unhinged fans #wcth season 11 #team lucas #team nathan

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asheanon · 7 months

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So, uh... I stated over on the Xitter how I wanted to go on a Dissidia (personal story/fanfic - yes, it includes OCs and original material. This is Ashe writing this, after all) tangent so badly, but hate fighting with text limitations with these sorts of things, so here I am, hopping over to Tumblr to go on said tangent. 🕺

(Tangent placed beneath a cut. Proceed with caution! Maybe.)

⚠️ Disclaimer for those who have played the game: I'm still experiencing the game. I'm not going to know everything. I just can't help but feel the inspiration blaze through me at certain points throughout the Dissidia OO experience, which compels my mind to take off with thoughts galore (whether or not I want it to. I can't control this brain of mine; it's like a wild animal sometimes, trust me!) I am inspired af, but please keep in mind I could be incorrect about certain bits of lore and still have a lot to experience - and I am fully aware of that even in writing this out.

Also, no spoilers. NONE. Furnish me with the informations only if I ask. If I'm wrong about something, I promise I'll concede that when I later find out about it. For now, this is just me having fun. Let me have fun. I'm just getting all these thoughts out of my head before they drive me crazy...! Hahaha!

Anyway, sorry. That disclaimer may or may not be longer than the tangent itself. Onto the actual tangent!

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So...! 🤔 Given how there's a tiny bit of "wibbly wobbly timey whimey" stuff going on with how characters are brought in, if you will, I can't help but to think about some wacky situations that may make for some neat story potential…

I'm going to start with the more "conservative" thoughts. Thoughts on characters from the same world being pulled in from different parts of their own respective timeline, so you have different sections of experiences and memories to play with.

Particularly (spoilers): Sal experienced the deaths of some particular characters who are not only alive, but they were brought in from a time where they had not died. She has a lot of memories about them that they have yet to experience.

When all of this is over, she's going to return to a world where they're no longer alive. And she has that good ol' fun time looming over her. : )

Which, as tragic as that is, I do dig that kind of narrative - I mean, to boot: I dig it, but I started realizing that it was one I'd worked with before, even... it was one she experienced in The Anomaly (FFVII x Original fanfic.) Of course, the moment I realized that, I was like "how original, Ashe. Good. Guess we'll do this song and dance again because you can't resist it, clearly." Haha!

BUT... it was then that I had the less "conservative" thoughts... Namely: since all this "wibbly wobbly timey whimey" stuff is happening anyway, what if... I didn't just inject Starlight (FFIX x Original) material in this, but also injected The Anomaly material? What if both of those stories were allowed some agency in this?

And by extension, what if the Sal (the Sal, you read that correctly) that is brought in has only experienced one of those stories (Starlight, because I'm biased at this time) while the characters from the other story (The Anomaly) experienced a different version of her than what is present? They met her (some rendition of her.) She never met them (that version of her never did.)

Again, reminder: Sal is a world hopper. For her to be part of any given FF world in this type of FF scenario is really just a matter of chance. Technically speaking, she has experienced at least two of those worlds - in different timelines, but given that there is only one Sal present... I was utterly delighted by the oddity of just picking one rendition of her to have amidst the wild and random chance that the renditions of the FFIX and FFVII worlds/characters have characters that both experienced her and didn't.

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It's so weird and self indulgent on my part, I know. I get it. (It's also my own little Dissidia-esque excuse for being able to include some FFVII OCs and story beats from various perspectives, haha!) I literally cannot resist thinking about it in all of its weird and self indulgent glory, though. I cannot be stopped. 🥴

Even if I don't use the idea, I'm still going to think about it, you know? And talk about it too, apparently. Haha!

All of that being said, though, I have entertained the thought of Sal's actual "world" (the original one - not just her inclusion in fanfics) being included in Dissidia as well. This would include characters like Nat, Tsuniah and, well, Vance. This guy.

I'd talk more about what makes the inclusion of Vance and different timelines + funky memory loss stuff going on especially fascinating (to me) here, but it really... wouldn't make sense to the rest of you. It's all original stuff; story I know and have yet to tell the rest of the world, so... yeah. 🥲 But there's potential in that too that I'd love to play around with!

In that respect, between the Dissidia shenanigans and Fall To The Moon ones, should I ever actually manage to write out some story stuff for them, I may yet instill some intrigue in regards to who he is along with these other OCs of mine. Create my own Dissidia effect - basically, compel people to want to get to know them outside of AUs and fanfics (because Dissidia OO makes me want to get to know characters I have yet to get to know, let me tell you. Haha!)

Anyway... Lawdy, I'd say that's a good ol' tangent right there. That'll do it, for now. To anyone and everyone who stopped by to read this... madness... thank you. I hope it was entertaining, otherwise, sorry I wasted your time...! 😅

Until next time.

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-Moonwalks back into The Twilight Zone.-

#and now for something completely different 🏃‍♂️#🌠 Ashe Anon | Dissidia AU 💎#midnight musings 🌃#Sal 🌌🎹#filling the void 🌌#with #a wild tangent #of the Dissidia OO-inspired variety #sorry for the insanity #you're also welcome for the insanity #whichever applies #🕺#🐌📖

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bro u try so hard to be woke on ur dni list when u can’t admit that ur still feeding into rape culture so it does have harm to innocent ppl go read a artical ffs☠️ certified therapists will tell u that cnc isn’t healthy its natural to develop the kink after being SA’d but it ain’t gonna help u in the long term i’ve got hella friends who r SA victims too and they agree that ur whole blog is messed up keep giving predators what they want tho you’ll get karma eventually🥱

well since you told me to go read an article, how about you do so as well and unlike your bullshit which is you putting your trauma on to everyone else and basically traumatizing them all over again, these were written by actual psychologists and therapists which you are not:

This article from Psychology Today by Dr. David J. Ley, a clinical psychologist is a very fascinating read and he an actual psychologist states: "Done with consent, self-awareness, negotiation, and communication, it appears that integrating consensual non-consent practices into sexual behaviors can be a healthy and fulfilling aspect of sexuality for some people, allowing them to expand their sexual boundaries."

what were you saying now about certified therapists thinking its unhealthy?

This article from Modern Intimacy is by Dr. Kate Balestrieri who is a liscensed psychologist and sex therapist who states:

"Some survivors enjoy CNC kink, because the consensual piece of it gives them a sense of control that they did not have during a previous assault. Others do not wish to engage in this form of sex. There is no right or wrong, and both can be healthy approaches to sex after sexual assault."

"There’s nothing wrong with you if you enjoy CNC kink in your intimate life. Transparency, boundaries, communication and after care (with debriefing) help to ensure a safe and erotic scene. "

so basically you've gone out of your way to bully and shame me for something that actual psychologists think is healthy because you don't. because you think it's going to give predators what they want? predators have existed long before i was SA'd, they exist right now and they will most likely continue to exist for an unnecessarily long period of time and i can assure you, most of those predators were not influenced by any sort of cnc kink but instead by misogyny, violence and a sick sense of entitlement to the bodies of women and girls.

by saying that i'm encouraging predators, you are blaming me, a victim of SA, for coping in the way that i think is best for me to deal with what was done to me. would you rather me be like you? a hateful bully who goes around wishing people get doxxed and wishing that they kill themselves? i'm not doing anyone anything by having a cnc kink but you and your approach is incredibly harmful especially if you don't know what the people you're targeting are going through.

in fact what i have done is tried my very best to make here a safe space for all surviovors to healthily engage if they so desire in a kink that will help them cope with their trauma and you are violating that safe space because you don't agree with it. you are incredibly entitled because you have not only invalidated my trauma and my coping but also centered yourself and your experience in it.

the reality is as women we all know SA victims, most of us have been SA victims, as much as i hate to say it, most of us will experience it at some point within our lifetime. we are all coping in different ways with the trauma we have. some of us are hypersexual, some of us are sex averse, some use cnc and other kinks, others choose not to. none of us are better victims or surviors. none of us have superior methods of coping. none of us have healed better than the others. we are all just trying to do the best we can and you should respect that.

also i'm blocking you now. i'm not gonna continue to let you mess with my mental health. i really do hope you heal though and that you can learn to respect other people and their personal decisions.

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youdontjustgiveup · 6 months

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August: Chapter 3

( ao3 | ff )

Previous Chapters: [link]

Summary: Blair's emotional confrontation with Chuck exposes their mutual vulnerabilities, strengthening their bond as they navigate their inner struggles. Upon returning to the party, they encounter Nate, who seeks forgiveness in his drunken state. A shared moment is later interrupted by Serena's tears.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

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The moonlight gently bathed the figure beside her, revealing the familiar contours of the face that had occupied her thoughts for longer than she cared to admit. Chuck stood there, his trademark suave demeanor masking something she couldn’t quite decipher. His eyes, usually shrouded in mystery, held an intriguing spark. The wind ruffled his hair, giving him an almost unreal appearance, as if he embodied the essence of the night itself.

Blair tensed. It was infuriatingly absurd how he always seemed to just sense when she needed him the most. It was terrifying, the way he could read her mind so effortlessly, remembering every detail while the person who was supposed to so often forgot. It was as if he held a key to the depths of her being, a fact that simultaneously drew her closer and pushed her away.

She had yearned for him to answer her call so intensely that now, with him there, the weight of it began to overwhelm her. His presence, a consistent source of comfort, now seemed like too much, too soon. The air grew stifling, suffocating her. Once again, her desires battled with the stark reality she faced.

Yet, her reluctance to let him go propelled her into action. True to her nature, she resorted to what she knew best.

“Came to gloat?”

“What would I possibly gloat about, Blair?”

Images of Georgina flashed before her, overwhelming in their own right. Her fingers clenched at the fabric of her dress as everything spiraled out of control.

“Surely you and your friend already had a few laughs about what an idiot I am.”

Chuck joined her, leaning in to meet her gaze. “Drop the attitude.”

“What’s the matter? Weren’t you having an absolutely delightful time in each other’s company?” she pushed, her frustration increasing.

Chuck’s lips tightened, a hint of annoyance flashing across his features. “Well, it’s not every day that I’m handed such prime material for my entertainment.”

“I’m glad my life’s a source of amusement for you.”

“Perhaps if you stopped wallowing in self-pity and actually did something, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Blair’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly, a sharp pang slicing through her chest. There was no one else to blame but herself. It was she who persistently pushed against an unyielding barrier that mocked her efforts. Time and time again.

“Oh, like you? With your oh-so-predictable cycle of one-night stands and shallow escapades?” her words grew sharper, “Letting Georgina Sparks parade you around like you are her fucking trophy?”

“That’s rich,” Chuck paused, his tone cutting. Then, he straightened himself. “Is it better to pine after your childhood sweetheart who couldn’t care less? How does it feel to try and try and never quite become Serena van der Woodsen?”

Blair’s breath caught. “I can't believe you actually said that.”

“At least I don't need to pretend I have it all together.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why did you show up here?”

In an effort to ease the tension between them, Chuck offered, “Never one to miss an opportunity to help a lady in distress.”

“It appears we have different interpretations of the word help.”

“You know why I’m here. What this place signifies.” Chuck’s hand extended toward hers, but Blair’s swift gesture brushed it aside.

“Ah. Did daddy call you and say something that upset you?” She was playing with fire, but she couldn’t care less. They were engaged in their own game, one in which they excelled. If Blair was hurting, she intended for Chuck to feel the sting too. “Oh, no, no. Don’t tell me our dearest Georgie has broken your heart.”

“Blair.”

“You and I both know you don’t have one,” her words dripped with venom, the final blow, an unfair but instinctual response. She lashed out and he absorbed it as he always did, like a sponge.

“True.” Chuck’s gaze lowered, a mirthless smile gracing his lips.

Triumph. So, why didn’t it feel like one? The ocean hushed its crashing waves, as if in response. Blair restrained her impulse to reach for the bottle; her hand suspended mid-air.

Inflicting pain had become second nature, a defense mechanism–much like it had for him. Sometimes the recipients were one another, but more often than not, they aimed at those beyond their complex orbit. It was always about securing a victory. By exposing others’ weaknesses, they diverted from their own imperfections. Yet, unveiling Chuck’s felt akin to staring into a mirror.

“Forever destined for the role of second best, always falling short. That’s our story,” Blair’s voice rose above the ocean.

“You believe I’m unaware of that?”

“We can’t break free, Chuck.”

“We’ve never truly tried.”

“Because we don’t want to.”

The truth in her words hit her chest like a truck. When was enough truly enough? Could she be able to break free? She wasn’t certain she wanted to. This was undoubtedly another stone strewn in her path. One that had started to rest heavily upon her heart. Yet, a stone nonetheless. Her stomach churned, and nerves prickled in her hands and feet. Her path had been meticulously designed for her, and she didn’t know how to exist as anyone other than the pristine, perfect Blair Waldorf. Nate Archibald’s girlfriend Blair Waldorf. The queen of the Upper East Side. She was not sure that Blair Waldorf could be anyone else.

The idea of leaping into the unknown was daunting.

Chuck’s hand smoothly reached for the bottle, his arm gliding over her middle, and Blair furrowed her brow.

“You don’t drink this.”

“If it’s fit for drinking, consider me on board.” Chuck took a sip and grimaced. “It’s hideous. How can you stomach this bubbly shit all the time?”

Blair chuckled, a genuine sound punctuating the air for the first time that night. His reaction was utterly priceless, and she couldn’t help herself.

“See, I told you.”

“I might need to initiate you into the art of drinking.”

“Slumping on the pavement every four out of five days isn’t exactly charming, you know?” Blair’s lips curved wryly. “I have a certain image to uphold.”

“At least when I pass out, it’s usually because of something worth it. Not due to a single sip of…” Chuck gestured dismissively at the bottle in his hand. “This.”

“Shut up,” her words carried on a backdrop of laughter.

Chuck repositioned the champagne bottle to his side, just beyond her reach.

“Your dress is all wrinkled. I don’t know if your reputation could survive that either.”

She playfully smacked his arm.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

A vibrant display of colors and a cacophony of sounds illuminated the distant sky. The sibilant tail of a firework rocket burst forth, creating a breathtaking fusion of reds and blues. Chuck shifted slightly, and soon found himself pressed against her side, shoulder to shoulder. His gaze was fixed with intensity on the dazzling fireworks. Just before the next explosion lit up the sky, she nestled herself even closer to him.

In this moment, right here, with him by her side, she wanted to forget that Nate Archibald even existed.

“That was part of Nate’s surprise,” Chuck pointed out.

“I don’t care.”

“Did he actually show it to you?”

“He did.”

“And?”

“Ask him.”

“I’m asking you.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” Blair attempted again, her plea softer this time, “Please, just drop it.”

“Did you like it?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Tell me, did you?”

“I did.”

“Good.” He grinned, that classic smirk of his stretching across his face.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe just a bit, Waldorf. But not for the reasons you think.” He was unable to look into her eyes. “We really should leave. Nate must be worried.”

“I don’t care,” she repeated, “Just a little longer.”

Blair leaned her head on his shoulder, preventing any possible movement on his part. In the midst of it all, time seemed to suspend, enveloping them in its quietness. The outside world faded into insignificance behind them.

“You are a really good friend. Do you know that?” Blair mused.

“Is it now your turn to smear my reputation?” Chuck deflected the compliment, his usual composure faltering slightly.

“Oh, come off it. It’s not like your reputation needs my touch to reach new lows. You’ve managed just fine on your own,” Blair countered with a playful smirk.

“I adore your unwavering commitment to make a guy feel accomplished. But let’s not forget, it takes a certain level of skill to maintain such lows. One I’ve refined with extreme dedication.”

“You can fool the whole world, Bass. But not me, never me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Chuck replied, a hint of sentimentality in his eyes.

The gentle caress of the summer shifted abruptly, transforming into a gust of wind that carried both comfort to her heavy mind and a brisk chill. Blair’s involuntary shiver prompted Chuck from his spot beside her, breaking the tender contact they shared. His warmth lingered on her skin.

“Come on. Let’s go back.” Chuck extended his hand to help her up.

With her heels gathered in one hand and the champagne bottle left to face its uncertain fate, she reached out to him, grasping his hand. As their fingers entwined, the rush of warmth flooded back once more, a stark contrast to the cooling breeze that now surrounded them. Chuck’s pull, stronger than anticipated, caused her to lose her balance, making her heart race. In a reflexive move, his arm slid around her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies were pressed together. His gaze, intense and unyielding, stole the words from her lips, leaving her momentarily breathless.

The heels slipped from her grasp, descending into the sand beneath. Blair couldn’t move. The intimacy of the moment lingered before he reluctantly broke their connection, his gaze falling to the ground.

In that suspended instance, the tether that bound them seemed to fade, like the receding tide. As he handed her shoes back to her, their fingers brushed in a fleeting touch that sent an electric pulse through her. A whirl of dizziness swirled in her mind, and she was absolutely certain that it wasn’t due to the three sips of champagne she’d indulged in.

Perhaps Blair wasn’t ready to leap into the unknown, but she was willing to step forward, even if cautiously, from a shallow shoreline, making sure to shield herself as much as possible.

The music’s intensity grew with each step, an increasing gap opening up between them as they neared the beach house. Chuck kept his gaze fixed ahead, avoiding eye contact with her. Approaching the back porch, the figure waiting there became clear—Nate. Blair exhaled a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding, silently thankful that, at the very least, Nate wasn’t following Serena like a lost puppy.

Nate, bottle in hand, looked worse than before. His clothes were disheveled, his hair an unruly mess, jutting out in all directions. He couldn’t seem to stop rubbing his eyes.

As they entered his limited line of sight, he staggered to his feet, veering to one side. His lack of control nearly sent his handsome face crashing to the floor, but Chuck moved swiftly, steadying him by the arm. Chuck knew the drill, having dealt with this situation countless times. In truth, all four of them were very well versed in handling such scenarios. When it wasn’t Chuck, it was Nate, and when it wasn’t Nate, it was Serena—sometimes even two of them at once. Blair, however, could count on one hand the number of times she’d surrendered to the allure of alcohol, relinquishing her grasp on control and consciousness.

The music grew deafening, making it impossible to discern what Chuck was saying to Nate at Blair’s distance.

Nate’s head swayed from side to side, and Blair moved closer to the two of them. His piercing blue eyes were glassy as he tried to make sense of his surroundings, reaching out to steady himself on Chuck’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Chuck turned to her.

Blair’s brow furrowed. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The bottle, Blair.” Chuck signaled toward the floor, which was now adorned with scattered crystals and spilled liquid.

“I think…” Blair hesitated, careful not to shift her bare feet from their spot. “I think I’m all right.”

“Put your heels on. Please. I’m not going to take you to the hospital for a tetanus shot,” he tried to lighten the mood.

Carefully, she slipped on her heels, wincing as she felt the crunch of broken glass beneath her now-covered feet.

“Blair. I’m…” Nate looked at her, his expression apologetic.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Then, he seemed to realize something. “Wait. You… Chuck… Where were…”

“We were looking for you. We were worried,” Chuck responded quickly. Searching for Nate had been the last thing on Blair’s mind, nor checking on him. Nate’s condition stirred a twinge of guilt within her.

“Ah…”

The three of them stood there, unsure of how to proceed. Something had shifted that night, though Blair couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“I don’t want anything to change between us,” Nate said, managing to form more than three coherent words. “I’m really sorry.” His apologies, slurred and insincere, continued, and Blair wasn’t sure she could stand one more minute of it.

Chuck’s discomfort and desire to escape emanated from every pore of his being.

Blair pinched the bridge of her nose and forced a smile before responding, “Everything is fine between us, I swear.” Lies. “Nothing is going to change,” she said slowly, as if speaking to a toddler.

“I love you,” Blair concluded, prompting an eye roll from Chuck. Nevertheless, he maintained his composure, revealing nothing of his thoughts. It was what Nate needed, what he wanted. And Blair delivered, as she always did. “Let’s get you to bed.”

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Blair closed the door to Nate’s room behind her. With Chuck’s help, they had managed to escort Nate upstairs without drawing much attention from the other guests. Blair had reclaimed the commanding demeanor she had largely been missing throughout the night and had swiftly taken charge. There had been enough of her misery on display that night, and she had no intention of revealing more.

Chuck waited for her in the hallway, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his linen pants.

“You have a way of handling chaos, Blair. It’s quite impressive,” Chuck tried to fill the silence, a hint of genuine admiration in his words. “Everything good in there?”

Blair’s lips curled into a sardonic smile as they walked side by side toward their respective rooms. “As good as he can be, given that he’s managed to drain eighty percent of the poison you brought. Let’s just say he’s not on the brink of death tonight,” her voice oozed with exasperation. “But tomorrow he will be.”

“Poor Nathaniel.”

Blair shot him a sharp look, her patience waning. “Yeah, poor him,” she retorted, her sarcasm now fully on display. The guilt that had initially plagued her was slowly fading away, replaced by a growing desire to forget the night entirely. It had promised so much, yet delivered so little.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Chuck offered, his tone slightly softer.

“Don’t be too soft on him,” she shot back, her frustration palpable. “He completely ruined my night,” she added, as if throwing a temper tantrum. Chuck couldn’t help but smile in response.

When they reached Chuck’s room, Blair hesitated for a moment before deciding not to move towards her own. Chuck leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed, showing no intention of leaving his spot either.

“You know, despite the chaos, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

Her earlier exasperation gave way to a faint blush, and she met his gaze. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Bass.”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent shivers down her spine. “I wasn’t trying to get anywhere, Waldorf. Just stating the obvious.”

Before she could reply, a guttural sob a few doors away interrupted them. Serena’s room.

“Seems like the night will never end.” Blair said, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

“It only took Humphrey three hours to make her cry this time. What a class act,” Chuck remarked.

"She needs to dump him."

"It's easier said than done, right?" He raised an eyebrow.

Ignoring him, Blair sighed and bid her goodbyes, leaving Chuck behind to see what that mediocre inconsequential character had done to her best friend.

To no one’s surprise, her night wasn’t the only one that had turned out miserable. Blair was going to annihilate Humphrey. Kill him and leave nothing to the wolves to feast on. Even though she selfishly wanted to take advantage of his presence, nothing was worth the damage Serena’s heart endured every time they were together. Serena inexplicably loved him, while he simply aimed to change her into a completely different person.

Blair peeked her head through the door and found her friend lying in bed, curled up in a ball. Her sobs had grown softer, and in that moment, Blair ceased to think about Nate’s feelings for Serena or her perpetual position as the second-best. She loved Serena, and she needed her to be okay. If Serena, the usually happiest and most carefree person in all of Manhattan, had been reduced to this state, it cast a shadow of despair over everyone else’s chances. “That bad?” asked Blair, her hand tenderly resting on Serena’s back.

“He doesn’t like me, B,” Serena hiccupped.

Blair held her tongue; her friend didn’t need further beating, so she allowed her to continue.

“He thinks he does, but deep down, he doesn’t. I’ll never fit into his mold, no matter how hard I try,” Serena confessed, her voice heavy with sadness. “I never asked to be part of this world, but here I am, trapped in it. I used to go with the flow, wherever life took me.” She paused, her eyes reflecting a sense of weariness. “But the alcohol, the drugs, the constant betrayals… that wasn’t me. It was a futile attempt to make some noise. I’ve tried to start over, for him, but the past clings to me like a shadow, and he just resents me for it. I don’t know what else to do.”

With a deep sigh, Serena slumped her shoulders, burdened by the weight of her confession. “Why is it so difficult? Being who we are?” Serena then turned to Blair with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “I can’t help but wonder if it’s worth it.”

“Why do you say that?” Blair inquired.

“Because you’re here. The three of you, and you will always be my friends,” Serena admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “I love you, and I love this world because you’re in it.” Serena managed a weak smile. “Plus, it does have its perks.”

Blair returned the smile, her understanding shining through. “Don’t I know it.”

Overwhelmed by her feelings, Serena enveloped her friend in a tight, affectionate hug. Blair, taken by surprise, returned the embrace just as intensely.

Blair spoke softly, her voice filled with comfort, “Serena, there is nothing wrong with who you are. Fuck whoever thinks otherwise.”

Serena, tears still in her eyes but with a small smile, whispered, “Thank you, B. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The two friends held onto each other, finding solace in the strength of their friendship amidst the chaos of their lives.

#gossip girl #gossip girl fanfiction #chuck x blair #chuck bass #blair waldorf #chair #chair fanfiction #chuck x blair fanfiction #fics #*#i think this is one of my favorites

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daja-the-hypnokitten · 1 year

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Jukebox reviews part 28! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

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