#his love too and still struggles with actually opening up his heart and being vulnerable with others--

[dent-de-leon]

Do not think I'll get over the fact that Molly encourages the idea that he's always had a string of lovers, lets people believe he goes off with someone new or visits brothels every night, and the whole thing is just...just because he doesn't want anyone to find out he's got this bleeding heart.

That his "choir practice" is him risking his life to save some strangers he's never met. That he's this compassionate, fiercely loyal protector who believes, "The truth is...How do I put this...the world is harsh and cruel, and I don't seem to be able to just walk on by."

That he has this reputation for being a shameless flirt with countless partners, and just...as far as we know, he only ever had one relationship. And after she died, he carried her cards and wore her coat every day, kept her close to his heart and never said a word about it. Not until he admits to Yasha that he's lonely, that he wishes he still had someone. The way Molly is grieving and mourning a partner just like Yasha, and no one ever knew.

The way Lucien couldn't believe that Jester found him "dreamy," the way people only ever saw him as a demon and monster for so long. Waking up as Kingsley and still looking for the love he lost. Still falling for Caleb. Tealeaf keeping so much close to the chest, afraid to let himself be too vulnerable. Only ever trusting his heart with a few. Wanting so badly to be good, to be loved, to be whole. Worshipping the goddess of love herself. Writing down, "Love. It binds us. It frees us. What more needs be said?"

#laying on the floor. head in my hands #every instance of the nein joking about molly running off with someone or locking fjord out of their room at night is just... #it gets so sad and depressing with the background that molly is a direct parallel to yasha being a grieving widow. how molly lost #his love too and still struggles with actually opening up his heart and being vulnerable with others-- #mollymauk my beloved #believing the nein would leave him as soon as they found out about lucien-- #molly always running and trying so hard to seem so worldly and experienced. terrified of anyone finding out that the world is still so #New to him. that hes only had a few short years to try and fill the clawing emptiness #I don't know...I really think molly didnt have anyone but lestera before #and it makes the fact that he still feels for her and caleb as kingsley all the more heartbreaking

[smoochhyuka]

What about bf!anton with a loud s/o hes so soft spoken how would he be

Such a cute idea! I am a little bit of a loud person myself, so this is quite self-indulgent, haha.

Anton with a loud s/o

You compliment each other perfectly.

○o。content warnings! SFW, gn!reader, established relationship, mention of alcohol, reader is described as loud, talkative, earnest, free-spirited and a little crazy/quirky, edited for spelling

You both struggle with volume, you're just on the polar opposites of the spectrum. Therefore, you can relate to each other well, always being told you're too quiet/loud, being criticized for your voices, or being teased about it.

Still, it might seem odd that someone as gentle and introverted as Anton would date someone as loud and chaotic as you, but you compliment each other perfectly.

He loves how enthusiastic you are, even about the littlest things, although you often startle him with your sudden outbursts.

"ANTON, look at that cute squirrel over there!" you squeal, tugging at his hand. Your boyfriend, clutching his heart with the other, breathes out heavily. He opens his eyes again after the initial shock, missing the squirrel. (the drama)

You never fail to hype him up. If he shows you something, whether it be a new song, something he decorated or his new muscle growth -- you're not afraid to praise him to the heavens and back. At first, he's shy about it, but later on in the relationship he'll take the praise, he might even make a few snarky remarks.

Since you're so honest about your feelings and thoughts, Anton also feels comfortable speaking a lot more openly about them around others, knowing it's okay to show vulnerability.

Thinks it's cute when you're acting a little crazy, dancing around the house or yapping until his ears bleed. He's seriously memorized by you, he's never bored. Sometimes he'll just sit on the sofa, cuddling a pillow or a plushie, and watch you/listen to you with a big grin on his face.

You always throw in a few compliments or confessions too, just so casually, it always makes his heart pound.

Your laugh is funnier than the joke itself. It's insane sounding, and he's living for it, always recording you when you're in a fit of laughter. Every time he misses you on tour, or if he's low on energy, he will just listen to these recordings.

Speaking of laughing, you two always have something to at least giggle about. Every week, you have a new running gag, meme or catchphrase you two repeat until everyone is sick of you two.

Around you, he feels so alive, you encourage him so much to step out of his comfort zone. He gets embarrassed easily, but when you're around, all shame leaves his body. Because you won't judge him, and everyone who does gets shut down by you.

He will match your energy after a few drinks, though, sometimes even surpassing you. You'll run around the streets, blasting music, dancing on park benches until the sun rises.

Naturally, some days he's quieter than the others, and he can always rely on you to make up for it, making sure he's heard. If it's an especially awful day (e.g. he's sick or in a bad mood), he'll just whisper to you what he wants, and you're announcing it to everyone in a 2-mile radius.

You always listen to him. Sometimes, especially in group settings, people tend to just not to hear him and not really care about what he said in the first place, but you always lean in when he says something and ask him to repeat himself if you didn't catch it. And you actually engage with it as well! Or bring it up later in the conversation, if it's relevant.

If you're speaking too loud in a setting where it's inappropriate, he'll grab your hand and squeeze it a few times, or maybe rub your lower back/shoulders if you didn't get the hint. He knows how humiliating it is to get called out publicly, so he'll always try to get you to relax by caressing you first.

He calls you his "little megaphone", my "crazy boy/girl", "professional yapper" or my "background/white noise" (lovingly <3)

As an introvert, he loves to have quiet moments, where he can just engage in some brain-dead activity... "brain-dead activity" = watching trash TV while listening to s/o's commentary. If he ACTUALLY needs some time for himself, he'll go write some music in his studio, knowing you won't join him (you are aware he can't write music while you're spinning around in a chair behind him, talking about lunch).

His social battery doesn't decrease with you. Everyone is surprised when Anton tells them (looking refreshed and energized, mind you) that you two spent the whole weekend together. They can't believe he didn't die from feeling overwhelmed.

He worries so much when you're quiet, or talk a lot more quietly, and he misses your chatter. It's a constant distraction, but in a good way. A vacation kind of distraction. He will talk in your place, filling the silence with random topics, hoping you might get distracted by your issues as well.

You learn to enjoy the quiet moments in life, and he gets more courageous. <3

#commisions open #smoochwrites #anton x reader #anton fluff #anton soft hours #anton soft thoughts #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize soft hours #riize soft thoughts #anton imagines #anton lee

[cebwrites]

since you wanted some uncommon character requests; could i request some sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for penguin x reader and shachi x reader? If they're not too out of the way for you (～￣▽￣)～ I rarely see those two requested for, so I'd love to see you're take on them! [I'd ask off anon but i can't ask from a non-primary blog - I'll be reblogging to @remisloves if you wanted an identity (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)b ]

a/n: surprisingly they aren't around these parts, I've gotten quite a few requests for the boys lol - but since you asked nicely, sure <3 [thank you so much for including your blog too, it feels nice to actually put usernames to people （；´д｀）ゞ]

Relationship Headcanons (Penguin, Shachi)

gn reader, trans penguin, nsfw under the cut self-indulgence unrelated to pen and shach at the end cw; blood, funky OP-verse sex toys word count: 1.1k

Penguin

Penguin was the oldest of the original Heart Pirates quartet, he's always been the oldest even when it was just him and Shachi, before and after the tsunami that left them with Shachi's horrible, horrible relatives

It's made him protective over the people he holds dear, incredibly worrisome even if he tries to hide it, but also surprisingly nurturing for someone who seemingly goofs off as much as his counterpart does

He makes snacks, he checks up on the crew, and has a bad habit of taking too much onto himself, although not nearly as badly as the notorious Heart captain, Penguin still struggles with that "eldest sibling" mentality even if most of the crew is quite a bit older than him; he vehemently denies any teasing you or the crew give him about passing on those traits to Law

When it comes to you, Pen likes to keep a close eye on you even when things are calm and everyone's having fun, not that he doesn't trust you to take care of yourself, but he'd just like to make sure no one's getting hurt or too carried away when his crew mates' usual brand of shenanigans kick into high gear

There's a cute kind of shyness when he opens up to you for the first time; yeah agreeing to being in a relationship is one thing but it's another to actually know the person you love and with Penguin, it's tentative, almost scared, but genuine

He's hesitant to let you come too close at first, become too physical, an insecurity that you do your best to quell but it isn't easy, Pen's become used to protecting himself and his own so much that vulnerability is alien

Being topless with the guys on the Tang's deck, whacking each other on the ass with freshly laundered towels is one thing, but being intimate with his partner in a private room is another entirely

Still, you're patient with him, you don't react poorly when he gets overwhelmed at the protective layers of clothes hitting the floor, you allow him space, and eventually, maybe even agonizingly slowly, he lets you in - starting with a held pinky while Penguin catches his breath with his shirt off, his nerves getting the best of him after getting a little more handsy than usual that day

When the dam finally breaks, when he's comfortable showing himself to you in his entirety, you're surprised at how ravenous Penguin actually is - he's insatiable, betraying the composure he carries himself with throughout the day

In the bedroom, against the wall, in the communal bathroom and over the Tang's railing when everyone's asleep, hell, even in an alleyway once when the both of you had time to kill on a random island while everyone else was getting wasted, he can't keep his hands off you

Penguin loves watching you eat him out, one hand in your hair while the other shakily props himself up, but what he loves more is the view he gets when you're sucking him off

The Grand Line is.... an anomaly, neither you or Pen are here to dispute that - weird as it is, however, it's often resourceful once you can get past the initial recoil; all that to say—Penguin got his hands on seeds that, once "planted" between his vulva, allowed him to temporarily grow a fully functioning phallus

By god, Pen loves the way you look bouncing on it

He digs his nails into your waist, laps up the sweat on your skin, his grip is hard enough to bruise but you're no better, egging him on to take you after you've done such good work prepping his cock, prepping yourself for him

And really how could he say no after all that

Shachi

The MOST live in your hoodies mf to ever; he's clingy, he's affectionate, he mock-whines if you've been apart from him for too long like a pup with separation anxiety

To some degree you both know it's an act he puts on to vie for your attention, but there's also a real part of him that worries if he lets his hold on you slip a little too much, you'll disappear

I like to think Shachi's part fishman too, so there's a quiet part of him that worries his partner would leave if they found out, or couldn't handle the treatment you'd get by proxy of being so close to a fishman, even if he wasn't full-blooded - yet every day you find ways to reassure him that'll never happen

In return, he'll climb to the top of the Tang's mast to yell about how much he loves you and how perfect you are, he's a little obnoxious in the Maes Hughes "look at my adorable family" kind of way but you can forgive the mild embarrassment when he flashes his award-winning smile full of razor-sharp chompers

Shachi takes incredible pride in being the one who takes care of the Heart Pirates' hair, his little summer job on Swallow Island for the few years that he spent as a stylist really did turn into a passion for him, even if his occupation on paper is "pirate", but hey, who's keeping track anyways?

Despite his enthusiasm about most everything else, he's incredibly delicate with you initially, constantly checking in to see if you're alright, making sure boundaries aren't crossed, confirming that you are, in fact, enjoying yourself like the big shell-conchus dweeb he is, Shachi just wants to make sure you're alright

Not that he doesn't still check up on you now, he absolutely does, but now with a decent amount of shared time between you two, he's a lot less jumpy about things, more confident in his stride - or rather stroke, I should say

He's loud, peppers you in kisses all over, hell if other people can hear, Shachi needs you to know that he adores every part of you - it does result in an addition of both of your chores (takes two to tango), so whenever the sub drops anchor the both of you try to sneak off to a love hotel given the option of free roam at least once if possible

Shachi answers to you completely, he marks you up at your command and eases whenever you show the slightest discomfort; still, when you do manage to convince him to let loose, he definitely takes the phrase leaving his mark literally - with those exact teeth

He laps at the wounds he leaves as he makes love to you, smearing crimson and words of praise against your body like hymns of devotion, pulling you impossibly close and sharing your taste when you pull him in for a kiss, still trying to hold back that animal desire

The aftercare is just as tender, just as sweet, but maybe a little awkward the first time around when he has to explain to Law why he's sneaking medical supplies away while you sit in the middle of blood stained sheets like you're the victim of a murder

And a bonus for me since writing this had me thinking about it-

I know Law goes down on their man like a champ; inexperienced initially? Yes, but they learn quickly and spite from being teased is a good motivator as any, plus, pleasing their partner, of course

Kirin's got his dick out? Not a problem, they're making him beg for it, the E, As, and T on their fingers might not see the light for hours, not until they're satisfied with edging Kirin until he cries

The only one who beats them at that is Zoro but realistically, no one's topping the King of Cock, not unless Zoro finds it in his heart to not power-bottom Sanji for the night

#cebafterdark #one piece #penguin x reader #penguin one piece #one piece penguin #penguin x y/n #shachi #shachi x reader #one piece shachi #shachi one piece #lawrin #minor zosan mention #one piece smut

[ahsxual]

So if you're still up for some Matthew Lillard requests I think I have one :)) (Ps, I literally love your writing! It's awesome!)

Could you possibly do Dennis Rafkin x a trans masc reader who is insecure about their body due to dysphoria?

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this! I'm so happy to know that you enjoy my writing, hun🥺 I hope you like this and I apologize if I wasn't very specific about your request, but I tried my best! Ty for requesting 🤗

Pairing: Dennis Rafkin x GN!Reader

You and Dennis have a very close and intimate relationship in every aspect, in which you both understand each other like genuine soulmates. By just a simple glance, you already knew what was going on in each other's minds and what you were feeling inside your big, delicate hearts

Dennis himself has a lot of insecurities, so he completely understands and supports you whenever you feel down because of your appearance insecurities as well

Over time, you realize he's actually a very clingy and attentive boyfriend, always needing your approval, support and care, and he's more than willing to do the same for his lover

"Stop thinking and saying those bad things about yourself, Y/N! It's not true! You're the most amazing and beautiful/handsome human being I've ever laid my eyes upon and I'm so glad that you love me as much as I love you, sweetie." he would say to reassure you while gripping your forearms firmly

"You're so perfect in my eyes, honey... I know this sounds cliche, but I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, because you'd never feel that way about yourself anymore."

You usually cry when you see his tenderness towards you, how caring and affectionate he is with you in those fragile moments. Watching your tears fall from your eyes makes him cry too, as you're both so vulnerable and open with your feelings towards each other

"You helped me see something worthy in myself and it's only my job as your boyfriend to do the same for my sweetheart. I never liked anything about myself before I met you, and I'm so grateful for that... so I won't give up until you see your true worth and your beauty... I promise you, Y/N." he confessed between soft sobs, his lips trembling from how emotional he was feeling in that moment

And he always made you feel better about yourself afterwards, never failing in his reassuring promises to make you love youself more each day

At the beginning of your relationship, he was too scared to touch you and so were you, because you didn't want to hurt him by being the reason of his painful migraines

But as your relationship developed, he began to crave your touch and affection, even if it meant that he had to see some bad visions from your past

Until there was a moment where he already knew all about your past, more specifically your darkest moments, so his visions about your life stopped "hurting" him at certain point only his heart lol

Since then, your relationship had grown stronger, as he knows every insecurity you have and vice-versa. Besides being romantic partners, you are also best friends, which has made everything so much better and natural for you, with no hidden secrets between you

That being said, whenever you're feeling insecure, Dennis tends to hug you and gently kiss every piece of soft skin on your body that you don't like until you're a giggling mess.

Sometimes you even fall asleep in his arms, your last memory being of him kissing you so lovingly and his big hands caressing the part of your body you felt insecure about

If you don't want him to touch you in those vulnerable moments, he'll respect you as he sits by your side while saying the things he loves the most about you and how you don't need to feel insecure about anything, because in his eyes you're perfection

He's so attentive and careful with his words, struggling to think which words and compliments he should say to help you feel better

He gets very nervous and stressed if his praises and loving touches don't soothe you, so most of those times you need to calm him down, even if it was you who felt bad and sensitive in the first place

At the end of the day, with all his efforts to make you feel incredible, you see yourself a little differently, in a positive way for sure, and you feel so much better because of your sweet boyfriend who loves you dearly and would do anything to make you feel happy by his side

#dennis rafkin #dennis rafkin x reader #matthew lillard imagine #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard characters x reader #matthew lillard characters #matthew lillard fluff #dennis rafkin x y/n #13 ghosts #thirteen ghosts #dennis rafkin imagine #dennis rafkin fic #fluff imagine #fic request #13 ghosts movie #matthew lillard actor #matthew lillard fic #matthew lillard fanfic #matthew lillard request #matthew lillard headcanons

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Love Her

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of PTSD, Billy’s abandonment, and his nightmares, couple of swear words, fluffy ending.

Word Count: 3.6k-ish

Summary: From Billy’s POV, he struggles with his own feelings after reader walks out on him. He realizes how he feels after listening to one of her favorite songs.

A/N: This is a side/adjacent/sequel story to Love Me, if you need a refresher or haven’t read it yet, you can read it HERE. This is also part of the Thirsty for Cox server writing challenge for the month of April. The prompt we chose for this month was music. Each of us chose a song to inspire us and the song I chose was The Difference by Matchbox Twenty. Please check out the song, I love it so much and I'm excited to read everyone else's also!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don't be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕💕

After she left your apartment, the cutting words she had uttered hung heavily in the air and it was all you could hear over and over again in your head like a broken record.

“Let me go, Billy.” She had said with hurt and disdain in her voice.

Your calloused hands touched the soft skin of her wrist when you grabbed her to try to prevent her from leaving. You didn’t want her to go, the very thought of her leaving you tore you up inside but you couldn’t say it. The words remained unspoken, locked away where they couldn’t be used against you, or make you weak.

You didn’t want to admit to her that you were broken, you knew you were but how could you tell her that? You imagined her running away anyway if she found out what you had done, the awful things you had done that she didn’t know about. Sometimes you could still see the blood on your hands from Afghanistan and Iraq, to the blood you shed on your own home soil…Arthur, or protection assignments gone awry. No matter how hard you tried, the blood wouldn’t wash off. You washed and scrubbed but your hands were never clean after that. It was all a reminder that you weren’t a good man. At least you didn’t think you were.

You had hoped she never had to see the blood.

There had been a date or two where you had noticed a small spot of blood on the cuff of your shirt while having dinner with her. Was it actually there or were you seeing things again? If the blood was there, did she see it too? Did it scare her? You didn’t know because you didn’t ask her. Why was it so difficult for you to just talk to her about it? You had just started to open up and share more about your past with her when she left, it was the very reason why you didn’t do relationships. If you didn’t form an attachment, if you never let them get close, then they never had a chance to walk away from you.

You were attached to her though, very attached. Maybe you thought if you didn’t verbalize it, your feelings for her would change or go away even though you didn’t want them to. And it wasn’t as if she didn’t know you were a combat veteran, a scout sniper, or that you had more than one form of PTSD between fighting overseas, being abandoned at a very young age and growing up in the Ray of Hope group home. You never gave her too many details though.

You never told her about the constant nightmares you suffered from, the nightmares that would wake you in the middle of the night while she was sleeping next to you. They triggered you to frantically leave the bedroom so she wouldn't see the sweat dripping down your temples, feel your heart beating rapidly against her body, or notice your trembling hands.

You didn’t want her to see how scared you were. You’re a marine, you’re not supposed to get scared, especially not in front of her. You were the strong one and couldn’t let her see you that vulnerable, that afraid. And afraid of what? There wasn’t anything there!

The sad thing was, you knew she would be there for you, be there to comfort you, talk you through the nightmares, and tell you it will be alright but you didn’t let her. “No attachments soldier, they’re a weakness!” Those words echoed in your head and had always stopped you from forming any meaningful relationships.

But what if you wanted a weakness? What if you wanted to finally be in love…with her.

She loved you, with her whole heart. You could feel it, she didn’t hide it even though she never said those three words. The only reason she didn’t say them was because you never did. She didn’t know how you felt about her so she kept it all inside, hoping one day you would tell her and she could finally say it back.

“I love you.”

You imagined her saying those words, hearing the tone of her voice as she did, but when she asked you how you felt about her, your whole body seized and you couldn’t do it. All you managed to say was “I wish I could love you, I know you’re good for me, but I can’t.”

And that’s when you lost her. That was when it all fell apart. She walked out of your apartment never turning back, no matter how much you willed her to come back or tried to force yourself to chase after her, you were frozen. The heart you spent so many years building an impenetrable shield around, was broken and she was the only one who could fix it.

After she left, you couldn’t look at anything in your apartment without thinking of her, picturing her beside you on the couch, seeing her beautiful smiling face in the kitchen making popcorn or getting a beer from the fridge. Her face was everywhere, even in your dreams. It was even difficult for you to just be at home without her there.

Your arm stretched over to the other side of the bed, it was empty but you remembered her being asleep next to you. You didn’t sleep very well, so watching her sleep was comforting, it put you at ease to watch her chest rise and fall gently with each inhale and exhale, moving a stray hair away from her face so you could see her better, while she lovingly whispered your name in her sleep…”Billy.” You missed the sound of her voice.

You missed…her. The dull ache in your chest was always there. Ever since she walked out, the pain had been there, it stayed with you like an invisible wound that wouldn’t heal. You, Billy Russo, were in love with her and that all came to a head one night while listening to one of her playlists.

With the steam from the shower enveloping you and the hot water forcefully hitting your skin, you glanced at the caddy attached to the wall. Inside, there was a bottle of vanilla lavender body wash she had left behind. Picking up the bottle, you popped the top open, placed it underneath your nose, closed your eyes and inhaled the scent.

A flood of memories came back, they invaded your mind like an army invading an enemy camp, and it had you in a stronghold with no hope of escaping. Suddenly she was right in front of you, her beautiful face smiling at you, and you could almost hear her infectious laugh. Not wanting the image of her to disappear, you kept your eyes closed while the song started to play.

She loved to listen to (and sing along to) music while taking a shower, maybe it would make you feel better listening to a song she loved. A slight smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, this was one of her favorites.

Slow dancing

On the boulevard

In the quiet moments

While the city's still dark

Sleepwalking through the summer rain

In the tired spaces

You could hear her name

Your chest began to ache again. The lyrics jabbed at you, each word cutting deeper than the one before. “You could hear her name”

And you said her name out loud for the first time in a while. “Y/n.”

A song has never affected you this way before, you knew it was one of her favorites but never really listened to the lyrics until now.

When she was warm and tender and you

Held her arms around you

There was nothing but her

Love and affection she was

Crazy for you now she's

Part of something that you lost

And for all you know

This could be

The difference between what you need

And what you want to be

The words slipped into your heart like a piece of broken glass, all she had wanted was for you to tell her she meant something to you, that she wasn’t just a piece of ass or another pretty face like the others had been.

“Do you care about me at all, Billy?” She had asked, her eyes welled up with tears.

All you had to do was say yes but you couldn’t do it.

With each lyric, the imaginary glass buried itself deeper and deeper into your heart.

Night swimming

In her diamond dress

Making small circles

Move across the surface

Stand watching

From the steady shore

Feeling wide open

And waiting for

Something warm and tender now she's

Moving further from you

There was nothing that could

Make it easy on you

Every step you take reminds you

That she's walking on

It felt like that glass was cutting your heart up into little ribbons and by the time it was done, there would be nothing left unless you stopped it, unless you went to her to tell her you how you feel about her.

You wanted to tell her you love the way she makes you laugh, that the little nose scrunch she does when she laughs is one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen, that you smile every time you get a text from her, and that from the first time you ever kissed her, it was a sensation that you’ve never experienced before, a feeling you’ve been avoiding for your entire life…love.

You…love her.

Every word you never said

Echoes down your empty hallway

Everything that was your world

Just came down

Those lyrics broke you, suddenly it was hard to breathe and you had to brace yourself against the shower wall. It felt like you had been kicked in the stomach and you were left gasping for air. She WAS your world, and even though you had only recently started opening up to her, it felt easy and safe.

And for all you know

This could be

The difference between what you need

And what you want to be

As the song finished, you came to the realization just how important she was to you, that you loved her and she needed to know it. Now you just had to figure out how to get her to listen to what you had to say.

**********

Frank had told you on more than one occasion since she left that you looked like shit. He wasn’t wrong but he also asked you what you wanted.

“You love her, yeah? Do you want her back because it seems like you do, Bill.”

The lyrics came flooding back from the previous night “The difference between what you need…And what you want to be.”

Of course he was right, you wanted her back. “I—I do love her, I’m just not sure she’ll take me back, Frankie.” You told him.

“How do you know that?” He had asked.

“I couldn’t tell her—She asked me and I couldn’t tell her how I feel about her.” You said.

Frank narrowed his eyes at you. “Listen Bill, this is something I’ve never seen before with you. You’re…happy and I like seein’ ya that way. So go home and think about how to tell her, yeah? Just figure it out, I’m tired of lookin’ at your sad, tired mug. Ya hear me?”

Maybe Frankie should write a book. Just Figure it Out -- A self-help book by Frank Castle. Comes with a free punch to the face if you deserve it and you definitely deserved one. He should have just said what he really wanted to say, “STOP BEING STUPID, BILL!” That was Frankie’s idea of a “pep talk.”

You heard him loud and clear but you still didn’t know how you were going to do it. It was incredibly difficult for you to jump without a safety net, to be susceptible to feelings you never allowed yourself to feel before but you had to figure something out, otherwise you would lose her…forever.

Your security team had been following her for about three weeks. It was just a way for you to keep an eye on her, to keep her safe and a small gesture to show that you care about what happens to her, she knew you never liked the idea of her walking alone. And she didn’t seem to mind, she never told them to leave.

Maybe some flowers would also help your cause.

Walking in the rain with a vase full of lilies in one hand and an umbrella in the other, you arrived at her building. The downstairs neighbor recognized you and let you in. You knew she would be home soon so you placed the flowers in front of her door and waited at the other end of the hallway, around the corner until she went inside. You were hoping she would at least bring them inside and not leave them to wilt in front of her door.

Hearing the “ding” from the elevator, the doors opened up and she stepped out looking just as beautiful as the last time you saw her, hair a little damp from the cool rain outside and she brushed the tiny droplets of water off of her jacket. She stopped briefly before reaching the door, the flowers caught her off guard a little before she picked them up and brought them inside.

Before making your way back down the hallway to her door, you tried calling her. You had borrowed Frankie’s phone in case she saw your number and didn’t want to pick up. It rang a couple of times and went to voice mail, you tried two more times with no success. The fourth time, she finally picked up.

“What?!!!” She yelled.

“Don’t hang up, sweet girl.” You said. “I borrowed Frankie’s phone.”

She had an angry snap to her voice. “Why are you calling me, Billy? I don’t wanna do this, ok?” She was so mad, she was practically shouting into the phone.

You pleaded with her. “I wanna talk to you, y/n.” You started to walk down the hallway and stopped in front of her door.

“Yeah well what the fuck do you wanna talk about?!” She snapped again.

There were so many things you wanted to tell her. Like you love the way she gently scrapes your scalp and messes with your hair when you’re watching tv, you miss the way she makes your t-shirts smell of vanilla and lavender after her shower. The way she looks at you when she asks you to read to her because she loves the sound of your voice so much, or the fact that she loved the little things you did for her like bringing her coffee in bed, soup when she didn’t feel well, or covering her with a blanket when she falls asleep on the couch.

She always asked how your day was and actually listened, never looking at her phone or the tv but really listened to you because she knew you loved your job, you loved creating something you believed in. Seeing you happy, made her happy.

You wanted to tell her about Afghanistan, Iraq, Arthur, the nightmares…all of it. She had even reassured you. “When you’re ready, Billy. I’ll never ever pressure you. You can trust me.” She told you with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. And she never did, she listened intently when you did actually want to talk and after you were finished, she’d always say the same thing “I’m so happy you told me.”

You could see it in her eyes that she meant it, she meant every word.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale before knocking on her door, the phone still pressed to your ear.

She heard the knocks and said. “Ah shit! Someone’s at the door, hold on.”

The door flung open, the phone was still pressed to her ear also, and you could almost see her heart jump into her throat. She was very surprised to see you standing in front of her.

The words just seemed to fall out of your mouth. “I wanna talk about how much I love you.”

You dropped the phone to your side and waited in agony for her response. You almost expected her to push you out, slam the door in your face and tell you she never wants to see you again.

Instead, with tears in her eyes and a hitch in her voice, she said. “I’m listening.”

“Can I come in?” You asked, sheepishly.

She motioned for you to come in and closed the door behind you. Folding her arms across her chest and narrowing her eyes, she glared at you. The tears that sprang to her eyes when you told her you loved her mysteriously disappeared, now she was angry. And she had every right to be because you acted like an asshole with no consideration for her feelings at all.

Although, she did look adorable when she was mad, you tried to cut the tension by smiling at her. She didn’t smile back.

You’re going to have to do better than that, Russo. It was going to take more than a smile for her to take you back.

You inched closer to her, she didn’t move away but flinched a little when you reached for her hand so you shied back a little as you tried to vocalize everything you had been thinking about for the past month.

“I—I’ve really missed you, sweet girl.” You said. “And…I’m so sorry for everything.”

You could see her body tense up as she pressed her lips together and tried to look away from you because the tears had returned.

“Those words, what you said, crushed me, Billy.” She said. “You said you wanted to love me but you just couldn’t. I didn’t know words could hurt that badly until that moment, you couldn’t even look at me.”

A lone tear streaked down her cheek and hit the corner of her mouth. She looked beautiful even when she was crying.

Her words broke your heart, which you didn’t know was possible. The muted pain that had been in your chest since she left, convinced you that you actually had a heart and it was capable of caring for someone other than yourself. It just needed the right person to awaken it.

Then she asked a question you weren’t ready for.

“So what changed then?”

Your answer was surprising, even to you and through a half smile, you replied.

“Nothing’s changed, my love.”

Before she could get angry, you continued.

“Nothing’s changed because I’ve loved you since the first time I kissed you on that Ferris wheel. It was a strange and new feeling for me, thought maybe it would go away but the feeling just grew until I realized that it wasn’t going away and I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

Suddenly, her shoulders relaxed and she let you take her hand while you slowly moved closer until you were sharing the same air.

You could tell she needed to hear more.

“It grew every time you made me laugh, every time you do that little nose scrunch when you laugh.” You brushed the tip of her nose with your finger and she did the nose scrunch as a reflex. “Every time you raked your fingers through my hair, or when you would make my t-shirts smell like your body wash after your shower, and every time you asked me to read to you. Our first kiss was just the beginning of my love for you.”

Your confession caused more tears to fall from her eyes, one of them landed on her hand and you brushed it away with your thumb.

Her eyes red with tears, she fell against your chest, her arms snaked around your back and she squeezed you tightly.

Through her gentle sobs, she finally said “I’m so happy you told me.”

“And I wanna tell you so much more. I—I love you, y/n.” You whispered against the top of her head.

“Whenever you’re ready, Billy. I’ll be here for you. And I love you too.” She whispered back against your chest.

Those words sounded just as beautiful as you imagined they would escaping her lips and she melted even further into you when she reciprocated the words back to you. She fit perfectly against your body, her spicy scented perfume conquered your sense of smell, and you brushed the back of her neck with your fingers, feeling the goosebumps dance across her skin as you held her in perfect silence. It had been such a long time since you had held her like this, too long.

Pulling away slightly, she wrapped her arms around your neck to draw your face closer to hers. She gently pressed her lips to yours, they were soft and warm just like you remembered. Her lips parted, silently giving you permission for your tongue to twist and knot with hers. She really was the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.

She offered you her forgiveness and you would do anything to make sure you’d never be without her again, you would try harder, make sure to tell her you love her, and try not to keep your feelings a secret all the time.

It would be difficult, you’d still make mistakes but you knew she would be there for you. Her love and patience were like a lighthouse in a bad storm, guiding you in the direction you needed to go and illuminating the path that leads you safely to shore.

She was worth it, she was the bright light in the dark empty abyss that you had been walking into throughout your entire life. In her eyes, you were a good man and her love for you was real and unmatched. She was the dream at the end of your nightmare.

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[huevokinder24]

Shadow and bone rant

Was shadow and bone S2 a good one? It was enjoyable. It was watchable. That's it.

For those of us who have read the books it was a huge mess.

Let's talk first about the grisha trilogy.

They joined book 2 and 3 (and crooked kingdom for some fucking reason, but I'll get to that later) and just rushed through the plot.

While I'm not the biggest fan of the trilogy and SOC is one of my favorite books ever, I still think the crows had no business being there. They just took too much screentime, something I usually wouldn't complain about but now I am. The sword subplot alone would have been okay. The rest? What the fuck was that??

Due to this, we didn't get to see the actual story of Sab. And don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting a word by word adaptation, but this felt.... The characters weren't themselves.

Nikolai felt incredibly plain. He was just a nice guy. But where was his wit? His charm? His "my mother was an oyster, I'm the pearl". Where was his personality?

Also, he never loved Alina, and Alina didn't love him. Why would they push this narrative?

Everyone loves the darkling because he is charismatic and a master manipulator. This season he was just a dying guy. He didn't feel threatening. He didn't feel like the villain at all.

Zoya was completely sidelined for Alina. My girl had like 3 scenes and she didn't do much. In the book we saw rare moments of vulnerability, saw her friendship with Alina and genya grow. But she was still the cold bitch everyone loves because that's what makes Zoya Zoya.

They offed David just like that, and again, replaced him with Alina in the triumvirate. And I'm so mad about this. The triumvirate was made up of the three leaders that the orders chose to lead them during the war (except for genya). There are one of each order so the darkling's favoritism wouldn't repeat, so all the orders would stand on equal ground. Again, they were leaders. Political leaders. Now we have 2 summoners and a colporalki. What about the materialki? They lost their place in Nikolai's circle.

Also, the little reunion of Alina, genya and Zoya at the end was more like "uwu besties hanging out" than, "we have the responsibility to lead the orders and rebuild the country"

Mal just left. JUST LIKE THAT. we have a season full of Malina kissing and vowing they'll spend their lives together after they destroy the fold and kill the darkling, and the dude just leaves. Not just leaves, BECOMES STURMHOND. Do the writers know what sturmhond means to Nikolai? He would NEVER let any other person, least of all Mal take over the role.

And the twins left with him. The twins would never leave Nikolai.

Also Tolya, canonically ace, giving inej heart eyes????

And Alina. Where was her internal struggle? She kept her powers and is ready to become queen? And marry Nikolai??? She never wanted the crown. She never loved Nikolai. She only wanted to disappear into the sunset with mal and open an orphanage to help children like her. She literally told Nikolai that Zoya would make a better queen, hinting at zoyalai.

The whole point of Alina's character was that she was just a girl. She was just a girl turned saint, something she didn't want, with an enormous power she never asked for. She was just a girl who wanted a normal life but had to play the hero at 17. By the end of ruin and rising, she is exhausted, weary, drained. She faked her own death so people would leave her alone, so she could retire to the middle of nowhere with Mal and live a quiet life.

Now they're making her Nikolai's betrothed, future queen of Ravka, and... Evil? After she fought so hard to not become a monster like the darkling??

And where's the religion??? A huge part of the grishaverse revolves around religion, especially in the grisha trilogy. The manipulation of information and public image, twisting the narrative so it fits your goals, the zeal of the masses based on that exact narrative that those in power created.... There was none of that. Only inej called Alina "Sankta Alina" but they never showed what becoming Sankta was like for Alina.

This was just... Ugh. It was not BAD, but I'm so disappointed, especially for the crows, so part 2?

#shadow and bone #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #crooked kingdom #nikolai lantsov #the darkling #alina starkov #zoya nazyalensky

[paintingformike]

the reason people think its so impossible and crazy for byler to happen is because you lot make it seem more complicated than it actually is when really its so SIMPLE if you take out the heteronormative lens and understand how plotlines are usually written

it’s literally just BASIC STORYTELLING, person A undergoes relationship problems with his partner, we’re explicitly shown them trying to communicate with each other but to no avail because it ends in an argument where gaslighting and lying to each other occurs, and how they don’t actually understand each other (el literally says exactly this to mike, that he’ll never understand her struggles even if he’s also been bullied his entire life). we’re shown that they can’t communicate well with each other. for the rest of the show, person A then runs to person B, the other potential love interest, to seek comfort and open up to him about his problems and insecurities. they show us how person B is able to comfort person A well and person A can actually express himself to him and be vulnerable with his feelings in a way that he’s never shown to be with his actual partner. they can communicate well with each other, showing their compability and how they’re able to connect and understand each other well (i didn’t say it/you didn’t have to). person A then attempts to fix things with his partner with a love confession, but it fails because it was prompted entirely by person B who was the one behind the sentiments that made person A feel loved and needed enough to deliver said love confession. to make matters worse, person A based his love confession and words of encouragement off of the feelings he was made to falsely believe were his partner’s, when those were actually person B’s and they’re two different characters with different experiences and feelings that don’t exactly match up and diverge from each other. a relationship can’t work well if one of the people in it has to be constantly coached through taking the initiative to do something about it by a third party, and especially if this third party is the other love interest and has actually been the one to relieve him of his insecurities and fears in the relationship and not his actual partner, who he should be the one directly communicating with and working things through together.

two whole days after person A’s grand declaration of love, him and his partner still haven’t spoken to each other about their relationship and his partner has only had one off-screen conversation with him about her huge loss. said partner seems to be pointedly distant from him again, but person B does have another private conversation with him where they end up reassuring each other about their fears. once person A finds out that the sentiments of a painting that made him feel all sorts of things and convinced him into finally saying ily to his partner were actually all from person B, with his actual partner having 0 involvement in it, everything will come crashing down then finally falling into place. it’s all right there in PLAIN TEXT, we don’t actually need deep analyses and theories to prove byler endgame because its basically ingrained in the writing. the cinematography, lighting, easter eggs, parallels from movie references, subtext etc etc are just an added bonus of proof!!

byler isn’t this impossibly too-good-to-be-true gay relationship because they’re actually being given the SAME TREATMENT as the straight couples in the show in terms of how they’re being developed to romance territory. they start out as friends and are slowly able to connect with each other more personally (and not actually falling in love at first sight 😙), heart to hearts where the two people involved in the relationship are made to be vulnerable about their feelings and expressing their deep thoughts with each other, getting interrupted and startled out of staring at each other after a lot of their conversations together (they literally only do this with canon couples NEVER ONCE with pairings that are supposed to be just platonic), heck, they basically copy pasted the season 1-2 steve/nancy/jonathan love triangle plot to the season 3-4 el/mike/will love triangle plot where mike/nancy start dating el/steve then they’re accused of being jerks and neglecting their friends and slowly becoming people they’re not to impress their partners, they’re constantly shown to make out and don’t really have meaningful, deeper conversations with each other, most of their scenes are portrayed very unserious/lighthearted unless theyre fighting, the next season they can’t say ily to their partners then they open up to the byers brothers about it on top of a car, jonathan and nancy went to a road trip together just as mike and will were trapped next to each other in the same van for an entire season it’s literally the exact same format like be fucking fr 😭 ITS NOT AS COMPLICATED AS PEOPLE MAKE IT OUT TO BE CAUSE ALL THE DUFFERS HAVE BEEN DOING IS APPLYING THE SAME TROPES AND NARRATIVE STRUCTURES THEY’VE BEEN USING WITH THE STRAIGHT COUPLES IN THE SHOW TO A GAY RELATIONSHIP.

like really just sit and think about how clear the narrative actually is, and if they really wanted to make mileven this endgame main couple that people seem to be so convinced they are, they wouldn't have:

emphasized will’s pain and suffering in all of their moments together. it removes the intimacy in their scenes and inherently drenches them in a negative viewpoint no matter how you look at it

purposefully separated them for an entire season right after the “fight that they couldn’t come back from”, leaving no room for actual communication between them, and then making mike spend the majority of the time with will 💀 (this is a piece of fiction and they’re not REAL PEOPLE btw, they made a conscious choice to write these characters in a way where they literally couldn’t have a single time to talk things through about their conflict, its not just because el “happened” to be busy having her own self discovery arc along with the nina project, they would let them have atleast one uninterrupted moment to communicate with each other if they wanted to (which they seemed to not want since the surfer boy pizza conversation was cut short before it could get to serious territory!)

made will’s words and feelings be the one to make mike feel secure and loved rather than his own girlfriend’s

made the deliberate writing choice of will being the one to push mike to even say anything to el before she could die in vecna’s grasp

not let mileven have a single private moment together except for their fight. they never get to just be alone together like at all!! (and maybe it wouldn’t have been that bad if not for the fact that it’s a stark contrast to how they let will, the other love interest, have like 5 different intimate/private moments with mike 😭)

if this still isn’t enough for you to believe byler could actually be endgame then you’re just being dense on purpose 🫶

#i needed to get this out of my chest once and for all #byler #byler analysis #byler proof #laya explains byler narrative proof

[hermiones-amortentia]

Let's talk about Hermione

Everytime I reread books I just get amazed how logical Hermione is and how much she prioritises the ultimate goal over any emotions. If you see her character she always tries to rationalize everything. Even people's feelings. Her explanation on Cho's feelings reflects her rational side more than her empathy. It's like 'oh it's obvious why she is feeling the way she is now. Because of this and this reasons'. Her straightforward logic why Lavender's bunny might have died weeks ago or a cat's job is to hunt rats or telling Harry she has been right all along about the potion book on the night Dumbledore dies. You can feel she struggles with consoling people and giving a shoulder to cry on. She doesn't do that. She tries to help them in her own way. But she will never give you a hug and tell you 'dont worry. Everything is gonna be alright. I am here'.

I don't think she is apathetic or emotionless. Hermione feels many things deeply. She can't stand people being mean to her friends(she actually loses her cool the moment Malfoy insults Hagrid. Not when he insults her), she gets offended and hurt by Ron pretty easily when he says anything insensitive. But somehow I feel she guards her emotions. She doesn't let them control her(well most of the time. Because 6th book proves even she can be irrational, illogical and an emotional mess). She probably fears that if she lets her heart make any judgment it won't align with her brain and logic.

She is always goal oriented. No matter how hard the situation is, she is always focused and determined towards the ultimate goal. During the horcrux hunt Ron's emotions take over his judgment. Harry is feeling hopeless. But Hermione's still focused. She gets hurt, emotional but unlike 6th year she doesn't let her emotions control her.

I think most of her irrational, illogical and emotional moments in the series are regarding Ron. In 1st book she cries in the bathroom and misses a class because of Ron. Something Hermione(that too a 1st year Hermione) doesn't do usually. Then she lies to professors when she could have told them the truth. She is miserable in 3rd year when Ron isn't talking to her and even apologizes to Ron once something is very rare for her character. Then her irrational jealousy about Fleur, Madam Rosemerta, Lavender, her breaking a legit school rule for no reason other than giving Ron an advantage. And the whole time she is being a mess when Ron is with Lavender...

Hermione doens't like to be ruled by her heart over her brain. When she feels 100 different emotions at once and that makes her act irrationally it scares her. That's why she guards her emotions. I feel like she thinks it makes her vulnerable and weak. But 7th book Hermione I think comes with the term that sometimes she needs to let go. Sometimes she needs to switch off her big brain and follow what her heart and emotions are saying.

I would love to see Hermione opening up about her feelings and emotions. A post war book about her growth and how she deals with PTSD, Career and ofcourse her relationship with her parents and Ron would be so amazing.

#hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter #harry james potter #ginny weasley #fleur delacour #lavender brown

[loisroo]

Fluffy post canon jwds

oooooh thank you anon!! <3

from my prompt post!!

They walk slowly down the wooden bridge, the same one Han Joo Won had left Dong Sik on a few months prior, neither of them speaking or feeling compelled to fill the silence.

The wind is colder then before, the waves from the lake softly breaking on the edge of the bridge. It's peaceful, calm... the things Joo Won used to believe came with being alone and in control. Now though, with Dong Sik's shoulder gently brushing his, Joo Won feels just how wrong he had been.

They continue walking until they run into the small bench that faces the sunset. Joo Won has been referring to it as "their bench" in his head, unable to stop despite the embarrassment he feels from it. It's not theirs but it feels like it now that they've started to come sit together regularly.

Dong Sik hums gently as he sits, letting out a contented sigh as he stares out over the lake. Joo Won attempts to settle next to him, still finding it difficult to relax even when feeling content to be there. An old habit that he wishes he knew how to fix.

"How are you, Joo Won-ah?"

Dong Sik asks this every time and waits patiently for Joo Won to discuss his day, it's strange and not something Joo Won is used to.

The first time Dong Sik asked him, he honestly had no idea what to say. The question was too broad and it required a vulnerability about his feelings and thoughts that he was unfamiliar with.

Eventually, he's able to quietly tell Dong Sik about himself and his days. Sometimes he talks about small things, like the books he's reading, the new meal he's trying out, or the new articles he reads daily. Other times, Joo Won tells him about Kwon Hyuk and their goal to repair and strengthen their relationship. He talks about his difficulties with his coworkers as he tries to be more open and rely on others. Joo Won explains in hesitant sentences the truth about his mother, and he finally tells someone else about the loneliness of growing up in a foreign place with no one who cares.

And Dong Sik listens. He hums and nods, gives his thoughts when Joo Won asks or seems to be struggling to express himself. It all feels so foreign but the warmth in his chest when Dong Sik doesn't judge him or makes him feel heard isn't unpleasant... Joo Won actually finds himself wanting it when it's not there.

"I...I realized something important today."

Joo Won feels his heart rate pick up as soon as he utters the sentence, his palms sweaty as he tries to take a deep breath and continue. Dong Sik hums and continues to stare out into the water, indicating Joo Won should continue talking.

Joo Won opens his mouth and it feels too dry, he feels like the words are dragging over his tongue while being pulled down by quicksand. They are scary and huge, Joo Won's been wrestling with them for weeks and despite his determination to confess he still feels the overwhelming terror of possibly losing Dong Sik.

He knows he cant hold his feelings in forever, especially not with how vulnerable Dong Sik is with him and Joo Won with Dong Sik.

His love sits on his chest and aches to pour it into Dong Sik.

Joo Won must be silent for too long because Dong SIk turns and tilts his head slightly as he examines Joo Won. He's not sure what emotions are on his face or in his eyes... it makes Joo Won anxious that Dong Sik might see his feelings before he gets to speak them out loud.

He drops his gaze to Dong Sik's shoulder and takes a deep breath. "I...I realized recently, well it's not super recently..."

Joo Won's face heats up as he stumbles over his words and he clenches his fists together, frustrated at his inability to just say the words.

Dong Sik's hand gently touches his clenched fists causing Joo Won to jump a little and raise his eyes to meet Dong SIk's.

There's a soft look in his eyes, a fond smirk on his lips as he squeezes Joo Won's hand until he opens it. Dong Sik slides his hand into Joo Won's, he can feel the heat radiating from the older man's hand and he cant help but look down at them.

An overwhelming feeling of "belonging" floods into him as he sees the way their hands fit together, as he feels the connection there. He lifts his eyes, embarrassed at the tears he feels welling up but unable to look away from Dong Sik's face any longer.

The look in Dong Sik's eyes has turned even more fond, the smirk softening to a gentle smile and Joo Won watches as the man lifts his other hand to gently cup Joo Won's face.

His breath hitches at the contact, and Joo Won feels a few tears slide out as he tries to form coherent words. Dong Sik sighs softly, glancing down at Joo Won's lips and then back into his eyes, "I know, Joo Won-ah.... I know."

Heat floods Joo Won's body and he sucks in a harsh breath, "You... I have feelings for you."

Dong Sik's eyes shine with humor that mixes beautifully with the fondness already there, "I know."

And before Joo Won can ask or worry, Dong Sik leans in and kisses him gently on the lips. It's soft and tentative, like Dong SIk is scared Joo Won might break or regret it.

The thought causes Joo Won to surge forward, deepening the kiss, pouring out his feelings in a way that hopefully communicates how strong and all encompassing they are.

They pull apart with gasps, trying to catch their breath as they lean their foreheads together. It's intoxicating the way Dong Sik's breath fans across his lips, Joo Won wants to spend days just kissing Dong Sik.

Dong Sik pulls Joo Won's hand towards his before bringing it up and kissing his knuckles gently. Joo Won's heart almost leaps from his chest and he has to take a deep breath as Dong Sik speaks quietly into his fingers, almost like a prayer.

"Joo Won-ah."

#beyond evil #jwds #ask prompt #thanks anon!!!!!!!!!! #sorry for any mistakes! #I hope they dont seem too OC

[viennahqz]

laura harrier. 30. cis female. she/her. » there’s vienna hughes who’s been living in ashford for her whole life. the icarus currently works as the owner of crumble & co bakery and they’re known for being empathetic but also impulsive at times. rumor around town is that she feels like people only see her for her failed marriage. i overheard they approve of the changes happening in ashford because it will be nice to get a new mix of people in town. - penned by bee | EST | 26 // @ashford-extra

{ tw: mention of parental death }

aesthetics: having a big heart despite it all, refusing to let others make her hard, always having flower on her clothes and dough under her nails, asking hard questions over coffee, an oversized flannel over something small and lacy, sacrificing everything for family, keeping her passions close to her chest but all of her emotions on her sleeves...

Vienna as always called Ashford home and has never really considered changing that.

Her family has been here for generations so everywhere she looks she sees parts of them.

The Crumble & Co Bakery has been in her family since they settled roots here and she spent her entire life with her hands covered in floor.

Her dad passed when she was really young, before solid memories really began to form so her and her mom were always best friends and with her mom passing last year destroyed her world.

As she always knew it would be, Crumble & Co has been passed to her. There was never really another path for her even if baking isn't her passion, continuing her family's legacy is so important to her

As much as she loves Ashford the only time she's ever considered leaving is after her divorce, but she's not a runner and she knows that.

Her and her ex husband got married was she was pretty young, only 22, because Vienna rarely stops to question her hearts decisions and she loves big and loves to give people the benefit of the doubt and has never met a red flag she couldn't love

Unfortunately you can't love someone into being a good partner if they aren't the right partner for you and you cant love someone into doing the work they need to on themselves so the marriage turned volatile pretty quick

Despite being short lived, it still haunts her. Not only does she have to see him regularly in such a small town, but this feels like the ultimate failure. How do you trust yourself after something life this? As someone who makes almost every decision off of gut feeling, what do you do when your gut lead you so wrong

She loves music, her dad was a musician and listening to his old recordings was how she felt any sort of connection and closeness to him and she started playing guitar as soon as she was old enough to hold the ones he left for her. Her real dream is to make music but the family bakery always has to come first in her mind.

Still when she has time to herself all she does is write and play, very few people actually know this about her because its something that is so personal and so raw

Vienna is very good at getting to the root of people and isn't afraid to ask revealing questions of people. Personally she's not too fond of small talk so she will quickly skip past that. Many people would describe her energy as a safe space.

Despite being really good at getting others to be vulnerable, its something she struggles with herself. She does that thing where she offers up just enough curated vulnerability that people think they really know her, but she keeps a lot of the heavy topics close chest

She loves love and doesn't let her romantic failures stop her from trying but she has found it hard to fully open herself up in a way that leads to long lasting relationships. Almost like she really wants love but is afraid of accepting it because that gives the other person more power over her than she's comfortable with.

#ashford.intro #this is a work in progress I will probably add more later

[dangerously-human]

The biggest question I've been asking myself in writing these next two sections of Living With the Ghost of You has been, why did Lockwood think Lucy left? What would he have been thinking in those four months, and how did he get from there to the decision to use Lucy's Listening skills to convince her to reconsider? Obviously everyone kind of blamed Lucy's departure on her tension with Holly, but at the same time, Lockwood at least knew there was more to it. And being Lockwood, he surely blamed himself in some capacity - not entirely inaccurately, as it turns out - but I've still been struggling to wrap my head around where things really left off between Lockwood and Lucy, because we only ever get her perspective, and his only secondhand, through Lucy's notoriously unreliable interpretation.

Anyway, for fic writing purposes, I've been bouncing around The Creeping Shadow, and I skipped ahead in my THB reread a bit, and oh. OH! I can't believe I didn't put this together until now, but: Lockwood tells Lucy, shortly after the "you know I'd die for you" declaration, that he avoided her after the Wintergarden case because he was afraid of what would happen in an operative situation, if her Talent put her in danger. He was afraid of how she was using it, to connect with ghosts on a personal level (rather than as mere objects to be destroyed), but also afraid of what that could do to her, and of making the wrong call re: defending her. Later, pulling her back in via a specialty Listener job tells her that he trusts her to use her Talent well, which she desperately needs to hear (after all, that's why she left, she's doubting herself and her judgement again, that's her trauma, she could hurt someone if her judgment lapses). It also says that he's no longer afraid of how he might react (though that part I don't think Lucy really gets). I'll have to see if I still think this after I finish this reread of The Hollow Boy, but I think Lockwood knows at this point (as in, early on in THB, if not before) that he loves Lucy. (I originally thought her leaving was the tipping point for him, but he's the more self-aware of the two by far, I really need to give him more credit.) He knows that he's going to try to defend her in ways she doesn't want him to, and maybe part of his fear is what he'll reveal through his reaction to Lucy being vulnerable that way. It's going to reopen old wounds about Jessica, yes, but it's also going to open up some pretty big feelings about Lucy herself. And Lockwood's trying to say, underneath Aickmere's, that he's willing to try anyway, but now Lucy has had that confrontation with the hollow boy, and she's aware of being Lockwood's weakness without realizing that she's his strength, too. And in fairness, Lockwood hasn't really put in the work yet to figure out how to live for his love of Lucy, he's only just coming to realize that's something beyond his willingness to die for love of her - so they both do have a lot to work out in themselves first. Which is why the "I'm leaving to protect you from yourself" trope actually works here.

Ooh, I'm yelling!! This is the best part of writing fanfiction, when it prompts you to really dig deep in your understanding of canon. Doesn't always make the words flow any easier, but at least now I know what I'm aiming for, because I know the endpoints I'm trying to connect. Big aha moment for me tonight.

Oh, no, and now my heart is breaking all over again about Lockwood's efforts to convince Lucy not to leave. No wonder he got angry by the end. He's just displayed an incredible level of vulnerability with her - about his past, and also getting as close as he can (yet) to admitting that he loves her - and she turns around and leaves him, without really explaining why. Well, dang, that stings. I mean, I had all of that already pieced together, but the extra factor of her seemingly running away from his feelings for her - ah. Ouch.

#personal #writer probs: fanfic edition #lockwood & co

[learningnewways]

I'm Off On Another Big Adventure

Well, here I am once again in the San Francisco Airport. Although rather than having a flight cancelled on the tarmac and being stuck here for a few days on my way home to Nelson, I’m just passing through on my way to Amsterdam to begin my next adventure.

What is she doing this time?! That’s what most of you are probably wondering. The short answer is that I’m spending around a month in Europe, volunteering with an organisation who takes aid from Amsterdam to the border of Poland/Ukraine, then brings back refugees. My dad has been there for a few months, so I’ll be joining him for a few trips, while also doing a bit of travel by myself, meeting up with my friend Antonia in Germany and travelling together to Switzerland. After my time in The Netherlands, I will be heading back to The Gambia, where I will stay for the remainder of the year, all going to plan.

In The Gambia, I am going back to the same organisation where I was last year, although things will look quite different this time. Last time I was there, the local lady M who runs the organisation was overseas for a month, so I was left to hold down the fort. Not ideal when I’d only been there for a month when she left! Whereas this time she will be there the whole time, as well as the couple who started the organisation, who were only there for a few weeks last time. I’m looking forward to working alongside M, learning from her and encouraging her.

But what’s really underneath this adventure? Why am I really going back? Well, those are questions I have been struggling to answer in short sentences to curious people who ask... Basically ever since I got back to New Zealand, I’ve been struggling to find my place. I don’t fit in back home anymore and I don’t know if I want to. My heart feels too broken for the hurting and vulnerable in this world, just to sit back in my nice comfortable life back home and do nothing. Of course there are people back home who still need practical help and desperately need to meet Jesus. But it feels like there are already lots of cool organisations and ministries doing great things for the Kingdom in New Zealand, whereas there are not so many in places like The Gambia. 

Recently I put on a screening of the new film Sound Of Freedom to fundraise for victims I will be working with in The Gambia. The film was incredible and was a great reminder of why I’m going away to do what I do, and definitely opened the eyes of many others as to what’s happening in our often cruel world. One of the lines the main character says when questioned about why he is sacrificing so much to rescue a girl he has never met is, “What would you do if it was your daughter?” I’m not a parent, but I definitely feel a sense of responsibility to my fellow humans, particularly women and children who are put in these horrific situations. If it was me, I’d want someone to fight for me, to see me, to love me, to rescue me.

Part of me knows that it’s not my responsibility to save the lost, that I’m not their saviour and I’m certainly not God. But another part of me knows that as a Christian, it actually is my responsibility to care for those in need. 1 John 3:16-18 says, “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.” Or as Brooke Fraser sings, “Now that I have seen, I am responsible, faith without deeds is dead.” 

There are children in the government shelter I used to visit every week in The Gambia who will forever pull on my heart strings. I remember their little faces so nervous the first few times I visited, staying in the corner of their cots not wanting to come near me. But within a few visits, they would all smile and throw their hands in the air wanting me to touch them, to pick them up, to snuggle them and play with them. These kids have no family other than each other, and even then, they’re all in survival mode. These kids need people to love them and see them. They are some of the most vulnerable people in The Gambia who need protecting fiercely.

I have met girls who have been trafficked for sex, taken against their will or coerced into travelling to a new country under false pretences of work, just to be forced to have sex with or be raped by, a horrendous number of customers a day. How can I sit back and do nothing about it? Surely I ought to lay down my life, the comfortable life I’ve dreamed of and have been lucky enough to have, for the sake of my brothers and sisters?

Maybe that’s one of the biggest areas I have questions in and I wrestle with, going around and around in circles… I have my own desires of what I want for my life, a lot of which are not necessarily bad things. Yet when I read the Bible, I see more verses about dying to self than living for the desires of my own heart. That perhaps as we lay down what we want for ourselves and our lives, and as we align our hearts with God’s, that our desires become like His? So perhaps if your desire is to be a mother or father, to have a family, and His desire is to put the fatherless in families, then perhaps fostering or adoption might cross our minds as we draw closer to Him?

I guess a lot of the struggle with dying to our flesh and laying down our desires is that it comes back to trust. Do we trust that God truly has the best in store for us? That He knows what is beneficial for us in the long run, even if it hurts? Do we trust that His plan for our lives will be better than the one we’ve dreamed up? And let’s be real, His plan is unlikely to involve butterflies and rainbows, but rather grief and struggle. I want to believe that God has the best for me, but it’s hard to actually follow through on that sometimes. How can the best thing for me right now be to go back to The Gambia? To a place that was so difficult to live in? A place where I suffered? I don’t know… All I know is that I’m trying my best to be obedient to His leading and guiding, trusting He will use me in the ways He wants to, whether I like it or not.

So why am I really going back to The Gambia? Because I feel like that is where God wants me right now, and regardless of if that’s where I want to be or not, I’d rather follow Him than say no to His call. A quote by Jim Elliot I was given in a letter recently says, “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.” I’m still getting my head around the quote, but I guess it can feel really difficult and heartbreaking to give up so much from my life back home, yet all of those things I cannot “keep” compared to God of eternity.

So as I journey again into the unknown, feel free to follow along and join the wrestle! If you’ve read my blogs before, you’ll know I dig deep.

[aceouttatime]

Hello, I have come with a few-- not too many just this list here-- questions about the man Sylvan, please please. <3

First, I would love to know just the basics of him and his situation. Age, height (if shrunk, before and after shrink would be lovely), job, general personality and things. What are his flaws/damages that he/the story wants to change or heal? Where do we really get to meet him in his story? What happened before that, did something major lead him here or is something major about to happen? Do you just kind of focus on the one story/life of Sylvan or do you have AUs? Would love to know a bit of the setting(s)!

I'll leave it there for now and then come back with more questions and/or follow ups whenever you have time to answer and I have time to send an ask again <3

Much love to ur face, Belle <3

Hello, dearie! Thank you for your, in all honesty, frighteningly intense interest in my blorbo, Sylvan--it both warms my heart and concerns me just a little haha <3

The Rundown "So, I'll start. My name is Sylvan Okeanoú, and I am a private investigator working for the NYCPD. As we've discussed, and is evident by the fact that I'm standing on your desk, I've been through hell and back in the past twelve hours." -Mr. S. Okeanoú, 2023 Sylvan (he, him, his) is ~31 years old, 6'1, and is probably too smart for his own good. To answer your question, yes, he does end up a bit shorter after a series of unfortunate mishaps that I'll definitely highlight when I actually get around to writing his story. Specifically, he ends up around 4 inches tall, and I can say with certainty that the lad will *not* have a good time with that (at least at first). So, yes, he ends up quite liddol :)))

Flaws n' General Aims of Story Ok, so Syl's most significant flaws are probably his independence and his ego, both of which stem from his upbringing (bits and pieces will probably be revealed throughout the story) and his intrinsic need to prove his worth. His job suits his perfectionism and feeds into his...sliiight...superiority complex. Even so, behind all that cold curtness and false bravado is a severely neglected, softer side riddled with anxiety and distrust that has led to a sense of belonging and loneliness. The story I plan to tell will focus mainly on him opening up and letting himself be okay with reliance on others. Perhaps he doesn't have to be the strong one all the time. It's been a struggle for him to be vulnerable throughout his life, and learning to trust someone in the face of forced vulnerability might bring out a new side of him. Gotta break that toxic machismo somehow--sorry, I don't make the rules, I just break 'em for story purposes XD

Story Framework Well, beyond it being a G/t story, the big, kind of *genre* it falls into is a modern-day detective plot. Okeanoú and his colleagues have been investigating a series of disappearances that have happened over the course of about a year now, consistently coming up empty-handed in terms of new leads. Things are tense, his reputation plummeting, and funding is drying up. If Syl doesn't pull something together soon, more people will get hurt, and all of his hard work will have been for nothing. That low point is where we meet him: desperate for a lead, drunk on lack of sleep, caffeine, and cheap spirits, and even more of a short-tempered prick than he is typical. He finds a strange note, however, that changes everything and kicks off what could be described as the worst month of his life. ;)

AU Shenanigans HMMM...alright, I'll let you in on a secret that's not really much of a secret. I have a University!AU that was originally going to be his main story, but I've since decided didn't have the stakes I was aiming for. It still exists in the recesses of my and @imvenusasaboy 's minds, and we talk about it occasionally. If you've heard me talk about Vir or Viri, that's the universe it was set in. I may do something more with it later, but for now, it's on the mental backburner. I have a good writing buddy that's helped me flesh out some of my ideas for the story, as well as a few very important characters--I'd give her a better shoutout, but she doesn't have a Tumblr, sadly. So, here, thank you fatraccoons for your lovely help! You're a saint <3 Other than that, he's not featured in much else. I do a bunch of artwork of him because I'm a goofball who enjoys pretty men with long hair.

Anywho, that's about it! Thank you bunches for your questions and just being a sweetheart in general! I love your work, and I love you loads, Belle <3 Your friendly-neighborhood-littleman, Alex P.S. Take this Sylvan painting as a lil sneak peak :)

#aceouttatimeasks #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #sfw g/t #oc:sylvan #little guy #g/t writing #i haven't decided on a name for his story yet or i'd tag it #I'm slacking here #oc

[this-is-krikkit]

Top 5 queer characters

ooooh good one, thank you !!

5. Frankie Bergstein. The most gentle soul out there, hilarious whether she wants to be or not, an incredibly loving and warm character who ends up falling in love with a woman who's shown her nothing but disdain most of their lives before they end up in the same shitty situation. What i especially love about her is that in my headcanon where that show didn't queerbait us to death, she's the bold and crazy one who doesn't care about other people's opinion, she's the one you'd expect to be brave and loud and clear about how she's in love with her best friend and it's not just platonic. But i actually love the idea that she might be the one struggling most with that realization and how to act on it, because she used to be so open and loving of everything and everyone (and still seems that way) for the seven decades before the show starts ; and she got her heart broken so badly from the twenty year old affair, that although she did get attached to Grace quickly enough and jokes about being more than friends all the time, she's deadly afraid of those feelings and what may come of them. I absolutely love this strong and funny and silly woman on the outside, who hides a much more vulnerable and frightened woman on the inside, who deserves all the lifetime of love and affection Grace has never allowed herself to feel or show anyone.. until now, post-canon !!

4. Crawley, my actual demon child, who is way too good for this world, and the other two he's visited. (And i've been torturing myself for a solid half hour trying to pick between him and his equally amazing boyfriend Aziraphale, and ended up flipping a coin for it. I'm sorry Aziraphale. I love you so much.) Anyways, back to Crawley and his ridiculous crush on an angel that makes him do crazy things such as going to actual heaven to save said angel's ass, and who embodies Iris by the Goo goo Dolls so perfectly it's a lil suspicious and he probably had smth to do with that song coming to life while he was under cover on Earth. I love a tv show that brings a book to my attention, i loved both of those media and i cannot wait for season 2.

(do i need to explain that gif choice ? no i don't. bye.)

3. Charity Dingle, chaotic bisexual icon if i ever saw one !! haven't had a chance to catch up with the soap since the Vanity shit hit the fan, but i'll get back to her one day because i miss the truly Slytherin Queen that she is (sorry for the HP mention but it belongs to us now, fuck JKR and terfs in general). Pretty sure she's the most flawed character in this list, but i apparently LOVE a queer anti hero ? She's a lot of things and not all of them good ; she's a cheat, a liar, a bad mom most of the time, selfish and venale and has trust issues towards everyone and herself the size of a mountain. She's also a survivor of terrible abuse, a fighter, a love-starved but deeply insecure person who won't let that be seen easily. She's the only such representation i've ever seen of a wlw woman esp in a popular soap, and her simply existing gives me so much hope that society might just be evolving in the right direction ? Idk man, on the good days where i still have faith for lgbt future, she sorta gives me hope for our queer lives to become part of the norm and not just sensational and weird.

2. Regina Mills from OUAT. What a great show with a great lesbian power couple and awesome message about queer families, or so i'm yelling somewhere in that parallel universe where the two cowards who wrote it grew courage instead of magic beans and made Swan Queen canon. I grew to love this character, it wasn't love at first sight (although def lust at first sight, shout out to them Evil Queen gowns) and now i'm trying to write self indulgent fics from her pov and day dreaming about all the things she deserved that she never got. Best redemption arc (apart from my #1 down there maybe) i've ever seen, a full badass bitch energy. Sidenote, Lana Parrilla being the biggest and loudest Swan Queen supporter in the cast felt suspicious to me in the beginning (idk, i don't get me either), but i'm finally at a point where i can fully appreciate how awesome that was of her.

(Yes that gif was queerbait. Yes i still get excited seeing it.)

1. Obv my number 1 queer bitch forever is ROOT from Person of Interest, it's been 6 years and i'm still in denial of the byg trope they pushed down my throat a meer day after she finally got her tiny sociopathic soulmate back. She was a lot of things that i can't detail or i would die from dehydration bc the tears would consume my entire stock of water, but she also happened to appear in a TV show i actually loved. I mean i did start watching strictly for the gayness i vaguely knew was ahead, let's be real, but POI is a show i really came to love so much even when she wasn't a main character. It touched me deeply, and i still rewatch it and get blown away by the genius of so many of its episodes, from the mind blowing plot twists to the soundtrack. I had so many kids on that show and loved them all so much, just thinking about it hurts... We were robbed of a Shoot reboot, and i'll leave it at that.

(look at her being so passionate and right and fierce and hot. loooooook. i would have followed her into battle from day one of her psych ward escape 😢 )

#root #regina mills #charity dingle #crawley #frankie bergstein #wlw #lgbt characters #lgbt stuff #person of interest #once upon a time #emmerdale #good omens #gay omens #grace and frankie #still mad at three fo these for their finales lmao #tumblr games #trying-to-get-somewhere-real #asks #I HAD TO PICK AMONGST ALL MY KIDS I FEEL LIKE SUCH A BAD PARENT AAAH

[glitxhwayventeen]

The Lucky One

Hendery

Characters: Hendery x female reader

Warnings: twisted sense of humor about disabilities, love triangle, depression mentions, disability struggles, mentions of partying, mentions of drinking/drugging, homelessness mentions, dark jokes, fight scene sort of, i think that’s it but let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note: I clicked the wrong thing so this is a mess and it posted before it was finished. I will be fixing it within the next day or so. But Please don’t take any of the jokes made about the main characters disability seriously. My family has a warped sense of humor about our own medical issues (me included) and it’s just how i naturally pictured the character to be about hers too! It wasn’t meant to upset anyone!

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Watch It All Burn Masterlist

The Lucky One: Part 2

Mostly🥀

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts Pink= Cantonese Blue=Native Language Red=Korean (Since all the characters would normally use Mandarin as their preferred language being from China and all)

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After being on a plane for hours on end sitting next to some slobbering idiot, Kunhang was just dying to plant his aching body in bed and surround himself in his tranquil pillows and bellowing blankets to sleep. But even as the car consisting of his alpha, his alpha’s mate, and himself pulled up to their shared home’s driveway, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pumping a million miles a minute.

He was so exhausted only moments ago he really wasn’t sure he’d even be able to make it through the front door. But, as if a light switch had suddenly been flickered on, a rush of adrenaline and nerves began firing throughout his body. Something just felt so… off. He just couldn’t explain what.

“So you dreading being back yet Guanheng?” Yueguang joked while they were sat in the car waiting for her mate to unload some of the bags before they began their way into the house.

One would think he would be considering he hadn’t even been able to stay as long as he wanted to. Sicheng and Daiyu had their son and now he was an uncle and, though part of him was stoked for that and it factored into him leaving sooner than intended, he wasn’t looking forward to the long nights of the baby crying and the entire house smelling like crap every time he pooped.

So a small part of him wasn’t exactly elated at going back solely for that reason. But a greater part of him would just be glad he wouldn’t have to hear the newly depressed Dejun whining on and on about Yangyang’s new mate and how annoying she was.

“Believe it or not,” He hoarsely spoke as he listened to his own heart beat in his ears, “I think I might actually be… excited to be home.”

The older girl breathed out a chuckle, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and clicking open her door once Kun signaled it was time for them to go inside, “Really? I would’ve figured you of all of us would be the one to already miss home as soon as you got back.” She shrugged, gesturing him to follow her out of the car.

It was true, Kunhang loved being back in Macau. The youngest three boys in the pack were the only ones who still got along well with their families, were accepted by their families, or even still had any reason to go revisit the country to see their families since most now lived elsewhere due to them having to flee so suddenly. And since they couldn’t all go at once on their constant visits as it would leave their small pack too vulnerable, they took short turns so everyone got their chance to see their loved ones or go on trips.

Except this time, the doe eyed boy was able to extend his visit longer than usual because his parents bought him his ticket for his birthday. It wasn’t like he could refuse the gesture they had so thoughtfully given him even if he wanted to, they were still his parents after all. Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to comply. Hendery loved being home.

He loved seeing his sisters and his parents, all of whom treated him as if he was the most precision treasure to have ever walked the earth because he was the baby and only boy of the family. He was even worried that he would already want to go back to his homeland as soon as he landed in Korea. Even through most of the drive, he was already starting to miss the all too familiar smell of his mom cooking dinner in the kitchen and the pestering sound of his sisters bickering while him and his dad laughed at their sibling rivalry.

But that feeling of yearning and heartache quickly turned into a feeling of nervousness and excitement. And he couldn’t explain it. He never once in his life thought he’d be looking forward to living in a house with 5 other guys again.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The only conclusion he could come up with was that he must’ve been delusional. That and that the heart was… a strange thing.

——

“Are you ready baby?” Your mate chimed passed the doorway of your shared room from the hallway.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “As I’ll ever be Xiao Yang,” you replied, bracing yourself for what was to come.

He hurriedly made his way over to you, helping you maneuver your legs over the side of your bed and getting down to your level so you could use his arm to stabilize yourself.

It had been a little under a month since you had started staying with the pack and you’d say things were going okay. At least by the standard that was your ridiculously stupid life.

After the day you and Yangyang admitted aloud to being mates, you pretty much just started acting like a couple even though you two really hardly knew each other at the time. But it wasn’t as though you could help it. With the both of you feeling the imprinting pull as strongly as you did, everything just felt natural.

You leaning your head on his shoulder when you were tired or worn out was of second language. Him kissing you on the forehead before going to sleep beside you was almost as easy as breathing. You didn’t even think of it.

It was as though one day your brains had just understood the facts and unanimously agreed to be comfortable with each other. It was a Tuesday, the sky was blue, and you were destined to spend the rest of your life with a stranger who would always love and protect you no matter the cost.

And your left side of your body was beginning to function normally again thanks to Sicheng and Dai’s hard work. Well, as normally as it ever would from that point on anyways.

They had actually managed to fully debride and heal up all your open wounds, but internally, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Your tendons had healed wrong from the positions you had been put in while still seriously injured and your muscle grew around most of the non-silver plated metal in your body.

Which meant that, while you’d live, you’d just never walk right again. It was something you were still trying to come to terms with. You weren’t used to feeling so helpless.

You were a kick ass soldier with years of fighting under your belt. You grew up with all brothers who taught you to fight dirty on the playground and not to take shit from anyone for god’s sakes. You weren’t supposed to be this meek little thing that needed to rely on others for help when it came to something as simple as walking.

That’s why when your ever so doting mate asked if you were ready for him to get you up so you could be introduced to his pack brother that had finally came back into town, nothing but hesitation and uncertainty laced your voice. He had to help you even get as far as the kitchen by walking by your side the whole time or by carrying you.

But that didn’t mean you wanted him to see how heavily everything was affecting you.

He was still pretty emotionally and mentally scarred from having to hear you cry and scream for days on end when you first got to the house when Sicheng was fixing you up. It had caused him to become extremely overprotective of you. He was always glued to your side, almost as if he was afraid you’d vanish into thin air if he left you for as short as a second.

Most nights, he wouldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom until he was certain you were deep asleep and had already awoken a time or two so he’d always be there if you needed him. He was completely determined to prevent anymore injury or pain from happening to you.

So you did your best to put on as confident a face as you could muster and let his strong arms help navigate you out of the room and to the front door where everyone had gathered to greet the Macanese boy.

At least that’s where you thought he was from. With the mix of languages you didn’t 100% speak floating through the house and the mix of information they’d all thrown at you when you were still pretty out of it, you weren’t really certain you even knew the basics about the kid coming back.

You did think you managed to understand that he was from Macau and that he had a few sisters back home. But aside from that, you weren’t sure of what he looked like or even his real age.

“We’re hooooome!” Yueguang declared with a smile, pushing past her mate and running over to your place once she realized the pained look ok your face, “___, do you need help?” She asked rhetorically while she grabbed your other side and helped Yangyang balance you so you weren’t as noticeably uncomfortable having to shift your weight on your bad leg.

As if you weren’t even there, your mate answered her question for you in what you only assumed was Korean, “She’s alright jiejie. Just a little tired is all,” he beamed with a sickeningly sweet smile before he kissed the top of your head encouragingly.

Since you were doing your best to downplay how bad you really felt for his sake, you just gave a polite small bow of your head in return, signaling to the girl that your mate was right and that you were just tired.

But truthfully, in that moment you weren’t really sure WHAT you were feeling.

Seconds ago you had felt like you had been run over by a tank, but now you weren’t. Your heart was racing sure, but the prickly stinging feeling you had gotten so used to feeling when you walked around on your bad leg was now numbed. In fact, all the pain you had been experiencing was.

Instead you found yourself feeling almost… excited? Why in the living hell were you excited? You suddenly felt almost as though you had enough energy to run a marathon.

It wasn’t until your gaze locked with the euroasian looking boy who had nearly just dropped his suitcase on a very tired Dejun that you realized what the feeling was, or rather what had happened. It couldn’t be… could it?

Double imprinting happened, probably more than most people realized since love triangles in general were quite common, but to have it happen in such a small pack? That was nearly unheard of. It happened when two werewolves were from opposing packs more often than not, but it was nearly unheard of happening with two wolves from the same one.

It took a minute for those around the two of you to understand what was going on and why the both of you had stopped what you were doing so quickly, but it took one person almost painfully long to catch on: Yangyang.

And when he finally realized why he no longer felt your loving eyes looking at him as usual and had instead focused themselves on his newly arrived packmate, he couldn’t help but see red.

Uh oh.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being thrown into Yueguang, the both of you falling to the floor softly as one of the boys was quick enough to react and throw himself underneath you.

Yangyang had charged at the doe eyed boy full speed, sending them both to the ground in record time, as he straddled him and started throwing punches left and right. The boy under him started to fight back rather hastily, easily landing a jab to the pink haired boys gut and turning the tables so he was now the one on top.

Soon it was the two of them rolling around on the floor with red eyed and nails that were beginning to elongate. This seemed to signal whoever it was underneath you and Yue to get the two of you out of harms way before the boys fight got out of control and they lost any recognition of their surroundings.

You felt yourself and your new sister being elevated up off the hardwood and being carried into the nearest secured room for your safety. With everything happening far too high speed for you to react properly, all you could do was struggle against the much stronger wolf holding you to try and get to them to stop them, aggravating some of your old wounds in the process.

As tears had began to form in your eyes, you couldn’t see who rushed the older girl and you into someone’s room. But, between the thoughts of worry for your mates and your brain panicking at the thought that one or both of them could’ve been hurt, you thought you had picked up on some familiar scent encasing around you. Not that you cared at the moment.

Nothing else mattered to you but the two wolves battling possibly to the death in the previous room over you. So instead of dwelling on who your ‘savior’ was, you banged on the door of the bedroom you had been hoisted to with all your might.

You banged and thrashed and begged until you felt like both your hand and your throat were raw and bleeding. When you had finally exerted your energy, all you could do was slide your sobbing self down the door and cry into the palm of your good hand while Yue came and attempted to kindly comfort you with words of encouragement.

-

It was a while before all the growling and snarling stopped. And it was even longer before you stopped panicking visibly in front of your new sister. But none of it matter once Kun opened the jail of a bedroom door and told you the boys were both okay. Somewhat hurt, but okay.

As long as they were both still breathing, you were happy. Even if both surviving such a sudden fight meant you’d have to deal with possibly two mates from now on that weren’t gonna ever probably be too civil with each other. As long as they were both still standing, you’d call it a win.

But now you’d have to work on figuring out what to do about your current situation. Just because you were ecstatic that they were both alive didn’t mean that them staying that way wouldn’t bring it’s own set of problems.

Before you came to Korea you had never had a mate before. Now in the new country, you managed to have collected two in a span of only a few weeks and you weren’t sure if they’d both willingly accept that or if they’d try to make you choose between them.

When he came to tell you everything was okay, Kun also told you he had to send Yangyang to one of the packs they were friends with’s places for a night or two so he would cool down. It didn’t make sense to send the newly arrived boy away as your first mate was obviously the aggressor in the situation given that he was the main one feeling territorial over one of his brother’s imprinting on you.

You hated that the alpha had to do such a thing because even if it was only for a short while, you’d miss him. But you knew it was overall for the best as now it gave you a little time to at least gain an introduction to the newly returned member of the pack.

Once Yangyang was sent away after he was allowed to take you back to your shared room to give you a quick kiss goodbye, you had started to try to fix the disheveled mess you called your hair while sitting on your bed. Though with only one good hand it went without saying that you fastly began having trouble controlling the disaster atop your head and were getting fed up with dealing with it.

Just as you reached out to your nightstand drawer to pull out a sharp pair of scissors to rid yourself of the annoyance once and for all, you caught the sound of the softest knock ever at your door. If it weren’t for your supernatural hearing abilities, you probably wouldn’t have even heard it due to how lightly it had been initiated.

“Come in!” You shouted with a racing pulse, your heart already picking up on who was trying to enter before your eyes were able to.

The door opened just enough for a doe eyed boy with silky hair to peak his head cautiously.

You figured that he was probably still concerned about Yangyang showing up and trying to kill him again even though he no doubt already knew he was taking his time away already.

You felt bad for it. You wouldn’t have wanted the way things took place to have been the way you were familiarized with the boy. But what could you do? You couldn’t turn back time. Not could you have seen what was going to happen before it went down anyways even if you did.

So you tried to reassure him it was safe in your own way, “You can relax, my guard dog was being overly territorial so he got sent to puppy school to be retrained.”

Though the boy slipped the remainder of his body fully through the door way while you were chuckling gently, he didn’t necessarily seem to be as amused by your joke as you were.

“That’s not too funny you know.” Hendery informed you tight lipped, cementing himself in the center of your room while twittling with his fingers clasped in front of him.

You found the move odd because you both already knew you were mates after the events from earlier and had no need to be so formal yet endearing because he was trying to be respectful enough to give you your space in case you were still struggling to come to terms with it. Most boys your age probably wouldn’t have cared. Yeah, he definitely had sisters that trained him to behave a certain way growing up alright.

You tilted your head to the side with a small smirk, “It’s a little funny.”

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, thoughts began to race through your head of potentially having offended him with your previous joke. It wasn’t your intention to do such a thing. It was just how you were, you made twisted jokes in less than ideal situations to break the ice.

Though all tension seemed to dissipate as soon as he playfully rolled his big eyes at you, “But we’re not dogs.” He tilted his head down, though not before you caught the microscopic smile that had appeared on his face.

It was a shy genuine one. One that made your heart do flips in your chest and made you realize just how pretty he was and just how bright his grin could be. You had only taken a small glance at him in the moments that took place before the chaos hit. He was absolutely breathtaking. It was a little bit intimidating just how jawdroppingly handsome he was. But you tried to brush off your budding nervousness you were sure he would sense and continued on.

“Yes,” You reasoned carefully while acting as though you were deeply thinking, “But you’re also not NOT dogs so…” You finished with an unbalanced shrug, causing the boy in front of you to shake his head and bring his attention to look down at his feet once more.

You patted the bed beside you with your still working hand and wondered whether or not he’d always be so timid with you, “Come here.” You requested, causing him to plop down on the bed next to you very hesitantly.

Bringing his chiseled jaw to hold in your hand, you observed his injuries firsthand, an action that clearly startled him as it was the first time he had had any sort of contact with you.

He had a bruise already beginning to brown and heal on the left side of his cheek. His mouth was cracked at the skin on the corner of his bottom lip and he had an already scabbed over cut on his forehead just above his brow. Over all, he didn’t look half bad considering what happened. And he still definitely obtained his good features. Which was something that, though you noticed more of as an after thought, nonetheless brought a tint of pink to your cheeks when you noticed he was looking right at you in quite close proximity.

You were sure he noticed based on the small knowing grin that appeared on his face, but you hurried it away with a sly cough and continued, “Hmm. Well I’d say he definitely hit you with a right hook based on the split lip you got there. But I’d say other than a few bumps and bruises you’ll live.”

“Worse has happened.” Hendery all but whispered in response automatically.

Because it was true. He had been through hell for more reasons than one. Back in Macau his family life was considered happy, but the city itself was not. He grew up fighting and doing shady shit to survive. When he came to Korea with his pack, nothing changed.

The pack had known some of what he did back home, and they treated him and talked about him as though the person he had to be back home was who he wanted to be as a person. So that’s who he became.

He got in fights, ran with a bad crowd, slept around with just about anyone that was willing, partied far too hard for far too long, and did god knows what else simply because it was what was expected of him by everyone else around him. He just didn’t know if you’d also think the worst of him by default because of his past or not. It was one of the two major reasons why he was treading lightly with you. He wasn’t sure if anyone had mentioned any of his past to you yet and he figured if they hadn’t, he’d have to break the news to you gently.

“Well,” You added, “Considering he took you by surprise, you look pretty good. Guess it’s good to know my mate’s not a complete wuss.” You giggled at him, though you weren’t sure why he gave you almost a hurt look in his eye back.

Instead you tried to change the subject, “Now that that’s settled,” You sighed, grabbing the comb and brush you had been using only minutes before the Macanese boy walked in, “Mind helping me with my hair?”

The pained look in Hendery’s gaze changed to that of confusion at your request, “Your… hair…?”

He was expecting you to start asking him more about himself so you two could get to know each other, at bare minimum he was expecting you to at least ask him basic things like his full name and age. He figured you two had a lot to unpack between each other and had a lot to figure out about your next steps should be. But then you went and asked that out of no where? Were you joking?

“Yeah,” You answered in almost a duh tone, like he needed to hurry up and get with the program, “I’ve got a bum arm that I can’t use and doing like 99.99% of any known hairstyle takes two good ones. I’ve been having Yangyang help me, but he doesn’t really know how to do it and definitely doesn’t care about how well it’s done so long as it’s up somehow and out of the way. And since it’s a mess, i need it redone again.” You chuckled as your other mate’s body nearly froze before you.

He was always more than willing to help you with any and every thing you needed or wanted. That was part of what it meant to imprint on someone after all. But that didn’t mean he was always the best at it. And that definitely didn’t mean he understood it or why it was important. Especially your hair.

“What makes you think I’d do any better of a job than him?” He questioned, still a little too stunned to say it above a whisper.

You shrugged as you thought back to some of the things you’d heard about him from the pack. They had told you where he was visiting, that that was where he was from, and a bit about his family that they all acted as if they had known forever. They talked about his parents and sisters, plural, and they always called him the baby of his family. So you figured that meant he was the baby. And if being a baby in his family meant the same things that it did in yours, he must’ve done everything with them growing up.

That’s why you assumed they taught him a few things about what it meant to be more feminine, “You have a few older sisters right?”

Hendery nodded slowly, somewhat curious as to how you already knew that with your current meeting together having been the first you’ve ever had. But he didn’t point that out out loud. Right now, he was really just lucky you’d even see him after the ordeal from earlier. So he wanted to stay on your good side by staying quiet.

“Then I’m sure they’ve used you as their little helper before or that you’ve at least picked up on a thing or two about how important a girl’s hair is to them. So would you help me?” You asked again, hair supplies held out to him in your only working hand.

“Uh,” He glitched in thought for a second, wondering if he really should attempt it before he saw the pleading look in your eyes and felt a zap in his chest, “O-Okay. Sure.” He finalized, knowing from the moment the aching sensation from his heart reached his brain that he’d do anything you requested of him with little to no hesitation.

“Thanks,” You expressed in gratitude as you handed the strange looking piece of plastic that was supposed to tame your never wavering locks to him.

You could both hear and feel him start to chip away at the various knots and tangles that had formed in your hair over the past few weeks before you finally spoke to dull the silence, “It’s been pretty bad lately I know,” you earnestly choked out in slight embarrassment, “Personally, I blame my old stylist. Guess I can fire him now that I’ve got you too.” You laughed at your own dumb joke.

“Is this all your natural hair?” He quipped, lightly combing through the partially matted material stuck to your head.

He really was intending for it to be a serious question. But he already had assumed the answer to it once he noticed only a minimal amount of hair was coming out onto the brush he was given. He really just didn’t want to have to dwell on the thought of you having to choose between either him or Yangyang. Because he was pretty sure he already knew what your answer would be to that question too.

“Hmm? Oh yeah it is. I mean, minus the rats nest that was so lovingly left alone yeah.” You snorted, as if him asking you such a question was silly to begin with.

The doe eyed boy grew up with three sisters. He knew saying the wrong thing would set in a whole world of problems he didn’t need at the moment.

So he did his very best to choose his next set of words as carefully as possible, “But it’s… i mean it looks so… curly…?”

“Well that would be because it’s naturally curly.” You replied to the wolf tackling your disaster area you called hair in a duh tone, doing what you could to keep as straight of a face as you could.

“Sorry I’m just-” He tried to concentrate on keeping his hands steady so he wouldn’t upset you further by accidentally dropping a stray strand.

But truthfully he was terrified of making you sad or angry. Which was strange considering he didn’t usually care much about what other people though of what he said or did. Usually the only people’s feelings he went out of his way to be considerate of were his mom and sisters. Now here he was to have a normal nice conversation with you while quaking in his boots.

Must be the mating pull, “It’s just… not a hair type we see on this side of the world all that often.” Hendery gulped, quickly flinging one lock of your hair over the other in distraction as he braced for some sort of violent reaction from you.

“Relax dude, I’m not ticked at you for asking or anything like that. I know it’s not the norm here. I’m just fucking with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you saw his face change from the corner of your eye from frightened to shocked.

It was definitely gonna take him some serious getting used to you before he was ready for your type of humor. Then again, you both had all the time in the world to get to know each other now. And there was nothing stopping you both since you already knew what he was.

“Do you… do this often?” Hendery quietly uttered, barely above a whisper.

“Do i do what often?” You yawned, suddenly feeling both tired and exhausted from the day’s unforeseen emotional breakdowns while he twirled another piece of hair between his fingertips.

He cleared his throat cautiously, almost as if mentioning whatever it was he was going to say out loud would land him in hot water, “The whole ‘acting like everything’s okay’ thing when it’s clearly not?”

You let a tiny snicker into the air before you cooled yourself once more and simply put your still viable hand up with a pointed finger, “It’s called selective denial and yes i happen to be quite good at it actually. You should just get used to it already. It’ll make everything easier for you, trust me.”

“I don’t think anything about this is easy.” The boy behind you sighed with a huff, clearly already dreading the coming conversations and difficult situations ahead.

You didn’t revel in having to imagine the challenges you’d have to face either. But what you really didn’t want in the moment was to hear your newly found mate’s spirit sound so crushed at the thought of it all. It made your heart ache in a way you had only felt with Yangyang. It was strange how quickly everything worked when it came to werewolves.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” You shrugged, wincing in pain towards the end as you nearly had forgotten about your previous injuries as you slightly turned to talk to Kunhang, “But there’s not much anyone can do about it so it is what it is.”

“I mean… you could always still deny one of us.” Hendery muttered quietly.

Though you’d only known Yangyang for a short time by normal people’s standards, he knew how the mating pull worked. You were already hopelessly in love with the younger boy. Kunhang knew he stood practically no chance of being the one who came out on top. He knew he was all but a dead man walking.

Even so, he would never blame you for it. He would’ve thought he usually would’ve been at least bitter about it as he could literally die. But knowing you’d still be alive and happy with someone you actually loved was enough to cease any form of protest his inner voice may have had.

“No.” You confidently declared, rerailing his lost train of thought.

Did he hear you correctly? Had you just said no?

“W-What do you mean no?” The cameo cut chiseled boy stuttered out loud, much to your amusement.

You shrugged your one good shoulder and partially moved your bad one out of habit, “I mean just as I said: No.”

The boy was perplexed. Had you not heard his statement correctly? Were you just trying to avoid what you both knew was coming? Or were you trying to be difficult simply because that was your personality?

“But i don’t unders-” Hendery tried to get some sort of clarity, but you swiftly cut him off.

You snorted as you felt him twist a chunk of your hair to shape it the way he wanted it to go to distract himself, “Doesn’t matter. The answers still no.”

Why wouldn’t you just give him an appropriate answer? Why did you just keep saying no? Why the hell did you have to be so damn stubborn? And why the hell did that make him like you so much more?

He attempted once more to point something out to no avail. “But what if-”

“Never gonna happen soooo Nope.” You insisted with an accentuated popping sound on the P in the word nope.

At that point, You yourself began to want to pull your hair out at the Macanese boy’s need to keep the topic at hand alive.

“But Yangyang will just get-” Hendery began to point out, again getting no where with his words.

You sighed a deep sigh as you butted in once more, “Don’t care. It’s not changing my answer which is and always will be no.”

You wanted to be patient truly. But every time he spoke of it part of your heart felt like it was starting to rip open. And you had been ripped open enough for one life time.

“But wouldn’t it be easier if y-” He started again, this time with a more pleading tone and no doubt giant puppy dog eyes before you kicked his whines down.

“What part of no aren’t you getting here?!” You snapped, distraught with having to keep up with the charade of your shielded humor deflecting personality.

As the boy behind you went tight lipped and silent after a small whimper escaped his chest, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You knew he was probably just as worried about everything as you were saddened by it. He was the invader in most of the others you lived with’s eyes.

You could tell he already thought himself a goner because everyone expected you to pick Yangyang. And, while part of you knew picking one would be easier, you just… couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It felt like you’d end up burying your own heart along with whichever one you’d end up having to bury in the ground. How could someone choose between their soulmates?

So you deeply exhaled to cool down and spoke again in a softer tone, “I just… I just can’t be the cause of anymore suffering or death. I- I can’t.”

Your voice broke at the end of your sentence as your mind began to think back to all the death that seemed to just pile around you. Your brothers. Your friends. Your grandparents. Your dad. Your mom.

Life after life seemed to just fall down the hour glass you found yourself trapped in while you continued to survive and breathe. The people you could save but didn’t. The people that you couldn’t save but tried to anyways. All of their names were a gruesome reminder that you were the angel of death. And everyone hated you for it.

The family you still had alive, the comrades you so valiantly fought with, yourself. Even Your own brother hated you so much for being the reason your own mother was lost that he refused to even visit you even though you had been living in his house for weeks. He didn’t even care about you anymore.

There was more blood surrounding you than there was inside you. And you couldn’t stand the thought of being the driving force behind more people’s demises. You just couldn’t.

Looking down at your lap and fiddling with your lame hand using your working fingers, you forced yourself to finish your thought, “So there will be no denying of anyone on my end. If one of you wants to reject or deny, you’re more than welcome to. I wouldn’t blame either of you if you did. But i won’t be doing any such thing. I’ve had enough death to last a lifetime.”

“Okay.” Hendery whispered as he wordlessly continued his taming of your wild hair.

What you thought was an uncomfortable silence seemed to swarm around the room you found yourself stuck in everyday tensely and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So you did what you always did when you were uneasy: made dark jokes.

“Besides, even if I did want to deny one of you, it could end up killing me to and why would I want that?” You crackled out loud with a snort.

“Why would it kill you?”

You didn’t know for a 100% fact that it would, but if you were anything it was someone who always looked at the facts. And fact of the matter was, no one hadn’t a single clue what you were for certain.

“Because I’m not really all that human.” You informed him, naturally just assuming no one had explained your particularly uncommon situation to him in the .5 seconds he had actually been home before he was ambushed by your other mate.

The boy behind you cocked his head to the side in curiosity, “So you’re a wolf then? Like your brother and the rest of us?”

Dejun had explained to him that he couldn’t quite get a read on why you smelt so… strange. But he had never actually fully went into detail about just what he had meant by strange either as usually when they spoke of how aggravating you were, it would remind him of his frustrating situation with his own mate. Then he’d just go back to crying and rhetorically asking where he had gone wrong with her. One problem at a time.

“Not exactly. But I’m not human either.” You stated simply.

This was also true. You weren’t exactly a human. Your senses were a lot sharper. Your hearing was spectacular. Your vision was far beyond perfect. Your sense of smell was something only thought possible in movies. You were freakishly strong before your crash and could run for hours before you got even the slightest bit exhausted. You were unbelievably well coordinated and flexible too, things that made you the most wanted solider by units from all over in hand to hand combat alone.

But you couldn’t exactly call yourself a werewolf either. You couldn’t shift into a big furry animal like they could. Your teeth and nails didn’t elongate when you were angry and weren’t sharp enough to cut through solid rock. You didn’t feel any specific pull to anyone other than those you were related to before you met Yangyang and Hendery. Your eyes didn’t even change color the way theirs did and they weren’t naturally goldish either.

So most of the time you just gave a null answer as to what you were because fact was no one knew. And you refused to gamble in the game of life. Hence why you could only default in figuring that if you denied/neglected one of your mates you’d die same as they would. It was the safer bet.

Now it was the male’s turn to snort, “So what are you then?”

“I… don’t really know what I am.” You swallowed a bit harsher than you had intended before speaking again, “ I just know what I’m not.”

“And you know you’re not human…” He cautiously repeated back to you.

“Yes.”

“And that you’re also not a wolf…” Kunhang deadpanned.

You turned your head upward slightly and gave him the prettiest smile he had ever received from anybody with a giggle, “Exactly. Now you’re getting it.”

“I’m really not.” He grinned back automatically, as if your sudden little burst of pride at his very not real understanding of the situation was contagious.

The only thing he knew he understood after seeing you was why Kun and Sicheng had been so insufferable from an outside view for all the time he had known them.

All those times he’d walk into the kitchen to see Kun feeling Yue up as she squeeled with glee, all the moments where Sicheng randomly dropped his hand to reach for Daiyu’s as they sat sandwiched on the coach. Imprinting really hit them like they were being mowed down on a highway. And the way Kunhang wanted to just grab your cheeks and smother you with kisses. Now he knew just how hard it was to even be near one’s mate without wanting to be physically absorbed into one. His geges must’ve been saints for restraining their urges.

“Yeah,” You huffed in defeat with pursed lips, “Me either. But what can you do you know? I was always taught to live based on what life throws at you, not what you want in life. So whether I’m human or a wolf or none of the above, it doesn’t matter. I’ll still be the same old me as i was the day before.”

You rolled with the punches. That was something Hendery could admire. You were good with weird and strange. And you didn’t complain. You seemed to genuinely be fine with what was given to you cosmically. None of which could be said for himself.

“Nice philosophy i suppose,” he wet his cracked lips out of habit, “Who taught you to be that way?”

“My dad. He thought the same way about life.” You hummer in remembrance of your beloved father.

“And where is he?” Kunhang asked without thinking.

Which was a mistake on his part.

“Well…” You paused, trying to not dwell too much on the past trauma and wanting to keep things light, “Probably six feet under by now. Though I’m not sure the bombing’s probably disturbed the cemeteries by now too.”

You were brought to his pack half dead and barely breathing. Dejun had told him that the guy that brought you didn’t even want to bring you, but that he had no other choice. He should’ve realized that that meant you had no one else but your brother to turn to. He just never had to think about stuff like that before he met you. Now he knew.

“Oh w-wow,” The wolf stuttered in shock, “I didn’t- I mean no one-no one told me. I didn’t mean to-” He started to yammer on in disbelief once he realized the can of worms he had no doubt opened before you let it roll off you back.

You didn’t want him upset. And you definitely didn’t want to linger on the thought again. Last time the crying took nearly everything out of you and you ended up being so dehydrated that they thought you’d die. You had to chill out.

“Don’t worry about it. Like i said. I try not to think too hard into anything i can’t change. And his death isn’t something that can, so there’s no point in dwelling on it.”

Nervously, Hendery tried to change the topic to get your mind off what had apparently happened to your father as per your own wishes, “What about the rest of your family? Where are they? Besides Ten anyways.”

“Gone too. All my parents, grandparents, and siblings are dead. Except Chitta that is.”

Of course he just had to dig his grave with you even deeper by making the conversation even more heavy.

But he was nothing if not determined, so he once again attempted to take your mind off of everything, “Siblings? As in plural? I thought it would’ve only been Ten.”

“No,” You chuckled at the amount of panic coming from the boy, “He was definitely NOT my only sibling. I mean, he was my only one from my moms side sure. But my dad had a bunch of other kids.”

“So you had a bunch of brothers and sisters then?” He stayed on the path of siblingship for the time being as it seemed to be the safest one he could find.

“Brothers,” You corrected him, “But yeah. I had 12 total at one point. I was the only girl.”

If eyes could actually fall out of their sockets, you were positive your mate would’ve looked like a little cartoon mouse about to be eaten by an angry cat in horror.

“The Only girl??” He exaggerated, not even being able to fathom the thought of being the only boy in such a large family, “I mean- Sounds like it Must’ve been lonely.”

Sure he came from a relatively large family by Chinese standards and yeah okay he was technically the only boy in said family. But your family was reality TV show big in size. And you being such a tiny little girl surrounded by older brothers sounded very intimidating.

“Eh,” You scrunched your nose, “Not really. My brothers never let me feel left out. They just treated me like another one of the boys.”

Then you went on to explain some of the ways they kept you in the loop as kids. Like when they would all start horsing around and had you be the referee to call for interferences. Or how whenever they entered into a sport your dad would enter you in the exact same one as them, usually on the exact same team too.

You talked about how they had you working on their cars with them and about how they taught you to do sneaky pranks with them on each other. And how they’d even dress you pretty similarly to them when you were little so you’d be just another one of the guys and would stand out less amongst them.

“And that’s a good thing?” The boy towered over you to give you a questionable look of worry.

“Wasn’t it a good thing that your sisters treated you like one of the girls every now and then so you wouldn’t have felt discluded?” You countered, giving him a knowing smirk in return.

“That’s- a good question,” Kunhang thought in a moment of silence,“I… don’t know.” He finally came to his conclusion with a giggle.

“Well I always liked it.” You nodded proudly at your family life, “It made me feel like I always had the others to back me up.”

You never felt alone around them. In fact, you never really were alone back home. They were always around. With so many kids, you basically developed the buddy system subconsciously so you’d have a never ending supply of friends to play with. Just when one brother would go to school or had to join the war front, the next would take his place and continue where the last had left off with you. It was comforting. You’d never had that again.

“Plus, my dad used to say if he had one more girl to deal with he would’ve literally imploded so it was probably best that they raised me like my brothers.” You chuckled sadly, the memories of your once happy family going up into flames about as quickly as your plane had fallen from the sky.

“So where were you in the birth order?” Guanghang asked once he realized you were starting to go down the rabbit hole of despair.

“Lucky number 13.”

You were the last one. A sentence that was once figurative had now become completely literal. You were the last one standing. All because you were ‘lucky.’

But if you were truly so lucky, why did the thought of such a name now fill your heart with such anguish? Why did you now have to continue on without people you thought you’d get decades with? How was that lucky? How was that fair?

“That’s what everyone called me anyways. I never felt very lucky though.” You spoke honestly, once more looking at your lap.

“Why’s that?” Your mate quizzed.

“Well for starters,” You began, “I can’t even do my own hair anymore.”

“So you’re not gonna get any better?” Hendery questioned politely, trying not to upset you.

But he wasn’t hurting you. You knew he wasn’t meaning his words in a bad or negative way. He just wanted answers same as anyone else would. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he wasn’t even positively sure about what had happened to you in the first place. You still weren’t fully sure.

“No probably not. I mean, I can feel a little more in my hand every now and then,” You gripped your bad hand in your lap open and slightly closed a few times as you spoke, “Though it hurts like a bitch still. Daiyu and Sicheng seem to be in agreement that i might have some chance to gain more function in it if i try hard enough. But the leg’s completely fucked up for good.”

“How do they know that?” Kunhang meekly voiced.

“Well when I first got hurt, they had me laying with my legs bent at an angle on my side so that they could clean them off and stop some of the bleeding. But that, coupled with having to sit on an airplane for hours, looks like caused my ligaments to heal in different positions and at different lengths than they should be.” You gave him the rundown of what you had learned from Sicheng and his mate before they had gone on maternity/paternity leave to take care of their newborn son.

Though they used much bigger words than that and seemed to only confuse you even more. You eventually looked it up with the internet access you found yourself having a surplus’s of in your endless free time, “That’s something that can only be fixed by a surgeon and since we don’t know whether or not my fucked up gene pool has any wolf DNA…” You trailed, letting his imagination run with your silence.

“Oh man.” He commented sadly under his breath.

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, “I can’t really even stand on it straight. I have to have people’s help to walk, well let’s be honest, limp, most places really. It’s super ugly.”

“I’m sorry.” Hendery apologized so earnestly to you that you almost broke your rule of showing no weakness to anyone and began tearing up.

But instead, you blinked back your tears and lied, “Eh don’t be. It’s fine.”

You weren’t fine. That he was sure of. He could just hear how broken your situation made you feel. He could also hear how hard you were trying to stay strong. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to do that around him. He wanted to be someone you could rely on, someone whose shoulder you could cry on.

“You don’t sound like it’s fine.” He remarked on your behavior.

Shrugging, you brushed him off, “Just another side effect of war i guess.”

“Wars aren’t any fun.” Kunhang continued your thought.

Which left you confused for a few reasons. The main one being that you weren’t really sure just how or if he knew anything about what it meant to actually be in a war.

You were always jealous of other countries and how they had it easy compared yo you and your people. You secretly hated that they sat safe in their homes and complained of their life and hardships completely cushioned as the people you knew wondered just how they’d feel their families that night or live to see the next day. You figured he was one of those people.

And because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel less validated, you decided to bring it up in a kinder way than your brain had originally thought of, “But I heard china’s war wasn’t really that bad. I mean, i know it turned into a super strict military dictatorship. But i thought that the citizens didn’t really get hurt by bombings and stuff.”

“On the mainland you’d be right yeah. Not in Hong Kong and Macau though.” He explained.

His words confused you even more, “What do you mean?”

“We were already fighting the mainland for independence before the war broke out. But when the restrictions started getting worse, we fought back 10 times harder than we had before. And we were punished for it.” Hendery gulped deeply as he remembered his own experience.

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words, “I- I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

How could you have been so wrong? How could you ever be so judgmental of someone you literally hardly even knew the name of? What was so wrong with you that made you such a cold hearted bitch?

“It’s alright,” He sadly smiles, “We got out just before they leveled the place, so my family made it.”

When you shifted to look back at him, his eyes stared back at you with a vacancy behind them, “But that didn’t mean we weren’t practically buried alive in the remains of whatever building we were in when the decided to send the bombshell down sometimes.”

Flashes of terror hit the forefront of his mind of his sisters and mom. They were screaming and crying and praying to a god they didn’t even believe in that they’d make it through the night over and over again. And all Kunhang could do was help his dad hold them securely and silently plead too.

You on the other hand had guilt hit you in the gut like a truck at ever questioning him to begin with. You were about to apologize to him once more before a realization hit you, “But wait,” you thought back to his previous words speaking about the war in China, “You only said Macau and Hong Kong. Why not Taiwan? Hasn’t China been trying to take them too for a long time?” You asked, remembering Yangyang’s words of his own homeland.

“Y-Yeah,” Guanghang’s voice broke in a stutter before he cleared his throat to gain some composure, “They have. But just before the war broke out,” He cleared his throat once more, “They got a new president. He was corrupt and the mainland bought him and Taiwan’s government to stay out of trouble in exchange for boosting the economy and the change in their own pockets.”

“But why- why would they do that? Surely the Taiwanese people would’ve fought back their own government’s decision no?” You almost rhetorically pushed out, partially out of anger, partially out of horror.

You listened as the male behind you brokenly let out a dry hum, “A lot of them wanted to,” Hendery confirmed with a small nod, “But it eventually came down to either having food in their stomachs or fighting for their own moral beliefs. And knowing how cruel the government had become, I can’t say i blame them for just choosing not to starve to death.”

“Yangyang’s never brought it up…” You stated, shocked your other mate had never told you the extent to which his own people had been forced into submission.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t break it up because the thought pained him or if he just genuinely didn’t feel the need to bring it up. Another part of you wondered if he was always far too worried and concerned for you and your jagged background that he never thought it okay to mention his own.

Hendery let a smile of gratefulness form on his face, “Yeah. He didn’t have to live through it back home. Because of his dad’s work, they lived in Germany and London through most of it. We found him after we escaped the war when he was studying here.”

Unbeknown to you, your mate started falling face first into his own pit of despair, “When we first got here you know, we didn’t even have a place to stay. When we hopped off the ship we stowed away on, we made our way to the mountains and stayed in a cave. It wasn’t until Yue enrolled in school that we met Yangyang and his family.”

Your heart hurt for him. You didn’t just hear your mate’s pain, you felt it. Right next to your own heart beating. And it was soul crushing.

Why hadn’t your other mate told you about how he met his pack? Why did the pack’s story have to be so gut wrenching?

“Once his family realized our situation. They bought us this place and had us stay here. Yangyang being meant to be the pup in our pack was just an added thing,” He emphasized the family’s kindness and generosity, “They would’ve let us stay here without him since they could afford to give him his own place. We owe a lot to them.” The Macanese boy spoke his last sentence just above a whisper.

The more his mind wandered, the more horrible He felt. Yangyang and his family had been nothing but kind to him and the others. And he payed them all back by imprinting on you.

He knew he’d never be able to find it within himself to regret doing it because one, he couldn’t help it and two, you were still his mate.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel awful about pretty much stabbing the Liu family in the back with his animalistic instinct. If there was anyway he thought he could change your mind about denying one of them, he would have you deny him.

Your newer mate knew just how devastated the pup would be at your decision to not deny either of them. He knew how much the toll of having to share you would take on his mental health.

Kunhang would do anything to prevent the anger and hurt he knew the youngest of your little love triangle was going through. But even though he’d known you less than a day, he knew you’d never listen to him. So he was stuck with a gut wrenching guilt that would more than likely never go away.

And of course you easily figured out the mental battle Hendery was having with himself once his voice trailed away and went quiet.

You being you, you did what you always did, “You staying in a cave? Nah I dont know i don’t buy it?”

Could you have found some other way to comfort him? Sure. But you weren’t that great with feelings and quite frankly, you thought that he wasn’t either. So keeping things playful was your best bet at getting him back to a healthy state of mind.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he began to question what you meant as he was only partially hearing what you had said, “H-Huh?”

“I’m just saying, with your good looks, if you told me you didn’t even know what the word camping meant, I’d probably believe you. So i just don’t buy that you’d stay in a cave.” You shrugged, earning a small scoff from your mate.

“I’ve been camping before. AND stayed in a cave before brat.” He rolled his eyes, a smile creeping up on his mouth quicker than he’d care to admit.

You fake gasped, “And you made it through? You weren’t too traumatized from like, breaking a nail, to keep in functioning afterwards?”

“You’re such an ass,” You could practically hear the eye roll coming from behind you, “Do you really think I’m that much of a pretty boy damn”

Giggling moderately hard at that point, you decided to drop the teasing slightly and deliver him some truth, “I’m only fucking with you. Mostly anyways. I mean, you are pretty much the human embodiment of Prince Charming and all. But I’m sure you’re not that much of an uptight jerk. Just figured I’d get your mind off of wherever it was it had sank to ‘s all.”

While he was a little hurt somewhere inside that you’d already tried to peg him as some dickwad who only cared about his looks, he had to admit you definitely made his mind flip a switch to do a complete 180 and gave him a better thought process.

You took his mind off of what was plaguing him. And he was sure you were kidding based on the cute smile laced with hidden intentions stationed on your face.

He snickered, “Yeah well if I’m Prince Charming, doesn’t that make you some sort of princess?”

His offensive teasing started to work and now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Yeah well, you look like a story book character. I don’t.”

Though you didn’t fit the conventional standards of beauty he was used to: fair skin, straight hair, dark eyes with a rounded small face; he could easily call you the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

“Mmm don’t think so. I’d say you’re a princess, princess.” Kunhang smirked at you from above as he finished tying off some of his work on your hair.

“Pfff. Whatever you say Prince Charming.” You joked back at him with a laugh.

“Why Prince Charming?” Hendery made a disgusted pained face at the remention of the new nickname you had given him.

You gave a slight hesitation at his question,“What? You don’t like fairy tales?“

You had really only meant it as a joke or some sort of had acted reference due to the fact that he was helping you with your problem without having known you even the littlest bit and had a face only god himself would’ve been allowed to create. But seeing his face retract at the idea worried you.

“Not really.” In fact, he kind of hated them, “Even if i did, i wouldn’t be the hero of it all like a prince,” he stated honestly before he whispered under his breath, “In fact, if you ask anyone else here they’d probably say I’m more of the villain type.”

Everyone thought he was just some sort of man whore. It wasn’t that he even liked sex or anything more than the average guy.

He just partied a little too hard sometimes because of who he associated with. It was like a requirement to them that he did.

And yeah of course that generally meant ending the night in somebody’s bed doing what every college kid did at some point.

But he wasn’t originally like that. He didn’t originally plan on being some sort of fuck boy everyone tried to sleep with or hang around to do bad things with. He just… became that way.

He didn’t want to admit that just yet to you. He didn’t want you to judge him or get mad at him. He couldn’t change his past, even if now he would’ve given anything to if it meant starting over for you.

“If you say so,” you shrugged, “But you wanna know something?”

Kunhang tilted his head aside, “What?”

“I’ve always preferred the villains anyways. They’re the ones that make the story interesting.” You winked, giggling as you watched his face drop.

His eyes widened in surprise, “You speak Cantonese?!?!?”

You laughed at him once more, “Yeah i do. No one told you?”

“No, no one told me!” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance, wondering why at least his fellow cantonese speaking packmate didn’t give him a heads up, “I figured you’d speak at least basic Mandarin because you’re half Chinese like Ten. But why the hell do you speak Cantonese?”

It was a longer story than you wanted to get into. So you have him the shortened version, “A childhood friend i grew up with. He and his family were refugees from Guangdong during the early parts of the war. I had his family teach me Cantonese growing up so they wouldn’t feel so alone.”

Truth be told you mainly didn’t want to tell him because the thought of even talking about your best friend hurt. You hadn’t heard from him since he left you in Korea to be taken care of by your brother and his pack. You didn’t know if he was safe or even alive.

“So is there anything else i should know about you that they neglected to tell me?”

You figured he’d just learn everything he needed to know on the job as your mate much like Yangyang was.

But you couldn’t think of anything he urgently needed to know about you, “I dont know. I don’t think so. I’m not very interesting, you know, aside from the bum leg and the fucked up arm that is.”

“I doubt that.” Hendery scoffed.

“It’s true.” Well it was either true or you just honestly didn’t care enough in the moment to think too deeply into your life.

You were bringing a lot of emotional baggage with you from your home and you knew it would take you forever to unpack.

His mouth created a raspberrying sound, “No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” Sort of anyways.

“Nope. You’re a liar. Fake news.” Hendery didn’t buy it.

How could you possibly think you weren’t interesting? You practically fell into their laps after nearly dying from some freak accident. Who could ever call that uninteresting?

“Seriously. No one finds the stuff i do or how i am intriguing. I’m pretty boring.”

The Macanese boy snickered, “Boring? You could literally tell me why you think the sky’s green not blue and we both know I’d listen like you’d just given me the winning million dollar lottery numbers. That’s not something a boring person could do.”

While him saying he’d listen to you no matter what made your heart jump, you knew it wasn’t just because he found everything you said to be naturally interesting. It was the pull.

“That’s only because you imprinted on me. I could throw up on you right now but you’d look at me like you had just fallen in love with me and you know it.” You defiantly added.

“Alright then have it your way you stubborn little baby you.” The nickname he gave you made your stomach burst into butterflies, “But just because you think you’re lame doesn’t mean i don’t want to know more about you.”

“What is is you’d like to know?”

“I don’t know,” He thought genuinely about what it was he’d want to know about you before he settled on some very basic questions he figured he should probably get out of the way, “Do you only speak Chinese and Cantonese then? Or are you secretly a dog whisperer too?”

“Considering I somehow managed to get myself two mates in the span of like a month, I probably am a dog whisperer!” You laughed while Hendery rolled eyes at your sad joke, “I speak Mandarin, Cantonese, Russian, Thai, and my native language and it’s sign language.”

“Sign language? Why sign language?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, “You gotta be able to talk to your fellow soldiers without talking much when you’re trying to be all sneaky sneakying.”

“Sneaky sneakying? What are you actually a baby? Or are you just plain dumb?” He laughed at you lovingly, finally coming out from behind you and sitting in front of you, pulling one of your hands into his in the process on instinct.

He wasn’t even sure you liked PDA. And usually he wouldn’t have been one for it. But something about your cute presence made him just want to hold you in his arms forever. But since he wasn’t just that familiar with you yet, his mind seemed to settle for holding your hand.

“No,” You blushed at the suddenly contact, “I’d say between the two of us you’d be the dumb one here.”

“Why do you say that? You don’t know me. For all you know i could be Albert Einstein princess.” He attempted to hold a less than enthusiastic face, though his thin lined mouth quickly turned up into a cheeky grin.

At that point, it felt like you face was on fire from the nickname usage. You wouldn’t have ever pegged him as someone who would’ve used them. Now here he was throwing them out into the open freely, shocking you.

Little did you know, your original hypothesis was correct. Or at least, it normally would’ve been. But something about being around you made him want to be… romantic and cheesy.

He wasn’t too sure why the urge was so strong so early on. But he wasn’t gonna complain if you weren’t. And you definitely had no plans of doing such a thing.

“Truuuue,” You agreed “But to counter, I’m pretty sure a smart person wouldn’t imprint on their packmate’s new mate.” You countered.

“Yeah in hindsight i walked into that one.” He looked down at your hands as he tried to stifle a laugh.

You snorted, “Literally!” You nearly shouted, thinking about how he walked into the living room for the first time after getting back home and getting attacked after Yangyang realized he imprinted on you.

After that, you both sat there in a comfortable silence as the older boy began to play with the fingers of your good hand. Neither of you were completely positive of what you future would hold. You weren’t sure how Yangyang would react or if the rest of the pack would even respect your decision.

But you knew at least for the time being, you wanted to savor the moment you found yourself in with your new mate for at long as you could. Because for all you knew, it could’ve been the last one you’d ever get with him.

(Updated 8/13/22)

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hi just got some munningham brain rot to share. Maybe this is due to the anti’s but I don’t think Eddie and Chrissy would get together in hs. Like I LOVE the idea of popular x freak and all the fun that comes w it but hear me out

Eddie is clearly a very caring guy. He actively made a space to help and protect outcast and bullied kids so they don’t feel alone. Chrissy herself isn’t too different tbh she’s just in the popular crowd but she clearly feels alone if she couldn’t even tell her boyfriend about her nightmares or eating disorder. I feel like Eddie and the fact she feels safe w him after a few months of them just hanging out and trusting each other she’d eventually open up to him and Eddie isn’t an idiot he clearly notices something was up within the first few minutes of them meeting so I think he’d totally clock she isn’t mentally okay.

I feel like for the remainder of their senior year he’d care more about trying to help her with her mental health and encourage her to open up more to her counsellor than actively try to peruse a relationship because he isn’t the sort of guy to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state of mind (not that people struggling mentally can’t be in loving relationships it’s just at that point w her breaking up w her boyfriend and dealing w her home life it would just be less important to him than making sure she feels like she has someone to truly rely on). I think they’d still flirt but just more they are on that line of is this jokes or do we truly mean it. Cue mutual pinning!!

Ofc as they grow the others would make comments about them but I feel like they’d both laugh it off and be like ‘what no us were just friends totally just friends 100% for sure haha…ha’ and be totally oblivious as to if the other actually likes them. Dustin would 100% be getting grey hair dealing w them and Steve (and Nancy…). They’d have moments over the years of them being like oh shit are we having a moment or is this just normal or the typical about to kiss and the kids burst in vibes. But the mutual pinning would be so strong.

Eventually they’re like 23 or smth Eddie is still touring w his band Chrissy number one fan ofc who’s doing great maybe she’s got a job as a dance teacher which is a hc I low-key love I feel like she’d be so cute w kids (but also her studying psychology or smth is also a vibe give me therapist Chrissy telling Eddie random facts about how the brain works). And maybe it’s time for some jealousy… eddie’s band getting attention and we can see he’s a fine man girls and guys wouldn’t be shy to flirt w him in front of Chrissy and ooof our girlie is conflicted rn cos possessive Chrissy is fun. The urge to be like ‘sorry he’s mine’ is so strong and if Eddie was like ‘hey can we pretend to be a thing to get these people to leave me alone’ her brain goes poof and heart goes boom pretending to be a proper couple in front of his fans. And it’s not hard to believe considering Eddie’s already been dedicating songs to her for YEARS hell give me Eddie learning Chrissy’s fave pop song and putting a metal spin on it PLEASE. Ofc Eddie is no better w his reactions he’s getting flushed w his arm around her and her looking at him like that. Now to be honest Chrissy probably has enough people hitting on her in general. She’s the queen of Hawkins high and a rep like that would probably stick not to mention the rumour mill when she started hanging w Eddie. Eddie picking her up from work when random dads try to keep her talking and ofc scary dog privileges come w Eddie and his rep. Eddie would defo feel jealous about the fact so many people hit on Chrissy but she’s always rejecting them which makes no sense to him but then again no one deserves an angel like her. Maybe some Eddie not feeling like enough angst considering he’s quite a vulnerable guy himself.

I feel like eventually all this would ofc come to a head in some big stupidly cheesy romantic scene which Eddie would totally comment on just for Chrissy to finally kiss him to shut him up for once as he’s just like brain empty. And that’s as far as my silly brain rot has gotten so I hope you enjoy sorry for the length just the years of mutual pinning would be so good and I’m someone who calls friends to lovers dull but if it’s them I’m on board.

Please don't tell me antis are still bitching about their age-gap?

Hi and again sorry for the late reply and YEEESSS to the mutual pining/slow burn I live for it lol, and I do 100% agree with you. I think it would kind of make sense for them to not be together like, instantly, despite the chemistry between them. I love the idea of them really get to know each other and spend time together to make up for the lost time🥰, and like you said, Eddie is a very caring person(like even in his last moment, he still made sure that Dustin would look after the lost sheep for him and told Dustin he loves him) and Chrissy, who's clearly suffered a lot. I think Eddie would just put her well-being first and focus on healing her wounded soul (time for Eddie to work his magic and become Chrissy's salvation, and vice versa)

Not to mention they both think each other as "mean and scary", not literally ofc, but because their own insecurity and personal problems, I suppose it will be pretty hard for them to approach each other, to actually make a move and go there? So yeah, would love an ultimate slow burn and desperate longing and all that delicious sexual tensionss then just slowly work their way into a beautiful and healthy relationship. 💅🏻✨

I feel like Wayne Munson would be the perfect character to really help Eddie and Chrissy with their romantic relationship? Imagine the three of them go on a vacation where Eddie was doing some dumb shit or just being Eddie while Chrissy and Wayne just sit there watching him with a fond smile, and Wayne would take the opportunity to open up to her about Eddie and everything...and Chrissy suddenly realize that oh shit I'm in love with him. And we know Wayne and Eddie would give Chrissy the "family" that she truly deserves. Anyway, I'm not a writer by any means so I will stop here but for all the fantastic Eddissy writers out there, please explore the relationship between Eddie, Chrissy and Wayne Munson more I would love to read it 🥺

As for jealous Chrissy, I had this silly little headcanon where Chrissy would get jealous of Eddie's sweetheart🎸

because Chrissy overheard Eddie talking to her 🎸 and how much he loves her when Chrissy literally thought they were going to get together and she became super upset and sulky. Eddie notices it and eventually finds out the reason and can't stop smiling like an idiot while secretly enjoys the jealous very much 😏 and one day He just asks Chrissy out and tells her: “ listen Cunningham, I really want you to meet the woman of my life, and then ta-da it's a fucking guitar 🎸then proceeds to confess his love for her, because Chrissy is the one and only (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و💖 It’s ridiculous, I know 🤣

Again, I don’t think I am making sense lol so sorry for the nonsense and thank you very much for sharing it with us!! 🥺

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