#i just hope you can be here. i hope you can directly witness a better world

[uncanny-tranny]

If there is only one thing I would want to tell all trans people, it is this:

Please make it. You are worth it to see a better future; we will make this world kind. You are so needed, you are so wanted. We will make this world somewhere worth our light. I hope you can be by my side forever, I hope we can bask in the beauty of this world. I love you, trans person reading this.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #i understand if it's hard to survive; there will never be judgement for you if it is hard #i just hope you can be here. i hope you can directly witness a better world #i love all of you trans people (platonically but still filled with love and care) #you are worth the effort it takes to make this world better

[starillusion13]

I Know it's weird to ask erm.... but Can you pleaseeee do the four seasons of love one with Yunho version because I want to imagine him in that fic and am currently obsessssssed with YUNHO. I know I can read the fic inserting his name but stilll PLEASE IF YOU CAN DO IT.

FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE (Yunho ver.)

Pairing: Ateez! Yunho × f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life.But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

W.C: 4.2k+

Network: @k-vanity @cultofdionysusnet

A/n: don't accuse me for plagiarism coz if you have read this fic before then you must have read the Chanyeol ver.This plot is basically inspired from his solo songs but I had literally Yunho on my mind for this but as I had a request for Chanyeol oneshot so I used this. Thanks to the anon for making me post it.

Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

"Why should I live now?"

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

"Why can't everyone be happy?"

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone's priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves.

Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

"Can I fly alone?"

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper Its okay. I'm here for you.. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel...you are not good for anyone.

"Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don't even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

"If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try."

Better option? Death. You don't see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone's story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, I should have asked you the same, little angel."

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

"I'm not in a mood for your jokes."

"I'm asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?"

"Can't you just leave and let me be alone for once?"

Silence. That's what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side.

Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you....... To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

"Yunho?..”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it's challenging you to look away.

“You are still here.....I thought-“

"You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here." His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He 'tsch' and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

"Why?"

Why? It's obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can't take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

"Please..go away...if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away."

"Do I hurt you?"

"Huh?"

"Do I hurt you with my teasing?"

"I d-don't know." No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?"

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. "Do I burden you?"

No.

You want to scream but you can't utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

"Do you hate me?"

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn't think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don't know whether it's bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

"Yunho...don't ask me this." Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

"Why?"

"I, myself don't know how to respond you."

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

"Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can't see you broken like this anymore. You don't know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying."

"What are you saying?"

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I-n-no...I'm fine."

"Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always."

"Why are you being like this Yunho? I hate when people show me comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away."

No, please don't go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn't budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

"This is why I never approached you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that's why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn't want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

"Different kind of feelings?"

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those slight dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

"Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly."

"Yaaa." You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Yunho. The tease who doesn't leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

"I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-"

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

"But?" your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

"But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don't want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N."

"Why are you doing this, Yunho?"

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

"I can't see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please."

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don't even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?"

"Hmmm...”

"Let's go home. You will catch cold like this."

"I don't want to go home."

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

"What are you doing? Put me down."

"Well, if you don't go by your own then l'm taking you like this."

"Yaaa put me down. You don't even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

"Hm that's right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I'm taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let's go before you really die of this cold."

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

"No. I will not go with you.?

"And I'm not leaving you here."

"Yunho...”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Yunho’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

"Yunho...” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. "Why?"

"What?"

"Are you really caring for me because we are.....we know each other?"

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

"Because you are my four seasons of love."

"Huh?" Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn't say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn't get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn't notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

"Is that your family?"

"Yes. That's our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn't budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone's apartment.

"Are you really going to stand here in these clothes?It's already raining again and I don't think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts."

"But I can wait until it stops raining.”

"You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don't want someone to fall sick in my place.”

"Its okay."

"Do you want me to change your clothes or what?"

"Yaaa Yunho."

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

"What are you doing there?"

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

"It's not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

"I love you, Y/N."

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don't want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don't want to lose him too.

"Don't. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it's better how we are now with each other. Like just...friends."

“Don't you want to hear my answers to your question?"

"Which one?"

"Why you are my four seasons of love?"

"Hm...Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons."

"Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?"

"Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you."

"What?"

"Let's start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning."

"Summer?"

"Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other's depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance."

"Fall? Will our love fall here?"

"No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don't think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

"Winter?…….”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing."

"One more thing?"

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his puffy cheeks again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

"Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways."

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

"Let me love you, Y/N.”

"Yunho. What if I don't deserve you?"

"We don't know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don't want you to lose hope on me. Please don't leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you, Yunho. I love you."

"I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

"I love to see you smile when it is raining."

"I love to see your soft puffy cheeks when you smile."

"And my teasings?"

"Yunho....” you whine on his ask.

"You will always be my four seasons of love."

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other's happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and. And he to you?

"And,You will be my sunshine in every season."

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[thatgirl4815]

Ray's Feelings

Ray's process of falling in love with Sand has such nuance to it that I think gets horribly overshadowed by his actions alone, not their context. Yes, Ray mistreats Sand. Yes, Ray has a lot to apologize for. But I think Ray is a broken person who has a lot to apologize for because he's in a situation that he is grossly under-equipped, both mentally and emotionally, to handle.

@victorialovesstiles' post here includes a great discussion of the moment Ray becomes fully aware of Sand's feelings for him in Ep8. Up to this point, I don't think Ray tried to pin down exactly how he felt for Sand because the situation didn't necessitate it. He and Sand were "friends," and that label was always fine with Ray, until it wasn't enough anymore, until Sand couldn't put up with it. Looking back on all of this progression, I'd argue Ray has had feelings for Sand for as long as Sand has had feelings for him, but he hasn't been in a place to confront them the same way Sand has. It makes sense given that Sand is the one in the bad spot, watching Ray chase after Mew. If their situations had been reversed, I think Ray would've had to contend with his feelings much more directly much earlier.

Ray makes comments like this that point to the depth of his feelings, but he never truly vocalizes them outright until later in Ep9. Ray realizing how happy he is with Sand and admitting to that is the first step in the recognition of his true feelings, that he sees Sand as more than a good friend who takes care of him and just so happens to sleep with him.

Ray's feelings are strong, but they are also delicate, as demonstrated by the fight at Sand's apartment in Ep10. This dialogue in particular:

Ray thinks he deserves to be upset for having his emotions played with, which says more than anything how much Ep9 meant to him. It's also important in the context of money, because Ray's self-worth is so heavily influenced by what he can offer other people: if nothing else, he has always had his wealth to fall back on. And here is Sand claiming to love him, but all Ray can see is someone who accepted payment. Every conversation they’ve about the separation of feelings and money is being put into question.

At the end of Ep10, Ray echoes his dialogue in Ep8. I personally like that Ray makes a point of saying how happy he is with Sand; what stands out to me here is that Ray is confessing this to imaginary Sand, so he's technically only really admitting it to himself. He makes me happy and I keep screwing it up. He does care, and he's always cared, but I can't do anything but ruin it. I was made to ruin things. Those are all thoughts that seem to lay at the core of his dialogue at the end of Ep10.

I guess my main point here is that we witness Ray returning to this idea time and time again that when he's with Sand, he's truly happy. Sand sees beyond his problems, beyond the brokenness. Even with how complex their situation is, there's something so beautiful about that simplicity. Sand makes Ray happy. That’s what it’s always boiled down to.

"I know now that you want nothing from me" -> I have a feeling this entire speech from Ray is going to form a deeper trust between Ray and Sand. Ray knows now that Sand is true. He knows that he has overthought everything. The reason why Ray skews the situation with Sand is because Ray is so used to viewing himself in a negative light, but he was clinging to the hope that Sand didn't see him that way. Even when other characters insult Ray for his behavior (which isn't entirely undeserved), Sand was always there to explain why he was wrong, to encourage him to be better. When it's Sand, it's about growth, not just recognition.

The ending scene in Ep10 is such a catharsis because Ray is finally coming to terms with the fact that virtually all of the doubts and complexities surrounding his relationship with Sand were created by him. But Sand has always been true. Sand has always loved him. And now that he sees that, he knows just how important it is that he clings to that love and never lets it go.

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[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Mind and Heart

pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Plus Size Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: angsty, fluff, romance, softness, Sherlock Holmes (he is a warning!!), reader has low self-esteem, mentions of being ridiculed (not in detail)

a/n: this is my first time writing for Sherlock and I am nervous and excited at the same time. Initially it was not my plan to write for plus size readers but I couldn’t help but be drawn towards idea, so here I am. I really hope you all enjoy it. I’m writing after some time and this type of writing (old english/victorian english) is not something I’m used to hence there might be some mistakes. FEEDBACK is appreciated.

One fortunate day, you crossed paths with a wise young girl, named Enola Holmes and that fortunate event eventually introduced you to a certain famous detective, Sherlock Holmes.

You were not the most confident in matters of your appearance but you took pride in your intelligence. Indeed you could not live up to the intelligence of the Holmes’ siblings but you did have wit and will.

Enola was a sweet and kind girl, you helped her on a particular case and since then the two of you bonded. One day when you were at her detective agency, having a chat with her, the door opened to a broad shouldered man, who adorned beautiful curly hair. You couldn’t help but gaze at him.

The man seemed indifferent to your presence and went straight ahead to talk to Enola. It was her who introduced you to each other.

Sherlock, with a slight nod of his head, proceeded to talk about why he was visiting his sister. You felt out of place and decided to excuse yourself but before you could leave, the man spoke.

“It will just take a minute, Miss. I would be out of here soon.�� Sherlock gave you another polite nod. You tried to not overhear their conversation and got yourself busy with a newspaper that was on the table, you moved away and decided to go through the pages while the siblings engaged in conversation.

You could not help but steal glances at the man, there was an air of confidence that surrounded him. Although you knew very well, a man like that, would not spare another look at you.

So did happen when he was done with the conversation and turned around to leave, though as you expected him to open the door and move out, he suddenly turned towards you.

“Thank you for helping my sister,” and with that he left. You did not even get a chance to respond.

“My brother is not the most talkative person. He can come off a bit rude I think, but his heart is in the right place.” Enola paused for a second and chuckled, “Well I am not sure about his heart but his mind is definitely in the right place. Always is.”

You were always intrigued by detective work and mystery, though not so adventurous yourself, the idea of mystery did provide you a certain thrill. Hence when you were invited by Enola to accompany her to Baker Street, to the famous detective’s residence, you were overjoyed to say the least. You were nervous as well, your last meeting with Mr. Holmes was not exactly ideal, and you were worried about overstepping since the invitation did not come directly from him. None the less, you thought this might be a rare opportunity and decided to jump in.

The apartment was… unorganised. Sure it smelled like mystery and adventure but you were expecting it to be more organised considering how detectives need things to be in place.

You were greeted by Sherlock Holmes with a polite smile on his face.

“It is nice to be here.” You told him and his response was just a nod. Enola excused herself to the bathroom and left you two in an uncertain silence.

“Is this where you plan your steps? uncover the details?” Again, Sherlock gave you nod, and that time a polite ‘yes’ as well. You felt it was made quite clear that he did not intend to have a conversation. Roaming around the flat seemed a better option.

Once Enola was back, she planned on making tea for everyone.

“Let me help you.” You told her but she shook her head.

“Oh I will manage just fine, I know your tea is much better than mine but why don’t you look around, or ask Sherlock the questions you had? You are here at Baker Street after all.”

You smiled at her politely and took the sofa opposite to Sherlock, who was looking outside the window. You fidgeted with your hands. Clearing your throat, you gained courage to talk to the the man of mystery once again.

“What was your first case like? If you don’t mind sharing?” Sherlock looked at you, and for a second you felt his eyes lingered on you a tad bit longer. You tried to brush aside any such thought.

“It was challenging, but I am an admirer of challenges.” His answer was better than the usual nods he threw your way but he did not try to engage in a conversation, in fact he quickly turned his vision back to the window. It seemed like he was avoiding you.

“Pardon me Sir, am I being bothersome?” The words slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself. A shocked expression came across his face but he remained silent. You could feel your tears building up.

“Tea is ready.” Enola announced with a smile as she came back in the living room.

“I think- I think I should take your leave. It was quite a nice experience to come here, thank you.” You stood up and smiled towards Enola, quickly making your way towards the door.

The Holmes’ siblings were taken aback, especially the younger one. Sherlock stood up but froze in his spot.

“What did you do Sherlock?”

“Nothing!” the detective, who always had proper replies, could barely say a word out loud at that moment.

“Oh brother,” Enola shook her head in disapproval. “go after her!” At that Sherlock seemed to have gain consciousness again and quickly made his way after you.

You were trying to hail a cab when you heard your name being called out. You turned to see the man you least expected to.

“Miss, please wait.” Sherlock was out of breath as he came near you. “Let me explain…”

“There is no need Sir, I understood that I was being intrusive and I-“

“I invited you here today…” Sherlock interrupted you. You looked at him perplexed.

“I asked my sister to invite you here today.” Sherlock let out a deep breath. “I have some explaining to do, please be kind and give me a chance.”

The man seemed earnest, and you decided to hear him out, you were intrigued to say the least. As you went up to his apartment, you found Enola welcoming you both.

“I shall leave you two alone. Do not mind my brother please, he is not very intelligent in this matter I suppose.” With a little smile on her face, she left.

Sherlock asked you to sit down and you did. He took the sofa opposite to you, and looked down at his hands, nervous. It was quite an odd sight to see the famous detective nervous.

“I had heard about you, from my sister.” He finally looked up at you. “Enola rarely speaks about someone with such admiration like she did about you, it intrigued me. She mentioned how you helped her, how you are always so kind to her and how you’ve become close to her. My sister admires you and your wit. The way she talked about you, got my attention, I could not help but wished to meet you. It does not usually happen with me.” He cleared his throat in between.

“And then I did, I saw you. I did not realise what was happening, I was drawn towards you, I was charmed by you.”

“Detective Holmes, I am not quite sure I understand what you are saying.” An esteemed, intelligent and beautiful man, Sherlock Holmes was hinting that he fancied you, it was not something you were used to. You always considered yourself as someone who will never find love, never find someone who could fancy you.

“Believe me, I hardly understand myself these days.” the man smiled softly. “I may be a good detective, I know I am able to solve mysteries, but this particular one, is not just affecting my mind, but my heart. I am afraid that my mind works faster than most, but I’m still foreign to the whereabouts of my heart.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, what your were seeing, Sherlock Holmes was flustered.

“I wanted to know you more, I asked my sister to help me. She did tease me quite a lot, but I do not blame her, it is quite unusual for me to…” Sherlock looked at you intently, took in every little curve, every little feature of your body. You felt your cheeks heating up.

“It is unusual for me to be intrigued by someone this much, to be charmed by someone.” You could feel his stare fixated on your lips as he uttered the next words. “to fancy someone.”

Sherlock got up from his place and took a seat beside you. You were still trying to come in terms with reality.

“If I may?“ Sherlock asked as he softly took your hand in his. His touch felt electric and a small gasp escaped your lips. Sherlock smiled realising you have not withdrawn your hand.

“I apologise if I have upset you. It was not my intention.”

“It is alright detective Holmes I-“

“Sherlock, please.” A smile crept up your face.

“Sherlock, I thought I was being intrusive, I assumed you weren’t interested in having a conversation with me since you were hardly speaking to me. The first time we met, you hardly even looked at me, not that it is unusual. I am not someone people usually look at, unless they want to ridicule me I suppose.”

“Firstly dear girl, most people are fools, trust me. Secondly, I can understand how it may have seemed to you but the reason I could not talk to you, could hardly even look at you was because I was nervous, I was speechless. Your beauty, your charm, your smile made me speechless.” Sherlock’s deep gaze made you look down.

“Look at me please, do not deprive me of the honour to take in your beauty.”

“I do not know what to say. You are someone I am intrigued by, someone I could not help but simply admire, and to know you feel the same, makes this feel like a dream.”

“Are you saying you share my feelings, beautiful?” You smiled and gave him a nod, and the biggest smile appeared on Sherlock’s face.

“Please give me a chance to know you better, perhaps over a cup of tea. Mind you this is all new to me, I may do or say something out of place but my heart- my heart is in the right place, at least it is now.” Sherlock confessed with a gorgeous smile.

“It is new to me as well, but I would love to spend more time with you.” you returned him the smile.

That was how your journey began with Detective Sherlock Holmes, your Sherlock.

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tagging: @eviesaurusrex @sarahrogersevans

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[deadpool15]

Let me

Beautiful. The only word fit to describe the Targaryen’s as a whole. They are viewed if nothing above society. Closer to the gods than men, as many would like to say. Though there is something quite different when it comes to Aemond Targaryen. The man is gorgeous, the most beautiful specimen you’ll ever encounter. There are times where I realize I don’t compare to such beauty or the royal life in general. You see, I have indeed grown from the silence and embarrassment I faced upon arrival. “You are to be wedded, a fine gentleman if I do say so myself. A match meant to bring forth unity for both houses. Securing us many things across Westeros.”

The words that had changed my life, in which I didn’t know at the time would mean for the better or worse. The life of status is quite new to me, from a certain age the idea of being a proper lady had been instilled in my brain. Then, a match as my grandfather believed the gods before us made themselves came along, the prince of House Targaryen wanted a wife. Aemond was the silent type, one couldn’t exactly understand what was going on with him. He was a tough one to figure out, and I was anything but patient except when it came to him. My dragon.

Watching as Aemond stepped into our chambers putting down his sword. He spent majority of his time training, I never blamed him for it, especially since he has started training me secretly. It took a while before I fully convinced him into the idea but with a few tricks up my sleeve if you know what I mean, he was on board. He starts to remove his tunic, leaving him in nothing but a pair of trousers. “It almost feels as if I’ve been waiting for hours, maybe centuries, dear husband.” He looks up so exhausted, it seems his usual high perception was gone. Not taking notice of me sitting up in our bed. He breaks out into a small smile.

That smile, it gives me peace. Anxiety and pain are forgotten, replaced with nothing but thoughts of Aemond. “It seems, you’ve decided to retire quite early to the bed chamber, haven’t you, gevī?” He moves toward the bed, caging me beneath his arms. “Yes, it seems that way. Yet, once I got here there was an absence of one’s presence. A person meant to ensure safety and warmth, but they aren’t in this very bed with me right now. If you would like a little help husband, there is currently no one blonde laying in this bed with me for our usual activities. Know any blondes?” Looking at him with a coy smirk he laughs at my statement.

A laugh only I can pull from him. Gives me a sense of grace, that only I have that power over him. “I would hope the only blonde you need is currently in the room with you. He says grabbing my chin firmly. Pushing him on the bed to sit beside me and whisper, “I would think we have the same person in mind, my dragon”. I grab a hold of his face, “in order to make this easier I would enjoy if you are the most comfortable, so let’s just remove this.” As I reach for his eyepatch, he takes a hold of my hand firmly. The other gripping my waist. “It’s just me husband, no one is here to judge or ridicule you. Even if they were they would have to go through me if they wished to talk about such lies.” I tell him while looking directly at his eyes. “They wouldn’t be lies.” He said quickly.

Grabbing both his hands firmly I place kisses on the inside of each palm. I wish for nothing but him to be his true self with me. To know I love him deeply. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever witnessed. Any woman should be lucky I even allow them to glance in your direction.” He laughs again, though this time it’s a full belly laugh. Coming straight from the depths of his throat. “You allow them, is that it little wife.” I start to place kisses all over his eye and then I remove the patch, this time he doesn’t stop me. Simply sits there basking in the glory. I grab my special tools. Whisking a brush hidden behind my back, slowly but surely start to smooth out the tangles and knots in his hair.

He finally takes notice of my appearance, a think silk nightgown. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination. For the right person, of course. He smiled holding me closely and placed a kiss on my shoulder blade. “I love you both.” I stop moving the brush, running my hands through his hair. Feels of silk. Glancing down to look at my growing belly and then back at him. Realizing this is paradise. Pulling him even closer, “I love you both as well, my love.”

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[ashdreams2023]

hiiii!!!! i love your works so muchhh🫶🫶🫶!! i hope you're still accepting requests about five, where five travelled to another dimension where the reader is and can't go back to where he's from (like when he goes to the future) i hope you understand huhu. THANK YOU IN ADVANCEEE!!!!💗💗💗

Took me a minute but I think got it 😅

Five hargreeves x reader

Angst/comfort

I’m sorry

Five blinks a few times while catching his breath, he looks around him I wonder and confusion, this place can’t possibly be where you were…right?

His endless months of calculations and failed attempts, has lead him here, it was the last possible place you could’ve been.

A small town in the middle of nowhere where, the houses looked identical with the exception of the obvious well taken care of garden in the house he was walking directly walking towards.

He swallowed when he saw the small name plate on the front fence, hargreeves…

[Name] hargreeves.

He notices a few of the neighbors looking at him suspiciously from their cracked windows, kids peaking from over fences and men glaring at him as they walk by.

He was an intruder to their circle and obviously he was view as less than welcome but they didn’t scare him, not when he saw the world near end three times.

He walked inside and braced himself for what he might witness, he knocked on the door three times, then his heart skipped a beat.

"Coming! John is that you?! I didn’t think you’ll drop the groceries so early-" You opened the door and froze in your spot when you saw his face.

Five let out a breath, your familiar face made his chest feel both warm and tight at the same time, he finally found you.

"Five?…how?" You opened your mouth in disbelief then closed it again, your eyes quickly scanned the area around your house and faked a smile to the nosey neighbors.

"Inside" you pulled him gently by his sleeve, his eyes never leaving your figure, not even blinking.

After closing the door you shut the curtains then turned back to look at him, you hesitated before reaching your hand and touching his cheek "My five"

He melted into your touch and kissed the palm kissing his face "My love…I’ve finally found you"

You threw yourself into his embrace and closed your eyes "I thought I’ll never see you again…I thought this was the end for us"

Five shook his head "don’t be daft, I would search for you till the hair on my head turns gray again"

"You crazy old man!" You pulled away from him looking concerned "It’s not safe for you here…they don’t like strangers" you looked to the side looking conflicted.

He pulls your face up to look at him "I’m no stranger, I am your husband, the one you took the last name of and they should know better than to mess with me regarding my family"

Your eyes teared up a little, you pulled away from him looking down at the floor "I know why you’re here but…I can’t go back with you five"

His expression showed confusion "Why? I can definitely get us back I-"

"No…no you can’t, you think I haven’t tried before? I tried every possible equation and no one of them did me any good, I’m stuck here five and you can’t do anything about it…I’m sorry"

Five clenched his fists and then marched to you and grabbed your wrist "I refuse to leave here alone! I am not leaving without you!" He focused his powers on the exact equation he tried earlier but just like your words it was like nothing was affecting your existence there, for he was all powered up and ready to leave you stayed unaffected.

His body slumped down, he let go of you and looked down at his hands frustration and anger at himself "There has to be a way…I’m-"

"Five I’m so sorry" You hugged him from behind "I wish things could be different" you whispered.

Five rubbed his face groaning then put his hands on top of yours "We both tried separately but…it doesn’t mean we can’t try together, work with me…I’m not giving up on us, I’ll wait years if meant for you to come back with me to our dimension"

"But your family-"

"You are my family too!" He tightened his grip on your hands "and I’m not gonna lose you again"

You sniffed then hid your face in on his back "I’m sorry, I’ll try to help"

"No, don’t be, it’s my fault and…I’m the one who’s sorry, you deserve the life I promised you and more..I promise to give you that, it’s the least I can do but do you trust me?" He ask’s looking back at you.

You nodded your head "I do, I trust you with my life"



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[newtthetranswriter]

Birthday Twins?

Word count: 1338

Paring: Gojo x reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a night out alone to celebrate your birthday, turns into meeting another soul alone on what is apparently also his birthday.

Warnings: Forgotten birthdays, mentions of bars, Gojo is probably a little ooc. let me know if i missed anything.

A/N: Happy birthday to the Beautiful Gojo. I feel like at this point this Fic event has turned into celebrating different anime character’s December birthdays, but you know what, that’s fine. Anyway, thanks to [ena] for the idea for this one, as well as the one coming out on Hawks’ birthday. I hope everyone enjoys and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   Birthdays suck, especially when you've spent every one alone. It doesn't help having your birthday so close to such a major holiday. Everyone thinks oh your birthday’s right before Christmas it must mean double the presents when in reality half the time people completely forget about your birthday. It's all about Christmas and the other winter holidays, birthdays come second.

   This year though I decided it'd be different, I may not have anyone to celebrate with, but I can still have a good time. I planned a night out for myself, going to a nice dinner followed up by a couple drinks at the club. So to start my night of fun, I got dressed in my best outfit.

    When I got to the restaurant, I got a few sad looks from bystanders, who I assume felt bad for me going out by myself. But I don't care, I’m going to spoil myself and have a good night. 

    Ignoring the pity glances, I enjoyed my meal. I had a small chat with the waiter before paying and heading out for the rest of my night.

    Making it to the club, I was greeted by the loud and chaos filled environment which people expect when going out. I weaved my way through the crowd, finding an empty place at the bar, and politely waved down the bartender.

    After I received my drink, the bartender decided to strike up a conversation. “So, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here alone?” They asked. I just rolled my eyes before thanking them for a drink, walking to an empty booth, to just watch the crowd.

     Settling into my seat, I looked at my drink, the bartenders words making me think about how truly alone I am at this moment. Sighing to my self, I raised my class in a mock toast, “Well, Happy Birthday to me.” As I was about to down my drink, I froze, having heard the exact same sentence in a more masculine tone from right behind me. I quickly turned around to see a white-haired man with dark sunglasses looking directly at me as well. Stunned, I couldn’t think of anything to say, the only thing coming to mind was ‘fuck he’s hot’.

     Noticing my stunned state, the attractive stranger spoke first. “Seems like we’re both in the same situation, care to discuss over a drink” He said with a smirk. I jumped, not expecting him to offer company. I guess he took my surprise as an answer and moved from his spot to sit across from me in my booth. “The name's Satoru Gojo. Nice to meet you.” He introduced, while sitting down.

    “Um Y/n Y/l/n, nice to meet you.” I said, still processing the events of the last few minutes. “So it’s also your birthday?” I asked the most logical question to start this conversation.

    Gojo just smiled before responding. “Yup, figured I’d spend it watching people make poor choices.” He said, gesturing to the club full of drunk people. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you spending the day alone?” He questioned.

    Figuring this was better than drinking my thoughts away, I responded. “I don’t have many friends, and even if I did, they would probably forget about my birthday anyway, everyone always does.” It was harsh, but the truth, forgotten birthdays were extremely common for me growing up. I watched as the man across from me frowned slightly. “So, Gojo, why are you spending the day alone? I’m sure someone as handsome as you, has at least one person to spend the day with.” I said in a slightly flirtatious manner, trying to lighten the mood.

    I watched as he smirked slightly at the complement before responding. “Actually, with my line of work, I don’t have much time to get out. Plus, it’s too dangerous to drag someone into my lifestyle.” Now that piqued my interest, what did this guy do for work that was so dangerous.

   “Well, then what do you do for work? What could be so bad that you don’t have a partner in life? Are you a criminal or something?” I asked, hoping to have not over stepped.

   It was clear that he had to take a moment to decide whether to answer or not, but when he sighed, I knew he made his decision. Finishing off his drink, he started talking. “It’s difficult to explain, the most I can say is that my job is to keep people safe, and it’s agreed upon by everyone in this field that I’m the best. Trust me, I’m not trying to be cocky. It’s the truth, everyone looks to me for help when they can’t fix something.” He said, looking down at the table. I took a moment to process, this guy wants me to believe that his job is so dangerous he can’t tell me much other than the fact that he’s the best. 

   It is hard for me to believe, but the look on this man’s face told me he was being truthful. “Well, if people rely on you that much, you have to at least have some friends to talk to?” I asked, hoping to learn more.

   I watched as a gentle smile took over his face. “Yeah, I do have a couple friends, but the ones I talk to most are my students. I’m teaching them how to do this job so they can take over when the older generation is gone, but sometimes it feels like they’re actually my kids.” He spoke about these students like they were his world. “I honestly don’t know where I would be without them.”

   “So you’re the strongest and a teacher, what can’t you do?” I joked, earning a laugh from the man across from me. “But in all honesty, it’s amazing that you’re teaching the future generation. I may not know what it is your job entails, but it sounds like guidance is a good thing to offer to them.” I smiled, making eye contact with him over the edge of his glasses, taking in his bright blue eyes for just a moment.

   He smirked, noticing that I was amazed by his beautiful eyes. “Thank you. Now, enough about me and what I do, What does the wonderful Y/n do for work?” He asked, shifting the conversation.

   Snapping out of the trance his eyes put me in, I thought for a second. “I just work at the mall. Nothing amazing, just a simple customer service job.” I explained, looking off to the side. Here I am talking with this guy who teaches the next generation of what ever job he does, and all I do is try not to get yelled at by cranky people all day. It’s obvious that he’s way better off than I am.

   “Hey, don’t be embarrassed by that, I don’t think I could survive a day dealing with entitled karens and grumpy assholes.” He said with a laugh. “Plus, without people working in customer service, this world would crumble.” It was clear he was trying to make feel better about it.

   I just smiled in response before thinking of another topic, as work was a boring on for me. “Ok, how about a change of topic, What is your favorite food?” I asked, hoping to smoothly change focus, but still keep talking.

   From the smile on his face, I could tell he was fine with the change of topic, as he went on to explain that he’s a fan of anything sweet and began listing some of his favorites. 

   That’s how we spent the rest of the night, talking about anything from our favorite food, to what shows we were currently watching. Sure, I started today thinking it was going to be another lonely birthday, but fate was on my side and showed me someone to connect with. Hopefully if this goes well then on our next birthday neither of us will have to spend it alone.

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[chelseeebe]

still don’t know my name.

summary: at the halloween party, you witness hawkins high king and queen arguing. but then you’re dragged into the middle of it by king steve himself, causing some incredibly confusing feelings. 

i’ve been listening to so much music, every song inspires a new story so i just write and write and come up with stuff like this el oh el. think there could potentially be a part two to this story. 

you weren’t normally a party person, but it was halloween and even you knew that sitting in your room alone was super depressing. 

your best friend robin had convinced you it’d be fun. ‘c’mon man, it’ll be great. plus, it’s halloween, d’ya really wanna be stuck at home answering the door to kids all night?’ 

you knew why she really wanted to go, the party was at vickie’s house and to robin this was her only chance of actually speaking to her. although, you knew your best friend, probably better than you knew yourself at this point, so you also knew that she was going to stand in the corner all night not even looking in vickie’s direction. 

‘okay, i’ll go with you. but you better not leave me for vickie, robin i’m serious.’ 

this causes your red headed best friend to giggle, ‘i won’t! you know you’re my number one,’ she winks at you, ‘now hurry! go and get ready now!’ 

‘oh shit, i don’t have a costume, what the fuck am i gonna wear?’ 

robin purses her lips, scanning your cluttered room. 

‘aha!’ she pulls out a child-sized cat eared headband, ‘you can be a cat! we can draw whiskers on and you can just wear something black!’ robin had the tendency to get a tad over-excited, this was one of those times. she’s practically bouncing up and down on your bed. 

‘okay fine. i’m going to shower, please don’t break anything in here while i’m gone.’ she grins back at you and shoo’s you away with her hands. 

-

you step out of your car, robin in tow. she looked great, she was dressed like princess leia from star wars, a movie she’d been begging you to watch for far too long. she’d given the costume a personal spin, opting for white trousers and shirt over a dress, it was just more robin this way. her hair was still curled into the iconic leia buns. 

the music is already blaring, you didn’t take vickie for a party animal nor did you think that she was particularly popular, she was like you and robin, not popular but not unpopular, you just sort of existed around both groups of people. so it shocks you when you spot multiple people wearing the hawkins high green varsity jacket. 

real original.

‘okay, let’s do this dollface.’ robin blows you a kiss, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the party. 

it was packed. people you’d never have expected to see outside of their relevant clique table were sat talking to each other. maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad afterall. your assumptions of the party were that it was going to be just like school, in which you were invisible to the vast majority of attendees. 

‘robin! you came!’ vickie barrels up to the pair of you, she’s dressed as a mummy, i think, either way she looks incredible and you could see that robin definitely agreed. ‘and y/n! i’m so glad you both decided to come!’ 

you smiled at her, knowing you’d most likely only gotten the invite because of robin. 

‘come come, get a drink! let’s party!’ it wasn’t a secret that vickie had had a few already. this was great news for robin, hoping that this meant she could squeeze some information out of her. 

you follow robin and vickie into the kitchen, sweeping the room as you go. it was like nothing you had ever seen, clean-cut cheerleaders downing shots, ‘nerds’ playing beer pong with the basketball team. 

across the kitchen you spot nancy wheeler and her boyfriend steve harrington, nancy was heavily intoxicated at this point and you could tell, even through his dark ray-bans, that steve was getting annoyed with her behaviour. 

vickie points you over to the punch bowl, unfortunately placed directly in front of the bickering couple. her and robin were deep in conversation, already breaking her promise. 

you sigh, slinking over to the punch bowl to grab a cup. 

‘nance, i think you’ve had enough.’ as he attempts to wrestle the red solo-cup out of her grasp. 

this doesn’t work and instead ends up all over nancy’s bright white button-up. 

‘what the hell.’ nancy storms off past you, brushing your arm on her way through the kitchen. steve is quick to follow, although this time he jolts your whole body with his arm. without even a glance to you he’s off up the stairs following nancy. 

asshole. you thought to yourself. 

- 

it had been a good hour since the whole nancy and steve situation, in the time being you’d seen her stumbling out of the party under jonathan byer’s arm. which you thought was odd. jonathan wasn’t popular but he wasn’t like you and robin, no. 

he unfortunately got a brunt of the bullying, with it only getting worse when his younger brother went missing sometime last year. see, people had actually believed he was the one who killed his brother, only making things worse for his unfortunate time in school. 

robin and vickie were deep in conversation on the couch across from you, robin only occasionally breaking away to make sure you were still sat there. 

‘vickie, where’s the bathroom?’ 

she breaks away from robins gaze, ‘oh, um upstairs and to the left. big brown door, you can’t miss it.’ 

robin wouldn’t have noticed if you were abducted by aliens right then and there, she was in love. and you were so happy for her but you wished she would have at least left you at home. 

it’s a mission to get up the stairs, as couples litter the steps, all deep in their own worlds, just like robin and vickie. 

you knock twice on the door, to which no one replies. so you step in.

‘oh, oh my god, i’m sorry i-i did knock.’ 

your eyes are on steve harrington, his sunglasses are now in the sink and his eyes are red with tears. he looks back at you, his hands held up as if to say ‘whatever.’ 

‘are you okay?’ you ask sheepishly, he quite obviously is not okay but if you didn’t ask you’d feel bad. 

‘yeah, i’m just fine. i’m sorry i was just.. sorting myself out.’ he looks at you through the mirror on the wall and takes a big sigh. steve still couldn’t let his ‘king steve’ persona falter, not even know that you’d caught him in such a vulnerable position. 

‘oh.. okay. i’ll just.. wait out here-’ you go to leave the dimly lit bathroom but steve’s hand is wrapped around your wrist. 

‘no, it’s okay, i’m done now anyway,’ he’s studying your face, trying to see if he can recognise you at all. nope, nothing. 

‘what’s your name anyway? are you new to hawkins or something?’ 

you almost want to roll your eyes, you and steve had been in the majority of classes together since freshman year and he thought you’d just moved here?!

‘nope.’ you sigh, ‘my name’s y/n.. i’m pretty sure we’re in miss click’s class together.’ you knew you were, because you and robin had sat at the back all semester giggling at how he was so messy. 

‘oh... yeah, i know you..’ he did not. but maybe he wanted to? his fight with nancy had been pretty damning. christ, if your girlfriend is leaving with another man, there’s not much redemption from that. 

‘hey, i’ll just call you... red,’ his eyes flicker down to your lips, painted with robins bright red lipstick. 

you’re blushing, very much against your own will. he was just a massive prick to you but you can’t help but flutter when his eyes rest on yours. 

‘i have a name,’ you protest, but the smile had already crept to your face. 

‘yeah, but red’s my favourite colour.’ his hand slides up to your jaw, his thumb aching to toy at your bottom lip. 

what the fuck are you doing? you had literally just been a witness to his and nancy’s fight, why were you still stood in this bathroom with him? why on earth were you actually willing him to do it, to kiss you. 

your heart is thumping and you pray that he can’t hear it through your chest. 

that’s when his other hand moved to your waist, his hands are soft, way softer than you’d expected. he turns you around, your back now against the white tiled counter. his face couldn’t be more than a few inches away from yours, his breath hot on your cheeks.

you’re still looking up into his chocolatey-eyes when his lips finally crash against yours. instinctively your arms wrap around his neck, kissing the basketball star back. 

you can taste the smoke and alcohol when his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for permission to meet yours. you accept, of course. if it wasn’t for that goddamn punch you would have been back downstairs third-wheeling robin and vickie already. 

both of his hands are on your waist now as he hoists you up onto the counter, slipping between your legs. where you can already feel the slight tent in his pants. you had stupidly chosen a pleated black skirt, now regretting your decision. 

in doing this, the bottles of product decorating the counter, come crashing to the floor with a loud clatter. 

this causes you to pull away, breathless, chest heaving at the sight of steve harrington with your red lipstick around his mouth. 

he lets out a breathy laugh, wasting no time in returning to the heavy kiss. 

‘mm, no stop-’ you pull away once again, this time placing a finger over his, now, very red mouth. 

‘why?’ his eyes are dark and almost boring holes into your iris’. 

‘you have a girlfriend..’ it comes out like a question but you’re sure. even if they weren’t together now, it was far too soon to be kissing random girls in bathrooms. 

‘i mean, i’m not sure she’d agree.’ 

you shake your head and hop off of the counter, it’s not right. nancy wheeler wasn’t one of the mean girls, she used to be like you, undetectable. that was until steve had taken a shining to her. 

‘no, steve.. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even stayed this long.’ 

you rush out of the bathroom, bumping into some far too wasted jock in the hallway. 

robin notices you frantically climbing down the stairs and finally pulls her attention away from vickie. 

‘woah, woah.. what the hell happened to you? you were up there for ages, i thought you’d fallen in.’ she smirks at you, but the look you flash tells her that it’s not the right time. 

‘hey, i’m just about ready to leave, if that’s okay with you?’ 

‘yeah yeah, um.. let me just say goodbye to vickie and i’ll meet you by the car?’ 

you nod, biting your bottom lip, taking that as your opportunity to escape out of the front door.

as she turns to say her goodbyes, she’s interrupted by steve harrington, his eyes skimming across the crowd. he’d done a good job at wiping away the evidence, although the small red smudge of red lipstick on his bottom lip was enough for robin to notice.  

-

‘you kissed harrington?! y/n what the fuck, i left you for 5 minutes!’ robin shrieks. you were both lying on your bed, giggling about the night you’d both just experienced. 

‘he kissed me! i’d say it was closer to an hour, but whatever, i wasn’t counting.’ you look over at her, your hair fanned out on the pink pillow. you can’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. you and steve harrington were making out at a party?

‘oh my god,’ robin is giggling, ‘if anyone finds out you know you’ll be like, totally outcast, right? you can’t be the one to split up the king and queen of hawkins high.’ 

‘rob, he doesn’t even know me, besides.. i don’t think they’re together anymore..’ you cut yourself off. it was absolutely no business of yours whether steve harrington and nancy wheeler were still together. nope. ‘and you’re not going to tell anyone, isn’t that right?’ 

she looks over to you and nods but you know robin and she’s a blabbermouth. she doesn’t even intend to do it, it just sort of slips out in an awkward babble when she’s nervous. 

‘i mean it robin, not even vickie.’ you hold out your pinky and ring finger, you’d created a secret handshake specifically for situations like these, where only the two of you could know. 

she meets your fingers with hers and bursts out laughing again. 

-

you’re stood by your locker, trying to pick up your books and head to your next class when you see him. 

walking through the corridor, arm wrapped around nancy’s shoulder. you gulp, suddenly the guilt feels so much worse. 

they’re still together. 

as they make their way past your row of lockers, you try your hardest not to look at him but can’t help but steal a glance. you’re sure you caught his eyes flicker to you, and if they did it was only for a split second. 

you sigh as you head off in the opposite direction, the direction that steve should be walking if he wanted to make it to his next class in time. 

silly little girl. why would anyone like steve harrington be interested in you? 

-

you’re sat writing notes on the biology lab you’d just completed in the school library, not particularly focused nor interested in what you were saying. 

you sit back in the chair as your eyes wander off of the book and to the brown pair of eyes staring at you from across the desk. 

‘hey, red.’ when the hell had he gotten there? 

you scoot up in your chair, mouth hanging slightly open as you quickly scan the room, the library was empty bar you two in the corner. 

‘hey.. steve.’

‘whatcha doing there?’ your eyes flick to your notes. he was literally sat behind you in the very lab you were writing about, totally oblivious to your presence. 

‘writing about the lab.. which you should be doing too.’ you smile weakly at him. unsure of what he’s trying to gain from this situation. 

‘nah, that’s boring. let’s do something interesting.’ he’s now sat on the chair next to yours, as you shuffle in the opposite direction, he makes sure to scoot up right next to you. 

‘hmm, like what?’ you didn’t want to push him, it comes out unannounced. it actually pained you to admit it but you really did think he was attractive.. and this whole secrecy thing was kinda sexy..

‘like this.’ and his lips are on yours again, the kiss just as electric as the last. your eyes flutter shut as once again his soft fingers have found your waist. 

the library was empty and you’d sat in the back corner but you couldn’t help but worry about who could possibly walk in and see this scene. 

your hand rests on his shoulder, pushing him back off of you. 

‘we’re in the library.. and you have a girlfriend.’ his forehead is leaning against yours, eyes narrowing when you mention his girlfriend. 

‘there’s no one around.. it’s like four, everyone’s gone home already.’ 

you want to, you really want to. but you think back to what robin said about being totally outcast if anyone found out what you’d done. 

‘we.. we can’t.. it’s not fair..’ his thumb was stroking your jaw. fuck. 

‘but we can, it’s just a kiss... and you’re not going to tell anyone are you, red?’ there was that stupid nickname again, you knew he was only using it in place of your real name because he didn’t know your real name. and yet it still gives you butterflies anytime it comes out of his soft lips. 

you close your eyes and steve takes this as his opportunity to kiss you again, much softer this time. your hand moves from his shoulder, sliding into the back of his famous hair. 

he leads the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth before you could do anything about it. not that you would have. his whole body is leaning into you, causing you to lean back over your chair. those large soft hands are holding you from falling off the damn thing. 

you couldn’t deny how amazing this felt. you’d kissed a few people but never like this before and never ever with someone as attractive as steve. 

his hand is creeping up your waist and onto your breast, the sensation alone causes you to moan into his mouth. the lack of contact causes him to break away, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down onto your jaw and then your neck. 

‘y/n? there you ar- woah!’ 

you pull away as you spot robin stood by the book shelf, mouth wide open. 

you jolt up and away from steve, who has the exact same idea. 

‘well, i hope i wasn’t interrupting anything.. i kinda still need that ride home if that’s okay with you..’ your best friend is so awkward it actually hurts. 

you gather up your books from the table shoving them into your backpack, refusing to even glance at steve. 

‘right, yes, let’s go.’ you storm away from the table grabbing robin’s hand. she doesn’t care about looking at steve as she twists her head around while you pull her through the library doors. 

you collapse into your car. and insert the key into the ignition before robin is even fully in the car.

‘don’t. just don’t.’ 

robin bites her lip. ‘can i ju-’ 

‘no. just don’t say anything and i might not crash into a wall on the way home.’ 

she smiles to herself, finding it too difficult to contain herself. you spot steve leaving the school, watching your car pull off at great speed. 

‘arghh!’ you scream, your knuckles turning white from your grip on your steering wheel. 

‘y/n, it’s okay! i promise i won’t say anything but i’m too young to die!’ 

this makes you laugh, even in a situation as serious as this robin knew how to make you crack up. 

‘i’m not going to kill us,’ you reassure her, your mind switches back to whatever the fuck that just was. 

‘oh thank god!’ her grip loosens from the above head handle, ‘you sure you don’t wanna speak about it?’ 

‘i don’t even know what to say rob, he came in and just kissed me again. i told him that we can’t, he’s still with nancy for fuck’s sake!’ you’re exasperated. still unsure on exactly what this boy wants from you. is he just trying to get one back over nancy? is he trying to get a quick fuck? you had no clue. 

‘maybe he likes you? i mean, you’re beautiful, why wouldn’t he?’ 

‘because i’m me! i’m no-one! he doesn’t even know my name, keeps calling me red because of that stupid lipstick, how can he just- just use me like that?’ it was becoming infuriating, you didn’t want to be some little toy for steve. especially not to get one over on nancy. 

after dropping robin back at her house, you drive back to your house. 

an unfamiliar maroon bmw parked on your driveway. 

so you park up, as you’re leaving your car you see him. jumping out of his car and rushing over to you. 

‘how the fuck did you get my address?’ 

‘i have my ways.. look, red.. i just wanted to see you..’ he moves closer to you, you had no choice but to move back against your car door.

‘steve, robin won’t say anything, i promise. you don’t have to stalk me back to my house.’ you make sure to spit his name, since he couldn’t even give you the courtesy of knowing yours. 

‘are you sure? i just.. i wanted to make sure that this, little thing stayed between me and you.. it’s better that way you see.’ his hand is leaning against the window of your car, just beside your waist. 

‘there is no “little thing” steve, nothing happened. now i’d like to go inside my house if you don’t mind.’ 

he steps forward, his chin tilted down towards you. ‘so you don’t wanna finish what we started back there?’ he’s smirking because even he knows that you want nothing more. 

‘no. i don’t, i’m going inside now.’ his hand slams onto your car, over your shoulders, trapping you between his body and your car. 

‘c’mon red.. i know you want to.’ red. again. it’s astounding how he’s trying so desperately to get into your pants without even knowing your name. 

‘you still don’t even know my name.’ and with that you break free from his arm prison and storm into your house, ensuring you gave the door an extra hard slam, just for him. 

#steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n

[vickyvicarious]

"We are all here together in freedom, for perhaps the last time! I know, dear; I know that you will always be with me to the end." This was to her husband whose hand had, as we could see, tightened upon hers.

This line is brutal. Because if she and Jonathan read one another's diaries on 4 October, she already knows that he intends to join her in undeath if that comes to pass. She knows just how determined he is to always be with her to the end.

But she's beginning this conversation to ensure that there is an end. Contrary to Jonathan's wishes. She's telling him, 'I understand that you will ensure we won't be separated' but at the same time trying to force a separation upon her death, by making him live on without her. By making him kill her in the first place. And she knows he doesn't want to do that, more than anything.

But she hopes that in doing so he can save her soul. That his own will not be forfeit, and that any temporary separation will end with them together again in a far better afterlife than that of vampires living on. Except Jonathan doesn't have that same kind of belief in such an outcome, not enough to be okay with harming any form of Mina. He'd rather immediately join her in certain damnation than hope for eventual reunion dependent on a God who currently seems to be rejecting her despite her doing nothing to deserve it. And perhaps his own experiences make it all the harder for him to believe in vampires' souls being saved when they are killed, unlike the others here who have either directly witnessed it (the other men) or have been placing desperate hope on the idea (Mina).

And at the same time, there is the point about freedom. Mina already isn't free, except in snatched moments at certain times of day. She's restricted from speaking fully, and as time goes on this will only get worse. She's forced to consider that even if they stay together physically, she will become more and more a prisoner inside herself, or eventually even no longer herself at all. And she would rather her last true moments be with Jonathan. She would prefer him to be the one to kill her, she wants him to truly be with whatever is left of her until the end. She wants as happy an ending as she can get, as much comfort as she can have as she dies.

If she can't live as a human, she wants there to be an end. She knows she needs to die. And she knows Jonathan doesn't agree.

#dracula daily #jonmina #mina murray #jonathan harker

[queenimmadolla]

All I can think about is a family photo day and penny is all full of smiles for the photographer and baby Wayne is just point blank refusing to smile and making the person's life so difficult 😂😂

Oh. My. God. Yes. And the photographer? Is Jonathan. I HAD to write this. I had to.

more from the pennyverse can be found here

“C’mon, Wayne!” Jonathan encouraged through gritted teeth, waving around a small brightly colored, stuffed bear. If you asked around Hawkins, everyone would agree that Jonathan Byers had a lot of patience. He wasn’t one to worry over small things beyond his control. Until today. The small thing beyond his control in this case was the almost two year old in your arms, dogging the camera on the stand Jonathan had set up to take your family photos. He’d taken the ones before baby Wayne’s conception and arrival, and he’d had such a pleasant experience with Penny so he figured it’d go about the same. He was wrong. He was, oh so horribly wrong. Eddie was holding Penny, who was still a photogenic angel and while her attention occasionally wandered, as expected for a four year old, when Jonathan called for her, she let those tiny pearly whites of her’s gleam brilliantly for the camera. She’d been smiley even when she had been Wayne’s age, gums on display for everyone to see. Jonathan didn’t even know if Wayne had gums.

Okay, that was a stretch. He’d fed Wayne before and even witnessed him smile at you, Eddie and his big sister, but that baby’s poker face was unmatched for anyone else! Jonathan usually thought it was comical in most circumstances—like when Argyle tried to make him laugh by acting like a complete idiot and, on multiple occasions, a monkey and Wayne just stared up at him with those big, brown eyes in utter boredom, lips not even giving away to so much as a twitch—just not right then. Not when Jonathan had been trying to get his lips to just quirk up a little for the past hour.  You and Eddie would occasionally step in, catching Wayne’s attention with a couple of coos, but that meant his face was angled back and up to look at the two of you, not the camera. The moment Jonathan called for his attention afterwards, hoping he’d still be in a good mood from looking at you guys, the smile dropped instantly as he turned his head to face the camera, eyes half-lidded to make sure Jonathan was well aware the baby was unimpressed with him. Nancy had come along to assist him and was digging around Penny’s toy box for something else that might gain Wayne’s favor, so far everything she’d brought Jonathan had failed.

Eddie and Penny were all smiles, faces almost mirrored as they bit their lips to try and contain their laughter. Penny was doing a much better job than her dad, who openly snickered and boomed with laughter when he wasn’t holding his grin for the camera. You took pity on Jonathan, but unless you stood behind the camera, there wasn’t much you could do.  “Look! Look at me!” Jonathan’s voice was comically high in pitch as he made a stupid face, eyes screwing up. He even began whacking himself over the head with the stuffed bear. Penny giggled, little hands clasped shyly as she leaned her head against her dad’s, who turned his head slightly to press a kiss to her temple.

That seemed to do the trick, he saw the corners of Wayne’s lips stretch up and quickly went back to the camera, but when Jonathan peered into the eye focused on your little family, Wayne was staring directly into the lens with his mouth pressed in a thin line, face once more lacking amusement. No! NO!

Jonathan pulled away from the camera eye, shoulders sagging in defeat before he saw the small smirk on Wayne’s face, it almost looked smug. “Nancy!” Jonathan called over his shoulder and she appeared at his side, seemingly from nowhere, with an arm full of potential distractions, “He’s doing it on purpose!”

Nancy’s eyebrows pulled together as she glanced over at Wayne whose smile was once more gone. He blinked owlishly with unfocused eyes, back leaning into your chest. “Uh, no. No, I don’t think he is, Jonathan.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie twist to the side to try and get a glimpse at Wayne’s face, smirking when he saw how bored the baby looked with the events unfolding before him. It was same damn smirk that baby had been wearing seconds ago. He twisted back around to face Jonathan, coughing poorly to hide his chuckling. Nancy turned to return back to the toy box and Jonathan swore the moment her back was turned, the corner of Wayne’s lips ticked up into a smirk again.

His mouth dropped open in disbelief. Flabbergasted, he struggled to find his words, sputtering until he was finally able to call out, “Nancy! Nancy, look!”  But when she, and the three of you, turned your attention to the baby, it was gone again.

Jonathan groaned, feeling a lot like Steve with the lack of belief he was sure you all had in him. “No, you’re not looking fast enough! I swear, he’s trying to make me seem crazy.” Nancy regarded him with some weariness, “Maybe, you need a little break, hun.”  She struggled to give his shoulder a squeeze before she disappeared down the hall to Penny’s room, eager to put the toys back and have her arms free again.  Jonathan sighed, accepting defeat once more. “Alright, she’s right. Let’s take a break, we can pick it back up in fifteen.”

You shifted Wayne in your hold, his front to your chest as you made your way to the kitchen to get him a snack. Wayne peered over your shoulder, staring at Jonathan as you went. This time he maintained his pokerface up until the second before you disappeared from view, he gave Jonathan a wide grin, the tiny tips of the few teeth he had poking out. Then the two of you were gone.

He looked frantically around for Nancy, who still hadn’t returned, at Eddie who’s attention was focused on Penny as she rambled to him about how pretty she looked in her dress (it wasn’t really a ramble, more so a really extended sentence because she was stuttering on words, taking forever to finish as her mind wasn’t completely focused on what she was saying) then to the kitchen area before he let out another, heavier sigh. No one would believe him anyways. That last smile would have been perfect for a photograph, though, he thought as he turned back to the camera on its stand. Despite being made a fool of by a baby, he knew he’d find the events amusing later.

Much later.

#Eddie Munson x reader #dilf!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #Jonathan byers #Nancy wheeler #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things vol 2 #girl dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #pennyverse #Joe quinn #Joseph quinn #Joseph Quinn x reader #stranger things fic #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x fem!reader

[outcaststars]

I've been streaming on twitch for over 4 years. I've made a great community and a wonderful group of friends but I've also had to deal with a lot of aweful people. Recently I've been feeling particularly upset about it all so I'm going to air all my grievances here. TW this mentions bullying, grooming, self harm and abuse. If anyone mentioned in this post trys to comment im just gonna delete it, i also dont care if your fav streamers is here, this is my authentic experience. Also dont go attacking anyone i mention here, the whole point of this is to be better then them.

Rat_emoji

The first streamer I ever had an issue with was Rat_emoji. It all started when I tuned into one of their DbD streams only to find him streaming another, younger, streamers live content.

He had just died to this kid playing Myers, he had TTV in his name and Rat was so mad about what had happened he streamed this kids twitch live to his viewers, all the while making fun of his appearance and stream quality.

A day later I would go back and screen record this whole interaction so I can share that if you want to see it. It felt so disgusting to watch this happen live, he has 100 viewers in chat and they were all being nasty. The only person who told him to stop was drag streamer Suttonfister (i think, 90% sure) who was in the same game and discord call at he time. the whole scene was aweful to witness, it felt like such an abuse of power. Rat didnt directly say anything mean but they made a lot of mean girl comments and didnt moderate anything cruel their chat said, it was obviously intentional.

After this I blocked Rat, it would have been easy to avoid him if he didn't found the stream team "Aussie pride", he got a lot of attention for that and a lot of praise and all of it made me sick. Funnily enough I heard that Aussie Pride was an aweful team to be in. The creators didn't care about the smaller members, planned no events and then disbanded the team with the release of Hogwarts legacy because they didn't want to take a stance on JK Rowling. Honestly it seems like the whole thing was a vanity project. That's why I don't like Rat_emoji.

Dcypherpup

DCpup was the first streamer I tried to network with. He hired me to make some art for him. He wanted me to work on merch for his channel, I declined, saying that I wasnt comfortable with the idea of someone else selling my art. I counter offered to just make him a profile icon, this way we could see how my style suited him and i could work out how to tackle the idea of eventually doing merch.

When the icon was done I sent him the high res file, he asked for my signature (my artist tag, a very small "outcaststars" in the corner) to be removed. When I asked why, he told me he needed it gone in order to upload it as merch.

Naturally I was upset. I explained that we had already made a deal not to do merch yet and I also explained that I was uncomfortable with the idea of removing my tag. I went on to explain why visibility was so important for artists. At the time I was a much smaller content creator and DCpup platform was much bigger.

He apologized and said he would give me a cut of the sales. I said don't bother and reluctantly let him do what he wanted. At the time I was too scared to make enemies so I fell into people pleasing.

I took more work from DCpup because I needed the money and I hoped it would be good for my channel growth. He would upload my work to his store and wouldn't credit me. I was frustrated.

The tipping point was after the final comm I took from him. An animated ending screen. During this process DCpup would message me everyday asking for updates which was annoying. When I delivered the final product he once again asked for my tiny, half transparent signature to be removed. I was so upset and defeated, I told myself I'd fight it but I didn't. I removed my sign from every layer, reanimated the whole thing and vowed not to take work from him.

After the piece was done he wanted to commission me again. I left him on read, then I found out what he was saying about me to other people. A good friend of mine showed me a message he had sent in his stream, telling him not to bother commission me, because I would be too busy doing work for him. I was furious.

Another week later I got raided by someone and told the new viewers to check out my work, it broke my heart when someone who looked at my insta, told me he had no idea I made all of DCpups stuff. Why would he? Dcypherpup went to ridiculous lengths to hide my credit. He was telling people not to contact me and not tagging any comm work with my name. One day he came into my live stream and I was so mad I banned him on the spot .

I wish I had done more to be assertive, live and learn. Funnily enough I found out he posted a big rant, telling people off for supporting JK Rowling when Hogwarts legacy released. Only to be called out for buying it and playing it on his steam, which he had forgotten to make private. He deleted the tweet. What a cunt.

Undertheredmoon and Greenypika

Redmoon is furry streamer that I use to really like. They were funny, had great energy and I would even go as far to say that they were a friend.

All this came to a grinding hault the day he invited furry artist and accused child groomer Daveoverlord to join us on Monster hunter rise live on stream.

Dave wasn't in voice chat and I wasn't reading Redmoons twitch chat at the time, so although I was aware of who Dave was, I didn't realize it was them. When someone messaged me about it a few days later I was mortified, I assumed Redmoon didn't know and I messaged them immediately.

I asked Red if he knew who Dave was and what he had done and the kind of artists he was friends with (cub artists). Redmoon ghosted me, left me on read for a week. I messaged again asking why he wasn't talking to me. He said he was too stressed to deal with this "drama" and didn't care to get involved. He mentioned that if Dave was guilty cops probably would have gotten involved and said he just wanted to focus on his own work.

When I asked Redmoon where he stood on cub porn, he stopped replying. We haven't spoken since.

The same person who told me about Dave joining stream also pointed out that Greenypika was inviting Dave onto his stream. They dm'd greeny and asked them if they knew and greeny said he had no idea and that he'd look into it. Greeny hadn't responded for a few months so I dm'd him with the same message and got the same copy paste reply. TLDR greeny knew and was just lying about it so I blocked him too.

Daveoverlord

Dudes a fucking groomer and now he streams. Blocked.

Cidermarten

Cider and I got into an argument once, the topic of which is no one's business.

His bf weyland got mad at me for it and vague tweeted about it so I decided to start a group chat with them to sort it out. And we did.

I apologised for what I did and cider took some time away from interacting with me. Everyone in this situation wanted what was best. And weyland is now one of my best friends.

Cider and I aren't as close as we could be but that's my fault. They're honestly a wonderful person and I appreciate their friendship. There inclusion in this list is to prove a point later but they're also the only person here who I think deserves success.

Stripeydragon and Break trail.

This one is complicated because it involves someone who ment a lot to me.

Back when the exclusive stream team Break Trail formed, my good friend Marsh joined the team. Being an artist he did a lot of the teams promo art of all it's members. Marsh had a lot of anxieties about the team because he was one of its smallest members and often told me he felt underappreciated or out of place. This feeling for worse when artist/streamer and fellow team member Stripeydragon decided he was going to do a redraw of all of marsh's promo work.

I didn't see Marsh much at the time but when this began he spent the better part of a week in my mod chat expressing how upset he was about it. It didn't help he was already anxious but he felt stripydragon was replacing him and even mentioned a time when he tried to give feedback on stripys work only for him to disregard it. Marsh was really fucking upset.

After stripeydragon posted the work my moderator, Ibn, who had been listening and consoling marsh for a week, decided to comment on the art publically. He said he didn't think stripyes version of the art was better and criticized him of slimming down the fater characters.

I wanna pause this to say I don't condone what Ibn did. He ment well but it wasn't his fight and he shouldn't have commented a critique on something no one asked him to judge. Don't do this. Anyway...

Stripeydragon fucking hated this. Not only did he respond to every tweet, he went into the break trail discord and rallied everyone to defend him and attack Ibn, a lot of break trail members also rushed to the comments to defend stripey and attack ibn. He also posted ibns comment in his own discord to encourage others to dog pile on. This shit got out of hand super fucking fast. Ibn was crying and marsh was pissed. It was betray of trust on Ibns part, but the way stripey responded was downright scary.

Shit was at its peak by the time I woke up (Australian timezone) and I immediately went into damage control. I gave Ibn a huge lecture, I was mad af and told him to apologize. I dm'd breaktrails stream team manager Mari, and tried my best to defuse the situation so that both parties could stop. Everyone deleted their tweets. Ibn apologised a dozen times and Marsh told everyone that ibn was just an asshole.

So the story everyone believes now is that marsh actually loves stripydragons work and Ibn is just a weird jerk. There where no consequences for stripydragons weaponizing a stream team and their fan base against someone on twitter. They're still a member of break trail but the team has been dead for a long time. I understand that Ibn was in the wrong and marsh should have just talked about his issues with his team. But this is another case of someone with a big platform and bigger ego not hesitating to use that to attack others.

Starkymorph

this one is fucked up.

Starky mods for a bunch of break trail members, so he had an inside look into the whole stripeydragon thing. Keep that in mind.

About a year after the stripey incident, I woke up to a message from starky. I had recently finished a commission for starky but apart from that we didn't know each other well.

He claimed that ibn had harassed him on stream by bringing up controversial topics and that because he was my mod he wasn't going to support me any more. I was pretty angry, Ibn was causing trouble again. I dm'd ibn and told him I didn't want to hear what he had to say and instead I just wanted the timestamp on Starkeys VOD so I could see what he did myself.

I watched the VOD and what I saw didn't line up with anything starky had said. He made the whole thing up.

What really happened was, starky decided to bring up "cancel culture" and went on a rant about how it was inherently bad and that anyone who participates in it only does it for "self-aggrandizing reasons". A lot of the shit he said was very thinly veiled right wing bullshit dog whistles.

Ibn asked him to elaborate and said something to the likes of "what about people who cancel pedos and rapists" and starky banned ibn and ended the convo.

Ibn didn't start the controversial topic and he didn't harass anyone. But starky was mad and wanted to attack him, he knew Ibn had a history of starting shit so he came to me with a bullshit story thinking I'd believe him and Ibn would lose his friends. And it almost worked.

I tried to talk some sense into starky, I pointed out that his original message was dishonest. Starky doubled down and made up more lies. He continued to claim that things happened during the stream that aren't in the VOD. He even bought up weylandshere and claimed he was harassing him too, out of nowhere! which if you watch the VOD is also completely made up. He said some ablist shit about "high functioning autism" aswell, its all really incoherent. Non of this is true and I downloaded the VOD so he couldn't hide the evidence.

Starky tried to use my argument with cider and Ibns argument with stripy as evidence that we were bad people. I found this really sinister, because my initial reaction to Starkys story, was that i believed him, pretty much everyone reacted this way. It upsets me that i was almost convinced to distance myself from my best friend because of a lie.

A ton of people didn't watch the VOD and took Starkeys word. Starky blocked me and started asking all his followers and mutuals to do the same. A whole bunch of people sub tweeted about ibn being an abuser and me being an enabler. It was fucking aweful. It went on for days.

This only stopped when Kyziethewolf stepped in and defended me. Even tho starky was one of his best friends, he had watched the VOD and told everyone he was lying. Starky doesn't talk to kyzie now and it really broke his heart.

A lot of people still believe starky and I lost a bunch of mutual streamers support because of this. It's one of the worst attacks I've suffered on twitter/twitch to date.

I found out a few months later he's added "outcast is racist" to the narrative he tells people and there's nothing I can do about that

This also basically ended my friendship with Marsh. I've known marsh for 7 years and hes a friend of Starkeys too. During this whole ordeal he never spoke up, it was only kyzie. I was really upset about this because i feel that Marsh could have made a significant change to how this played out if he had of just stepped in.

When he dm'd me a few weeks after asking if I'm make some free art for his project I told him no. I told him I was hurt. He said he just didn't want to get involved in drama. i think its really harmful to reduce harassment to just "drama". We've stopped talking.

Jayedskier

I met jayed though my friend weyland. I needed a 3D artists and he needed work.

Jayed had recently lost a lot of friends because during COVID he tweeted that people not social distancing at a furcon where putting disabled, high risk, people's lives in danger. Totally righteous imo.

He however also tweeted that anyone who doesn't where a mask should kill themselves and deservingly got a lot of hate and backlash. Lost a lot of friends. Since then he was pretty unwilling to comment on any political shit. Publically that is.

The first fight I got into with jayed was when Ibn reposted a Tumblr thread about the YouTuber keffals, and some of the problematic things she'd done. Jayed loves keffals so he dm'd Ibn about it and started a huge fight defending his favourite YouTuber. I stepped in to try and resolve the fight but no one was really happy.

This argument made jayed realise that he didn't have the same values as the friend group he was in. He liked keffals, he thought it was ok to say the R slur and he felt people should be allowed to support JK Rowling.

He left my discord and I contacted him trying to smooth things over. We talked for a long time and I settled on agree to dissagree the hopes to change his mind on some of these issues.

That didn't happen. Jayed kept starting fights about woke shit, even though he's a self proclaimed "leftist" and it slowly drove a wedge between us. He stopped talking to everyone in our friend group, unfollowed us all on socials.

Artists/streamer and friend Ixu had drawn a big group shot of all of us together. Weyland (who is in this friend group) was pretty angry about the whole ordeal so he asked Ixu for a version without jayed edited out. When he posted this jayed got super pissed about it.

Jayed tweeted about how unwelcoming my community was. Screen caped some DM's and changed the context. I was so angry, I had spent months continuing to offer my friend ship and trying to change his mind. One of the last fights we got into he said he was mad that "people" expected him to show support for Palestine and thats kind of the end of it.

This one hurt because it felt like a betrayal. Jayed you can get fucked dude.

Socksthewolf

This one is super recent and is basically why I decided to write this.

I can't remember how I met socks. They work in the games industry and they have a LOT of money/connections. He gives away a lot of stuff, Donates to people a lot. He very affectionate and Everyone loves him. I even accepted a bunch of charity/gifts from him and in return drew a bunch of gift art.

Socks success made a few mutuals of mine uncomfortable. He had a lot of money to put into stream so his channel grew insanely fast. I'm also told he made comments to some mutuals, comparing channel growth that made them feel bad. He ran multiple giveaways and got partner almost a year after starting stream.

There was some drama between socks and one of his mods. I tried my hardest not to get involved. Socks employs a lot of parasocial strategies in order to retain an audience so he flirts a lot and also has a persona of "I'm you dad" on stream. Idk if this counts as love bombing, but it feels similar.

I heard that one of his mods developed a crush on him and when rejected, he drank himself into the hospital. He almost died.

I spoke with this ex mod about it. He doesn't blame socks for what happened even tho he feels the rejection was harsh. I still feel that socks takes advantage of people with his gifts and parasocial friendship. This is a result of that going unchecked.

One of our mutuals found out about this and was really upset. They tweeted about it and tried to hold socks accountable. Nothing came of it.

I grew distant from socks when he started hanging out with Redmoon a lot. Because I felt close to them at the time I messaged him a about Redmoon and what happened between us. He never replied.

This story takes a dark turn when jayedskier, friend of socks, decided to make that tweet mentioned in his section. Socks also went in on someone jayed had mentioned.

This is about my good friend Weyland. Weyland had had someone very close to them pass away recently. Socks complied some tweets and chat screen caps, and made up a story of weyland threatening to kill themselves.

Some of the messages were about weylands dead friend. Socks knowingly changed the context and lied to make weyland look bad.

I honestly think this is the worst thing on this post. To use the death of someone and the personal anguish of someone and ammo for you bullshit story about them is fucking horrifying.

I replied to socks tweet about weyland, I told him what he was doing was wrong. He told me that he feels bad I'm surrounded by toxic people and that he hopes they get better.

After seeing the way socks treats his audience and the way he lied about another streamer, I genuinely believe hes some kind of abuser. Idk the vibe is REALLY off with this one. This feels worse then bullying, there's an ego about it. I've blocked socks on everything. Frankly they scare me.

Final notes

Anyway that's been my aweful experience with aweful twitch streamers. The whole thing has left me bitter and sad and I no longer want to interact with anyone. idk where to go from here.

Twitch TOS doesn't care what people say or do on other platforms. And with other streamers/mutuals so unwilling to get involved or show support I just feel alone.

I do feel compelled to speak up when I see or experience something I think isn't right. I think a lot of neurodivegant people, like myself, feel that way. But I think it's been terrible for my career. I hate the feeling that I'd be so much more successful if I'd shut my mouth and looked away. Maybe even be partner by now. I know a lot of this comes across as just "furry drama" but i think its reductive to label it as that. Content creators who engage in these kind of harmful behaviors need to be held accountable if we want to see any positive change. And im not saying that means "CANCEL" them. some (not all) of these content creators can still learn and grow and be better. Negative attitudes and dismissive statements of "its just drama" create a space for bullies to thrive

Finally, please PLEASE do NOT under any circumstances harass anyone involved in this post. This is not an attempt to rally the masses to lynch some people, im just telling my story so that next time you see someone come forward with claims about a content creator you like you'll see the situation differently.

If you made it this far, wow. Thank you. Dunno if I'll post the vids/screencap evidence. I don't know if I care enough.

[starillusion13]

Four seasons of love

Pairing: Chanyeol x f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life. But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

W.C: 4.2k+

Request from: @myyeol61

Network: @k-vanity @kvanity-main

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere @yeoobin @anyamaris @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @oreharuuu

Note: I got inspired to write this from Chanyeol's solo mvs Tomorrow and SSFW. The plot is related to the songs, you can feel it while reading. Thanks again for reblogging and reviews are highly appreciated. I love you my stellars✨.

*under the cut*

Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

“Why should I live now?”

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

“Why can’t everyone be happy?”

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone’s priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves. Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

“Can I fly alone?”

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper ‘Its okay. I’m here for you.’. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel…you are not good for anyone.

“Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don’t even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

“If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try.”

Better option? Death. You don’t see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone’s story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

“Why are you here?”

“Well, I should have asked you the same little angel.”

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

“I’m not in a mood for your jokes.”

“I’m asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?”

“Can’t you just leave and let me be alone for once?”

Silence. That’s what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side. Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you……. To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

“Chanyeol?.....”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it’s challenging you to look away.

“You are still here…..I thought-“

“You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here.” His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He ‘tsch’ and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

“Why?”

Why? It’s obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can’t take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

“Please...go away…if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away.”

“Do I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Do I hurt you with my teasing?”

“I d-don’t know.”  No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?”

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. “Do I burden you?”

No.

You want to scream but you can’t utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

“Do you hate me?”

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn’t think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don’t know whether it’s bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

“Chanyeol...don’t ask me this.” Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

“Why?”

“I, myself don’t know how to respond you.”

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

“Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can’t see you broken like this anymore. You don’t know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying.”

“What are you saying?”

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I- n-no...I’m fine.”

“Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always.”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol? I hate when people show comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away.”

No, please don’t go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn’t budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

“This is why I never approach you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that’s why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn’t want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

“Different kind of feelings?”

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly.”

“Yaaa.” You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Chanyeol. The tease who doesn’t leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

“I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-“

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

“But?” your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

“But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don’t want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N.”

“Why are you doing this Chanyeol?”

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

“I can’t see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please.”

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don’t even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm….”

“Let’s go home. You will catch cold like this.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

“What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Well, if you don’t go by your own then I’m taking you like this.”

“Yaaa put me down. You don’t even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

“Hm that’s right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I’m taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let’s go before you really die of this cold.”

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

“No. I will not go with you.”

“And I’m not leaving you here.”

“Chanyeol….”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Chanyeol’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

“Chanyeol…” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. “Why?”

“What?”

“Are you really caring for me because we are…..we know each other?”

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

“Because you are my four seasons of love.”

“Huh?” Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn’t say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn’t get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

 He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn’t notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

“Is that your family?”

“Yes. That’s our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn’t budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone’s apartment.

“Are you really going to stand here in these clothes? It’s already raining again and I don’t think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts.”

“But I can wait until it stops raining.”

“You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don’t want someone to fall sick in my place.”

“Its okay.”

“Do you want me to change your clothes or what?”

“Yaaa chanyeol.”

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

“What are you doing there?”

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

“It’s not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

“I love you Y/N.”

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don’t want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don’t want to lose him too.

“Don’t. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it’s better how we are now with each other. Like just…friends.”

“Don’t you want to hear my answers to your question?”

“Which one?”

“Why you are my four seasons of love?”

“Hm…Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons.”

“Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?”

“Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you.”

“What?”

“Let’s start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning.”

“Summer?”

“Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other’s depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance.”

“Fall? Will our love fall here?”

“No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don’t think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

“Winter?…..”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing.”

“One more thing?”

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his dimple again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

“Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways.”

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

“Let me love you, Y/N.”

“Chanyeol. What if I don’t deserve you?”

“We don’t know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don’t want you to lose hope on me. Please don’t leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you Chanyeol. I love you.”

 “I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

“I love to see you smile when it is raining.”

“I love to see your dimples when you smile.”

“And my teasing?”

“Chanyeol…..” you whine on his ask.

“You will always be my four seasons of love.”

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other’s happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and.

“You will be my sunshine in every season.”

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[maevearcher]

Glasses

Please hurry back.

I was  turning those three words in my mind over and over again for the last five minutes,  ever since my phone buzzed in the middle of my meeting. My private phone, that is, the one that he gave me in case he wanted to reach me. In cases like…..this.

He never used it though, he never texted me, he was typically content to periodically check my location indicator blip on one of the plethora of screens he was glued to. So, what now? What’s wrong?....

I tentatively raise my hand, mortified. “Excuse me…”

“Yes, Miss Archer?” The chairman looks at me over his gold-rimmed glasses.

I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, but I really have to go. It’s an emergency.”

“Can’t it wait for another half an hour until the deposition of the witness is taken in full?”

“I’m truly sorry,” I plead, already fumbling with my things, “it really can’t. Thank you for your understanding…” I add, in an attempt to salvage whatever face I can still hope to preserve here. “Je suis vraiment désolée,” I offer meekly to the witness, who sits  there dumbfounded, caught in the cross-fire, “il va falloir reprogrammer le plus tôt possible….”

Please hurry back.

Three little words, like three little ice shards in my heart…or so it feels like, as I jump in the first taxi I can find and give the driver the address of a coffee shop near the hotel, as instructed. Never park directly in front of the hotel, always enter one coffee shop or another similar establishment until the car leaves...but today I have no time to spare for these, even if he clearly had a purpose for insisting upon them. The hell with all these rules, I seethe to myself, furiously biting at my already abused nails.

I hum and nod absent-mindedly to the driver’s feeble, but commendable attempts at small talk, which gradually die down in the absence of any feedback, apart from my constant urging to go faster. Not that the silence that ensued is much better than the previous semi-friendly chatter – it allows me too much opportunity to think. To think of all the horrible ways in which I could lose him, of all the dreadful scenarios in which I would arrive too late, and he’d be….

As soon as he pulls over, I stumble out of the barely stationary car, my knees skidding harsly against the sidewalk. I only allow myself one second to inspect the bloody mess I thought I’d never see again past the age of 5, and I hiss in pain as I force myself to walk at a normal, albeit rapid pace towards the coffee shop. Thankfully, I never make it to the door – the taxi takes off, melting into the heavy metropolitan traffic.

Please hurry back.

I want to run, to fly – the few hundred meters to the hotel seem like an eternity away, time whooshing past me as I move too. damn. slow through the sea of unbothered, oblivious faces. Once inside, the concierge shoots me an alarmed glance, taking in my less-than-put-together demeanor and my new  ‘bloody knees’ fashion statement, but he has the sense to keep silent – he knows me well enough.

Moments later, heart pounding achingly against my ribs, I hurricane through the door of the suite, expecting fifty shades of catastrophe to unfold.

“L? You here?”

No answer. Oh my god, what if I’m too late?!....

But no. He’s in the main room, sitting quietly in the dark in his usual chair, his eyes for once not glued to the monitors. In fact….is he sleeping?....

“L?...” I approach him quietly. “Are you alright? Did anything….”

He frowns, gripping his knee with a little more force than usual.

“…you’re here. Good.” He mutters in a hushed tone, not bothering to look up or even open his eyes.  “I will need you to listen carefully to the next set of instructions that you’re about to receive…”

I sit down next to him. “L, what’s wrong? What is this about?”

He frowns again, jaw clenching as if he’s in pain. Wait, is he?!

“Please just listen to me,” he breathes. “There’s a file in your partition containing detailed instructions as to transferring the database concerning the case I am currently handling onto a server you need not concern yourself with. You will need a set of codes which I’ve….”

I feel a chill running down my spine and I can’t suppress a shiver. “Please don’t….talk like that. What’s happening to you?...” He doesn’t answer. “Should I call Watari?...”

“Watari is on his way here as we speak,” he finally offers, his eyes still averted. “He is coming to drive me to the hospital….”

“Hospital?!” I kneel down in front of him. “For gods’ sake, L, what’s wrong?!”

“…and I expect my stay there to last over a reasonable period, that is why I need you to transfer the data to….”

“Please stop!” I place my hand over his own and I feel him trembling. “Please talk to me. Why are you….why do you need to go to the hospital?...”

He sighs. “I suppose it won’t do to keep this concealed from you after all…. I arranged for the top neurosurgeon in the country to be present there because…I am fairly convinced I have a brain tumor.”

I feel sick to my stomach. “L, but…why? What makes you think…..” I trail off, as I refuse to let these words touch my lips.

“I’ve been having….these headaches,” he speaks again after a long pause, his voice shaky and small. “Bad ones. Like an iron band tight around my skull. It made it…..difficult to concentrate on the case, or anything much really.”

….It’s true. I do remember seeing him rubbing at his forehead lately…But, oh god, a brain tumor?!...

“…..after a while,my vision gets blurry too….as if…I can’t focus enough as to read the reports I’m sent…” he continues, and my heart breaks to hear the vulnerability  in his voice, resembling the fear of a child hoping for a miracle. I tentatively put an arm around his shoulders, and, a moment later, he leans into me with his whole body, his hand gripping my own for any semblance of comfort I can offer him. I can feel my own vision becoming blurry with the bitter tears I feel welling in my eyes, pooling up behind my glasses…

Wait a damned minute…..

“L, where exactly does it hurt?” I ask him, shifting a little so I can see what he’s showing me.

He grimaces. “My forehead, mostly. And behind my eyes…” he sighs, as he brings up a hand to physically illustrate his words. “And before you ask, no, I haven’t taken any medication, that would only mask the symptoms, making harder for the diagnosis to actually be reached in any reasonable int….

I reach up to touch his lips, stopping the torrent of words he’s rationalizing his anxiety behind. Then I move up to caress his forehead, smoothing back the unruly strands of hair shadowing his eyes from the world. With a sigh, he leans against my touch, my cold hands seemingly offering him a shard of relief.

“L…” I softly call out to him. “Have you considered other….possibilities? Other….explanations for these symptoms?...”

“Such as what?” he groans, face still buried in my palms. “There is no other diagnosis that can encompass these manifestations, other than….”

“Other than you needing glasses”, I finish his sentence.

He halts abruptly, the screech in his mental processes almost audible, as he finally opens up his eyes to give me an absolutely horrified look.

“Gla..sses?!” he utters, his voice a shocking two octaves higher from his usual monotonous vocal fry, making me bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood – don’t laugh, Maeve, I keep myself in check, whatever you do, don’t fucking laugh.

“It’s not that bad, L,” I cannot suppress a smile, as I point to my own rims resting awkwardly on my nose now. “Sure beats having a brain tumor, if I may say so. And….” I lean towards him to whisper in his ear, “you can always get contacts. No one will know.”

He pauses for a whole whopping minute. Then he uncoils to his feet, reaching for the phone with one swift gesture. “Watari, it’s me. No, everything is fine. I just need you to cancel my neurologist appointment and transfer it to ophtalmology instead.” He pauses, as his lips curl into a smirk. “Not a word, Watari. Not a single word, if you please.”

(Write it badly, they say. Well here it is, my first attempt at writing something. Badly. But it's something. Also, inspiration from @gorkloum as for the glasses image)

#l lawliet #death note #l death note #just weird overactive imagination #death note imagination #death note oc #death note l #maevearcher #death note fanfiction

[sexynetra]

11. “I’m not fine. I know I said I was but I’m not.” for sashnetra

Idk what this is I finished it tonight as part of my goal to publish something every month 😂 it’s not really hurt/comfort, it’s not really angst, but some secret third thing. I hope you enjoy regardless!

Read on Ao3

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Sasha looked across the table at her girlfriend. Anetra was pushing the food around her plate wordlessly, eyes glued to the table. It wasn’t like her, and Sasha was worried.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?” Sasha asked for what was probably the fiftieth time that night.

“Yes, and stop asking.” Anetra said curtly, spearing her fork into a steamed carrot with far more force than necessary.

Sasha sighed, pressing her fingers into her temples and counting to 5 in her head. It wouldn’t do anyone any good for her to snap at Anetra right now, but she was at her wits end trying to get her to open up.

“Sweethea—“

“I’m fine, Sasha. Stop patronizing me,” Anetra interjected, finally tearing her gaze away from her uneaten plate of food to glare at Sasha.

It caught Sasha off guard, and she felt her palms go slightly clammy. All she wanted to do was help, but somehow she’d made an even bigger mess of this. Still, she couldn’t just drop the subject. In the six months they had been together, Sasha had never once seen Anetra like this.

Anetra seemed to notice the minute change in Sasha’s demeanor. That or the weight of whatever was happening became too much.

It looked like Anetra deflated. Her shoulders sagged and her irate expression melted off to something hollow and haunted. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset,” she mumbled. Sasha’s heart broke a little. Carefully, she extended her hand, supine. After a moment’s hesitation, Anetra reached out, entwining their fingers and squeezing gently.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sasha started carefully, rubbing her thumb along the back of Anetra’s hand. Anetra swallowed thickly and Sasha watched, gauging whether or not she was about to try.

“You didn’t– It’s nothing–” She cut herself off to stare at the ceiling in a move Sasha knew all too well. She was trying to keep tears at bay. “I just… I’m not fine. I know I said I was, but I'm not,” she said finally, blinking hard before meeting Sasha’s eyes again. Sasha’s heart broke again.

“Oh, my baby. Come here – dinner can wait,” she said softly, squeezing Anetra’s hand.

Anetra bit her lip harshly, hard enough to leave an imprint. “Can we go to the couch?”

“Of course we can.” Sasha stood up, keeping her grasp firm enough to hopefully be grounding.

They walked, hand-in hand, across the threshold into the living room. Sasha sat down first, pulling Anetra down so she was on her lap, arms snaking around her waist. “Is this okay?”

Anetra just nodded, burrowing into Sasha’s frame. It seemed, from the outside at least, that she was trying to make herself smaller. Sasha’s grip tightened minutely. “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to.”

Anetra shifted, nuzzling her face into Sasha’s shoulder before speaking. “I ran into Marcia.” Her voice was muffled, talking directly into the soft wool of Sasha’s cardigan. “At the store.”

Sasha swallowed a lump, trying to keep her own emotions in check. Anetra needed her to be strong right now. “Oh love, I’m sorry, that must have been jarring. Did she say anything to you?”

Anetra shook her head and Sasha could have sworn she heard a tiny sniffle. “She acted like she didn’t even know me… We were together for five fucking years and she acted like I was a total stranger,” Anetra’s voice broke and Sasha held her close, rubbing circles onto her back.

“I’m so sorry…” Sasha felt helpless. She didn’t know what to say, how to comfort Anetra. How could she possibly condense 5 years worth of relationship trauma into a genuine comfort? It felt like an impossible task. Useless platitudes sat on the tip of her tongue. “You deserve better than that,” she tried finally.

Anetra pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “Yeah. I do. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She carefully unwound herself from Sasha’s grip, standing up and heading towards the hall before Sasha could think of anything to say. Anetra paused at the entrance to the hallway, looking back at Sasha. “I love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you too,” Sasha replied. Anetra gave her a tiny smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Sasha leaned back, groaning and rubbing her face. I love you just wasn’t enough. She needed to come up with a plan to cheer Anetra up, and fast.

#I haven’t written Sashnetra in so long #so this does not match the dynamic of the other things I’ve written of them #but it’s a different au a different universe yknow :) #also sorry Marcia I came up with this premise when I was still mad at you xoxoxo #drag race #rpdr #RuPaul’s drag race #Anetra #Sasha Colby #Sashnetra #drag race 15 #rpdr 15 #RuPaul’s drag race 15 #drag race fanfic #drag race fanfiction #asks #ask #anon #prompt request #my writing #unedited as always ofc

[lilacwisps]

Purely because of your HC with Garreth would I be able to request a fic of him and MC getting caught by Professor Weasley please?

Hi nonnie, sorry to keep you waiting, here you go 💜

(based on these headcanons)

As he slams the door to an empty classroom closed behind them, Garreth wonders, distantly, if he should, perhaps, lock it - but then MC's fingers are in his hair again, and she's kissing him, sweet and ardent, making all thought vanish from his mind. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Garreth pulls her close, reveling in the way her body feels against his. MC's soft and eager under his touch, and the small gasp that leaves her lips as he deepens the kiss sets Garreth's blood alight, and his heart races.

Lost in the moment, Garreth barely notices how they shift around the room until he feels MC bump into a table behind her. Without breaking the kiss, Garreth picks her up and sits her on the desk. She chuckles airily as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The feeling of her body against his is utterly intoxicating and makes his head spin in the most delightful way. His hand slides past her thigh down to her knee, then lower stopping just inches from the hem of her skirt…

"What in Merlin's name is going on here!"

Instantly, Garreth's heart drops, and bright blush blooms on his cheeks. MC pulls away, flushed and disheveled and breathless, and Garreth would have liked nothing more than to take in the sight of her, but he cannot - not when his aunt somehow happened upon them.

They've been using empty classrooms for these little diversions for a while now, and perhaps, their luck was bound to run out eventually. Still, Garreth never expected that the first person to catch them would be his aunt.

When Garreth finally brings himself to meet her eyes, aunt Matilda's face is full of righteous indignation. MC hastily fixes her disheveled hair and hops off the desk to stand beside Garreth.

"I would have you explain yourself," aunt Matilda says, looking directly at Garreth.

"I'm sorry, Professor, this is all my fault - I was the one who…led MC astray," Garreth says calmly.

Without looking, he knows that MC's about to protest, so he takes her hand. "Please don't argue," he murmurs lightly, and, after a momentary hesitation, MC nods, making Garreth breathe out a sigh of relief - the last thing he wanted was for her to get in trouble.

"I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Weasley," aunt Matilda says, and Garreth knows now that she's furious, "Instead of setting a good example for our new student, you are encouraging a blatant disregard of Hogwart's code of conduct. But I appreciate your honesty."

With that, his aunt turns to MC, "MC, I believe you have Arithmancy in a few minutes? You better hurry and get to it now - Professor Jones doesn't take too well to tardiness."

MC glances over to Garreth, who gives her a slight, encouraging nod.

"Of course, Professor," MC says then, "I will be on my way. My apologies for what…you've witnessed, it won't happen again."

"I sure hope so," aunt Matilda replies as MC walks past her out of the classroom. She waits until the door closes behind MC before turning to Garreth again, "Garreth, Merlin's beard, it's like you don't get into enough trouble already, now this?"

"I'm sorry," Garreth replies, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, "I just got a little bit carried away…"

"Carried away!?" his aunt exclaims indignantly, "Is that how you view it? Is that what you would tell MC's parents when she's had a child out of wedlock? Is that what you'd have me tell them when I'll inevitably have to explain that their daughter was debauched by my own nephew?"

"I don't think what happened here went quite far enough to cause that…" Garreth says before he can even stop himself. He has many flaws, but none of them have gotten him in quite as much trouble as his habit of making light of uncomfortable situations, and by the look in aunt Matilda's eyes, he knows it's about to happen again.

"You think this is the time for jokes?" she narrows her eyes, "Do you want to spend every free period, evening, and weekend in detention until the end of the year? Since, apparently, you have no understanding of the gravity of the situation - and the only way to prevent a scandal to our family and this school is to keep you physically away from MC?"

Garreth's stomach churns - he loathes the thought of not being able to spend the time with MC - so if his aunt wants him to play at contrition, he will do just that.

"I am very sorry for my behavior," he says calmly, "This will not happen again."

Aunt Matilda holds his gaze for a long moment before nodding.

"Very well," she says, "If you truly learned your lesson, I suppose two weeks of detention will do."

Garreth almost winces - he planned to collect some potion ingredients later in the evening - but doesn't show any discontent, as that would be the surest way to extend his detention.

"I understand," he replies, "May I go now?"

"One last thing," his aunt says, as he's passing her on his way out of the classroom, "If I hear even a whisper of a rumor involving the two of you that compromises MC's reputation in any way, I will personally ensure that you do the honest thing and marry her."

Bright blush blooms on Garreth's cheeks at her words. They haven't known each other very long, but he likes MC a lot, perhaps, that wouldn't be quite so bad, even if they are quite young…

"And I will also ensure that you are the one who has to explain everything to MC's parents regarding how the situation came about," his aunt finishes coolly.

Instantly, Garreth shudders, his daydream broken - even the thought of that conversation with MC's parents is mortifying.

It seems his aunt notices the change in his demeanor. "Very well," she smiles, "I trust the two of you will behave then."

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc