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zoros-sake-bottles · 11 months

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What you’d argue with them over ! Pt.1 (Zoro, Sanji & Law)

Zoro

-Your arguing about him not taking care of his body

Zoro is willing to stretch his body to any length in order to defeat his opponent, he will break all his bones and loose half of his blood-he doesn’t care at all

He cannot and will not lose before he fights Mi-hawk and steals the title of greatest swordsman

You understand….BUT YOU CANNOT STAND IT

After every battle your left pale at the sight of Zoro, mortified at how he lays on his back in a sweat, bleeding and breathing so heavily

By the time Chopper gets to him he’s barely conscious and each time you fear the worst. But of course since this is Zoro he pops right back up after a couple hours rest and instantly tries to train

“Lay down” you say your eyes meeting his

He sits up against your wishes and tries to stretch resulting in a spurt of blood from his abdomen

"moron" you mumble forcing him down

Its silent between the two of you as the topic of the afternoon hangs over you both

Your glaring at your boyfriend and he can feel it, so he turns his head away from you

He knows that your arms are crossed and your jaw is clenched

He knows your livid and he also knows why but no matter how intimidating your stance is he won't back down

"Oi, stop looking at me like that-"

"Shut the hell up" you say, your voice sharp and pointy like the edge of a knife

Zoro turns his head as he's about to give you a piece of his mind

"I don't want to hear it, I'm done. You don't care then I won't care"

"Go out and die then, selfish prick" you spat

Zoro huffs in disbelief, you've never gotten this callous with him before and he can't believe it

"If I die that means I failed my goal and didn't deserve the title I was going after, I'm going to push myself beyond my limits whether you like it or not y/n!"

You get up and walk out of the room

You seemed so calm but underneath you were just seething

Zoro had basically just told you that your opinion meant nothing to him and that if he died then he just died

Did he ever really think about you? Did he think about how his death would affect you? How it would affect the crew?

You bet Mi-hawk recuperates, you knew for a fact that he wasn't dumb and reckless like your boyfriend was

By the way Zoro was doing things, he was going to die from over exhaustion, rather than an actual fight

You cared so much and you hated it

Often there were times when you wanted to tell him "No, you can't go yet" "Zoro your wounds are still healing" "Don't lift weights the stitches will come loose"

But you never said anything because you knew he would ignore you, telling you to stop nagging and that you were over exaggerating

You were sick and tired of it, so now you were going to let him be

Sanji

-Your arguing about him being sweet to other women

Arguments are rare things , that's how good the two of you get along

You’ve always been that solid couple that remembers everything: dates, anniversaries, birthdays-etc.etc.

So for the two of you to have a disagreement it kind of freaked you out

Your fights were always centered around two things: Sanji’s hyper attentiveness to other women's needs and you putting yourself in danger for the safety of others

Today it was the hyper attentiveness

You just couldn’t understand it sometimes, why he went out of his way to do things for girls who clearly had no intention of making nice with him

He would be any woman's doormat! It drove you insane!

You were all for the “respect and never hurt a woman” attitude but the things he allowed-it was a cross of boundaries !

Not to mention he was totally oblivious to when women were subtly flirting with him, every time he got bumped against, groped & touched- he just smiled politely

You were a calm and rational person but unfortunately someone got a fist to the face today

You had stormed away, with him apologizing to your victim and chasing after you in your wake

He tried to stop you and talk but you ended up blowing up on him

"Darling-please-" he tried to reach out for your arm

"Don't Sanji! Don't even-I can't do this right now!" you yank away from him

Still he follows behind you like he almost always does

"I can't believe you let that woman touch your chest!"

"Ma cheri she simply fell into me-”

“What did she trip on Sanji?! The air!?

Sanji loves you more than anything so he didn’t shout not once but you could hear it in his voice that he didn’t agree with the way you handled things

It was no point in talking if he wasn’t going to understand so you left him there and didn’t talk to him much after that

Law

-Your arguing about him not communicating with you properly

This man is a loner

Even with a complete crew, he’s still a loner

You can’t even fathom how your relationship had gotten this far

There's so much he doesn’t tell you, even the small things everyone should know “oh I'm allergic to…. I don’t like when you…. I changed the ….” NOTHING HE TELLS YOU NOTHING

He often does this thing were he underestimates you

Law operates on his own, he goes by what he thinks is best

You could talk up a whole plan for battle and research ! He would tell you “okay” but when it comes to the day of acting out the plan he’s changed EVERYTHING about it and hasn’t spoken a WORD to you

“Law, are you dead serious?! Wha-I-I looked like an idiot out there! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!” you stressed running your hands through your hair

“Y/n- ya it wasn’t that much of a change I simply-”

“I was telling everyone the wrong information! I cost us time and-and-”

“It was fine, I'm telling you, your overthinking it…Bepo and Penguin took over and in the end everything was ok, we didn’t draw much attention either” he stood in the door of your shared room with his arms crossed

He clearly didn’t understand why you were so upset, he didn’t understand the magnitude of the issue for you

“Law, look at me…” you glared at your boyfriend

“I WANTED to help, I WANTED them to trust and follow my lead as a fellow member of this crew! Today all I showed them was that i am a clueless buffoon who just so happens to date their captain” your fist balled up

“Nobody thinks that” he raised an eyebrow, dismissing your thoughts and feelings

You were a steaming pot and just like that you were over boiling

“Will you stop treating me like I'm some blasted kid?! I'm 24, for goodness sakes Law are you even listening to me when I talk?!” you shouted but it seemed to have no affect on him

Law stayed silent in the corner and he didn’t move a muscle

You felt like you were talking to a wall

Your eyes glossed over and you stood up and pushed past him, tired of being dismissed and handled like you were incapable

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onlyhaos · 2 months

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pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader (pt. 2)

genre: angst, fluff (?)

warnings: alcohol consumption, tiny bit of swearing

[a/n] My apologies for this crappy fic, but I’m just not able to continue writing on my longer fics atm😔😔 Tell me if there are other things that should be a warning, if needed. ly💞💞

Seungcheol was not in the mood for jokes right now, and so were you.

Both of you holding back tears.

This all could’ve been avoided if both of you just weren’t so hot headed every time you wanted to discuss your different opinions.

Because every single time it lead to arguments.

Arguments where one gave the other the silent treatment, or completely shut them out their space.

Though today was different, you knew after every fight you and Seungcheol would talk about it. Even if it was a night or a day later.

But neither you nor Seungcheol could believe what left your mouth, when you both spoke about your last disagreement.

When he heard your words, his heart crumbled.

“Do we even still make sense..? Isn’t this all just bad for both of us?- I mean we try to keep something alive that’s dying down more and more.” You said, barely above a whisper.

And he still could hear every word.

“Y/n, are you fucking kidding me, right now? After 2 years, you’re saying that we’re dying down?” He said, trying to hide his sadness with his irritated tone.

It wasn’t easy, and you knew that your words hit the both of you like a bullet, because you were already affected by it as regret filled your mind.

“I..I just mean..” You stammered.

“Keep it to yourself, I do definitely not need to hear it.” A tear slipping down his cheek as he spoke.

Swallowing the big lump down your throat, you spoke again.

“What will we do now?” You choked out, making Seungcheol look at you. Hiding his worries and the way he‘s near a breakdown, too.

He knew that if he broke down now, you and him wouldn’t be able to have a peaceful mind for this conversation. And everything could end, unclear and unsolved.

“I‘ll leave.“

You looked up at your, still, boyfriend, not holding those falling tears back anymore.

“What..?” You questioned, following him, who’s now walking to the front door.

He opened the door, and the last words you heard from him echoed in your head, for the rest of the night:

“Until death do us fucking part, right? Your words.” He scoffed, leaving.

These words made you freeze, your heart felt like it was shattering. Memories brought back, the words, that were the start of your relationship.

They just felt like a broken promise.

You couldn’t stop him from leaving though, since you understood him too much, to be selfish.

All you could see was a blur now, having to accept the fact that this was possibly the end for the both of you.

Further into the night, finding yourself on the couch again, you down the expensive whiskeys Seungcheol likes to drink after a tiring day of work.

Because after sitting in front of the door, for an whole hour and hoping for your boyfriend to come back, you came to the realization that this door was going to stay shut for tonight.

Continuing to recall only his last words were like a nightmare, no, worse than that.

And you couldn‘t drown those words out, no matter how much you drank.

Staring at your phone the whole night, you eventually fell asleep. Since crying, enough to feel dehydrated, and even giving up drinking didn‘t help.

Your figure was just blacked out on the couch, the familiar ringing of your phone pulling you out of your sleep.

Hastily, you searched for it, your head already buzzing and making it harder to focus, on finding the phone that was somewhere on the big furniture.

You looked at your screen, in hopes for it to be Seungcheol.

Even though the screen was completely dark, it was the only thing that lit up your unlit living room.

Jeonghan.

It read.

You hesitated, unsure who would be on the phone now, and fake tapping the accept button twice as you bit your other thumb anxiously.

You put all the courage you had into the nerves of your fingertips. Ready to accept the call, and the second you try to accept it, your phone goes dark again.

You took too much time.

Fuck.

All the confidence you built up in those (maybe not so) sober seconds suddenly evaporated again.

The only solution was shrinking back into yourself, letting tears fall again.

Because never would you have enough courage to call back. Not when you’re unsure about who would accept the call on Jeonghan’s phone.

Letting the darkness of the living room and your sadness take over you again, you slowly closed your teary eyes.

And falling asleep again, just not hearing the next message that’s been sent this time.

Cheollie 🎀🍒

I’ll be back tomorrow, when we’re both a bit more composed. We’ll talk about every single thing, that made us come to thinking that breaking up would be a good idea.

Because I won’t and I don’t want to let you go that easily.

Tomorrow we’ll decide how things will be in the future. If we’ll still have one.

I love you, Y/n.

Jeonghan only looked at Seungcheol, before their eyes met, Seungcheol already broke down. Finding the safety in the arms of his best friend for that night.

And not in his lover.

But he knew if you both wanted something, you would fight for it. As good and as bad you both knew about each other, you’d always pull through together.

You both loved, and such love came with everything.

“Through thick and thin” That was your promise to each other.

pt. 2 <3

#seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fanfic #svt fic #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol angst

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lilacura · 2 months

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Fading Embers | Jang Wonyoung

pairing: wonyoung x reader

>wc: 2,680

content warning: contains themes of angst, car accidents, and emotional distress.

sypnosis: When Jang Wonyoung receives a life-changing phone call, will love be enough to overcome the unimaginable challenges that lay ahead?

The Fourth of July was supposed to be a day of celebration, a day where fireworks lit up the sky in vibrant colors, and laughter filled the air. But for Y/N and Wonyoung, this day would forever be etched into their memories as the day their world shattered.

Y/N and Wonyoung had always been inseparable. They were two souls intertwined, sharing their dreams and fears, their joys and sorrows. Their love was a fire that burned bright, but even the brightest flames can be extinguished with a single gust of wind.

That morning, the sun rose with a deceptive warmth, casting gentle rays of light on the small town where Y/N and Wonyoung resided. But inside their hearts, a brewing storm threatened to tear them apart.

The tension had been building for weeks, their love caught in the crossfire of miscommunication and unspoken frustrations. As the hours ticked by, the weight of their unexpressed emotions grew heavier, straining the fragile threads that held them together.

It was a seemingly insignificant disagreement that sparked the flames of their fight. Words were exchanged with sharp edges, fueled by insecurities and pent-up resentments. Y/N's heart ached, but she couldn't find the words to bridge the growing chasm between them.

"Why don't you ever listen to me, Y/N?" Wonyoung's voice trembled with frustration, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I feel like I'm talking to a wall sometimes."

Y/N's brows furrowed, hurt flashing in her eyes. "I do listen, Wonyoung. I just... I have my own thoughts and opinions too. Can't we have a conversation without it turning into an argument?"

Wonyoung's frustration turned into anger as she felt her defenses rise. "It's not just about having different opinions, Y/N. It's about feeling like you dismiss mine. Like they don't matter."

Y/N's voice grew sharper. "Well, maybe if you didn't always assume that you're right and I'm wrong, we wouldn't have this problem!"

The room fell silent, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Wonyoung's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She never intended for their argument to escalate this far.

The silence stretched on, tension thickening between them. Y/N's voice softened, her hurt transforming into resignation. "Maybe we need some time apart," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "To figure out if we can find our way back to each other."

Wonyoung's eyes welled up with tears as her heart shattered into a million pieces. "Y/N, no... Please, don't say that. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N turned away, her voice heavy with unspoken pain. "I can't keep going like this, Wonyoung. We're hurting each other more than we're making each other happy. Maybe it's better if we take a step back and reevaluate."

And with those words, Y/N walked out of the room, leaving Wonyoung standing there, tears streaming down her face, feeling the weight of her regret and the realization that she might have pushed Y/N away too far.

Hours turned into days, and days turned into sleepless nights. Y/N replayed the fight over and over in her mind, each word a dagger to her heart. Regret washed over her, but pride held her tongue. She wanted to reach out, to apologize, but fear held her back.

Meanwhile, Wonyoung, tormented by her own doubts, questioned whether she had made the right decision. She missed Y/N's presence, her laughter, and the way they fit together like puzzle pieces. But the pain of their fight lingered, a constant reminder of their brokenness.

Then, on that fateful Fourth of July, Y/N decided to take a drive alone. The open road beckoned her, promising solace and clarity. But fate had other plans.

The radio played softly, the notes of a familiar song filling the confines of the car. Y/N's mind wandered, lost in a sea of regrets and what-ifs. She didn't see the stop sign until it was too late.

The screeching of tires filled the air as Y/N's car collided with another vehicle. Glass shattered, metal twisted, and the world spun into chaos. Pain radiated through Y/N's body as the impact jolted her senses awake. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own wreckage.

Meanwhile, Wonyoung, unaware of the impending tragedy, felt a sudden unease creeping into her bones. A nameless dread settled upon her like a heavy blanket. She reached for her phone,only to find it silent, devoid of any messages or missed calls.

With a sinking heart, Wonyoung dialed Y/N's number. Panic rose within her as the call went straight to voicemail. Her mind raced, connecting the dots between their fight and Y/N's sudden disappearance.

Wonyoung's heart skipped a beat as her phone rang, displaying the number of the local police department. With a sense of unease, she answered the call, her voice trembling.

"Hello?" Wonyoung spoke, her voice filled with worry.

The voice on the other end belonged to Officer Smith. "Is this Jang Wonyoung?"

Wonyoung's breath hitched. "Yes, this is Wonyoung. What's happened?"

Officer Smith's tone turned somber. "I regret to inform you that there has been a car accident involving Y/N. She has sustained injuries, and we are currently at the scene."

Fear gripped Wonyoung's heart, her mind racing with thoughts of Y/N's well-being. "Is she going to be alright?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.

Officer Smith's voice held a hint of reassurance. "We have called for an ambulance, and they are en route. It would be best if you could come to the accident site. It occurred on Oak Street near the intersection with Maple Avenue."

Tears welled up in Wonyoung's eyes as she processed the gravity of the situation. "I'm on my way," she replied, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Please take care of her."

Officer Smith offered a sympathetic tone. "We will do everything we can. Just come as quickly as possible."

As Wonyoung hung up the phone, her heart raced with worry. Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed her keys and rushed out the door, her mind consumed with thoughts of Y/N's safety. Every passing second felt like an eternity as she raced towards the unknown, praying that she would reach Y/N in time and that they would find solace in each other's arms once more.

The sight that greeted Wonyoung was a nightmare come to life. Emergency lights flashed, illuminating the twisted metal and the devastation left in the wake of the collision. Her breath caught in her throat as she spotted Y/N's car, mangled and broken.

Paramedics worked frantically, their voices a blur to Wonyoung's ears. She pushed through the crowd, desperate to reach Y/N's side. And there, amidst the chaos, she found her love.

Wonyoung's voice trembled as she knelt beside Y/N, her eyes filled with tears. "Y/N, oh my god, are you okay? Please, please be okay!"

Y/N winced, pain etched across her face. "Wonyoung... I... I'm sorry."

Wonyoung's heart shattered at the sight of Y/N's pain. She took Y/N's hand in her own, her voice choked with emotion. "No, Y/N, this isn't your fault. I'm sorry too. I never should have let it get this far. I love you, and I can't lose you."

Tears streamed down Y/N's face as they both realized the fragility of their love and the depth of their regret. "I love you too, Wonyoung," Y/N whispered, their voices barely audible amid the chaos surrounding them. "Please forgive me."

Wonyoung nodded, her grip on Y/N's hand tightening. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

As the paramedics worked to free Y/N from the wreckage, the echoes of their fight faded into the background. In that moment, all that mattered was their love and the hope of rebuilding what was broken.

The Fourth of July would forever be a reminder of their darkest hour, but it would also be the catalyst for their journey towards healing. Their love, once a fire on the verge of extinguishing, now flickered with renewed determination, ready to rise from the ashes and burn brighter than ever before.

a/n: this is so ass omg

#ive #ive wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung #ive x reader #gg x reader #girl group #wony x reader #ive x you

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mjoffic · 1 year

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red velvet cake - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: Your relationship continues to blossom with Eddie, however your older brother Steve isn’t the biggest fan and lines are tested

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, fight fight fight, let me know if I miss anything!

Word count: 5.3k

a/n: Hey, all! Welcome to my first official post! If you enjoy, please like, reblog, etc! This was just a lil blurb, but I have other things in the works, so I’m hoping this goes well and I can continue to share with you all!

“I need you and your big hair to calm down.”

Your brother looked to you quickly from the bathroom mirror, his face scrunched up at your comment. “My hair is not big.”

“You say that and yet you’ve gone through your second can of hair spray this month,” you retorted, grabbing the can quickly in your hand.

Steve snatched for it but you held it behind you, ceasing any attempt of him grabbing it. He sighed with a comb still lodged in his brown tuffs and leaned back against the counter. Another disagreement between the two of you. Nothing was new seeing as that was the typical way a brother and sister relationship stemmed. From the time you were born, only a short year after Steve, you were at each other’s throats constantly and could never come to an agreement on anything. Steve would steal your favorite toy that day from the toybox, so you’d steal the TV remote and sit on it to his disdain when your parents allowed you both to pick the nightly movie after dinner. You’d spread gossip in the middle school of your older brothers crush on Tammy Thompson (before the singing career), and somehow most girls still believed in cooties, so he’d steal your clothes from your locker before gym class was over. Today’s topic of conversation once again revisited your current dating life and now you were stealing his most prized possession. This was the never ending, vicious, and annoying cycle only those who had a sibling could understand at the end of the day.

“I really don’t see what the big deal is,” you said, crossing your arms. “Eddie and I have been seeing each other for almost a year now and you still refuse to hang out with him.”

“Yeah, it’s Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. He runs that club Dustin and Mike are in, huge nerd, and he’s in a band that plays at the Hideout” he grumbled. “Also, he’s way older than you.”

“He’s twenty, Steve. It’s not like I’m a kid anymore,” you replied. “Also, he’s a senior. I’m a senior. And Hellfire is actually really cool if you’d take up the invites I’ve extended.”

Steve shook his head, wagging his finger. “No, no, you’re a senior. This is his third time being a senior.”

“And he’s gonna graduate! He finally has a C in Mrs. O’Donnell’s!”

“It’s still weird. And just because you date him doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

A groan escaped you and your arms dropped from their defensive position. “But the least you could do is be civil with him. I can’t bring him over because you make everything so uncomfortable, and now with Nancy’s party coming I’d just like the two of you to get along for once!”

Steve looked to you after your minor outburst and his eyes traveled your face. He couldn’t help but be a little annoyed by you but he hated that in a sense, you were right. He’d only based his opinions on Eddie off of what he knew from when he went to Hawkins High and what he heard around town. You’d always dealt with his on and off again flings that never worked out and continued to accept each one as they came through the door so why couldn’t he do the same for you? It might be the older sibling in him screaming at him to watch out for his baby sister but you were getting older and dating was just naturally right behind. The thought ran a chill down Steve’s spine.

“Fine,” he sighed, standing straight. “I’ll… I’ll try. Just this once. But I’m not going to the board game nights, though.”

You squealed and the jump that came with it shocked your brother. You could get past his comments this once. “Thank you, thank you! Oh, Steve, I could hug you!” You made a face realizing what just came out of your mouth and you shook your head. “But I won’t. Gross. Here’s your even grosser hairspray, I have to go call Eddie!”

You shoved the can back in his hand and spun on your heels, now ready to face your boyfriend and his dislike for Steve. Steve, however, felt a small smile creep up on his face at your antics. His head snapped up at ‘hairspray’ and he groaned.

“It’s not just hair spray!” he yelled after you, before looking to himself in the mirror. “It’s Farrah Fawcett spray.”

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Eddie had come to pick you up for your nightly drive together as soon as you had called, and you couldn’t help the excitement that buzzed in you. He took note of this and turned down the head pounding sounds of Motley to focus in as soon as you had climbed in the passenger seat. “What’s got you riled up, sweetheart? Missed me that much?”

You smirked, looking to the doe eyed boy. “You’re so full of it, Eds.”

He tossed his hand to his heart, making those big eyes of his twinkle in the light of the dashboard. “Only full of my love for you.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bustled out and Eddie soon joined in, his hand now grabbing yours in his. He squeezed gently and you squeezed back, the cold of his rings sending goosebumps up your arm. “Now come on, spill. You sounded way too excited on the phone.”

You nodded. “While yes, I definitely missed you, I talked to Steve today about Nancy’s party.”

His hand lost a little grip to yours and you looked to him quickly, the smile on his face slowly disappearing and you frowned in response. “Eddie, it was a good conversation. He didn’t even say much in the negative category.”

“Much?” Eddie scoffed. “So I’m guessing we’re gonna talk about it.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I would just really like you both to get along,” you shrugged.

Eddie made a face.

“For one night.”

An eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “For me.”

That was it. Right there. Eddie was caught. How could he say no to you? Your relationship had been nothing but perfect, and there was a happy balance of entertaining each others interests. You’d attend Hellfire meetings with him and watch Corroded Coffin practice, he’d come to your piano recitals and help you finish your notes for book club. You’d share musical interests with each other and watch every movie under the sun, and you’d both agree Sixteen Candles would never been an option. His Uncle Wayne had taken an immense liking to you as soon as you and Eddie became friends, he’d even tag along to your piano recitals sometimes when work didn’t have him in a chokehold.

“I know you two have never really liked each other, but you’re my boyfriend, he’s my brother. At the end of the day I don’t want to have to pick between the two of you, and Steve has agreed to set aside all of it for the party. I just want you to be in the same boat.”

“Is it just one night?” Eddie questioned, his eyes searching yours.

“If I can get one night of civil between you two, I can die happy,” you smiled softly. “And besides, it’ll be fun. Everyone will be there, the kids, Nancy, Robin, Jonathon, and I’m making your favorite.”

“Stop,” he gasped, the twinkle coming back and he grinned. “Please tell me it’s your red velvet cake.”

“With the homemade icing,” you nodded, watching him throw the theatrics back on and he fanned himself. “Mrs. Wheeler has been asking for the recipe since I made it at Holly’s birthday last year, figured the party would be a good time to make it.”

“It’s always a good time for anything you cook,” Eddie praised, making you shift in your seat. “Now I’m really looking forward to this party.”

“Well,” you sighed, adjusting yourself in your seat and turning your full body towards him. “I know something that might help the wait.”

He noticed the change in your tone and his eyes didn’t lose the glimmer, just a different glimmer now displayed and he double checked the gear and threw it in park, having turned into the high school parking lot. “Oh? Did you make something else for me?”

“I brought only the best for you,” you smiled, leaning up and across the console separating you.

Eddie bit his lower lip and his hand grabbed lightly at your face. “Show me, princess.”

Immediately obliging, you pressed your lips to his and he quickly pulled you over the console, resting in his lap. He seemed to take all of this better than Steve. Maybe the party would work out in your favor, hell, maybe they could even be friends by the end of it? Maybe? Right?

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“I think it’s nice you’re setting aside your differences for your sister,” Nancy said, pouring a bag of chips into a large serving bowl. Robin and Steve were helping her with last minute food prep as they awaited everyone to arrive. Pizza was already there, sodas were in the cooler, Robin even brought movies from Family Video and Steve dug out the old board games your parents had stored away.

“It’s just for tonight,” Steve retorted, grabbing a Coke and quickly opening it. He could feel his usual nerves heightened with the agreement between you and him. He’d never admit it, but having his little sister genuinely involved with someone was a huge thing for him (but also it being Eddie didn’t exactly please him either). “I told her I’d try for tonight.”

“Why don’t you, I dunno, try everyday?” Robin said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re missing out on future brother in law bonding time.”

Steve winced, groaning out and waved his hands. “No, no, no, don’t say that. You don’t know that.”

“Ah, but you don’t know either,” the short haired fiend quipped and shrugged. “Also it wouldn’t kill you to maybe get to know Eddie and form your own opinion. He’s sat with us at lunch a few times, he’s not so bad.”

Steve looked to Nancy, his face stressed. “Can you believe this?”

Nancy pursed her lips, finishing up last touches. “I don’t think it’s honestly a big deal.”

“What? You agree?” Steve said. “You’ve seen Munson and-“

“And,” Nancy interrupted. “-nothing. I don’t have an opinion on Eddie because I don’t know him that well.”

Robin gestured in support, throwing her arms out in front of her. “See?”

“Well he doesn’t make the effort either,” Steve defended. “So why should I?”

“One of you has to, or you both have the chance of losing y/n,” Nancy responded, raising her eyebrow at him. “It takes effort from both of you.”

“But-“

The sound of shouting and laughing came from the front room and Nancy looked at him once more. “Behave.”

Steve sighed as the kids piled in the kitchen, scurrying over each other and grabbing what their hands could before Nancy shooed them. “We have more people coming, guys, come on!”

Jonathon followed in, shouting after Will and Dustin as they brushed past him into the living room. He smiled kindly to Steve and soon took to the tension that radiated from the older boy. “You alright?”

Steve nodded, taking a quick drink of his Coke. “Yeah, just being scolded by women. Again.”

Jonathon laughed briefly before Steve spoke up once more. “Is my sister here yet?”

“Uh, I think her and Eddie weren’t too far down the road,” he replied. “I passed them on the way here.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Great, wonderful, terrific.”

Steve continued on a tangent of positive words and Jonathon glanced between the two girls, pointing to Steve with an eyebrow raised. Nancy rolled her eyes and shook her head. Robin shrugged, sipping exceptionally loud on her drink. Jonathon made a face at both of them and could only anticipate what to expect going into tonights events.

The same thought had been crossing Eddie’s mind all day. He knew that despite how he felt, he needed to try his best for you. That meant setting aside how he felt about your brother, how Steve made him feel all those years in school, every single time Steve laid the ‘freak’ bit on thick – Eddie was preparing himself to leave it all at the door as soon as you arrived to the party. He could only hope Steve was on the same page and tonight would move rather seamlessly. If all went according to plan, maybe they could continue hating each other again bright and early tomorrow morning.

“Whoa!” you yelped, almost bumping into Eddie who had stopped in front of you. The cake in your hands was fragile cargo and you swerved, saving it from meeting it’s demise with the pavement. “Jeez, Eds, if you want any of this cake I would appreciate if you kept both feet moving or a heads up would be greatly appreciated.”

He turned abruptly and made a face, scratching the back of his head. “Um, yeah, sorry, sweetheart. Just lost in thought."

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him. His nerves were on full display and you knew Steve was most likely in the same boat. You’d do whatever you could to ease both of the boys tensions, to prevent anything from escalating, and you hoped they both knew you were on their sides and not against them. It would be beneficial not just for you but the group, too, if there was common ground and structure and not the constant state of tension so thick, of awkward conversations, of debating if it should be both Steve and Eddie invited or one or the other. Not only was it hard for you, but your friends who were also in the same predicament you were with two of the group members holding it out for one another.

“It’s gonna be fine, Eds,” you said as you stepped up the small step to the door. “Deep breaths, like I taught you.”

He snorted, pushing the door open for you. “Aye, aye, captain.”

The eye roll that followed had Eddie pinching at your hips, causing you to yelp and laugh, trying to escape the attack. “Eddie, stop! I have a cake in-“

Your back met with a firm surface and you gasped, hands gripping the dish even tighter. You wobbled slightly, your feet finding an uneven surface and hands gripped your arms to keep you from tripping even further. The eyes of Steve looked back at yours when you glanced back and you sighed, standing straighter after regaining your footing. “I almost dropped the cake, Steve.”

“Maybe Eddie shouldn’t goof off as much, then,” he stated plainly, removing his hands and making eye contact with Eddie who had set his lips in a fine, tight line at the statement.

“Come on, Steve,” Nancy quipped, stepping in the room. “He was just being a little silly, that’s all. Y/n, Eddie, there’s food and drinks in the kitchen! Come on, I’ll help you get that cake in a safer spot.”

You smiled to Nancy, looking back at Eddie and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head and held up his pack of cigarettes, slipping past the three of you and towards the back doors. A frown soon replaced the former smile and you slipped pass Steve into the kitchen. Nancy gave him a stern look and hustled behind you. This would be a long night.

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Eddie had rejoined the festivities shortly after his two cigarettes, his nerves only escalating at Steve and his comment. Right off the bat, he had thought, he just had to jump into an accusatory stance. He bit his tongue in your defense, but how long could he keep that up? Jonathon and him had gotten into conversation you had overheard, and watched quietly from a distance. Nancy and Robin chitchatted next to you, and the kids were already causing Steve’s inner mother to kick in. Lucas and Mike were tossing a ball back and forth in the living room, Dustin and Will had turned on their favorite radio station and were singing much off tune to Madonna (much to everyone’s surprised enjoyment, even Eddie who only ever consumed that of every heavy 80’s metal or hairband), and Max and El were currently in a contest of who could crush a soda can the fastest: Max against her forehead, or El with her actually head? Steve was in the current stages of trying to prevent possible brain damage, to both. Erica was continuously bugging you for a slice of cake, to which you turned her down everytime.

“Nerd,” she’d grumble.

“Don’t you agree?” Robin asked, bumping her hip into yours and you quickly looked to her, eyebrows raised. You waited and she glanced to Nancy, then back. “Have you really not been listening? Babes, this is the impending doom of the possibility of not getting new band uniforms.”

“Oh, no,” you breathed, the end of ‘no’ hitching slightly in question and you couldn’t help the giggle that followed when Robin groaned. Nancy joined in the laughter and Robin threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Fine! I’ll go complain to Steve!”

“That might be good, actually,” you suggested, watching Steve stumble by with Dustin on his back and attempting to smack his hands away. “Looks like he could use the help.”

“Dustin! Dustin, Steve is not a piñata!” Robin hollered, following after them as you and Nancy watched in amusement.

“So,” Nancy started in, refilling your cups and returning her gaze to the events taking place in the room next to you. “They haven’t fought.”

“Ssh!” you snapped quickly, looking to her. “Nance, you’ll jinx it! This is the most I’ve seen them not go at each other, even if they are just keeping to themselves. It’s a start and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“How long do you think it’ll keep up, though?” she asked honestly. When you frowned at her question she set a hand on your arm. “I want you happy, you’re my friend. Knowing those two bone heads, though, I just worry they’ll drop the façade when you aren’t looking.”

Your frown creased even further into your face. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Nance. It’s my brother and my boyfriend. I love them both, but I don’t wanna lose either of them.”

“I know,” Nancy sighed, before perking up. “What if-“

“Watch it!” Steve shouted, and all eyes directed into the living room.

Eddie dusted Dustin’s shoulders off, before looking to Steve. “You almost crashed the kid into the bookshelf, man, you should be the one watchin’ it.”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Like earlier when you nearly pummeled my sister into the ground?”

“Goddammit, Nancy,” you mumbled before stepping up a ways. “Steve, it was-“

His eyes cast to you and he scoffed. “An accident? Like anytime y’all horse around?”

“Hey,” Eddie snapped, stepping up to your side. “I’ve never laid a hand on her like that.”

“Like what?” Steve retorted.

“You know exactly what you mean,” Eddie said.

Jonathon stepped up now, followed by Dustin. “Come on, guys, everyone just caught up in the moment. Everyone’s good.”

Steve shook his head. “I’ll be good when he’s gone.”

“Steve!” Nancy said, shaking her head.

“Like hell!” Eddie laughed. “I was invited!”

You sat a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, looking to him. “Eddie, calm down.”

“Fine! Then I’ll go!” Steve said, and he looked to you. “Come on, Y/N, we’re leaving.”

Everyone stared, Robin trying to talk quietly to Steve who was having none of it. Nancy looked to Jonathon with a worried expression and the kids clamored to the other side of the room, just watching. You stared at your brother in disbelief and shook your head. “Steve, we just all need a break, please! Let’s just all breathe a second!”

“We can breathe at home.”

Steve stepped up and grabbed your arm, causing Eddie to grab the other. You squeaked at the force of the two boys, looking to Nancy with wide eyes. They had never escalated to protectiveness with you involving each other in the same moment, it had never gotten this heated before and the worry crept in the pit of your stomach, causing bile to slowly rise in the back of your throat. You swallowed it down, the panic on your face evident and Nancy immediately jumped in.

“Boys!” Nancy yelled, grabbing onto Steve and Jonathon grabbing Eddie.

“Come on, guys, this is stupid,” Jonathon added and patted Eddie on his back.

“She doesn’t wanna go,” Eddie snarled, staring Steve right in the face.

“I’m her brother, older might I add, so what I say goes,” Steve responded, Nancy tugging on his belt loop.

“Guys, please stop!” you cried, wiggling in their grips. “You said you’d try! Just break it up!”

Dustin and Max came up, prying the older boys grips and Robin stepped up to pull you aside, her arm slipping around your shoulders. Eddie shook his head, chuckling to himself and turned away from Steve which caused Jonathon to loosen his grip. Nancy kept a petite finger interloped in Steve’s belt loop for safe keeping.

“Steve, why don’t we go outside for a minute?” Nancy mumbled, tugging lightly.

Steve broke his gaze on Eddie, wiping a hand down his face. He nodded slowly and turned towards her. “Yeah… yeah anything to get away from that freak.”

The words slipped out without a second thought. Steve froze, as did everyone else, and eyes landed on Eddie. The panic that set in was worse than the first time and you pulled away from Robin, going to Eddie immediately. As soon as the words were out, Eddie’s shoulders tightened and his back went straight. Jonathon could see his face and he watched every emotion cross over it – shock, realization, anger, guilt, sadness, absolute rage. Eddie couldn’t register who was near him and his hearing went into a high frequency pitch. His eyes darkened and the only thing you felt was the shove, a rush of air, and your back hitting the counter of the island. “Eddie, no!”

Eddie swung first. His fist connected quickly with Steve’s jaw and the elder boy stared stone cold at him as Steve stumbled to the ground.

“Shit,” Dustin muttered and everyone was quick in action.

Steve jumped up from the ground, Will and Mike trying to hold him back while Jonathon and Dustin grabbed for Eddie. Lucas moved Max and Erica out of the way and Robin and Nancy stepped up to your side.

“Let me go!” Steve yelled. “Let me go!”

“Knock it off!” Mike snapped, stumbling at the tug Steve attempted away from the younger boys.

“Come on!” Eddie cackled. “Let pretty boy get a nice swing in!”

“Don’t push it!” Jonathon snapped.

“I’m slipping!” Dustin yelled, his palms clammy and his upper arm strength nonexistent in the pull Eddie had.

“Eddie, Steve, stop!” you shouted. “Stop right now!”

“I’ll never understand what my sister sees in you!” Steve shouted, glaring. “She could do so much better!”

Eddie scoffed and licked his lips. “Like I haven’t heard that before! At least I can land a gal, you strike out on every chance you get! So much for being the Hawkins King!”

“Shut up!” you again yelled.

“Maybe you should listen to your girlfriend! She’s clearly got the brains in this relationship!” Steve smirked. “Third times a charm right?”

“It’s no wonder she hates being at home!” Eddie started, and you froze. “I wouldn’t want to be around someone as idiotic, full of themselves, and a kiss ass like you!”

“Bullshit she doesn’t want to be at home! It’s better than that trailer trash park you’re in! I’m surprised she hasn’t brought home bed bugs or lice!”

“Ask her then! You don’t even try to get to know her anyway, so what does it matter!”

“I know my sister!”

“Like hell!”

Tears began to well in your eyes and you tried your best to swallow them down. The adrenaline was suffocating, everyone getting their own taste of it. Dustin’s grip slowly lost and Eddie pulled free the rest of the way, Steve finding his way out from Will and Mike. Everyone started yelling all at once when the two got ahold of each other, causing mass chaos to ensue. Fists flying, Eddie landed another blow to Steve’s eye – it would definitely be swollen in the next hour and shut completely by the end of the night. Steve tumbled around with Eddie, landing two good blows into his ribs causing the metalhead to yell out – they weren’t broken but there would definitely be major bruising and tender for a while. You attempted your own chance at pulling them apart, but the force of the two sent you stumbling and Nancy shouted, anger setting in for her at the two acting this way in her home. “Knuckleheads, break it up or I’ll call Hopper!”

The two continued their dance, nearly tumbling into the three of you and Steve slammed Eddie against the counter top. Eddie flailed beneath him and Steve sent a blow to his jaw, causing Eddie to yelp in pain. He glared up at Steve and reached around him for anything that would help him gain some traction.

His hand landed in something mushy, his fingers feeling a heavy, thick, consistency on them but he went with it. Eddie grabbed a fist full and landed a blow into Steve’s face, causing him to gasp and lose his hold. Steve wiped his face, red crumbs and white icing coating his hand. He stared at it before looking up and it was on before you could stop them. Steve grabbed his own fist full and the two went back to it, cake and icing flying in every which direction. Food and drinks came with it and everyone yelled as soon, the entire party was coated in carbonation, crumbs of chips, and icing being flung every which direction. Nancy tried to block herself, screaming out in anger. Oh, how much trouble she was going to be in for this later.

You felt the tears brimming, pushing, and soon tumbling over your waterline. They were heavy, hot, and quickly cascading down your face. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath and everything moved in slow motion in front of you. The cake was destroyed, demolished, gone, as were any chances of your two favorite people reconciling and putting any differences behind them. There went any chances of family dinners, trips, any chances of enjoying a Corroded Coffin show, any chances of a future that was healthy with either one. You watched as they continued their antics, neither one of them sparing any glance to check on you, to see your reaction, for any sign or confirmation that you were okay. In this moment, it was about Steve and Eddie. It was always about Steve and Eddie. Reflecting and looking back, even when it was you and only one of them, it turned around to discuss the other.

Steve always wanted to know what Eddie was doing, who he was hanging out with, where you were going with him, if Eddie was trying to sell you weed, if you two were drinking. Anything he could get dirt on for your parents. Eddie always wanted to know what Steve was doing, if he was working, when he was working, and when he’d be home so he could plan exactly to come get you at the worst time just to annoy him. It was little things, it was spiteful, and the two couldn’t leave high school behind. Where did you even fit in to the equation? At that point it’d be better for them to just date each other.

Making your way to the now empty cake platter, a splash of Coke greeting you in the face on your trek, you grabbed the glass dish firmly in your hands. The porcelain was completely clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been. This is what your life would be now; clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been. The surface, slipping back and forth in your hands, would not survive this fight either. Arms raising above your head, you could hear your pulse in your ears, not even the shout from Robin when she saw what you were doing, it was so loud. Even when you screamed out in frustration, you couldn’t hear how actually loud you were, how it was almost deafening as the realization set over the situation in front of you. Most everyone covered their ears with their hands, wide eyed and cowering back from what was to come. With your screaming, you quickly brought the plate crashing down to the kitchen tile and shards of glass went flying. The small pieces grazed your bare calves, probably not the best time to be wearing shorts. Steve and Eddie were the two closest to the line of fire, both of them turning away and blocking their faces. When the glass had calmed, that’s when your screaming did, and the deafening silence that followed felt louder.

Everyone looked around, food and drink covering every surface in the kitchen and half of the living room. The glass had spread from the bottom of your feet into the line of the living room, down the tile of the kitchen, and even some had managed to bounce to the countertop. All eyes slowly landed on you, Eddie and Steve both finally taking in the mass destruction of what they had caused. Tears continued to stream down your face, mixed with the icing slabbed on your cheek and the stain of Coke all along the collar and upper shoulders of your shirt. Eddie looked to your legs and saw the thin lines of blood from the shards, before meeting your face again. Steve watched as your shoulders shook from the sobs held in, your face as red as the cake you had made.

Oh shit, the cake.

“Oh, baby,” Eddie started.

“Kiddo, I-“ Steve added at the same time.

“No!” you sobbed. The room grew quiet again. All eyes were on you. This was your time.

“I-“ you started, taking a deep breath to try and align yourself. “I didn’t want to lose- to lose either of you. I wanted th-this to work. Just once!”

Guilt began creeping over the boys, disappointment settled in Steve’s bones as he knew he let you down, Eddie feeling his own tears start to grow at the state you were in. They didn’t want this.

“But now,” you chuckled, causing both boys to go rigid in fear. “Now I realize you’re losing me.”

You looked to each of them, a sob tight in your chest and you choked it back. With shaking hands, you wiped the remaining food from your face, and brushed past the two of them and everyone else. The sobs finally racked your chest as you quickly made your way out the door, slamming it shut behind you.

Steve and Eddie looked around before looking at each other. They both were fucked up. And they had fucked up. Big time.

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irisxstardust · 1 year

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abby anderson hcs!!

CW: swearing, kind of nsfw but nothing like majorly explicit

here's a lil something while i write p2 - a little gift, if you will 🤍

also yes, i just naturally assumed if you're here for the ellie stuff then you're also here for the abby stuff. i love abby so i'm sorry if you don't

also guys like A/N - this is all my opinion. its not canon and doesn't have to resonate with everyone. pls be nice <3 also i use the word "like" too much and i apologize in advance

- very light on the PDA but everyone knows (everyone knows... that he fucks you - ifykyk). but like actually there's just this air around you both. she doesn't even need to try to intimidate random wolves - they take one look at you both standing together and they are gone. she thinks its quite comical, tbh. also like, no free chairs? no worries, she's got two big ass thighs right here waitin for ya. pick your poison sweetheart 🫶🏻

- you eat first. if she gets her food first then she'll sit at the table and wait for you, or she'll sometimes even go up and make your plate for you before you even get the chance to get near the food. she may not even do it consciously, its just second nature to her: you get your plate first, you eat first, you finish your food first, and you get seconds first.

- i've seen this on hc posts before but she is definitely like really keen on manners. you might be in the midst of an apocalypse, but you best say your "thank you's" "please" and watch your language if you don't want to listen to some bullshit lecture about it.

- you are not alone often, especially when there's people (specifically men) that she doesn't know personally. it definitely has something to do with joel and her father but she'd never admit that. keeping you beside her or always in her line of sight is her subtle way of doing her mf job and protecting you (but you're not stupid and you totally picked up on it right away).

- she literally takes up so much fucking space that when you first met her you would fight about personal bubbles and how she needs to stay in hers. you'd gotten over it by the time you two got together, but you still like to tease her about it. she definitely takes the teasing to heart and either puffs herself up to take up even more room, or stares you straight in the face as she explains the new exercises she's doing to build up her arms or something.

- adding onto the last one, i think she's petty but not petty enough for it to be like a problem (stay with me on this one). like when it comes to a disagreement between you both, she is absolutely the first one to address it and she's not gonna let it strain your relationship. but when it comes to your little pet peeves? yeah she totally teases you about it or like purposefully does it just to get under your skin.

- at first she was hesitant to let her hair down - let alone let you touch it - but once she got comfortable enough she began to ask you to brush it out for her. she definitely savors the feeling of your hands just running through her scalp and massaging the tender skin. having her hair tied back and braided all day definitely makes her very tender-headed, so every little bump makes her wince and ask you to be softer.

-STRENGTH. KINK. (size kink too😋) this is like the most obvious one but like she will literally do anything to prove she's stronger than you or anyone else who "challenges" her. like if one of you doesn't want to walk all the way to your bedroom, thats okay, she'll just have to hold you up against this wall. oh you're making out in the kitchen? she's picking your ass up and swiping an arm across the counter, throwing everything across the floor (and probably breaking stuff), just to drop you on top so your heads are level with each other. she does still underestimate her strength and will like throw you across the room on accident.

- (if you're both fem/afab) she's always seen as the "masculine" partner in the relationship but at home in bed she's like a lil baby cuddling up with her fav stuffie. i can totally see modern!abby being posted to the sound "i want mommy, i want milk, i want to be held, i want to be comforted" on tiktok. and she doesn't mind either. she doesn't mind being the smaller one when it comes to you. she honestly thinks its really lovely how flexible you guys can be with each other and how you always work to meet the other's needs.

- really versatile when it comes to doing the dirty too. she doesn't mind being the one in the harness (the strap's her fav when it comes to sex with you), but she also doesnt mind receiving oral every once and a while too. your relationship is very much 50/50 and that definitely translates into the bedroom.

- and even while you guys are mostly 50/50, abby is just in general a very dominant person who usually takes on the role of the leader.

- abby when she comes home from an early morning patrol to find you still dozing off in bed, wrapped up in the whole duvet and wearing one of her cut off tee's: ☠️. she is deceased. you in her clothes = abby in heaven. no i will not elaborate. i feel like this makes enough sense as is.

- modern!abby is totally a classic metal/alt rock music listener. like of every song available to her she will always pick her favs; nirvana, metallica, maybe kiss, fleetwood mac, ac/dc. like idk they give me mostly "abby in the gym" vibes yk.

- strap game for days. she does not spend every waking moment at the gym only to tap out after one round, absolutely not. she will totally go all night if she wants (and if you want ofc) and like hardly loses breath

- always wants verbal consent. for anything and everything. you have to verbally confirm that yes you want it or no you don't otherwise she will not touch you. she knows shes bigger than you and she knows sometimes she underestimates herself, so unless you verbally agree she will literally move away from you and wait until you're ready. it doesn't matter how far gone you are, she needs you to verbally acknowledge and consent to whatever you're doing.

- if you ever find and wear a skirt around her, definitely prepare to have some finger shaped bruises on your ass from how hard she was squeezing it throughout the day. if you're in a skirt, forget the "no PDA" rule bc she will literally be like drooling

-okay, i know a lot of people see abby as a tits girl but i just cant. maybe its a reflection of me but i think she's totally an ass girl. like just reaching an arm back and rubbing your back before just grabbing a handful like okay mommy whatever you say😇

- i personally don't like choking (trauma✨) but like i think abby would kinda be into it. seeing her big ass hand just engulf your neck like its nothing. she doesn't even have to tighten her grip or press on your pulse points, she'll just rest her hand right there on your neck and be happy. you don't mind it either, ofc.

- she's absolutely the type to be walking next to you while on patrol or out of seattle for whatever reason and notice that you're like shivering and (without a word) just shed her coat and drape it around your shoulders. and don't even bother telling her you didn't want it and that you felt bad - she doesn't give a shit. "can't have my pretty girl getting sick now, huh?"

wow yay so fun!! i love abby so much i'm not even kidding. i've literally consumed all of the abby stuff i can like i'm on this tag everyday. shoutout to all you lovely horny people who keep my obsession alive 🫶🏻 anyway love u bye!

#the last of us #tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #abby and lev #abby tlou #abby anderson hcs #headcannons #abby x you #tlou x reader

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writingwithfolklore · 2 months

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Taking Notes from Editors

I did a post on giving and receiving feedback, but now that I’ve been an editor for a little longer, I’d like to do a follow up on taking feedback specifically from professional editors.

While ultimately writers are the rulers of their work and can make the final decisions on it, there's a lot of growth in your manuscript to be found by trusting your editor and taking their notes. As an editor, it’s my job to make your work as good as it can possibly be. It’s also my job to maintain your style and voice and make sure everything you do best shines the brightest.

We’ve studied and practiced this goal. So the biggest thing I want to impart on you is:

1. Trust your editor

Go into the process with the mindset that you'll accept at least 85% of the edits your editor suggests. When another editor works on my writing, I accept about 95% of it, sometimes %100 (for shorter pieces).

Writers sometimes get hung up on the smallest changes an editor tries to make. Be careful not to be too precious, allow your work to be explored from a different perspective and lens.

You can always keep a separate doc that has your original piece, it doesn’t go away or get ruined when an editor works on it. While it's your work in the end, it's helpful to go into it with an open mind. Often feedback you may have never considered is the key to really elevating your piece. Make some room for your editor's opinion and expertise, trust your editor.

2. Choose your battles

If you are going to reject a suggestion, I recommend it be something really worth going to bat for. Choose your battles, and choose only the biggest ones. You ultimately know your work best, so fight only for the stuff you believe is integral to keeping the same.

This will be an easier battle to win if you’ve already accepted the vast majority of other suggestions. Does it really matter if your main character’s name is Jolene or Veronica? Maybe not, so take that suggestion so you can afford to keep her queerness, or the subplot about her mother, etc.

But going back to the trust your editor idea, don’t think about it as a battle. We are not on opposite sides, we’re both fighting for the same thing—to make your work the best it can be. Respectfully acknowledge a suggestion you don’t like, give it a day or two to think on it, and then decide if that’s something you’d really like to advocate for.

As an editor, when a writer has a solid justification for rejecting a suggestion it helps me understand their work better, and builds trust between us.

3. It’s okay you’re not perfect

Sometimes as a writer receiving feedback, my impulse is to be embarrassed I’ve done something ‘wrong’. Then, of course, I go to defend myself or justify it or attack. We don’t like feeling threatened, and it can cause some high tempers and nasty disagreements in the editing world.

It’s really important that you recognize that impulse to defend yourself, and choose not to react to it.

By that I mean, if you feel yourself getting defensive over a piece of feedback—take a deep breath, don’t answer it right away. You don’t need to explain yourself. Think on it for a bit, just try it out. See what happens when you make that change. If you still hate it, think about why. If you’re just rejecting it on impulse, you’re probably in that “defend” state.

You’re not being attacked, and you’re not a bad writer. It’s okay if you’ve made a decision that didn’t land, or a mistake that’s kind of embarrassing.

As an editor, I can assure you that I don’t judge my writers. Ever. When I make suggestions, it’s from a pure ‘just trying to help’ standpoint, and I really appreciate when my writers are open to my suggestions and ideas and accept or reject my suggestions with friendliness and grace.

I’m not a super experienced editor in any way, but if anyone has any questions about the editing process, the job, or anything else about it, I will do my best to answer!

Next post we're going to talk about when to reject a suggestion or feedback because the editor/reader isn't always right. Follow to catch that when it's out!

#writing #writers #creative writing #screenwriting #writing community #writing inspiration #filmmaking #books #film #writing advice #editor ama #taking notes from editors #editing #receiving feedback #feedback #ama

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dailyadventureprompts · 5 months

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do you have anything on the Neogi?

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Coincidentally this ask came in around the same time as I'd watched the above video and had a lot of disagreements with it (in addition to being annoyed out of my brain by the editing style).

In my opinion: the Neogi are actually a great villain monster because in their role as merchants/slavers of the cosmos they embody the most monstrous aspects of capitalism IE the willingness to reduce other living things into commodities for the sake of self enrichment.

Several lore entries on the Neogi refer to their mindset as "utterly alien" because they see all life as property. This makes me laugh because all you have to do is spend any time around Anarcho-capitalists and you'll hear people who are so far up their own profit-driven-asses that they'll not only defend the property rights of slave holders, but the "rights" of impoverished people to sell themselves and their families into slavery.

We live in a world today where people who need medicine that costs pennies to make have to go into life-ruining debt in order to afford living another month, year, etc. None of us are truly free when all of us need water, food, shelter, and yet all of these things cost money, forcing us to work to continue our existence. In this way, you can see the funhouse mirror logic of Neogi thinking it's reasonable to use magical compulsion to force others to do their bidding. What's the difference between the Spider-merchants using their mindbeams to force someone into indenture, and a grain merchant who jacks up their prices during a famine? It's just good business, and at least the Neogi are honest about it.

Conversely, their position as merchants puts them in an interesting place in the monstrous rogue's gallery. Unlike most other enemies the party is going to fight, the Neogi are willing to cut a deal. You could probably pay them to stop their villainous plan, or even outright help the heroes... it's all just a matter of whether or not the party is capable of meeting their price ( materially or ethically). Failing that, they can just show up as sketchy merchants provided you avoid any and all comparisons to Watto

They also have great utility in causing other adventures to happen, whether it be in transporting strange creatures that will inevitably escape, or kidnapping the party to sell off on a hostile world.

While I'm at it, check out my take on umberhulks, the default Neogi henchman.

#neogi #villain merchant #spelljammer #leng #villain psionic #footnotes on foes

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (i).

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warnings: cigarettes, curse words, fighting, alcohol

tags: love triangles, powerful girlboss (y/n), breakups, paul being a dad to the bloodline, triple h being a father-figure to you, inaccurate events and descriptions

"COME on, (y/n)." you shook your head in disagreement. "no, jey. i'm not going to lunch with you. i know damn well you're just gonna set me up again with your stupid fucking cousin." he immediately stood up from his seat. "i- i am not setting you up! it's just the three of us like usual. you, me, jimmy, and solo... trust me!" "and i know that you're lying." another plan failed. you walked out of the room, still having jey following you like a lost dog.

"please?" he asked. "jey, i'm sorry," you paused for a second, facing him. "i get it that you're trying to make things alright for us. but, we're done..." you continued. "i'm sorry as well, because i just hate seeing my favorite people not speaking to each other." you sighed in frustration. "that doesn't mean we can stop being friends, you know i'm still your number one girl." your sentence put a smile on his face. "love you, (y/n). you're like a sister to me." "love you too, listen, i gotta bounce. have a meeting in like 10."

you were alone inside the board office, waiting for your fellow colleagues to arrive. "booking suggestion for..." your heart dropped when you read the sentence. "roman reigns against cody rhodes." you continued your sentence. being the co-creative director for both smackdown (your ex boyfriend's brand) and raw meant that you could never escape him. you groaned in despair, putting down your papers. "morning, (y/n)." you looked up and saw your boss. "morning, paul."

the board meeting bored the shit out of you. you already knew what was going on. your mind was somewhere else; on the beach with your ex boyfriend, smiling together as you felt the breeze tingling on your skin. "ms. (l/n)?" your short daydream was cut-off by one of your colleagues. "sorry, you were saying?"

"i wanted to know your opinions on the booking." you hesitated a bit to come up with an answer. "i've had this conversation with ms. (l/n) before, she finds it brilliant." the retired wrestler backed you up. "thank you." you mouthed to him. he gave you a small nod, continuing the meeting. "so it's settled then, it leads up to wrestlemania next year." you signed the papers.

with the contract being signed, you knew that you were going to meet your ex boyfriend for work purposes. the thought of that made you want to throw up. the meeting ended, everyone was packing up their papers. except for you, you stayed behind, not wanting to leave work yet. "(y/n), you're not done?" paul (or triple h, depends on what you saw him as that day; a boss or a talent) asked. "i still need to sort some papers for the upcoming matches." you said, not looking up from your paperwork.

he saw your devastated expression. "i guess i'll stay a bit with you, son." it was a long-running joke that you were his 'son'. "thanks, dad." you rolled your eyes. "is it the reigns thingy again?" you nodded at him, being completely vulnerable. "it's okay to let your feelings get in the way. but you have to know your position, at your age? co-creative director? you're what my kids call, a 'girlboss'." you chuckled at his statement.

"okay, you got me there. let’s do this.”

needless to say, you spent the day trying to finish all your paperwork before showtime. “right, you’ll be okay with raw? i’ll take over smackdown this week, i can’t go tonight because i have dinner with externals. don’t forget to tell cody to come to the office!” you nodded at his sentence, waving goodbye to him. you went to the parking lot and quickly drove to the arena for monday night raw. you had 15 minutes to spare before the briefing, so you took your time to light a cigarette.

you missed the times where you were nicotine-free. you also missed having a passenger princess aka your ex boyfriend. the two of you broke up almost 3 months ago. some said it was a ‘mutual breakup’, but to you–it felt like he broke up with you. the reason? time. you didn’t have time for him and he didn’t have time for you. although you still yearned his touch and his voice, you couldn’t do anything about it. some also said that you’ve changed, into this ‘cold bitch from upstairs’ persona.

truth be told you were just going through it. you have never loved anyone as much as you loved him. it was hard for you to return as your usual self. not to mention, you were also close to his cousins (who were trying to get you back together). jey, jimmy, and solo–you wouldn’t trade the world for your friendship with them. they also kept you updated with roman’s life (without him knowing). you felt in peace knowing that he was happy.

the two of you met during a company party and you fell in love at the first sight. he was gentle, a people’s person, and funny. maybe you drank too much that night to end up in his arms, but it was all worth it. the more you saw each other, the more attracted you were to him. you just wished that you spared more time for him, but like the realist person you were–people come and go. it was a matter of time for you to let him go.

everyone bowed their head as you walked the hallway. people were intimidated by your power. being co-creative meant that you were practically in charge of everything. you didn’t really meddle with raw a lot, it was usually paul who took care of the monday night screen-time. but he had other things to do, so raw was a breath of fresh air for you.

you also grew comfortable being in control of smackdown, as that was your ex boyfriend’s brand. but maybe paul thought you needed a change. “shit, she’s here tonight?” you heard several whispers from the crew. “then we can’t have any technical difficulties or she might fire you.” the whispers continued. you didn’t mind being this ‘bitch from upstairs’ if it meant that people wouldn’t treat you like shit anymore.

“camera 6, go higher.” you spoke to the earpiece. “got it boss.” the crew replied. “and… rolling in 3, 2, 1. cue the music.” you continued. “welcome everyone to monday night raw!” the announcer said as the crowd went wild. “i trust you from here, i’m gonna see the talents.” the staffs nodded. “if anyone fucks up, they’ll be seeing me after this show.” your tone gave the crew goosebumps.

the talent locker room was filled with superstars messing around and getting ready for their showtime. you monitored them from outside, not wanting to invade any of their privacy. “(y/n)?” you looked up and saw becky. “god, it’s been a long time since i’ve seen you here, girl!” she hugged you. “hey becks.” you returned the gesture. “what are you doing here? where’s paul? never mind, i take it back. i’d rather see you here!” the two of you chatted for a bit, before her screen-time.

“you’re up in 5.” you reminded her. “okay miss bitch from upstairs.” you rolled your eyes at her comment. “shut up.” she chuckled in response. “see you, (y/n)! wish me luck!” with that, she left you alone in the hallways with your papers full of rundown and cue cards. the earpiece started to go off, “ms. (l/n), rhodes is here.” “right.” he didn’t have any fights today, only delivering his promo.

you knocked on the locker room door. “it’s unlocked!” you opened it, seeing cody with his duffle bag. “cody,” you paused for a second. “oh, ms. (l/n)!” he flashed you a smile. “how many times do i need to tell you to call me (y/n)? i’m younger than you.” cody’s smile didn’t fade at all. “you might be younger than me but you have a higher position, of course i’ll be polite ma’am.” he was probably one of the few talents that weren’t intimidated by your presence.

“what can i do for you today, (y/n)?” he took of his hoodie, revealing his white shirt. “the board, or just paul and i, wanted to tell you that you are wanted in the office. when are you free?” you asked. “i thought you were asking me on a date, (y/n).” cody snickered. you knew he was a huge flirt, but it was all just for fun and jokes. “i’m serious.” you stated. “i’m free next wednesday. what’s up by the way?” he asked. “we… have a contract for you and roman.” cody instantly stopped doing what he was doing and faced you.

pitiful looks came from him. “damn, (y/n). must’ve been hard dealing with heartbreak and still seeing the person who broke your heart almost every week.” you clenched your fist. “you don’t know anything about me, rhodes.” your tone was laced with venom. his gaze softened. “okay, i’m sorry. that was on me, (y/n).” he apologized, trying to diffuse the situation. “is that all? because i’m gonna strip down to my undies, unless you want to stay.” why the fuck is this guy not afraid of me? you thought. “i’ll text you the details tomorrow.”

the night ended with a blast. you were tired but still had to meet with the guards. “i want everyone out of the building by 3.” you were briefing the security guards. they all nodded in unison. “i’m trusting you with this, dongmin.” you stared at the head-guard. “and i won’t let you down, ms. (l/n).” you nodded at him and went to the parking lot, looking for your car keys. your attention diverted to a certain black-haired man leaning on his car. jesus, give me a fucking break, you thought.

the two of you immediately made eye-contact. “(y/n)!” he greeted you, as if nothing was wrong. “what the fuck are you doing here, roman?” your question caught him off guard. “i- i’m here to pick up seth. we’re getting dinner tonight.” he hesitated. “what are you doing here? i thought you were on smackdown-duty.” you scoffed at him. “you know i’m in control of both brands? i don’t need to explain myself to you, roman.”

silence filled the air. “you want to come and eat with seth and i? like old times?” you wanted to cry at his sentence. how could he act like nothing ever happened between us, you thought. “i can’t.” and to your luck, you heard footsteps coming behind you. “(y/n), (y/n)! you dropped your car keys in my locker room earlier! oh.” it was cody, with his fucking duffle bag again. the blond awkwardly stood in the middle of you two, not knowing what to do. “thanks cody.” you muttered, taking you keys. “what do you say, dinner?” roman continued.

“i can’t, i have plans with cody.” before cody could respond, you shoved him into the passenger seat. you blinked at him, signaling that he needed to comply with you. “so you and him?” you shook your head. “no, mind your own business.” you started your car and drove off, not wanting to interact anymore with him. cody was left puzzled as he just went to the parking lot to deliver your keys but he ended up in your passenger seat.

“great timing, i didn’t bring my car. thank you for driving me back to the hotel, (y/n)! you owe me something, i helped you!” “cody, for this once, please just shut up.”

roman was left speechless by your actions. he was also surprised that you’d let anyone in your passenger seat. the man felt his heart ached for a second. what was going on between you and cody? he thought.

a/n: GODDD I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS SERIESSSS LET’S FUCKING GOOOO!

#roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #wrestling #cody rhodes #jey uso #jimmy uso #seth rollins #becky lynch #brock lesnar #triple h #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes imagine

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Jungkook drabble – “I couldn’t live without you.”

Ex-husband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook | Word Count 1.3k

There’s nothing more Jungkook hates than when people ask him why you and he divorced two years ago, because truthfully he doesn’t know what to say. Your relationship was perfect, or at least it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the bickering and disagreements about how your son should be raised. Jungkook is a free spirit, the ‘fun’ parent if you will, and so you’ve always appeared to be the ‘less fun’ parent – the one that scolds and disciplines your son when he misbehaves.

Jungkook lost count of how many times he undermined you and let your son Seol get away with pretty much anything, it was never intentional of course but now he’s no longer in the situation even he can see just how much of an asshole he was to you. But despite how he acted in the past, not a single day goes by where Jungkook doesn’t regret letting you go.

A twelve year old moody Seol appears in the hallway of Jungkook’s modest apartment, holding his overnight bag. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“You can stay here any time,” Kook nods with a reassuring smile, turning back to the television, “Does mom know you’re here?”

“No.”

“Don’t you think you should tell her? I’m sure she’s already worried about you.”

Seol is just like his father, and Jungkook knows he’s the one to blame for that. He lives in the moment with little care for other’s opinion or feelings, he can be selfish and bratty and downright spoiled at the best of times. Just like him.

Guilt floods your ex-husband’s entire being, if only he’d listened to you for all those years. If only he tried harder, poured more of himself into being a good husband and father instead of simply ‘going with the flow’ and ‘dealing with it later’. Because as you both learned, later never came – He never disciplined Seol, he barely ever backed your corner and accused you of being ‘too harsh with him’ when you tried to. When in reality you were right all along. Your son has an attitude sometimes, one so infuriating that it arguably contributed to the divorce of his parents.

“Seol, come here.” Jungkook’s voice is stern, but it doesn’t spark much of a reaction from his son.

The near-teenager audibly tuts, “Why?”

“Because I’m your father and I asked you to come here, sit with me for a minute.” Thankfully Seol doesn’t put up a fight and makes his way over, slumping down on the armchair next to the older man. “What’s going on? Why are you here and why haven’t you told your mom where you are?”

“She took my laptop off me.”

“And?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide with genuine horror, so this is the biggest problem of today’s youth?

“She caught me on my game at 3AM last night and went psycho—”

“Don’t talk about your mother like that.” Your ex-husband bites, he still respects you and everything you do for Seol far too much to ever allow someone to speak about you that way, never mind your own son, “And you shouldn’t be gaming at 3AM on a school night anyway.”

Seol groans, putting his feet up on the coffee table, “You sound just like her…”

“Put your feet down,” Kook huffs with growing agitation, “And put your coat back back on I’m taking you home.”

“What?! No all my friends are streaming tonight and mom definitely won’t give me my laptop back and the wifi here is—”

“I don’t want to hear it Seol, your mother’s word is final you know how it is. I’m with her on this one you shouldn’t be online at that ridiculous hour, plus you need to apologise to her for running off.”

“Why? You’ve never apologised to her for running off.”

Seol’s words cut him like a knife straight to his heart. Not only is that simply not true, giving that you were the one who filed for divorce, but Jungkook has apologised. Countless times. Repeatedly embarrassing himself when he drunk texts you on the weekends, confessing his love for you that never died.

“Dad…” Seol takes in his father’s silence and tight jaw, immediately regretting his words. He softens, “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry…”

“Go wait in the car.”

When your ex-husband and son arrive at your doorstep a sea of relief washes over you, Seol didn’t come home after school which sparked your maternal panic. Thank god he’s okay. Jungkook’s hair is longer than the last time you saw him, he offers you an apologetic smile when he steps over the threshold of what used to be your shared home together, closely followed by your son.

“Where have you been?” You’re still worried, only because Seol looks uncomfortable under his father’s unusually stern gaze.

Jungkook clears his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head, “He came to my place after school, we had a chat in the car and Seol has something he needs to say to you. Isn’t that right son?”

“I’m sorry mom.” Seol nods, his voice quiet when he snakes his arms round your middle for a touching embrace, “About last night.”

“It’s okay Seol… But don’t do that to me again I was so worried about you, especially when you didn’t answer your phone.” You half scold, half relax when your hands find purchase on your son’s back. He’s okay. “Have you eaten? I haven’t started dinner yet because I was too busy stressing.”

“Can we order pizza?” He looks up at your expectantly with a cute bunny-like grin that’s the spitting image of his father’s.

You chuckle, ruffling his hair, “Don’t push your luck kid. Thanks for bringing him home Kook, I was going crazy.”

“Anytime.” Jungkook nods, his hooded eyes recalling all the features of your face, “Well I’d better get going, got a ready meal for one with my name on it back home.” He snorts, he’s never been very good at defusing tension.

“Stay for dinner?” You smile, a genuine smile, “Really it’s the least I can do after you brought him all the way back here. Besides I’m not gonna let you go home to a microwave meal when we’re ordering pizza.”

“We are?!” Seol squeezes you tighter.

“But you’re not getting your laptop back just yet.” You’re laughing, gazing at the father of your child remembering just how handsome he really is, even after all these years he’s still the most gorgeous man you’ve ever known, “Please?”

“Ah… How can I say no to that?” Kook sighs lovingly, his chest tightening with memories of your smiles and laughter together. He misses you so much. Maybe tonight has shown you that he is on your side after all. “I’ll go pick it up, where are we ordering from?”

“Don’t worry we’ll get it for delivery,” You hum, telling Seol to take his shoes off and go get changed, “BBQ chicken right?” You grimace, he always managed to get BBQ sauce everywhere when he ate pizza… Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all.

“You remember?” Jungkook slips off his shoes with a beaming grin, already feeling more at home than he should be.

“Of course I remember,” You chuckle, watching your twelve year old practically trip over himself when he runs up the stairs, “There was a time I couldn’t live without you, I’m bound to remember these things.”

Kook smiles, watching the way you throw your hair over your shoulder when you scroll the food app on your phone. You’re so beautiful, and one way or another, even if it’s the last thing he does – he’s going to win you back.

AN: i know this is probably not what u had in mind but once i started typing i couldnt stop. i hope this is okay, thank u for requesting :)

#jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungk0oksthighs drabble game #jungkook oneshot #jungkook ff #jungkook fic #jungkook single dad au #jungkook ex husband au #ex!jungkook #dad!jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook scenario #jungkook reaction #jungkook imagine #jungkook husband au

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boba-at-323 · 1 year

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[10:34 PM] note : Fighting [verbal] , I swore 3 times.

“What happened to our ‘forever’, Sungchan?!” You yelled out, unable to control any more of the fury boiling up inside you.

An hour had passed, but the argument continued to escalate showing no signs of stopping.

It didn’t start as serious; when Sungchan invited you to hang out with him and his roommate Chenle, you were more than excited to finally spend time with your beloved boyfriend. The last thing you had in mind was to be standing in his bedroom with such a tense atmosphere.

University had caught up to you and you needed a well-deserved break from everything that was happening, and Sungchan could say the same. Things might have been a little bit easier for the both of you if you had been going to the same universities, but you were attending a university which was hours away from his. In all honesty, Sungchan was trying his best to give you time by sending you ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts every day or trying to call you whenever he got the time, but it just wasn’t the same as being physically together. Naturally, the frustrations had to manifest in some form.

Sungchan had never been one of the people who got angry over a slight disagreement. He understood that everyone had their own opinions and he respected that, especially when it came to you. Even if you said the sky was green, he would laugh and completely agree. Alas, stress can take over the best of us.

Poor Chenle was hiding in the living room. He could hear every word coming from the bedroom’s direction but he didn't want to come between the two of you. Of course, he wanted to stop you, but it was just too confusing for him. What would he even say? It’s not like either of you would listen to him and stop fighting. So, all that he could do for now, was to pray for the fuss to end.

“Y/n, please stop being so impossible!” Sungchan sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Me?? I’m the one being impossible? Jung Sungchan, do you even hear yourself?” You asked him bitterly.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying my best to keep in touch with you. I’m trying my best to make up for the time we don’t get to spend together. I’m trying to make this relationship work, even though I barely have enough time to breathe. I’m trying to balance this relationship so it doesn’t end up going very wrong!” His words slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about them.

“Oh, so is this relationship just a burden to you?” You could feel your heart throbbing in your head, your mouth going completely dry at the thought of where all of this was heading.

“N-no, Y/n– that’s not what I meant–” His stomach did several flips when he heard what you said.

He tried to step closer to you but you only inched back, tears threatening to spill out.

“No Sungchan, I think you’re right–” You said in a hushed tone, as a tear rolled down your cheek, “I– I think we need a break.”

The sentence which left your mouth shattered his heart into a million pieces as if someone had slammed a hammer against a mirror. And with the knowledge that you deeply loathed crying in front of people, he realised that he had fucked up. Badly. The silence that followed was deafening.

“Y-you don’t mean that, right?” His voice trembled, filled with disbelief. He did hope that you didn’t mean the sentence that was tormenting his ears. He could hear it repeating over and over in his head, each time breaking his heart even more.

You didn’t answer. Tears continued to trail their way down your face as you looked at him with guilt. Maybe you had gone overboard. Maybe this was just stupid. Maybe you didn’t have any reason to fight. Maybe… You were wrong.

But before you could take your statement back, you heard Sungchan sniffle.

Wait– Fuck, did I make Sungchan cry?

“I-I’m sorry Sungchan I didn’t–'' Yet, before you could finish your sentence, Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a much-needed hug.

“P-Please don’t leave, “ he sobbed against your shoulder, “I d-don’t want to l-lose you.”

Guilt took over you. Of course, you had been frustrated, but you should’ve also thought about him. He was right, he had been trying. You were the one who had been lacking the effort.

“No-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn't have been so s-selfish. You had been trying. Oh my God, I’m so fucking stupid- I’m s-sorry.”

All he did was tighten his hold around you to pull you closer than ever as if you’d leave the second he let go of you.

Both of you felt extremely stupid, dragging out such a little thing and making it such a big mess. The tense air started to subside as you both stood there feeling each other’s touch, making up for the prior events.

He finally let go after a while, still keeping you right in front of him, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He took one of your hands in his, as the other reached out to wipe away the tear streaks on your face.

“Let’s never do this again, babe. I don’t want to see you go. Ever.” he sniffled for the last time.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m never leaving your side.” You said bumping your nose against his, making him smile a little.

Outside the bedroom door, stood a very relieved Chenle, plotting about when he would clown his best friend for crying over his girlfriend.

Title : [10:34 PM] || Word count: 957 || Genre: Angst, but fluff in the end || Pairing: Sungchan x Fem!Reader [ft. Chenle] || Thank you @tyuniiz for beta reading this mess ily <3

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navy-leader · 4 months

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AH. Idk if my ask went through so, I’ll just ask again in case. I don’t remember how much you care about Chosen and the Dark Lord as a dynamic, but I’m not an expert on them and you seemed to post about them quite a bit SO. May as well ask for your opinion. I can’t send links in anonymous asks, but Sweet Hangman by Elliotly to me feels like a song from the Dark Lord’s perspective about Chosen.

I care about them a whole lot and GOOD LORD does that song fit my intepretation of Dark very well

To me, theyre a pair of overpowered ultraviolent codependent freaks who had zero socialization outside of eachother. They had nothing but eachother for years and even so theyve yet to learn a lot about eachother. They know goddamn near everything about eachother, their little quirks, their icks, their fears, their violent moments, but they never really grow as people just by being with eachother. They dont agree on everything, in fact they disagree quite often and those disagreements often end in violent fights, theyre both godawful at communication and arguments often devolve into fists, but they cool down at the end and move on with their day, its just how they worked with eachother. They got a lot of issues tangled in each of themselves and the other party isn't very well equipped to untangle them so things just stay tangled or get even more tangled. They consider eachother their best friend, no one else in the world gets them because they've never gone out much into the rest of the world, they dont let people in easily, and their social skills are so fucking shot.

Now individually, Dark has a tendency to follow and serve people even if she doesnt realize that herself, she was created with a purpose and followed that purpose until it got her cornered and ever since Chosen took her hand shes just been following and doing what Chosen was doing, and she didnt really realize Chosen's change of heart and thought that he was just being a gloomy weirdo and pulling away from her for no reason so she tried to earn back his affections by planning to destroy the rest of the internet. Because thats what Chosen wouldve wanted, right?

Chosen is a gloomy weirdo who has trouble empathizing and has a tendency to be in his own head too much, he does genuinely care about Dark its just that he doesnt really see what she actually needs and doesnt really think of himself of any importance to have his actions have an impact on others. When he realized the destruction he created with Dark was going too far he hadnt thought to really communicate that to Dark because he just assumed that Dark would get it, because theyve always went off the little clues they get from the other instead of saying anything directly, so itll be fine, right?

Anyways the entirety of AvA 5 was just a gigantic lack of communication and misunderstanding and Dark had created the virabots and plan to destroy AlansPC with Chosen in mind but turns out Chosen wasnt cool with that!! And of course like every other time they disagree they Fight instead of communicating like well socialized people 😭

And god id talk more but this is getting too long jahdgjw. Thank you for the ask!!!!

#asks #animation vs animator #ava the dark lord #ava the chosen one

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lilhwahwa · 2 years

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pick a picture ✧ what do you need to know right now?

I felt an urge to do this once again...I’ve done some readings on here before but do them mostly privately. To pick a picture, just take a breath and pick the one you feel most drawn to. You may be drawn to more than one, or none at all. That’s fine.

Feedback is encouraged and welcomed <3

This pile gave me so much good energy? Like some people associate pink glasses with bad things but I feel like you will live in an ideal pink world? Idk.. Anyway to the reading-

I feel like if you are starting to contemplate whether you're doing something right or something you are working on will be successful, you should know that everything seems go in your favour. You either are slowly becoming or will slowly get good and news that will leave you “comfortable”. You might be the person picked for some special opportunity or even getting some offers you may have to pick between, you have worked hard for this. Moonology deck says to not to let your pride get in your way though. You might have been insecure about your knowledge or value but you are very wise and will get all of this abundance, BUT don’t become too full of yourself after the wave of success. Be confident and sure yourself, but don’t abuse it. Meditate and contemplate on the choice you need because you are coming to a very happy outcome (10 of cups). This does seem to be about some type of choice or contemplating about something you worked hard for. Some things from the past may be pulling you back, but the outcome is far more stronger and the right choice will bring you a lot of deserved abundance.

Possibles signs?

111, 9, Leo, Pisces, Virgo, Earth and Water, the stars?

Pile Two

You might have rushed into a battle or a fight rather irresponsibly or irrationally. Some big change has happened and you can’t seem to make up your opinion or mind about someone or something (almost as if you can’t understand that this happened? and for some reason it felt to me like you might have a disagreement with an authoritative figure like parent, boss or somebody who is “higher” than you. I feel like this situation is actually given to you in order to learn or escape something you don’t need, you will better yourself with this. Take your things, opinions or whatever it may be and leave silently because more fights will only worsen things. Right now it may feel like life is falling apart. You may feel tired and unsure of what to do next. Think about what you need to release and let go off but don’t forget your goals and hold your vision because after this a fresh streak will come. You will be able to work towards and achieve your goals. This situation may be a win-win situation for you and whoever else this concerns (might be the authoritative figure). Rest for now and let things slowly fall back to normal, but don’t give up.

Possible signs?

Libra, Air signs, Earth signs

Pile Three

Not to scare you, but it feels like a big / fiery break up of some sort is coming. Somebody has been deceiving or lying to you. You may have been or are in a toxic situation. Now remember tarot can’t predict anything, this is just what my personal interpretation is saying. This person or situation is draining you. You used to be spiritual? or at least vert self aware and wise but this took that away from you. Energy vampire tbh. You might have become closed off and not the person you once were. You may ignore help from people that were once important to you. Or this is what may happen after this splitting situation comes. You may want to be very isolated and take time for yourself. You don’t realise how many people care about you and want to help you. I feel especially a fire sign or someone “higher” up than you will support you and help you grow back into the person you once were. Very strong and abundant. I had to pull one more card before I ended and it’s a very abundant and happy ending for you, maybe even better than what you imagined the other peson or situtation could give you. The luck is on your side but you need to take a breather to heal and get through this climax. Your hard work is paying off and in the end you will be on top and happy.

Possible signs

Capricorn!, Sagittarius, Earth signs, Aries,

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Love your posts! why do you think Jikook are the real deal and not say, vmin or yoomin etc?

Dear Anon …

I will admit that I decided to reply to your ASK because I thought I was gonna be short and quick with it 🤡.

BUT, GOSH DARN IT, IT WASN’T AS SHORT, NOR AS QUICK, AS I THOUGHT BRO!

So I apologise for all the Anons I’ve been respectfully “neglecting” for the time being 🙏🏾. Thing is, some of y’all send me ASKS which would really take me daaaaaays to reply, cause I’m big on receipts, so I MUST do my thorough research on EVERYTHING. Hence, as you’ll see below, I obviously underestimated this ASK I was actually thinking it would take me a quick afternoon, but it took me muuuuuch longer, between IRL schedules and me continuously reminiscing adorable jikook details 🥹🥹🥹 but, by the time I realised what I got myself into, I had already started it … AND … it kinda came as such a cute subconscient surprise, during a rather shitty week, that I couldn't stop.

So … Why do I think Jikook Is the real deal? Mmmhmmm, let first start with a little correction to that question:

Why do I think Jikook could be the real deal? Let’s please never forget that they are not confirmed 🙏🏾

If you’ve been around long enough to watch a good amount of the boys original content, you might be probably familiar with the fact that the boys are all very affectionate with each other, in fact, they’ve all had “moments” and by moment I mean situations that are commonly shippable with each other, and if you’ve been around enough shipper spaces you would have read/heard that “x-member only does this with x-member”. Now, even though there are a few known things that JK & JM have done just for each other, that isn’t what I mainly base my speculations on.

What really makes me raise my eyebrow, JK-style, are the amount of times they’ve braved to test some boundaries, as well as the times they’ve allowed their impulses to momentarily take over, and, last but not least, the amount of concessions, understanding, and wake-up-calls that their members provide them with. All in all ⚠️IN MY OPINION LIKE EVERYTHING IN THIS POST⚠️ JK & JM have come really far, faltered quite a bit, dared a lot and have also matured as couple, just the right amount, given their circumstances.

“Uuuuh, so … What do you mean by alla dat?”

Well, for example ...

It’s the way they publicly “argue”

The only time we’ve had a public display of an argument in bangtan was Jin and Tae for that stage disagreement, which they all sat down and discussed. Other than that, we know that the members have had many private arguments, some which they discussed as a group (HopeKook banana-fight … kinda … JK really didn’t give the members a chance, he told them and hobi reacted LOL) and some which they solved solely with the parties involved (VMIN dumpling incident). YET, JK & JM seem to have the need to solve many of their could-easily-become-an-argument-for-no-reason arguments in a very let’s-do-this-right-here-right-now way, and perhaps because they are aware that they are very passionate during their discussions, they do make a conscious effort to at least sound playful at the beginning 🤡…

In addition, if JM is the one to start the whole thing, JK will try his best and so far he’s never failed to keep calm while at the same time try to divert the attention to something else, but in this type of situations JM is a bull and JK is, metaphorically, the only one drenched in red, so eventually, the members do chime in, trying to help JK, because I can imagine that facing a whole JM, int that state, can be something 😬 JM takes petty, and give-me-what-I’m-asking for-right-now, to a whole new level. If it is JK to start it, he knows he will get an apology, at some point, but he also knows that it is the most he will get at least publicly, because once again, facing a whole JM can be something.

Afterall, Let’s not forget they both chose B, during the scenario in the image below, so in a way, their little bickering is just not avoidable … 🤡

It’s the way that for example, in the recent years, the 94s have been “taunting” them and the way VHope know more than they let on, and 2Seok play along ... basically Hobi is everywhere 🤡

By now we should be very familiar with the support that the Tannies in general have for the LGBTQIA+ community, and between 2022 and last year, the 94s were very on point with reminding us about that. From collaborating with Balming Tiger to posting the lesbian scene in Wheel of Fortune and Fantasy during pride month (Joonie) or from being a close friend to Jo Kwon to having his Listening Party’s afterparty at a gay bar (Hobi), the 94s have been present (The Gay Bar → Trunk Seoul).

The Tannies have inside jokes to no end. If you ask me, this is one of the few ways they have in order to keep a couple of things just for themselves. For example, a reference from a movie/drama they won’t specify but ARMY will find anyways, because we on top of business like that 😎 … so time too much so 🤡, laughing about a picture on a phone they won’t show us and perhaps… the playful taunting of a couple they can’t out?

But why do that? Won’t it out them?! … It hasn’t thus far has it? Because I do believe it is part of the things which, for now, they are keeping just for them, for obvious reasons but also because I think that in a way the 94s are trying to create normality in their environment, and the universe only knows how important it is to know that your close ones perceive you as you always were, regardless of coming out etc, particularly in a society that tries so fucking hard to make you think otherwise.

It’s the way we keep spotting random oh-I-didn’t-know details and the way in which we are made privy of non-requested good-for-you-bro! type of TMI

In the 1st screenshot (ss) JK wanted more pizza, but the boys finished literally within minutes I kinda wanna say second really, they inhaled it but this are the same people who gave away their album for some meat 🤡 and JM just let him have a bite of his, like it was it was expected of him to do so. During this same live, JM pointed out to JK that the champagne they were drinking is the only one he can drink or that he likes; and JK took note of that. How do I know?

In the 4th ss JK got champagne for everyone to cheer with, but didn’t prepare anything for JM. Eventually, Hobi would ask JM if he wanted a glass and Tae would try to make him drink from his glass, but JM would refuse on both occasions. This is the same live where we find out that JK’s mom prepared seaweed soup traditional soup made on a family member’s birthday in South Korea because it was JM’s birthday. So many details, so freaking useless to me as I will never be with either JK or JM in that capacity; but good to know I guess.

Also, JM is going to be your boxing partner? JK comes to your room very often? GOOD FOR YOU BROS. Like … When’s my turn?! That’s what I really want to know … 😑… 😩

… and so on and so forth.

I could go on further, but I really don’t have that type of time as of recently, but I hope you can see that what I am trying to say is that the proof is in the pudding, so to say. There isn’t a one ultimate defining moment, if there were, I would guess that only JM and JK would know what did it for them, what made JK think “Ah, yes, he is the one …” which i am 85.13% sure it is going to be a different moment in time for JM, in the same way they get irritated with each other for different reason eccetera eccetera eccetera.

Anyways Anon, hope I was able to answer your questions somewhat and that I wasn’t just confusing. Thank you for stopping by and have a safe and serene day!

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#ASKS #Marengo's Opinion #JK & JM

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