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thecuriousquest · 3 months

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Stay Home, Imoto!

Platonic!Yandere Shoto Todoroki x Little Sister!Reader

@melaniemartinez22 I FINALLY FINISHED IT 😭🤘🖤

Request: Yandere Platonic Shoto trying to get the reader to stay home, but the reader doesn't listen, so he locks them up until they are a good sister and won't leave him.

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, isolation punishment, ear pulling?

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You felt so confident in your new outfit, so proud of yourself and feeling at your best. You’re ready to go to the movies with your friends. They’re showing your favorite on the big screen, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

But Shoto, your big brother, sees you through the little crack in your door from not shutting it properly. You’re fully dressed, so it’s no big deal.

But to Shoto, this is more than just a big deal.

Suddenly, he can’t stop himself from pushing the door open with his hand and glaring at you.

“What have I told you about closing your door properly? What? Did you get changed with the door like that?” he can’t help but spout question after question.

“I didn’t realize it wasn’t shut. Sorry, bro.”

He’s heard it before, and he’ll probably hear it again.

“Did you know Touya and Natsuo are home? What if they saw you…dressing? Anyone could see you with the way the door was cracked.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not a big deal. I said I’m sorry.”

Anger. Frustration. You’re not listening to him. You’re not being a good girl. You’re not being his good baby sister.

“Watch it.”

“Watch what? The door?” You can’t help but tease with a tiny smirk.

And then he’s grabbing you by your upper arm and spinning you to look at him.

“Don’t. Don’t test me.” He looks you right in the eye, silently daring you to challenge his authority as your older brother.

“Nii, stop it!” You try to shake him off of you.

“Where are you even going dressed like that?”

“To the movies with my friends.”

“Did you ask your Nii-Chan for permission?”

“Touya doesn’t care.”

You know he’s not talking about Touya.

“Try again, Imoto.”

You can’t help your pouty little lips. “Can I go out, Nii?”

He bends down, making you fully aware of the height difference. His bangs sway slightly, he looks you dead in the eyes with his bi-colored orbs.

“No.”

“What? You can’t just say no! You’re not Dad!”

Shoto just laughs at your little outburst, an eerie chuckle that defies what you just said.

“I might as well be with how he’s never here. You’re not going out with your friends. You’re too immature to even be deciding who is a good influence or not, so I don’t trust the people you’re trying to hangout with.”

“The hell, Shoto?! You’re so controlling!”

Bad move. Oh, so fucking bad.

He’s no longer grabbing your bicep. Now, he’s pinching your ear and pulling you in close.

“I’m giving you once chance and one chance only to apologize.”

However, you take that chance and tell him to shove it up his ass.

If his eyes could narrow anymore, they would be akin to razor blades. He pulls you, by your ear, towards the closet. Opening it, he shoves you into your clothes before slamming the door shut. There’s no lock on your closet, so Shoto has to manually act as a lock by keeping it forcefully closed. You bang on the shoji door, try to use your hands to pry the door open.

But Shoto’s on the outside, and Shoto’s always been much stronger than you.

Panic sets in, and tears stream down your face in pathetic rivers.

“Shoto, let me out! Let me out! Nii-Chan!”

You act as if he can’t hear you. He can. He’s just ignoring you.

“You can come out when you apologize and tell me you’ll be good. I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”

You can’t tell if his words are meant to be condescending.

You kick the door out of anger and wipe away your salty tears. What the fuck! None of this is fucking fair!

You just wanted to go to the movies with your friends. How did all of this happen?!

Sliding down the wall, you’re not ready to give in yet. You sit on the floor and wait in agitation. Maybe you can even wait long enough until Shoto gives in.

But it’s dark, and you don’t even have your phone to pass the time, and you’re starting to feel hungry and thirsty, and your ass hurts from sitting on the hardwood floor.

And then two hours pass, at least you think it’s been two hours, and you realize there’s no point now.

“Shoto?”

“Yeah?” your big brother answers back.

“I…I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll be a good girl now.”

“You’ll be my good little sister, right? You’ll stay home with Nii-Chan?”

“Yes, I’ll stay home with Nii-Chan.”

The door slides open, and it takes your eyes a few moments to adjust. They feel extra sensitive from all of the crying and irritation, but you don’t even care about that right now. You get up and immediately fall into Shoto’s arms, rambling about how you hated being in that closet and how you don’t ever want to go back in there again.

Shoto strokes your hair, making you feel safe, making you feel guilty about how you talked to him. How could you have been like that when he was just looking out for you?

“I only want what’s best for you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, Nii…I know.”

He rubs your back and tells you that you two can watch a movie in his room. You take him up on the offer, and he makes the popcorn while you pick out the film.

And all is right in the world because Nii-Chan has his Imoto right by his side.

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xflixer7 · 6 months

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all of my yellowjacket headcannons (so far)

word count is like a trillion ok i’m not counting all this

lottie

she/her transfem! lesbian bottom (try to convince me otherwise)

-schizophrenic

-definitely has some type of ocd

-ptsd

started playing soccer when she was little

will actually go insane is you steal any of her clothes if you look at her she will actually be drooling with heart eyes

this girl is french and is HORRIBLE at it

plays piano

also knows violin because her parents made her take it doesn’t play is anymore though

lottie isn’t jealous but very protective of you

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-phoebe bridgers

-tv girl

-faye webster

-clairo

-#1 laufey fan on the world

unironically knows every katy perry song by heart because she used to be her favorite when she was little

her room is huge

likes putting her hair in pigtails

golden retriever girlfriend she’s so sweet to you and loves to spend time and money on you you guys always stay at her house would literally kiss the ground you walk on if you asked her too:((

also the worst cooker you ever met like how did you fuck up toast why is the smoke alarm going off??

favorite color is blue

lottie definitely has a hairstylist she goes too every month to get permed and there really close i can see her telling them about ALL the school drama

lottie wants write story’s when she’s older maybe romance or mystery idk but i can just imagine her having a typewriter and writing you story’s she has wanted to do it since she was a kid and is very passionate about it:((

what i think her favorite shows are:desperate housewives,american horror story,sailer moon

time burton enthusiast

so scared of horror movie like she will start crying

her favorite characters are:

-emily (corpse bride)

-bree (desperate housewives)

-starfire (teen titans)

always goes on and on about how she’s bubblegum and your marceline she LOVES adventure time

her favorite movie is bridge to terabithia

lotties favorite animal is a bunny and she really wants a pet bunny

BEGS you to give her your bra and your confused but you give it too her and she makes a bracelet out of it and wears it practically every day proudly

also think that lottie is a great artist? like sketching and painting wise

nat

SAY IT WITH ME transmasc! (he/they) definitely bi and a bottom why? because i say so

-depressed

-dyslexic

-ptsd

started playing soccer in middle school

LOVES christmas like has an unhealthy obsession with it

northern italian knows the launage pretty well also a great cook

wants to play electric guitar

his favorite (modern!) singers are

-tyler the creator

-radiohead

-alex g

-motley crue

-is so obsessed with mistki don’t even get me started

randomly painted his room black one day when he was bored

usually prefers his hair down

you give him haircuts he doesn’t trust anyone else someone definitely fucked up his hair once and he never went back

he’s stubborn black cat energy but he can be soft sometimes he hates being vulnerable around you

his favorite color is black or gray

just wants to be famous tbh but he wants to be in a band

what i think his favorite shows are:rick and morty,bojack horseman,shameless

LOVES horror movies and reality tv like 90 day fiancé and the kardashions

also likes claymation

his favorite characters are

-ash (fantastic mr fox)

-sidney (i am not ok with this)

-coraline (coraline)

his favorite movie is little miss sunshine

nat’s favorite animal is a panther he saw one in the jungle book when he was little and just thought it looked cool

always headcannoing characters as trans like finn from adventure time or jeff from clarence he’s so cute:((

nat skateboards too definitely not great at it but does it when he’s bored

jackie

(she/her) is just a bratty pillow princess lesbian you can’t fool me

-adhd asf

-neurodivergent for sure

-ptsd

started playing soccer because she was bored eighth grade tbh i don’t think she likes it as much as the others but she thinks it’s fun

always takes your hoodies fact

this girl is a vegetarian for sure

jackie is greek which is shocking to everyone

jackie is jealous always period

hey gays ass button ups bro

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-ariana grande her fav

-rihanna

-billie eilish

-harry styles

-lana del ray

pretty mainstream music taste

all pink room it’s very like coquette?

ponytail girl but also enjoys her hair down

is obsessed with you like unhealthy obsession always needs to be around you

favorite color is light pink duh

jackie gets perms so she really doesn’t care who does her hair

wants to be a makeup guiro or just stay at home honestly she hates working

what i think her favorite shows are:euphoria, grays anatomy,glee

i think she likes very drama files shows and will rant about tv show characters and there dynamics and why she think that there like that and etc for HOURS

ughhh jackie is such a girls girl like she is the friend who always has your back and has gum or a tampon for you she is the friend who would check you on your period

her favorite characters are:

-maddy (euphoria)

-regina (mean girls)

-amy (gone girl)

her favorite movie is DEFINITELY jennifer’s body

jackie is a cat lover and has 2 i can see her with a orange and a gray cat and they always fight

shauna

DEFINITELY bi (she/her) and i could see her as a switch?

-bipolar

-ptsd

joined soccer with jackie eighth grade

has like thousands of boxers

russian

knows how to play saxophone (she doesn’t even know how she learned she just did) she doesn’t own one though

so jealous but never says anything (this girl cannot communicate to save her life)

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-the cranberries

was so mad when they got popular on tiktok and had to let everyone know they where her fav since day 1 (everyone knew)

-suki waterhouse

-cigarettes after sex

-never got over halsey since 2017

-lady gaga

she honestly doesn’t care how her room looks but it’s never clean

doesn’t do anything with her hair really

writes you notes about how she appreciates you or how much she loves you cause it’s hard for her to tell you how she feels but she loves you so much:((

green is her favorite color

shauna’s hair may seem simple but she’s VERY picky about how it’s cut and is always worried there gonna cut it bad so she gets it cut like twice a year(she always ends up hating it)

she wants to be some sort of doctorate she’s fascinated by the human body so i can see her wanting to be a surgeon

what i think her favorite shows are:good girls, queens gambit,13 reasons why

her favorite characters are:

-velma (chicago)

-cassie (euphoria)

-susanna (girl interrupted)

her favorite movie is chicago (loves musicals)

a simple gal she really likes dogs

taissa

she/her lesbian switch

-ptsd

joined soccer in fifth grade

mixed (duh)

used to be in the marching band

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-bruno mars

(screams when i was your man and grenade in her car way too much)

-frank ocean

-post malone

(also screams his songs in the car)

-has a soft spot for shawn mendas has all of his albums

-really enjoys 60’s music so she really likes elvis

her room is pretty big too not huge on decorating

doesn’t care about hair like at all will wear a headband sometimes

a good girlfriend like if your cold she will give you her jacket type she has a temper never jealous either girlfriend material she’s the type you would want your kid to date y’know?

respectful to adults gets good grades and stuff

her favorite color is brown and everyone is like that’s weird and she is trying to convince them like “no guys it’s pretty hear me ou-“

cuts her own hair thinks it’s overpriced and dumb to have someone professionally do it

tai wants to be something important like president or some shit i can see her being a lawyer

what i think her favorite shows are:the umbrella academy,big mouth,skins

tai only watches skins and euphoria type shows because she loves the drama

her favorite characters:

-hermoine (harry potter)

-patrick (perks of being a wallflower)

-nadine (edge of seventeen)

her favorite movie is the 6th harry potter movie she also thinks it’s the most underrated

she likes tigers

van

she/her and lesbian switch

-anxiety

-ptsd

joined soccer in sixth grade

irish

plays the trumpet but is kinda embarrassed by it

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-nicki manaj

-fiona apple

-tori amos

-girl in red duh

-david bowie

-was ziggy stardust for halloween when she was 8

posters EVERYWHERE can’t convince me her room is not painted red

doesn’t care about hair either puts in a ponytail to keep it out of her face

is a great girlfriend all the same traits as taissa except not the best at school she’s honestly surprised she graduated

favorite color is red

her uncle cuts her hair for like five bucks out of his garage also i definitely think she used to have a bowl cut when she was little

doesn’t really care about money she just wants to be happy wants to own a record store or be a professional soccer player

speaking of records she definitely has a lot of collections like lowkey a hoarder…but her stuff is cool though! like funky pops hat wheels cd’s records etc

what i think her favorite shows are:beavis and butthead, avatar, south park

mostly likes adult animation

her favorite characters are:

-harley (suicide squad)

-ron (harry potter)

-beast boy (teen titans)

her favorite movie is the bee movie or lego batman there cinematic masterpieces

van likes pigeons for not particular reason she just thinks there funny looking

i can see van as a surfer too like her dad definitely is one also i can imagine her being really close with her dad and they have a local family business bakery:((

misty

she/her and idk her position or sexually like i genuinely have no idea

-autistic

-ptsd

always wanted to be on the team but knew she was bad at sports

german definitely

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-boy genius

-the beatles

-justin bieber

-pink

-melanie martenz is her favorite forever

light purple room has justin bieber posters everywhere

lowkey forgets she has hair whenever people comment on it she’s like “oh yeah!”

very obsessive of you and loves you almost too much sometimes you think it’s creepy but than your like “awww she’s so cute”

loves the color yellow

i can see her being a k-pop stan too

(her bias in bts is j-hope)

also is a famous editer on tiktok and no one knows😭her username is like “gxxbflix” or some shit

literally has had one haircut in her life like it never grows?

i see her as a pharmacist

what i think her favorite shows are:walking dead,mlp,monster high

i just think she really enjoys getting into all types of fandoms

has SO many online friends

definitely loves romance anime

plays clarinet

is in band

favorite characters:

-cruella (cruella)

-alice (alice in wonderland)

-edward (edward sciccor hands)

and mistys favorite movie is alice through the looking glass (because it shows the queen of hearts back story and misty loves her)

and misty likes birds duh

those are my headcannons for them i know it’s a lot but i’m obsessed ok send requests if you have any please

-🙈

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #lottie matthews x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #jackie taylor x reader #shauna shipman x reader #wlw

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101maverick · 9 days

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hey i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if maybe you could write smth hurt/comfort with jason please? like they had a big fight and then they make up after something happens🙌🏻

A/n: okok srry if it took me a few days but school and other projects are kicking my butt, hope you enjoy!! I decided to use your request to study Jason from a more ak! Point of view if that makes sense? I haven’t consumed the media but i’ve read some really beautiful works with him and hope it makes him justice :)

Word count: 1206 words

Execution At Sundown

Jason was at your place, sitting on the side of the couch with your tv remote by his side, cup of soda in his hand.

He still hadn’t shown you his face even after months of dating, and even though it stung you understood that it was a huge show of trust on his part, so if he was content sipping his soda from a straw that went under his mask you wouldn’t say anything about it and keep your feelings to yourself.

Everything had been going fine, you had just been hanging out while watching a movie.

It all hit the fan when you decided to go get another soda, rising up from the couch and padding down the hallway to the kitchen to fetch the drink.

After retrieving your drink you made your way back, and as the couch came into view you saw that Jason was now engrossed with something on his phone.

You didn’t think too much about it, just eyed the now empty soda resting in his left hand. On a whim, you walked up to his side of the couch and leaned over, going to grab his empty cup to replenish it.

Before you could do much more than make contact with the clothed skin of Jason’s shoulder though you found yourself being slammed back, loosing your balance and falling on your behind.

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Jason reacted out of instinct.

One second he was relatively relaxed on his girlfriend’s couch, looking at a map of his territory for anything suspicious that might be going on, and the next there was a pressure on his shoulder, somebody leaning in and- “Why don’t you scream a bit for me, Todd?” and then there was pain-

He grabbed the body pressing in on him and pushed, slamming his attacker back and watching, half-standing and with his torso turned in a way that pulled at the knotted skin marring every inch of him, and even if the assailant was on the ground they still hurt him, that damned clown still dug his claws in and he always screamed but nobody heard him and-

Oh. It’s you.

It’s you, who had wormed his way into his heart in a matter of months.

It’s you, who had caressed the mangled skin of his hands and said “That’s okay” in response to the proof of him having been broken and put together crooked and wrong. As if it really was.

It’s you, legs sprawled on the floor with a bewildered expression on your face, wide eyes staring up at him in shock.

Jason stares back at you, his own features turned to stone under the mask as he feels his throat close up.

He had hurt you. He had thrown you to the ground. Guess the apple never falls far from the tree then, uh? Guess he was just like Willis after all, smacking around anyone without the ability to control his feelings. A rabid animal.

An animal. A pet. That’s what the Joker used to call him. What the Joker still calls him every day, in his wretched mind. A mindless thing, twisted and contorted to be ready to bend at his master’s will, and the fact he didn’t have one here anymore didn’t mean he was suddenly upgraded to ‘human’, did it? He was still incapable of controlling himself, succumbing to the green just like Willis had to the bottle. Not even capable of recognising his girlfriend the only person who had accepted his crooked form and chipped edges, throwing her around simply because even gentle and casual touches were ruined for him by that forsaken clown-

“Jace?”

The world comes back into focus, his eyes zero in on the spot of the wall he had been staring at in his haze and then shift down to you, now seated more comfortably on the ground. You haven’t moved, you haven’t come closer to him.

You’re scared of him.

Jason feels his throat constrict, and he punches the words out around the lump forming in his throat. “I- I didn’t- you were- sorry- I-”

Gosh he’s such a mess, can’t even explain to you how pathetic he is, how he still lets a fucking clown torture him with his mere shadow, and now you will realise the honeyed touches are not made for him, not anymore, maybe they never were, or else someone would’ve come-

Now you will realise that all those jagged edges are places you could cut yourself on. Now you will realise a rabid dog like him just needs to be put down for good.

He stutters out a last sentence for you, spits it out on your clean parquet, and even that feels too much like dirtying your sanctuary for his liking. “I- sorry, I’ll- I’ll go-” and he’s not even finishing his sentence before he’s stalking towards your apartment’s door, steps as sure as he can make them as he walks away from the only hands who had held him oh so gently, only like Catherine ever had, his mom, and he wills his legs to keep moving or else he won’t make it out of here for good-

“Don’t leave, please.”

Your voice is quiet, quiet as it breaks his heart and his resolve.

Because Jason has never been strong, and the little crack he can hear coming from his heart hurts but so does the knowledge he’s too weak to keep going the last few steps to your door, the few steps that’ll lead him back to how it was before and you back to a life of safety, free of the burden that is Jason Todd.

He turns around. You’re leaning in the doorway to the living room, staring at him on the other side of the hallway.

Your stance is relaxed. You aren’t holding yourself like you’re hurt. Your eyes are wide, and sad, but they’re not wary.

With his attention on you, you speak again. Your voice is soft, and now also kinda trembly. “I know I don’t know even the start of the story, but I know you have one and it’s the reason things like this sometimes happen.” Your eyes stare into the white lenses of the mask, desperately searching for his gaze under it. “I’m not gonna say it’s okay, because it isn’t.”

There it is. The proof he fucked it up, like is his design.

“It’s not okay,” you continue, startling him. He was getting lost again. He waits for the axe. “because something or someone hurt you, and you still suffer from it.”

He looks at you. Jason looks in your eyes, and gets the feeling you know he’s returning your gaze.

“I want to help you, Jace. Any way I can. Any way you let me. Because I know that when things aren’t okay, sometimes all you need is someone there with you to help you make it so.”

Your voice was sure through it all, but now it falters a bit. “So, so if you want, I could be by your side. If that’s how you’ll let me help. So, so don’t leave.”

His eyes don’t wander away from you.

And as he gazes into your eyes, glinting with the light from the tv bathing your side in neons, he knows that he never could.

The axe doesn’t fall.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #hurt/comfort #dcu #dc #dc comics #dc universe #arkham knight #arkham knight jason todd #maverick answers #maverick’s prompt fill

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sejjiplinth · 6 months

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sejanus and marcus truly have one of the most insane dynamics from the franchise, like i have never been this crushed over a story between two characters in my life. 😭

i was really expecting the movie to take advantage of their past, to bring that raw emotion to the screen. because even after a whole DECADE, sejanus still remembers and cherishes marcus for what he did for him when they were children. marcus helping sejanus with his hurt finger on his own, showing him kindness, never left him. sejanus never experienced that level of generosity in the capitol, i don’t think he was treated that way ever again.

it breaks me reading their scenes in the zoo and during the questionnaire, because sejanus so desperately wants to make amends with him. but marcus has made up his mind, he doesn’t say a word to him, he doesn’t trust him, and he never gives in. the plinth’s are despised in two, sejanus being his mentor won’t change that. sejanus bringing him food, and offering it to him multiple times won’t either. sejanus goes as far as to ask coriolanus to trade tributes because marcus being his tribute is taking that much of a toll on him, while he clarifies that it’d be terrible with anyone, it’s marcus that brings him so much emotional distress.

marcus’s torture being displayed as a message, but also to get under sejanus’s skin… dr. gaul teases him about marcus’s disappearance, (most-likely) knowing they’d already caught him. and looping back to the reaping, strabo buying the district two boy… done only to shove it in his face that he could never go back to two. sabotaging him with marcus seems to be a common theme.

when marcus dies, sejanus honors him. sacrificing himself just to do so. he’d planned to die in there with him, too. and if coriolanus hadn’t been sent in, it would’ve worked. when he agrees to leave with coriolanus, he doesn’t want to go without marcus’s body.

marcus, undeniably, had a very large role in sejanus’s actions, in his resistance, and once he was gone, sejanus doesn’t have a purpose to live anymore. he tells coriolanus in part three that after the arena, he had planned to end his own life, one of his reasonings being because of what happened to marcus. and that was not the first time he’s considered suicide over marcus’s fate, he feels that guilty over him.

sejanus still keeps pictures of marcus, takes the childhood class photo where marcus is standing behind him to district twelve. ma comments on how she knew marcus’s dismay “hit him hard”. coriolanus calling sejanus dramatic over going into the arena, and sejanus reacting as if coriolanus had slapped him across the face.

they met for the first time in district two, then again in the capitol, and eventually in death. just . MY GOD!!!!!!!

#can’t get them out of my head HEELLPPPP #typed all this at like 2am sorry for any mistakes lord #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #sejanus plinth #marcus tbosas #actually praying that they get some deleted scenes #the difference between their book and movie relationship….. sejjiplinth’s villain origin story……#sejanus / marcus you will always be loved by me

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icyg4l · 3 months

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Pick-A-Child Star: Inner Child Messages

In honor of Black History Month, I am continuing the series of highlighting Black icons while prioritizing the spiritual needs of Black Americans. Pick the image that resonates with you most.

Left-to-Right (1-3): Keke Palmer, Aleisha Allen, China Anne McClain

If you chose Pile One, you resonate with the energy of Keke Palmer. As we all know, she is a multi-talented human being. She is a singer-songwriter, actress, dancer, talk show host, podcaster and model. Her name is synonymous with the phrase 'busy bee'. Her infectious personality has followed us through movies and tv shows like True Jackson VP, Scream Queens, Akeelah and the Bee, Nope and much more. She continues to grace the screens with her charismatic nature.

"You're always wondering what you're not, can't you be happy with what you've got?"

When you were younger, you may have watched the tv show, 'How to Rock', starring Cymphonique. The premise of the show is navigating the social castes of high school. I channeled the theme song for this show. You really need to show some more gratitude, man. What's in your imagination is being reflected on the outside world; just enjoy the moment. Your brain is on overload all the time and you really need to rest. On Valentine's Day, you should give yourself some 'me time'. Another message that I get from your inner child is that you need to go play! For some of you, I sense that you're reluctant to let someone into your life when they have good intentions. I think high school plays a big role into why you navigate the world the way that you do. You are not in high school anymore! You are officially responsible for your own shit (that means the emotional trauma too, boo). Your inner child also wants you to know that you should take up some karate/self-defense classes. It is imperative that you learn how to stick up for yourself physically, not just verbally. Lastly, if you have lost a father figure, you should do that thing to honor his legacy such as getting a tattoo of him, getting a portrait painted of him, starting that company and naming it after him. You are your father's offspring, you know?

If you chose pile 2, this means you resonate with the energy of Aleisha Allen. She is most famously known for her roles in the 'Are We There Yet?' film series and School of Rock. Her cheeky portrayal of these characters solidified her as a Black child star icon. After starring in these classic films, she took on smaller roles in 'The Electric Company' and indie films. Since then, she has acquired a Bachelor's degree at Pace University and a Master's degree at Columbia University in Communication Science and Disorders to fulfill a career as a speech pathologist.

“I gets down, I don’t play”

Some of you may be in the midst of choosing a major after being undecided for so long. Some of you may switch majors a lot. Your inner child wants you to choose something that makes them come alive this time. In other words, choose a career path that's not boring to you. You could have ADHD/ADD or some type of learning disability. You need to slow down because you’re inviting some disingenuous energy. Your inner child does not trust the people that are around you. Your light shines too bright to be staying in spaces where you're not celebrated. This made me think of a video of Megan Thee Stallion talking about walking out of rooms where you don't feel comfortable. Do exactly that, my love. Everything will work out just fine if you believe that it will. Your inner child wants you to be as optimistic about this transition as possible. And lastly, you don't have to tolerate anyone's behavior, or quite frankly anything. If you feel like you have to put up with someone's bull, then you need to leave. You guys were quite the sassy kids, weren't you? Now, where did all of that energy go? Why are you dimming yourself down just to appeal to others? It doesn't matter if you're in a corporate meeting or a classroom filled with white people, you speak your mind. You know what's going on, don't be intimidated.

If you chose Pile 3, you resonate with the energy of China Anne McClain. She is known for her roles in Daddy’s Little Girls, A.N.T. Farm, the Descendants series and Black Lightning. Her range in roles highlights her witty, yet dramatic personality, which is the reason for any drawn interest in her. She is also a singer-songwriter who was once in a girl group with her older sisters, Lauryn and Sierra. Since then, she has documented her spiritual journey on social media after quitting acting.

“I’ve got friends on the other side”

This is the pile that I would probably choose. This is the pile of the hoodoos/witches/spiritualists/occultists. Your inner child wants you to know that the spells you’ve been casting have been working. As a child, you may have had some experiences with ghosts/spirits. Nobody believed you but who cares? They’re your friends now. There may be a cousin that you haven’t seen/talked to in a while. Please talk to them! Your inner child misses them so much! It doesn’t matter if you’re not on good terms with them, please go do it. For some reason, you should go play hide and seek. This could also mean that you should prepare for an item of yours to go missing temporarily. It could also mean that you will find out some information that you’ve been searching for. Finally, if you feel like you have nowhere to go, think again! Your inner child wants to go to place where you once frequented. This could be the beach, an arcade or the park. Go have a picnic. Go insert those coins/swipe that card into your favorite apocalypse game. Go dig your toes into the sand! You are going through self-actualization and it is important that you stay grounded. Be prepared to step into uncomfortable positions. Connecting with your inner child is a way to do so. It is essential for your growth as a person.

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what if i told you (i love you) part 3 - joel miller

pairing: joel miller!fem reader

chapter summary: with Joel and Ellie still in Jackson, you try to navigate your confusing feelings towards Joel. warnings: small mentions of violence, angst, fluff, swearing I think. let me know if i missed anything please! also this isn't edited at all. if you know tlou and wanna beta this story, that would be lovely <3 word count: 3k masterlist series masterpost ask box tag list form

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When Jack was first born, you went through a rough time. You were a new mom in a post-apocalyptic world and still trying to get over the betrayal you felt from Joel. You spent many nights at the kitchen table with Maria or Avery, crying or sitting in silence and feeling numb. The hardest nights were when you missed him, because that meant feeling weak and you hated letting yourself feel like you needed him.

Your task of avoiding him during his stay in Jackson is becoming particularly difficult because of the duckling you seem to have acquired. Ellie trails after you nearly anywhere you and Jack go and Joel has no intention of letting Ellie out of his sight for longer than a few hours. A small part of you is jealous that he seems to see the girl as a daughter when he wouldn’t even accept Jack but you can’t blame her, so you let her tag along while pretending Joel isn’t always hovering in the background like a mother hen. During movie night, you seat Jack with Ellie and go stand in the back with the adults. Brad, one of the men around your age immediately comes over and tries to strike up a conversation with you. He’s nice enough, and not hard on the eyes but you never really let yourself make time for dating. You have your hands full with your kid so you just smile politely but entertain him, listening to him talk about going on patrol but tune him out when he begins bragging about taking out a pack of clickers. You know his story isn’t true because Avery was on the same patrol as him and told you when the clickers showed up, he hid while everyone else took care of it.

At some point, you can feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately you know who it is without having to look. You’re trying to ignore it but his eyes feel like they’re burning a hole in your head so you turn to look and as you do, he quickly walks out of the building. You don’t know what comes over you, but you excuse yourself from your conversation with Brad and follow Joel outside. He didn’t go far, you find him leaning against the wall near the door a few feet away, arms crossed and deep in thought. It’s close to impossible to sneak up on him unless he’s feeling safe or is with someone he trusts. You’re apparently neither anymore because his head shoots up as soon as you get close.

He stares at you, mouth opening and closes a few times before he looks back at the ground and scuffing his boot in the dirt. You’ve no idea why you even followed him out here in the first place and after a few more seconds of silence, you start to head back inside but his voice stops you just as it did a few nights ago. He still has this invisible hold on you and you can’t understand why.

“Sarah,” he mumbles so quietly you wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t silent outside. “Her name was Sarah and she was my entire world and she’s gone.”

Tommy had admitted to you on one of your bad nights while he and Maria were trying to comfort you that Joel had lost a daughter. You’d put two and two together after Tommy made the memorial with Maria’s late son and the name Sarah who you knew was neither of theirs.

“Yeah,” you whisper, hating the ache in your chest you feel for him. You can’t imagine losing Jack but you don’t know if you can accept what he is insinuating. You can hear him walk towards you and you fight the urge to leave because as much as you don’t want to be around him, this is the first time he’s opened up to you.

“I thought it’d be replacin’ her,” he mumbles and you realize he means Jack. That accepting another child would mean replacing his late daughter.

You turn around to find him closer than you were expecting and take a step backwards, almost toppling backwards but his arms reach out and catch you. He doesn’t let go immediately, hands firm and steady gripping your arms exactly how you remember. For a moment, neither of you move. It’s as if you’re in a trance and it only breaks when the door flies open and Jack comes running out the door with Ellie chasing after him.

You pull away from Joel, picking up Jack when he reaches for you.

“Mama! The movie’s over,” he says and then frowns. “You were gone.”

“I came out for some fresh air.”

He grumbles and tucks his face in the crook of your neck. “‘S cold,”

You’re about to respond when Joel shrugs his thick brown jacket off and drapes it over Jack but it’s big enough that it covers you as well.

You mumble a quiet thanks, ignoring the curious look Ellie gives you both and bid goodbye to the both of them, promising the girl that you would see her tomorrow.

It was inevitable, you realize, sitting at the table listening to Jack tell Joel and Ellie a story you’d told him too often.

“And-and then the Prince saved the Princess from a huge monster who’s teeth go click click click and then they went to Fred and Bob’s house for dinner!”

You can feel Joel’s eyes on you the entire time Jack is telling them the story. He’s clearly piecing together that this isn’t just some made up story you told your son but a kid-friendly version of something that happened between you and Joel. It was shortly before you left Boston, Joel and yourself going to Bill and Franks for something. You’d been distracted because it was just after you found out you were pregnant and hadn’t told anyone yet and you turned your back for a split second while you were in the wrong place and nearly torn apart by a clicker. Joel had been furious, saying you needed to be more careful but he couldn’t have been that mad because after lecturing you for ten minutes, he’d pinned you against a tree and kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name.

It was one of the last times he had kissed you before you told him you were pregnant and then left Boston.

“Quite a story,” Joel says, looking at Jack who proudly smiles at the older man's comment. “Does the Princess have a name?”

Jack gives you a curious look and when you don’t say anything, he shrugs and looks back at Joel.

“Mama never said.”

Ellie snickers quietly, obviously also realizing that the story is based on actual events. Joel gives her a look but she doesn’t back down despite his glare. She leans towards Jack and grins.

“Do you have any more stories about the Prince and Princess?”

Simultaneously, you and Joel both say “no” a little too loudly which earns the two of you some looks.

“I think it’s time for someone to go to school,” you say, standing up and offering your hand to Jack who grumbles but climbs off his chair and requests to be picked up by you rather than walk. You know you’re probably babying him but he’s growing too quick and soon he won’t want to be carried around by his mom so you’re cherishing every moment.

You chance a look at Joel before you leave and he’s wearing the softest expression you’ve probably ever seen on him and it makes your stomach do somersaults and cheeks warm. It’s probably a bad idea, no it’s definitely a bad idea but when it comes to Joel Miller, you always made bad choices.

“You guys can walk with us if you’d like,” you say and Ellie is out of her chair before you even finish the sentence. Joel looks a little more hesitant but he still doesn’t like going far without the girl in his sight so he follows the three of you outside.

Of course by the time you get to the small school Jackson has, Jack is more than happy to go in and play with his friends. He gives you, Ellie, and a startled Joel hugs before running inside without looking back. You’re grateful that you have a place here where Jack can have as close to a normal childhood one can have in this world. You can’t imagine if you’d stayed in Boston what kind of upbringing he would’ve had. You certainly don’t miss it there, aside from the nights you missed Joel which were far and few in between up until he showed up here. The reason he’s here is still unclear although you have a suspicion Tommy knows more than what he’s told you and even Maria. The length of Joel and Ellie’s stay is also not known. You were expecting them to just need to stop and get supplies before continuing their journey but they’re still here and you have no idea when they’ll be leaving.

You’re not sure what possessed you to invite Joel and Ellie to your little house for dinner but here you are, chopping vegetables to make soup. Jack is still at school and the soup will take time to cook but Ellie insisted on helping you prepare it and Joel said he needed to go see Tommy. It’s kind of nice to have company even if it’s in the form of a fourteen year old. Said fourteen year old has been awfully quiet the past twenty minutes and you can tell she’s wanting to ask you something but is stopping herself.

“Go ahead,” you eventually say, tired of her silence.

“Joel is Jack’s dad, isn’t he?”

You’re so tempted to say no, only for the fact that she obviously looks up to Joel and you don’t know who she would look at as the bad guy. And honestly is the best policy, right?

“Yeah,” you tell her, noticing when her shoulders deflate.

She’s quiet for another five minutes before asking, “Did Joel tell you to leave?”

You’re quick to answer this question because as wrong as what Joel did was, it was your decision to leave Boston and you don’t want to put some wedge between them.

“No, I left because I wanted a better life for Jack.” It’s not a complete lie, Joel is part of why you left but you really did want a better life for your son than what he would’ve had in Boston.

“Alright,” she eventually says and then: “Can you pass me another carrot?”

And that’s that. You both chat about random things, she tells you some terrible puns and you buckle and reluctantly tell her some more stories of when you, Joel and Tess lived in Boston. She tells you that Joel won’t talk about Tess and she feels guilty about her death. You listen quietly, letting her spill out things she must have been holding in knowing Joel didn’t want to hear it.

“I knew Tess really well,” you tell her. “She wouldn’t have done what she did if she didn’t think it was worth it.”

Ellie looks at you hesitantly. “Yeah?”

You nod and she smiles a little before asking if she can come with you to pick up Jack, but you tell her that Avery is going to pick him up and drop him here. Since you’ve got some quiet time, you decide to do some cleaning while Ellie goes to the house she and Joel have been staying at to take a shower.

It’s a couple hours later when there’s a knock on your door and you’re figuring it’s Avery with Jack so when you open the door, you almost drop the broom you’re holding when you see Joel standing in front of you and Jack in his arms. You start to ask why Joel has Jack and where Avery is when you see the woman in question standing at the bottom of the stairs with a sheepish smile on her face.

“We, uh, ran into Mr. Miller on our way here and Jack insisted that he come with us,” she explains but you can’t stop looking at the duo in front of you. Jack is smiling, arms wrapped around Joel’s neck and telling him a story but Joel is watching you warily, like he’s expecting you to yell or something.

“Hi mama,” Jack says but makes no move to leave Joel’s arms. In fact, he looks very pleased that the older man is carrying him.

“Hi baby,” you reply, unsure what to do. You don’t want to upset Jack by taking him from Joel but you can’t tell if the latter is uncomfortable. Avery, sensing the tension, smiles brightly and waves awkwardly.

“I gotta go feed Lucy,” she says, already walking backwards. “See ya, Jack!”

Jack shouts goodbye to Avery and you finally snap out of your stupor, stepping back to let Joel walk inside. He toes off his boots and you’re about to offer to take his jacket when you realize he’s not wearing one because you never gave him it back last night.

“Dinner smells good,” he says, following you to the living room where Jack finally wriggles out of Joel’s arms but only to get a toy to show him.

“Look Mr. Miller,” the boy says, offering a wooden train that you gave him for his birthday. An older gentleman in the town made it for you after hearing Jack talking about how much he loved looking at pictures of trains.

“That’s a really nice train,” Joel compliments, sitting down on the couch. Jack immediately climbs up and settles down next to him, chatting about the toy and you watch as Joel listens intently, nodding at the right times and you remember that he’s done this before, it may have been twenty years ago, but he’s dealt with an excited almost five-year-old.

The front door opening and closing tears your attention away from them and you look to find Ellie walking towards you, shrugging off her jacket. She lays it on the rocking chair and then plops down next to Jack, shooting you a small smile. There’s something in her expression that is sadder than when she left and you wonder if something happened since she left but you don’t bother asking her now. Instead, you go set the table and check the soup to make sure it’s done before calling everyone to the kitchen. Jack makes sure his chair is as close to Joel’s as he can get it so he can keep talking to him.

You have heavily conflicted feelings about the relationship growing between them. On one hand, it’s kind of nice that Jack is getting to know his dad, even if he doesn’t know Joel is his father. On the other hand, if you let Jack get too attached to Joel, it’ll break his heart when he and Ellie leave. So, you decide tonight after Jack is gone to bed and Ellie goes home, you’ll sit Joel down and ask him why he’s here and when he’s leaving.

Of course that doesn’t happen because Ellie and Jack pass out on the sofa after reading every children's book you own and you and Joel end up sitting at the table, drinking some liquor Maria had given you that you never got around to drinking. You’re not drunk, but you’re tipsy enough that you feel relaxed around Joel and laugh at whatever he’s saying. It almost feels like Boston, when the days were so long and dark that all you wanted to do was sit and drink with him and eventually wind up in bed together.

Except now, you’ve got two kids who are sleeping in the living room and no intention of going to bed with him. Well, maybe if you let yourself have a few more glasses and if there weren’t kids in the other room but that’s just the alcohol in your system making you think things you shouldn’t.

“Do you remember when Frank asked how long we’d been dating?” He asks and you snort at the memory. You didn’t know at the time why Frank would even think that since you and Joel had been bickering the entire time you were at dinner, and Tess had to tell the two of you to knock it off multiple times. She had choked on her water when you asked why Frank thought you were dating and he said that it was because the two of you reminded him of Bill and himself.

“Yeah, Tess nearly choked because she was laughing when we simultaneously shouted no and then Bill caught us making out behind his house,” you say, smiling behind a sip of your drink. He doesn’t react to you saying Tess’s name and just shakes his head with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He tilts his head a little so he’s looking at you and not the ceiling.

“If I thought it covered the pain I caused you, I’d say sorry,” he says quietly and a little broken.

You look away, swallowing loudly. “Well, sorry would be a start.”

You don’t say that you’re not sure if you can forgive him, even if he did say sorry. Even if he knelt in front of you and begged, you’re not sure if you could push past the last five years. Every night you spent sobbing into your pillow in Boston while you waited for him to come back after you told him you were pregnant. Every bad night you had here in Jackson, thinking of why he did it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly, like it’s a secret.

Blinking back tears, you clear your throat and nod. “Thank you.”

Thank you but I can’t forgive you, goes unsaid. But a little voice in the back of your mind whispers, I can't forgive you yet and you can’t help but believe it a little bit.

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Anyone But the Spin Doctors

Kai Parker x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “Nobody warned you about me?”

Summary: Y/N is loosely a member of the Mystic Falls gang, and basically the only one who doesn't think revenge is the best answer to every problem. After spending some time in New Orleans with their best friend, Kol Mikaelson, they come back to Mystic Falls to find Bonnie and crew exacting revenge on their latest enemy, Kai Parker. But, after Kai showed some signs of humanity and change, Y/N is convinced there's a better way to deal with him. So, they steal an ascendant and go to 1903 to get him out.

Word Count: 2,735

Category: Fluff, little bit of angst (esp. at the beginning)

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"Wait, what? You just left him there?" I demanded, staring at Bonnie in utter disbelief.

"Yes. Because that's what he deserves. Did you not hear me telling you about all the awful, horrible things he's done, Y/N?"

"Yeah, Bonnie, I did hear you! Did you not hear me when I brought up how easily our problems were solved when we made friends with people and gave them a chance instead of immediately trying to kill them? Or when I laid out how many times our problems were caused by getting trapped in some giant circle of revenge?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. I was absolutely fuming, and so was she. I'd just come back from visiting my best friend, Kol Mikaelson, in New Orleans, after hearing my friends fill me in on some new witch who had been causing problems lately. Based on what they'd told me most recently, after going through quite literally a hell of a lot, there was actually starting to be a glimmer of hope for this new witch to be roped into joining our side as a friendly, and not an enemy.

Until recently, when Bonnie had apparently stabbed him and left him for dead after pretending to give him a second chance.

"Look, Y/N, just because your little rehab project half-worked on Kol Mikaelson-"

"Bonnie, Kol is my friend, because we built up trust and mutual respect and stopped crossing lines with each other! We broke the fucking circle of revenge that you people–him include–seem to just love living in for some reason!"

"Does not mean that Kai Parker is redeemable!" Bonnie continued, shouting over me to be heard. "I'm not forgiving him, Y/N! And you have no right to tell me I have to!"

I sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Bon, I know. And I'm not trying to tell you you have to forgive him. I'm sorry if that's what it was coming off as. You have every right to never forgive him, and I'm not saying you even have to be friends with him! But I am telling you that getting revenge by literally stabbing him and trapping him in some nightmare hell dimension, when he was just starting to show signs of wanting to make some kind of change, is the literal worst decision you could've made!"

"I've had enough of this," she said, holding up her hands and shaking her head as she took a few steps back from me. "I'm going to go see Elena, and I don't want to hear about this anymore."

"Fine. I was kinda done talking, anyway," I said. I took a deep breath and reached into my pocket, trying not to look too suspicious as I grabbed the ascendant that I'd stolen from Bonnie when I'd first seen her. Shady, for sure, but I stood by the fact that it was the right move. Every time my friends decided to get some kind of revenge when there was another option, it backfired. This time, I was determined to get us on a different path.

Being a witch had its perks, and it didn't take me long to work a little magic of my own on the ascendant. I saw Bonnie's eyes widen as she realized what I was doing, but then, before she could stop me, I was somewhere else. I looked around, finding myself in a clearing in the woods, a heavy blanket of snow all around.

This feels like a scene out of a horror movie, I thought, and immediately scowled at myself for going there. Not the kind of mindset I wanted to have right now.

I took a deep breath and looked around the circle, hoping for any signs of life, but I came up empty. Despite the fact that every instinct in my body told me not to, I took a deep breath and shouted into the darkness.

"KAI! Kai Parker, are you here?"

I waited, listening intently, but heard nothing. A shiver ran up my spine and I took a deep breath, trying not to let my imagination run away from me.

"Kai? Hello? My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I came to get you out of here!"

"I don't think I've met you before."

I whirled around at the sound of a voice behind me, doubling over with my hand on my heart as the adrenaline spiked and then started to drain away. A tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes stood there staring at me, his head tilted slightly to the side with one eyebrow raised.

"Kai Parker, I presume?" I huffed between breaths, finally calming down enough to stand up straight again. "You scared the shit out of me."

"And who are you?"

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N-"

"Yeah, I heard your introduction. But who are you?"

"I'm a friend of the Mystic Falls gang, sort of. I've been gone visiting a different friend for a while, but I'm back for a visit. When I got here, Bonnie told me what she'd done to you, so I..." I trailed off then cleared my throat, feeling slightly guilty for what I'd done behind my friend's back. "I stole the ascendant and came to get you out."

"Nobody warned you about me?" asked Kai, prowling a few steps closer to me. I laughed a breathy laugh and held my ground, despite my heart picking up the pace ever so slightly.

"No, they did. At length."

Kai stopped at my words, quirking an eyebrow again.

"And you still came?"

I shrugged. "It sounded like you were interested in making a change, or even just making some friends, but nobody gave you a chance. I've been there before, and it sucks. So I thought I'd come and do something about it."

Kai just stared at me for a few beats, and I swear I could see his mind processing all the new information. I held in a smile at the sight; it was kind of cute.

"Okay, so, I'm kind of new to this whole... emotions thing," he said, waving a hand in the air and grimacing. "But... I'm feeling kind of... weird, right now."

"Weird how?" I asked, taking a few steps closer to him. He stared down at me, looking incredibly confused that I wanted to approach him, but answered any way.

"Weird like... like there's something moving around in my chest, and it's grabbing my heart in a claw and squeezing it."

This time I couldn't help it; I smiled.

"I mean, that could be a lot of things, but... maybe it's a little bit of relief? Or being overwhelmed that I'm here, and that I came for you?"

"Relief... hm, maybe. By the way, it was an absolutely insane choice for you to come here without even knowing me. Why did you... why did you do that?"

I shrugged. "Ever heard of Kol Mikaelson?"

"Mmm... maybe. Crazy powerful, insane Original vampire with a lot of brothers and a sister who like to terrorize the world?"

"Maybe not how I would describe them, but yeah."

"My parents talked about them. They debated trying to step in and put them down a few times."

"Oof. Probably better for everyone involved that they didn't."

"And what's your point?"

"The Mikaelsons first came to town a few years ago, and caused absolute chaos. Honestly, it was pretty terrible, and me and the rest of my friends were scrambling to figure out what to do about them. Kol was especially problematic, and he almost killed, like, half my friends."

"I can see why you speak so fondly of him now."

I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm. "Okay, we didn't really get along at first. But then, while Damon and crew were cooking up some insane attack plan revenge scheme whatever, I happened to run into Kol at the Mystic Grill. He was being menacing and trying to manipulate me, but then a song came on in the Grill, and we both immediately grimaced because it was a terrible song. It was such a tiny moment, but we actually made a real connection over it. And from there, little by little, we became actual friends. Instead of getting caught up in manipulations and scheming and attempts to do each other in, we started hanging out and making compromises about lines we wouldn't cross. And then he stopped being a problem for me and my friends."

"So...?"

"So, ever since, I've kind of made it my mission to give people a chance at redemption before going apeshit with the rest of the Mystic Falls Gang and their insane ass schemes. Sometimes it doesn't work, but sometimes it does, and it saves us all a lot of hurting. And, sometimes, I find a new best friend."

"So you're best friends with a psychotic Original vampire now, because you both hated the same song?"

"Yup! He's the friend I was coming back from visiting, actually. It's crazy how life works sometimes, isn't it?"

"What was the song?"

"Uck, some garbage by the Spin Doctors."

A ghost of a smile flashed across Kai's face, and he huffed a small laugh.

"You hate the Spin Doctors?"

"Big time."

"Huh. So... assuming I go along with this, and don't just siphon your magic and take the ascendant..." he started taking a few casual steps closer to me. We were almost chest to chest now, but I still didn't back down an inch. "What's your plan for stopping me from getting revenge on Bonnie for literally stabbing me in the back?"

I sighed. "What is everyone's obsession with getting revenge all the time?" I cried, throwing my hands up in the air. "Seriously, don't you people have better things to do?"

Kai just raised an eyebrow at me again, so I put my hands on my hips and fixed him with a look.

"My plan is to convince you of the same thing I convinced Kol: there are way better things to spend your time on than some ridiculous revenge scheme that's only gonna make life worse for everyone, you included."

"By doing what?"

"Offering you a better option." I smiled, then gestured with my hands to add a little dramatic flair to my words. "Picture this: touring the world, visiting all kinds of cool new places, singing some good karaoke, and finally escaping all the stress and heartache and negative emotions that come with involving yourself in Mystic Falls drama."

"Possibly tempting... say more."

"Kai, look, I know I don't know you. But I'd like to. And if you agree, I say we go on an adventure together. You're new to the modern world, there's no way you've seen all of the coolest things we have to offer post-nineties. Let's go explore it together. We can start in New Orleans, and you can meet Kol, and then we can go wherever the hell we want after that."

Kai swallowed hard, and although I could tell he was trying to keep up his smooth, cool, scary posturing, I'd gotten pretty good at reading emotions over the years. There were finally some cracks in the mask, and I could see the hope and hurt swirling just under the surface.

"You'd really... you'd really do that?"

"Yeah. I'm all about having adventures, and I want a buddy to go see the world with. So... what do you say? Wanna be my buddy and dip out on the whole revenge thing?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Kai's mouth, and although he tried to fight it, he couldn't hold it in.

"Well, I guess since you came all this way..."

I grinned at him, not even bothering to try to play it cool. I held out my hand, and after a short pause, Kai took it.

"You know I can siphon peoples' magic by touching them, right?" he asked, his grip on my hand tightening just a little. I squeezed right back.

"Yeah, I told you before, I got briefed on your whole deal. Now c'mon, we've got places to see."

With my free hand, I pulled the Ascendant out of my pocket. I could see Kai smiling out of the corner of my eye as I started to the spell to take us back, and our hands were clasped tight enough that I could feel his heart racing through his palm. Sure, my style of dealing with things didn't always work, but a little kindness and an olive branch sure could go a long way.

It didn't take me long to get the spell right, and suddenly, Kai and I were standing in the middle of the Salvatore living room, right where I'd left Bonnie after our argument. I really shouldn't have been surprised, but we were immediately surrounded by the Mystic Falls gang, looking ready to fight.

I swore, clutching Kai's hand a little tighter. He squeezed my hand back, which I hoped was a good sign, and I did my best to stare down my friends.

"Guys, listen, I get that you're not a fan of Kai, but I seriously need you all to back the hell off-"

Their faces immediately transformed into looks of shock and horror, and then they stopped looking at me and Kai and started staring around the room instead. At the same time, I felt just the slightest trickle of my power drain away, and I turned to Kai in confusion.

"What-?"

"I made us invisible," he quickly explained, suddenly looking a little concerned. "I hope that's okay. I needed to siphon you to do it, and we didn't really have time to consult. Agh, just, don't freak out on my-"

"Kai," I held up a hand to stop him, and he immediately froze, looking at me with wide eyes. I could see the fear and insecurity as plain as day, as he clearly worried he'd just scared off his new (and only) friend. "It's okay, I was just surprised. Honestly, it was a great move. We should probably get out of here, though, before they get any ideas."

Kai sagged with relief. "Okay, good, because for a second I thought-"

"Hey. Seriously, it's okay. It's going to take more than a well-timed spell to frighten me off. I'm friends with an Original vampire, remember?"

Kai smiled at me, then started to look confused again as he raised his free hand to clutch at his chest.

"Is this... what is this? Ugh, feelings suck."

"No shit," I agreed with a laugh. Gently, I tugged him towards me with our joined hands, and he looked at me with wonder in his eyes. "You wanna talk about what it feels like?"

"It feels like I'm having a heart attack. And like... like insects are flapping around in my chest whenever I look at you. Are you secretly killing me with some spell I don't know about?"

I couldn't help a small laugh, even as I shook my head.

"Most people call those butterflies, Kai."

"This is what people were talking about when they said that? Weird, but... kinda fits."

I hummed, then on whim that I let myself be carried away by, I leaned up and kissed Kai on the cheek. He turned to look at me in complete shock, a disbelieving but happy and dazed look on his face, and I couldn't help another small laugh.

"C'mon, we can analyze how close butterflies and heart attacks are to the same feeling later," I said, tugging him along with me towards the front doors of the Salvatore house. "Right now, we've got a road trip to New Orleans to begin. And once we get to the car I can show you Spotify. You're gonna love it."

"I can't wait," he said, his voice still a little dreamy as he followed behind me. Now it was my turn to fight butterflies as we snuck out of the house together, still hand in hand. As much as I'd compared him to Kol, I'd never felt like this around my best friend.

Whatever the future held next, I could tell it was going to be an absolutely incredible adventure. And no matter what, I truly couldn't wait to get to know Kai Parker, especially away from all the drama of Mystic Falls.

I had a good feeling about this.

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lokai-fi · 2 years

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Beneficial

Ateez Headcanon - FWB sounds like fun until someone catches feelings

Requested <3 Some fluff, some angst and some more fluff, I have no words but Yeosang and Jongho :’)

~~Requests are open~~

~ Masterlist ~

Hongjoong

he needed to relieve some stress and you needed to get laid

it was a win win

you’ve kind of always been included in his social circle

so he doesn't notice the gradual desire to spend more time with you

or that you live in his head rent free

and it’s not weird that he keeps your favorite brand of coffee in his mini fridge to enjoy after your *ahem* escapades

it’s around the third song that he’s written with you in mind that he finally catches on

more like Seonghwa told him

but whatever

he’s down for you

and he’s down bad

but you seem so content with how things are

and that stresses him out so much

but he doesn’t want to call things quits because he loves you, and he doesn’t want things to be weird

and he’d for sure make them weird

“What happens to the people that fall in love with this kind of shit?” he asks one night as your pulling your clothes back on

you shrug “they fall in love I guess.”

“Is it bad of they do?”

“Depends on the person, some people just don’t want the strings.”

Hongjoong’s quiet for a while, startling when you ask him why

“What if- what if I want the strings?”

You can only narrow your eyes at what he’s saying, a smirk playing on your lips

“You want strings?”

“Your strings, as many as you’re willing.”

“I think we can make that happen.”

Seonghwa

so nervous to ask about it

but so confident about it once you agree to it

at first it’s just super casual, going to each others places and then leaving

but then he’s planning whole days around it

and they’re fun! You always have a great time with Seonghwa

but they feel an awful lot like dates given the whole fwb situation

you bring it up to him one day

man panics because he didn’t even realize

but then he pauses

and he does realize

he’s a little bit in love with you

and he’s been in love with you for a while

so he’ll straight up tell you

“I-I think I fell in love with you.”

“Oh you think?”

“You knew?!”

“Truthfully it wasn’t that hard to tell Hwa, I’m just glad you finally said it.”

Yunho

thought you were joking at first

but very quickly warms up to the idea

like way too quickly

calls you over at least three times a week at first

he tried for more but dude

you needed some time to recover

it’s just fun for him

hang out, quick fuck then right back to hanging out

neat!

until two months go by and you get a very frantic call from Yunho babbling on about something

you’re confused and the only thing you can make out are very quick apologies

“Yunho! Take a breath, slow down, what’s wrong?”

“I broke the rule I’m so sorry.”

“Hang on I’m coming over.”

He answers the door with red eyes and you swear his lip trembles when he actually looks at you

“Please don’t be mad I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“For what to happen? Yunho are you okay?”

“It’s a crush, I have a crush on you and I feel so guilty because it’s the one thing I wasn’t supposed to do but I just like you- us, I like us so much. Fuck... I’m so sorry if this ruins everything.”

your chuckle stops the tears from falling as you gently grab his face

“Who said it ruined anything?”

Yeosang

completely foreign concept to him

yes he knows what you mean but like? why him??

his heart melts a little when you explain how comfortable you feel around him

but then he’s right back to making it awkward

“so we just like?” he doesn’t know where to put his hands as they literally hover by your arms and chest

needless to say you took control the first night

he gets better as it goes, more confident and comfortable with the fact that he’s intimate with one of his best friends *platonically*

just when you think things are finally going smooth he starts shutting down again

he’s quiet save for a few grunts and groans and each time it gets worse till he’s not even saying anything to you at all

you think that’s the worst of it but as soon as he’s finished he’s up and out of the room

You show up unannounced one night and you can see the panic in his eyes

“What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

Yeosang just shakes his head and tries to busy himself in the kitchen but you’re quick to follow

“Is it the whole hooking up thing?”

You watch his hands stutter and you know that’s exactly what it is

“If you don’t like it then-

“But you like it!”

“Yeosang! That doesn’t matter! If you’re uncomfortable then it stops now.”

“No! That’s not- I don’t want it to stop!”

“Then what do you want?!

“I want more! God, fuck. I want you, I want meaning, I want a title, I want to do all those stupid couple things that you say you hate but I know you love.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh and watches you process everything, eyes slowly coming back to his with the tiniest pout you can manage

“Even matching outfits?”

Yeosang lets out a breath of laughter as he pulls you flush against him,

“Even the matching outfits.”

San

>:)

he’s totally the one who instigated the situation

ending the night with a ‘we should do this again’

and thus a new dynamic was added to the friendship

you two are very casual about it and it goes on for quite sometime before things start to change

like him grabbing your favorite snack on his way home from work

or him leaving out a few of his favorite sweaters because he knows you like to steal them

San falls in love with you slowly and it just feels right

so right in fact that he mutters it into your skin one night causing the both of you two freeze

he’ll drag his eyes to yours so painfully slow

heart racing out of fear that he just fucked everything up

“Did you mean it?”

He can’t lie to you

He especially can’t lie while he’s balls deep in you

The words won’t come out so he just nods

“Oh thank god.”

it’s music to his ears as he dives in for a very needy kiss

Mingi

lets be honest here

Mingi always had some sort of feelings for you

so needless to say

he fell the moment he has you calling out his name

will 100% try to play it cool

and by that I mean he doesn’t text you for a solid week after

you tried damn well to get him to talk to you

but the mans legs are long and he can speed walk faster than you can run

you get Yunho to help corner him one evening

and Mingi is very quick to tell the truth

that his phone was broken and every time he saw you he suddenly remembered he had left the stove, the shower and the heat on in his apartment and he absolutely had to go fix those things right away

You and Yunho just exchange looks and Mingi’s back to sputtering

“It’s a crush, I have this big stupid crush on you and I always have and that night just made it ten times worse because you’re absolutely perfect and it was more perfect than I could have ever imagined but I panicked because it was just supposed to be sex and I- I’m sorry”

you’re quite sure he said that all in one breath

“Min... I suppose I should confess something too.”

Wooyoung

straight up tells you no

kinda shocking I know

but he values your friendship and he’s seen too many movies where these things go south

so when you’re nonchalant about his answer and even ask him if you should go ask a different friend he feels his ears heat up

Why would you go ask someone else? He can do better than they can

It wasn’t your intent to make him jealous competitive but hey

whatever gets you laid

low keys gets annoyed when you hit him up

just because you’re starting to affect him in ways he didn’t think would happen

your friendship was so strong and solid before all this

and now he’s so weak for you

it’s so easy for him to come undone at your touch and he has to stop himself from chasing after more

because if you wanted a boyfriend you would have just gotten a damn boyfriend

he’s absolutely pissed when you call him after a night with your friends

he shows up and tastes the booze on your tongue, your lips no longer sweet but sour and he can’t take it

he’s being far too rough and distant and ends up making you cry

which makes him cry because he can’t stand to see you hurt especially by him but he has to be selfish, just this once

“I don’t want to do this anymore! I can’t fall even harder for you when I know you’re eventually going to find someone else.”

“Wooyoung, who said I ever wanted anyone else?”

Jongho

you were the one to suggest it

and he responded by crashing his lips against yours

because fuck work has been awful and he hasn’t had any action in months

not to mention, going out to find someone decent is also exhausting

but you, you he knows

you he trusts

after, you both don’t really mention it aside from a ‘thanks’ and ‘that was needed’

you don’t expect much to come out of it honestly, just a single fling because it was Jongho after all

but one night of just pure frustration turned into him calling you at least once a week

and yes he calls

he’ll make sure you’re hydrated and sometimes he offers to watch a movie after

but after a few months he catches himself tracing over every mark on your skin

and he’s come to realize he’s memorized every single one and he absolutely loves-

he’ll tell you to stop immediately, gently pushing you off of him

distancing himself as best as he can

“I can’t do this”

“I’m sorry? What happened?”

“I-I just don’t want to do this anymore, it’s enough. I’ve had enough.”

“Jongho-”

“You should go.”

He doesn’t reach out to you for well over a week which is absolutely killing him because you’re the only thing he’s thinking about.

But god dammit is he so scared to tell you that he caught feelings because that’s him being weak and you never saw him as weak

and besides, you don’t like him like that and he doesn’t blame you

he will nearly bust down your door at three am because he just can’t stand it anymore

“I need you.”

“O-kay?” and when your hands move to the hem of your shirt he has to rush to stop you

“No, jesus not like that... I mean, I need you because I love you and I don’t know what to do without you. And I’m an asshole I know, for making you leave and not talking to you but I need to know if you feel the same.”

“Say it again.”

“Wha? Which part?”

“The L word, I need to know I’m not dreaming again.”

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Let’s play a game…

Based on this request!

Okay so this request gave me ‘Scream’ vibes so hard so it’s basically gonna be that but Billy comes in to fuck up the bad guy. I’m not using Ghost Face specifically but you get the picture.

Summary: Someone is in your house, you don’t feel a safe so you call your safety net.

TW: Fighting, Stalking, Stabbing, Cursing, Crying, mentions of Smut but no actual smut. MINORS DNI SHOO. SHOOOOOOO

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Slowly working through my requests! I have a few to get to still but I’m okay with taking on more! It’s just gonna be a few days until I finish them all.

“They’re hereeeee…”

Why you decided to stay home and watch a horror movie by yourself on a Saturday night instead of going to Tina’s party was beyond you. Billy really wanted you to go but you just had a bad feeling so you decided to stay home. That was the first dumb idea, Poltergeist was the second. The third was telling your parents to spend the weekend in Tahoe instead of coming home that night. So, count them; home alone, scared shitless and no one was coming back. The phone rang and you jumped slightly, mentally smacking yourself for being such a scaredy cat.

“Y/L/N residence.”

“Hey baby.”

“Billy! How’s the party?? Did you sneak off into someone’s room? It sounds quiet.”

He didn’t usually call you during parties if you weren’t there. You trusted him, despite what everyone tried to make you think. The stories of girls hanging on him while you were gone didn’t upset you. You knew Billy, really knew him. You knew the real reason he was in the hospital for so long after the mall burned down. You knew the fights he got in weren’t usually at school, but at home. You knew how deep his blue eyes went when he cried, so yeah; you trusted Billy Hargrove.

“Cops crashed the party. I’m home now, but maybe I should listen to your gut feelings a bit more.”

You smiled softly, he was home safe. That was always a worry if you two were apart and you knew he was going out drinking.

“Ehhh I don’t know. I still feel like something is wrong so maybe I’m just paranoid.”

“You and me both baby. Want me to come over and calm you down?”

You blushed. He wasn’t being innocent and you knew that.

“Billy I can barely walk from yesterday. Plus if you give me anymore hickies people will think I have a rare skin disease.”

You heard his deep snicker on the other line.

“What can I say, people need to know you’re mine. I love marking that perfect skin with my—“

“GOODBYE BILLY!”

You hung up before he could get descriptive. He had a way of talking you into phone sex which would turn into him driving the 10 minute drive to your house in 3 minutes; only to absolutely destroy you when he burst through the door.

His phone call did calm you down though, enough for torture yourself with the rest of the movie. Grabbing some chips and a water you sat and refocused on the movie. You were a lot further into it when the phone rang again, it was late enough that Billy was really the only one who should be calling.

“Billy?”

“Not this time.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry. This is the Y/L/N residence. How can I help?”

“Just wondering why you weren’t at Tina’s tonight?”

That was odd. No one really noticed if people didn’t show up to parties. The voice sounded weird over the phone and something wasn’t sitting right in your mind.

“Just didn’t feel well…who is this?”

“A friend.”

“All of my friends do tend to have names sooooo….”

“Do all of them get to see you in those skimpy blue pajamas?”

Dread. Absolute dread, whoever was calling you could see you. Immediately you mentally checked if you’d locked all the doors, and you did…right?

“Come on, let’s play a fun game. If you can find me, I’ll give you a 10 second head start before I kill you.”

You immediately hung up the phone. This wasn’t funny if someone was pulling a prank. The Upside Down caused enough trauma… luckily Steve had become a close friend and he left his special baseball bat with nails in your house. You grabbed the phone and dialed one number before you went to go find it.

The phone rang…and rang…and rang…

“Y/N it better be you and you better have a good re-“

“Someone is in or around my house and they’re going to try and kill me.”

Billy was quiet for a few moments. That would definitely fall under a good reason. You two had promises to each other that you’d never joke about something like this. Any life or death situation was too familiar to be pranked about.

“Find a place to hide, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Baby no. Just call the police. Please. Honestly I should have first but I’m so scared I just needed to hear your voice. I’ll call them after this. Please don’t do anything Stu—hello? Billy?”

The line went dead. You knew he was going to come now, he was probably freaking out in his room. You just prayed he called the cops first. You mentally hit yourself for not doing that first. Slowly you made your way to the garage, maybe you could just run out. The baseball bat was in there too, if you couldn’t. Gently opening the door you didn’t want to turn the light on so you slowly scuffled around the garage. The bat was close, you remember your dad being extremely confused why Steve left it with you and setting it by the door so it didn’t pop any of the cars tires on accident. You felt the hilt but that’s when someone else turned on the light.

“So you did want to play after all.”

You tried to grip the bat but you were squatted and the freak was standing, they kicked you back and grabbed the bat you were going for.

“Handy little tool for me, but a promise is a promise. You have 10 seconds.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you, I think you’re just my type, bitch. Now you have 5 seconds.”

Fuck. You took off into the house. Running outside seemed dumb. You didn’t know what kind of weapons the killer had and you had to know your own house better than them.

You opened and shut a few doors trying to throw off the killer.

You tried to quietly sprint up the stairs

Under the bed was too obvious

So was the closet

Fuck

—————-

Billy killed his engine a few houses down from yours. The last thing he wanted was for you to think it was safe and run to meet him, only for the sick bastard to kill you. He wore as much black as he could, trying to blend in with the night so he wouldn’t be spotted immediately. Stealth was his only option. He called the police but you both lived far enough away it would still take 15 - 30 minutes that you might not have had.

Billy tried to calm himself on the walk up, you were smart and resourceful, he’d seen you survive the craziest shit. You were gonna be okay when he got there. He approached your house, all the outside lights were off which helped him but also worried him. The sight he was greeted with washed over him with a wave of relief, with an ounce of worry coming back. The killer must have been inside or you were just fucking crazy.

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You clung to the side of your house for dear life. Billy had alway bitched about how he couldn’t climb into your window because there was nowhere to hold onto. Having trouble finding a hiding spot from the psycho you jumped out your window and closed it before he could find you. But now you were putting your weight on a gutter that was probably going to fall at any moment. Dropping from a second story didn’t seem like a great option, but neither did dying.

You almost cried out in relief when you saw a dark figure approaching your house. Normally it would scare the shit out of you because it looked like a burglar but when he removed his black hood, the blonde mullet brought a tear to your eye. He quietly walked over to you and stood under you. He wanted to catch you.

“No! I’ll break us both. Did you call the cops??”

You were whisper shouting at him. He just nodded and motioned for you to come down. Billy was strong, really strong, and he was a lot smarter than he lead on; but you still didn’t want to drop a whole story into his arms.

“No! I’ll just—“

“Gotcha”

The killer pulled you inside and threw you against the wall. The scream died in your throat and You hit your head pretty hard, and it shut you up pretty quickly.

———————-

The psycho grabbed your arm and you screamed as he pulled you back inside. Billy ran to the front door, of course it was locked. He kicked the flower pot that had your spare key and grabbed it. Opening it up, the house was eerily quiet. He’d hoped to had heard you screaming for help but it was just…nothing.

Going to the kitchen he grabbed a knife in one hand and had brass knuckles on the other. Billy slowly and quietly stalked up the stairs, he heard muffled noises coming from your room, and he waited for the right moment.

———————-

“What the hell do you want?”

You groaned from the floor. Running your hand through your hair there was no blood which was good. You probably had a concussion because you felt nauseous but you kept it in.

The killer was wearing a hockey mask which was super original. Now that you had to sit and look you rolled your eyes. You survived demon bats, dogs and demigorgons just to die by a cliché dumbass.

“You need to be put in your place.”

He removed his mask and a different level of fear gripped your. Adam Murray. You’d visited him, and a few more convicted serial killers in Michigan City, Indiana. Your college psych class visited the mental institution and Adam took a special liking to you. You remember calling Billy about it and how uncomfortable it made you, but that was almost a year ago.

“…Mr. Murray… please.”

Adam smirked and swung the bat. You dodged it and thanked God for Steve putting so main nails in it. The bat stuck to the wall and it gave you enough time to move. Touching the door you thought you’d get out but a body tackled you to the floor. You felt a pinch in your arm but there was too much adrenaline for you to focus on it. Adam was on you but in the next second he wasn’t.

————-

Billy threw open the door when he heard a thud. He saw some older guy on you and everything went black. You’d helped him with his anger blackouts a lot. He’d even gotten close with Max because he was just doing better as a person; but this brought out the old Billy. He could see what he was doing, but it was as if he was outside of his body. Kicking the man off you, Billy kept him on the floor by kicking his face again. Dropping to his knees, he discarded the knife and started punching with the brass knuckles. Blood was covering his hands and he laid into the man’s face. Your scream brought him back. You were a lot closer than he thought you would be.

Billy stopped his assault to feel you wrapping him in a tight embrace. He originally thought it was to stop him from killing the man, but when he shifted he saw that the guy had grabbed the knife Billy brought in. He was going to stab Billy but you took the blown. The knife was sticking out of your forearm. It had gone all the way through, and it almost got to Billy too. He gave one more strong ass punch which rendered the man unconscious. You fell down, trying not to move the knife. Past experiences made both you and him aware that you needed to leave the knife in until paramedics arrived.

Gently picking you up, Billy carried you outside to the steps. He sat down with you in his lap and he gently pet your hair.

“Thank you for calling me.”

You chuckled weakly.

“I think my shoulder is broken too, but you saved my fucking life.”

You tried to lean up to kiss him, but graciously he met you 1/2 way.

“I’ll always be here when you call.”

The lights and sirens of the police cars came in to view. The sound got louder as you clung tighter to your boyfriend.

“I….I love you Billy. I know we said we’d wait until all the stuff from the Upside Down was done and there was no drama in our lives. I know this is drama and you probably think I’m high in adrenaline but I-“

Billy cut you off with another kiss. This one was much deeper. His tongue explored your mouth like he had all the time in the world. He finally pulled away when he heard cars pull into your driveway.

“I love you too.”

He stood, with you in his arms, and carried you to the ambulance. Filling in the cops on what happened, a few went in to re-arrest the escaped mental patient. Billy stayed with you the whole way to the hospital, it was his turn to help you recover; and he was going to show you just how much he loved you while doing it.

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A/N: The end! Thanks for reading! Again, this is my work and I don’t allow anyone to copy or use this as their own writing. Feel free to submit some requests! Please interact! ❤️🖤❤️

#billy could have been saved #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy x reader #billy x you #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #stranger things

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an-architect-of-words · 4 months

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Until Dawn Movie Announcement Thoughts

Moving over here because somehow Tumblr of all places is where I can more candidly put forth my Until Dawn movie reservations. Reddit is a bit touchy now.

Okay, am I happy this means there will be a resurgence in interest for the game? Absolutely. Totally. Stoked and on the hype machine.

But… a movie adaptation of what is already almost a movie except interactive? What do we gain in that? Like here are some immediate things that are hitting me:

1) It could just be boring because we’ve seen this… cinematically… before

2) You mess with the sensitivity that is making things more “canon” than other things because the source is choice based.

3) If everyone lives, that’s kinda an odd horror film (though at this point, I’m preferring this option). If anyone dies, fans will be inevitably pissed because you’re actively picking favorites, and it shows.

4) This isn’t old enough to get a new cast. Most people seem very attached to the old one (I super am). Like idk… it doesn’t feel right to recast this? I don’t like it. Especially for Josh like… does anyone think Rami Malek can be replaced in this role??? The problem is he was too perfect.

5) I’ve just been bitten so many times with new material in my fandoms reversing the effect of the old or weakening the original meaning/intention and I hate it and trust nothing new years later anymore.

6) Is this in place of a remaster or sequel because now I’m wondering if we could have had a remaster and now I’m bitter.

Like I’m going to stay semi-sane and optimistic because yay Until Dawn hype! I just want people to talk about it! And who knows, maybe the movie will just be og cast Until Dawn with extra focus on the astounding bond of friendship Josh, Chris, and Sam share and end with redemption for Wendigo Josh, rendering it literally the perfect movie! There could be gold here. But red flags. Red flags everywhere.

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lousirs · 8 months

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Hi!

It’s me again and I was wondering what is the solution for Lou’s situation?

Like he was alone for who knows how long (with short amount of time with Ox, but that ended terribly) teaching these dolls. Of course that time he was probably isolated from the rest of the doll’s. And in the end of the movie he is basically degraded to janitor so he lost his purpose (train dolls) and I guess to identity (he isn’t perfect anymore, everyone hates him) is basically unneeded. And of course he still can’t go to the Big world.

Like I know he should face punishment for what he did. But still what do you think they should do with him? (They can’t just leave him to do the janitor job, at least I don’t think that’s the solution.)

Thank you for your answer and have a good day:)

hello again :)

yeah, lou's situation is literal hell.

he's stuck in doll purgatory, he's lost his purpose as a mentor and teacher, he's forced to clean up after everyone (which must suck because i'm guessing the prettydolls and uglydolls are going wild with messiness)(lydia literally covered her face in green paint for the hell of it so)...

my solution? MAKE HIS SITUATION LESS UNBEARABLE. he'll never be able to leave, so why not at least make him feel welcome? he did wrong, of course, but in the end he was probably following protocol. because who would want a doll that is below standard? not the factory, that's for sure. that'll ruin their reputation.

i want lou to have a friend so bad. like, someone that isn't concerned about the big world as much as everyone else, who reaches out to lou despite how others treat him, and show genuine kindess to him, which allows him to become a better doll because of it. i want someone to stick up for him, realise that what he did was wrong, but also realise that constantly humiliating him and isolating him isn't going to help anything. i want lou to open up to this friend, about the years of lonliness and pain he's suffered through being a prototype, having to watch endless dolls leave him to gain the love he will never obtain.

the friend could be anyone, really. my personal take is that it's nolan. yes, i know that lou called him ugly and left him to the dog, but lou called loads of prettydolls (and the uglydolls) ugly (so it wasn't really targeted)(nolan was just one example out of many) and he left his own henchmen (tuesday) to take the bullet for him during the gauntlet, not just nolan. lou only cared about the uglydolls failing, he didn't care at the time about anything else. nolan sending lou to the washer was karma for lou sending the uglydolls (and perhaps the prettydolls) to the washer as well. and besides, the other dolls were wanting lou dead with his stuffing teared out. nolan basically saved him there. also, lou being captured by the dog is additional karma for not saving nolan (and stopping tuesday from saving him) earlier.

anywho, i think nolan would be the best option for pre-existing characters (since nolan seemed to like lou despite lou's insults)(and nolan seems like an empathetic sweetheart)...

i may be slightly biased as a nolou shipper and nolan and lou being my favourites, but i've always thought that they would become friends. not instantly though, lou would probably still be hostile to everyone (because of trust issues and general anger) and get mad at nolan for throwing him in the washer, but ya know. it's a slow-cooked friendship.

moxy or ox or mandy are also decent options, though i think with them, they have more history with lou, and were treated worse (just my opinion though)(but he did try to recycle all three of them at some point). they could work, but it would need for lou to realise his mistakes, and for the other doll to forgive him (either after he apologises or they do some reflecting idk).

a totally new character could also work.

but i want in the end for lou to apologise to the dolls he's hurt, and for them to eventually forgive him (or at least tolerate him) and allow him to feel included. to feel loved. that would be nice.

...or just do what the doll jail AU is doing. send that silly doll to jail why not--

#uglydolls #ask #asks #not art #LOU. REDEMPTION. ARC. WHEN?!?!#lou uglydolls #lou literally broke down about being a prototype and no one cared. that hurt my soul to watch.#GIVE HIM A FRIEND!!! SOMEONE WHO WILL LOVE HIM DESPITE HIS MISTAKES!!!#DO IT STX!! YOU COWARDS!!#anyways thank you! i hope you have a good day as well :)

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sjsmith56 · 4 months

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Away Mission - Part 1

Summary: Bucky deliberately ends his relationship with the Avengers and his girlfriend in order to undertake a secret undercover mission for Nick Fury.

Length: 2.9 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC (not described), Nick Fury, Alphonso Mackenzie, Shuri

Warnings: Bucky deliberately being an asshole for a reason, angst, breakups.

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Part 1

Sloan

It was like a scene from a movie, a heartbreaking scene. The main female character, me, Sloan Hunter, respected writer, and once voted most likely to win a journalism award, finally realizes that she can no longer stay with the main male character, the man she loves. In this real-life scenario that wasn’t a movie, that part was played by one James Buchanan Barnes, former Howling Commando, former Winter Soldier, and now former Avenger, and former love of my life. My bags were packed, a friend was on her way to pick me up, and I was waiting for Bucky to say something, anything, to convince me to stay. Instead, he sat sprawled on the chair, his legs splayed out and wearing that look on his face that he often had that was a cross between a smirk and a scowl.

“I don’t know what you expect me to say, Sloan,” he said, his voice sounding like anything other than a man who once said he loved me. “I can’t change who I am. You knew my issues when we first got together, and I still have them.”

“If it was just your issues, I could stay,” I replied. “But it’s not, Bucky, and you know it. You’ve changed in the last few months. You’ve pulled away from me, isolated yourself from everyone who cares for you, and quite frankly I don’t even recognize you anymore. You won’t even talk about it with anyone.”

“Nothin’ to talk about,” he stated. “I quit the Avengers and there’s nothing more to be said.”

“Quit? Is that what you’re calling it?” I shook my head. “If you call deliberately wrecking your relationship with your best friend, then acting like an asshole to people who used to trust you to have their back, quitting, then you’re worse off than I thought. You were fired.”

He shrugged. “Not my circus anymore.” He stood up, poured himself a double scotch and lit a cigarette, even that act showing his disregard for me as I hated the smell. “I just got tired of trying to make people think I was worth their trust. There’s a lot of money to be made as a mercenary and I’m ready to start making money with my unique skill set. They don’t call them soldiers of fortune for nothing.”

My phone’s text alert went off and I checked it to learn my friend was downstairs. With nothing more to be said, I maneuvered my suitcases through the door and took the elevator down to the lobby. My girlfriend helped me load the suitcases in the trunk and I got in. I tried not to cry as she pulled the car away, but I was bawling like a baby by the next stop sign. Bucky didn’t even say goodbye when I left.

I was staying with her for a while but after that I didn’t know what I was going to do. Part of the reason I lived with Bucky was to allow me the opportunity to write my novel, without having to worry about a job, paying bills, and dealing with the little things of life. When Bucky asked me to move in with him, he swore that his Avengers pay would cover everything for both of us. Now we were both discarded like neither were of any consequence. I wasn’t just heartbroken; I was disappointed that the man I loved and admired had turned into someone I didn’t know any more.

Bucky

It was quiet in the apartment after she left and as empty as I felt inside. I took my phone out of my pocket and sent the confirmation text to Fury. Ready for pickup. He texted back within seconds. The crew is coming up to clear out the apartment. Everything will be put into storage. Take nothing with you, including your cellphone. I turned it off and waited for the knock on the door. When it came, I opened the door, receiving the security code from the man waiting there. Handing him my keys I left him and his crew to clear out my apartment. I went down to the lobby then out to the street and directly into the large black SUV waiting at the curb. Fury was in the back seat.

“We’ll keep Sloan under surveillance,” he said. “I already have a job opportunity set up for her with an operative in place there to keep her safe, and another in her friend’s apartment building. The friend’s apartment has been wired and when she moves into her own place it will be wired as well. If they come for her, we’ll have a team there within 30 seconds.”

“You better keep your end of the bargain,” I replied. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and doing this to her has been painful for both of us. Not to mention lying to my friends and colleagues. They may never trust me again if this doesn’t work.”

“It will work,” said the former director of SHIELD. “There’s no one else I can trust to do this; no one else who can convince people that he’s turned. Those videos from Madripoor proved that. As soon as they hit the internet, people said they knew it was all an act, that you faked being sorry for what the Soldier did.”

I didn’t react visibly but inside I was seething. Zemo really set me up for this with his suggestion that I pretend I was still the Winter Soldier when we were investigating the Flag Smashers. It was bad enough that the Wakandans were almost apoplectic over that charade. They were going to have a coronary over this scheme.

“Shuri knows the argument we had in public was a set-up, doesn’t she? It seemed awfully real from my perspective.”

“Yes, Shuri and King M’Baku are the only ones who know the truth. No one else does, well, except for my driver.”

He nodded towards the man behind the wheel, Alphonso Mackenzie, the current head of SHIELD, or what it evolved into after it was resurrected two years after I stopped being the Soldier, two years after Natasha Romanoff released all of SHIELD’s dirty laundry on the internet, including the fact it had been completely infiltrated by my former captors, HYDRA.

By the time we arrived at the safe house, I was almost second guessing my decision to take part in this mission. But I owed it to Shuri, and to her late brother, T’Challa to integrate myself with the team of mercenaries that were being assembled to break the Wakandan defences, setting up an attempt at a coup. The team was hired by a private security firm that was supposedly financed by a consortium of industrialists who wanted control of the vibranium in the country. When Fury first contacted me several months ago, alerting me to this attempt at violating Wakandan sovereignty, I was initially reluctant to be involved, not because I didn’t want to protect the country. I had worked hard to get past all that I had done as the Winter Soldier. The thought of giving all that up to successfully infiltrate this mercenary force did not appeal to me. Then Fury reminded me that he did much the same, when he authorized Natasha to reveal everything about SHIELD in order to cleanse it completely of the taint it had by HYDRA’s infestation of the organization he was associated with. We needed to find out who made up that consortium.

“By showing your willingness to do what is necessary to save Wakanda you will prove beyond all doubt and for all time that you are an honourable man,” he argued.

To make it believable that I was willing to turn my back on the Avengers and my life with Sloan, the plan was conceived for me to become increasingly jaded and cynical at remaining with that organization, apparently not a hard thing for me to accomplish. I picked fights with my colleagues, insulted them and their abilities, showed up late, left early, and made it known I was done being a good guy for the measly pay we received in comparison to those on the private payrolls of the corporations that seemed to operate with impunity. There was talk of rescinding my pardon but some of those same corporations had deep pockets and successfully convinced the politicians in those pockets to squash any talk of that. When they came looking for me, a former marine sergeant showed up at a coffee shop where I was, leaving a card with a phone number on it. I called, and the person on the other end of the line offered me a hefty pay check to lead one or more of their “private security teams” employed to look after the interests of a certain conglomerate as part of their international operations. I was in, or I would be once I underwent some enhancements at the SHIELD safe house before my rendezvous with my new employer.

We pulled into the driveway of a ramshackle garage that was part of a rundown house in one of the worst parts of New York City. The door to the garage opened automatically for us and closed behind the vehicle once we were inside. I went to get out, but Fury shook his head.

“Stay inside,” he said, as Mack sent a text from his phone. The garage was actually the top level of an elevator, and the platform we were on slowly moved down through several levels before opening onto a place that rivalled anything I had ever seen in a James Bond movie. When it stopped, Mack drove towards another door; this one slid open and closed behind us. Only then was I allowed to step out of the vehicle, with Fury and Mackenzie joining me. We entered a single door, walked down a long hallway and came to a lab, that equaled those I had seen in Wakanda.

“Sergeant Barnes,” said a familiar voice and I soon saw the smiling face of Shuri. “Welcome to the Wakandan Outreach Centre, or rather our secret lair version. I am going to make some adjustments to your arm and shoulder unit that will allow us to monitor you. There are also some rather innocuous devices that you can use to provide audio and video that will be monitored by one of us at all times.” I smiled weakly at her, as the last time I saw her she threatened to kill me. “We were very convincing to the general public at our last meeting, weren’t we?”

With that greeting and acknowledgement of what we both had to do to provide a convincing story, I was asked to remove my shirt and she disconnected my arm, putting it off to the side while she opened a panel on the back of my shoulder unit. As she worked, she described what she was doing.

“I am taking out a component and replacing it with an almost identical component that has been updated with a secure GPS tracker. It is a component that was manufactured at the same time as your arm and shoulder. The GPS tracker has been camouflaged to appear as a linking component for your arm. If they scan you it will show up as a communications nodule connecting your arm’s function to that of the shoulder unit. It will appear to be configured to work only to keep the two units communicating. I’ll install a similar nodule in the arm.”

“They won’t be able to tell that it’s giving my location?”

“No, it’s one of my inventions that I haven’t patented yet and there is nothing like it in the world,” she replied, as she finished inserting the component and replacing the panel on my shoulder. “It is set at a frequency that shouldn’t be detectable to any sort of sensor except for what I have here.”

She used another device to make it look like the component was soldered in place years ago when it was originally installed. Then she came around to my front, looking kindly at me. Gently, she ran her fingertips over the seam of the chest portion of the shoulder unit. Another access panel opened, and she inserted a slender tool into it coming out with a computer chip.

“This computer chip is a backup chip that reboots your arm in the event of a power surge,” she said, showing me the old chip. “You can see there was some damage to it after the battle you and Sam Wilson had with John Walker, when he still claimed the shield.”

“Did you have eyes on us then?”

She smiled mysteriously. “There are always eyes to hack into,” she said. “Sam’s Red Wing units had a record of the event and we saw the effect the power surge had on you. I’ll put an upgraded chip in that will withstand any surge. It will also have a unique feature that will allow for separate tracking. It’s been made to appear to have been manufactured shortly after that time, and I have created a record of you coming to one of our more visible Outreach Centres for the upgrade shortly after that incident just so that the timeline is consistent.”

She inserted the new chip and closed the access panel. While she worked on the arm, testing its functions and running updates on the systems that she changed the date of, Mack brought out a go bag of tactical gear and weapons for me.

“The tactical suit that you wore during the Flag Smashers has been duplicated,” he said. “The new version, which looks exactly the same visually has been outfitted with sensors that will record your surroundings in both audio and visual format. It will store everything you record and upload its data every time it is near a wifi source. When you are not in or near a wifi signal, or if they have implemented a dampening field it will appear to be a regular part of the uniform, just like something commonly used in military tactical uniforms. It is possible they may insist you wear their gear as part of their mercenary force. If they do, then the same sensors have been inserted into portions of your weapons. Of course, if you’re using the weapons, it will affect the quality of the recordings, but something is better than nothing.”

Shuri finished updating my arm and came over with it to re-insert it into the socket. After it clicked into place, I recalibrated it by swinging it backwards in an arc. Mack came with another bag of clothing for me, casual wear. That and the go bag with my suit and weapons were all I was taking with me.

“If you ever feel that you are in danger or when you have compiled all the evidence and require extraction, all you have to do is say “Reclaim my past,” said Fury. “The recording device will pick it up and we will institute a search and rescue of you immediately upon receipt. Since there is a possibility that your recording doesn’t upload right away you are authorized to use deadly force to protect yourself until extraction. I know you vowed not to kill again but I hope you see the need to stay alive.”

I nodded. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, no matter what, but if I had to kill someone to get away from danger then I would do so. With my arm back in place, I pulled my shirt on and grabbed the two bags. Shuri placed her hand on my forearm, squeezing it before quickly patting my cheek, as a goodbye and good luck. We returned to the vehicle and went back up the elevator to the street. After confirming we weren’t being followed, they dropped me off on a street corner and I walked a couple of blocks before hailing a cab. The driver dropped me off at the rendezvous point that had been agreed upon and I waited.

Two hours later a white panel van pulled up and the passenger window was rolled down. A man pointed a gun at me.

“Get in the back,” he said, as the side panel slid open.

I did as I was told and stepped inside. As the door slid shut a black bag was put over my head and my bags taken from me.

“Sit down, shut up, and relax,” said another voice. “We’ll drive for a while to make sure you weren’t followed then we’ll take you to our transport.”

“You know I could kill all of you without breaking a sweat,” I said.

“We know,” replied the voice. “But you won’t. If you care about her, you’ll do as you’re told.”

With that threat I knew that they already had an upper hand. The “her” was Sloan and they probably knew where she was. If they knew that then it meant they at least had eyes on her and possibly had their own operative near her. So, I said nothing, and settled back against the side of the van, waiting for the next part of this operation to unfold.

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thranduel · 2 years

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mike, will & el: lies vs truth

*these are my own personal opinions based on what i’ve observed. it’s fine if you disagree!! i’m tagging byler, mike and will so it shows up in their tags only, so if you happen to come across this and you don’t like byler, don’t bother reading because this heavily focuses on how close they are and how strong their relationship is ☺️

mike and el

el has always known mike doesn't like being lied to and it’s one of the first things he teaches her (see screenshot above), but after they start dating, she lies to him a lot (including in all her letters in season 4) because she doesn't feel comfortable telling the truth or being herself around him. mike also lies to el a lot, and even when confronted, continues to lie, because he also can't be himself around her either. lying has only hurt both of them and the people around them, and although they may find it difficult to open up because they have their own struggles, it just shows that they don’t understand each other and being in a romantic relationship (that was extremely rushed for two children) isn’t helping them.

also, none of the other characters have fully approved or said anything positive about their relationship, and it’s not really surprising considering mike and el force themselves to act a certain way around each other and exclude everyone around them when they’re trying to be lovey dovey (which isn’t romantic or healthy). obviously they’re not intentionally trying to hurt people but they just get blinded by their relationship and it’s not good. it’s like they’re trying so hard to compensate for the lack of important things in their relationship (trust, honesty, proper communication, shared interests, understanding) with things that they just think are expected in a typical romantic relationship (making out, shoving everyone else to the side just to be with each other, basically just cheesy things that they see every other couple do and what romantic movies show).

the other characters have only encouraged them to break up and/or called them out for lying and being unfair which says a lot, and i think it’s also very interesting to note that the general audience and casual viewers started hating mike the moment he started dating el, because that’s when his character changed. if a character becomes worse after getting into a relationship and his own friends call him out for it more than once AND most of the audience starts hating him (there are literally polls that show he’s the least favourite main character now), isn’t that telling you that this relationship just simply isn’t good? couples are supposed to bring out the best in each other, not make each other become worse.

"they're just kids" and "couples always have issues" may have worked as an excuse at one point, and it would’ve been understandable since it was their first relationship (especially for el who was only just starting to learn about these things), but that excuse just simply doesn’t work anymore after season 4, and it’s really weird when people STILL try to say it and force them to stay together when it’s clearly hurting them (and others around them). and if they’re “just kids” that are immature, make mistakes, lie, argue, make each other feel insecure (even if it’s unintentional) and don’t even understand each other, why are they in a relationship at all? like you said, they’re just kids. why would anyone want to watch kids with unresolved trauma and their own personal struggles stuck in a relationship like this where they’re not even helping each other? do people even care about the characters?

they’ve been dating for years and they've had plenty of time to grow and develop as a couple throughout the series, but they haven't. they’ve only made each other feel worse and more insecure (not intentionally but still). they've shown that they can be mature and honest and they can be themselves with other characters, so why can't they be like that in their own relationship? it's because they just simply don't understand each other and don't work as a couple. everything was so rushed for them, and that's okay to admit.

there is no honest communication, no trust, no understanding, and even when they try to comfort each other, it just doesn't seem to work. they lie a lot and pretend like everything is okay when it isn't, and they never actually end up resolving any issues. there’s not a single scene where they have a proper heart-to-heart conversation where they're being completely honest and understanding of each other. there’s not a single scene where they’re doing something they actually enjoy together (because they don't really having anything in common) while being their true selves instead of acting fake and forcing themselves to be people they're not. they’ve only had make out scenes and scenes where they ignore their friends and exclude them. i’ve never seen a scene where mike is with el AND their other friends, where mike is actually being kind and paying attention to the others. it’s like he can't balance his relationships and he completely switches his personality to “obsessed with el” mode and forces himself to only focus on her and it’s not cute, romantic or healthy at all. there was absolutely no reason for both of them to completely ignore will and exclude him at the roller rink, especially when all three of them know what it's like to be outcasted and left out. and when mike and el fight, they’re both pretty stubborn and don’t immediately apologise or check up on each other. mike waited until the next morning before seeing if el was okay after being bullied and making her feel worse, and then he kept denying things that she confronted him about.

i understand that they both have their own trauma and struggles. their feelings are valid and i can see why they might struggle to open up sometimes. but the point i’m trying to make is that they simply don’t work together as a romantic couple because they just don’t understand each other at all. if you can’t be yourself with your partner or feel comfortable enough to communicate with them, that means you shouldn’t be in a relationship with them OR at least take a break from dating for a while instead of forcing the relationship to continue. people always seem to ignore the fact that mike and el met as CHILDREN and kissed when they were 12 years old and knew each other for 6 days. el didn’t even know what romance was and she couldn’t communicate at the same level as mike. he literally had to teach her the word “friend” a few days earlier so the last thing she needed was a boyfriend. they rushed into romance so quickly, and even now, they’re only 15 years old and still struggling with so much unresolved trauma. even though they love and care for each other so much, they are still KIDS that they don’t understand each other or work as a couple. how can anyone think this relationship is romantic or healthy for them??

and no, being forced into saying a monologue where you tell someone things that you know they want to hear (because of a previous fight) because you're under pressure and trying to save them is not actually solving any of your relationship problems, especially when you lie in the process. you should be able to tell your partner you love them without them begging and crying in front of you. you should be able to tell your partner you love them when they don't have their powers. you should be able to tell your partner you love them without being pushed into it because of your best friend's feelings for you. you should be able to tell your partner you love them when they're not in danger and fighting for their life. you should not have to be forced into telling your partner you love them. and the excuse that mike was insecure and afraid of losing el will never make sense from a writing standpoint, because he knew exactly what she wanted to hear when she was crying in front of him. he knew she left with owens and didn't take him with her because he didn't tell her he loved her ("maybe i should've said something. and if i would've said that thing, then maybe she'd want me there with her"). he knew the entire time, so it just doesn't make sense why he couldn't comfort her or say 3 simple words. she was crying in front of him, practically begging to hear it. if he loved her so much and his fear was losing her, not only should he have said it during all the years they were dating WITHOUT her asking him to, but he should've said it the moment she started crying and confronted him about it. but he still didn't. he couldn't.

a forced monologue full of exaggerated lies that were said in an attempt to sound "romantic" doesn't suddenly fix all of that. it would've been more genuine and romantic if he at least tried to be honest. even if it was something like "i know things didn't start out easy for us at the beginning, and i'm sorry for that. but honestly... i realised how special you were the moment i saw your selflessness. how determined you were to help find will, a boy you didn't even know, even if it meant risking your life. and how you saved me that day, as well as so many other people... that'll be something i won't ever forget. there are so many people that love and care for you, and we believe in you". that's just a rough idea, but literally ANYTHING other than lies would've been so much better and more genuine than what we actually got. and it would've been nice to see him appreciate el as a person and mention all her good qualities. her kindness, her selflessness, the way she's willing to risk her life to save others. but instead, he idolised her for her powers and spoke about her abilities. he just lied and made things up that we know aren't true.

how could a 12 year old who was traumatised about his missing best friend and was so focused on finding him fall in love with a stranger in the woods who he looked at for two seconds and hadn't even spoken a word to? how could someone who doesn't believe in love at first sight ("it's not fate, it's not destiny, it's just simple dumb luck") or forming an opinion on someone before actually getting to know them ("awesome? you haven't even spoken a word to her" and "hate you? how can i hate you? i don't even know you") suddenly act like he believes in love at first sight to try and sound romantic? el would've understood if he told the truth because she knows it wasn't love at first sight either. it just made the scene look cheesy and it felt way less genuine. it also felt extremely invalidating and hurtful to will too considering that's the time he went missing and was fighting for his life in an alternate dimension. mike could've picked anything else to say to el and he chose that? really?

meanwhile…

it's also ironic that they both have a scene where they say the word "trust", when their relationship barely has any trust or honesty, and el proceeds to lie two seconds later, like she's been doing for months in her letters. also, they don't share any similar interests and seem to think the other's hobbies and interests are weird. not necessarily in a bad way, but they just don't understand each other.

el also spies on mike in season 3 without him knowing, looking a little disgusted and weirded out when he's just being himself (and fine, to be fair, he wasn't really behaving nicely in this scene and he was being whiny lol, but it just shows how mike is when he's with the boys, being his true self and not faking his personality or trying to appear cool). el isn't used to seeing him like that because he always acts like someone he's not when he's around her, so she was surprised. when mike finds out about this, he's understandably upset and embarrassed because she took advantage of her abilities and invaded his privacy. this shows the lack of trust and communication in their relationship. it's also weird how after they break up, they don't even go to each other. mike whines and feels sorry for himself instead of thinking about el's feelings, and el spies on mike instead of talking to him properly. they only talk days later when they have no choice and have to work together again with the others.

mike and will

will has always known that mike doesn't like being lied to and he doesn't like when other people lie to him either. he knows him very well and wants to look out for him so he doesn't get upset. he also knows that lies can eventually turn messy and he was definitely right in this case. if el hadn't lied to mike about her life in california, the bullying incident may have been avoided entirely, as well as el hitting angela with the rollerskate and mike and el's big fight (that mike claims they can't come back from) the next day. and no, it wasn’t will’s job to tell mike. he can’t do everything for them or they’ll never grow and develop as a couple (and clearly they’re not, we see their relationship getting worse each season) and it only ends up hurting both of them. if mike and el are the ones that are dating, they should know how to communicate and be honest with each other. if they can’t do that and someone always has to intervene and help them manage their own relationship, they shouldn’t be dating at all.

something i also find really beautiful is that in mike and will's very first one-on-one conversation in the first episode, will tells mike the truth about the roll. this is the introduction to their relationship and we can already see that there is trust and honesty; something very important to both of them.

mike and will continue to tell each other the truth and confide in each other throughout the show. in season 2, will only talks to mike about the mindflayer and everything he’s struggling with. mike also opens up to will when he talks about how guilty he feels for not being able to save el. they both feel safe and comfortable with each other, and they don’t leave each other’s side all season. although they’re more distant in season 3, will is still very honest, especially during their fight scene where he lets everything out and doesn’t deny that he wants to spend the rest of his life playing games with mike in his basement. he even makes sarcastic little comments in other episodes when mike annoys him. he doesn’t hold back or pretend to be fake. he can always be himself with mike and mike knows that. it’s something that has always made them so much more genuine compared to other couples and it shows how close they are.

the only time will lies to mike is when he gives him the painting and confesses his own feelings for him, but uses el's name as a disguise. but it's very important to remember that this is completely different to when el lies to mike and when mike lies to el. mike and el lie to each other because they don't feel like equals or understand each other. they don't feel comfortable with each other and they can't be themselves. they lie to each other so that they can make themselves look cool to impress each other. that's not the case with mike and will. we know that they understand each other better than anyone else and they feel comfortable with each other. they love each other for exactly who they are (and they know that!) and they don't have to hide or pretend to be people they're not to impress each other. will only lied here because he wanted to make mike feel better since he saw that he was upset, and because he obviously couldn't tell the full truth since it wasn't right and he also wasn’t ready to come out. will would never try to get in the way of mike's relationship. he wasn't trying to take him away from el, he was only trying to help because he saw that he was upset and struggling with his insecurities. he was half lying to him (by using el as a disguise), but also telling the truth, because what he described is how he truly feels about mike. will only had good intentions as well. he was thinking about mike the entire time, not himself. he was trying to do what he thought was best for him in that moment. he could've kept silent and let mike stay upset, but he chose to give him the painting and sacrifice his own feelings for him to make him feel better. i'm not sure how mike will react to that, but it's a completely different thing from when mike and el lie to each other. i know some people think mike will get mad, but i actually think he'll understand and appreciate it, even if it takes time.

the relief and happiness on will's face when he sees that mike is happy after seeing the painting is the cutest thing ever 💛

and look at mike's little smile after he hears about how will feels about him :') he just doesn't know it yet!!

and finally, another important thing. mike and will always resolve their issues after they argue (which, by the way, they've only had two small arguments. and both times it was because they weren't paying attention to each other lol. also notice how mike and will never argued with each other until mike started dating el? they didn’t start arguing because of their own relationship, because we know their relationship is strong and healthy and they’ve always been close and understand each other so well. they started arguing because of mike and el’s relationship because it’s unhealthy and mike started changing and forcing himself to act a certain way. i think this is very important to note). anyways, mike immediately went to will both times to apologise and we know mike is usually stubborn when it comes to apologising, but not with will. no one had to pressure him to do it. after their first argument in 3x03, he rode his bike during a storm to apologise and check if will was okay. after their second argument in 4x02, he went to will's room to say apologise again and check if will was okay. mike took full responsibility for how he acted and didn't let will blame himself because he knew it wasn't his fault at all and he understood why he was hurt. mike showed his vulnerable side, something he can only do with will, and admitted he wasn't acting great and was probably focusing too much on el. then he admits he was scared that he lost will and that hawkins wasn't the same without him. he tells will that he thinks it'll be better if they're a team. friends. best friends. this makes will feel better because he said "i thought we were best friends" the previous day during their fight, and he felt like they were growing apart. mike reassured him that wasn't the case, and they ended up even closer by the end of the conversation, with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes.

mike and el on the other hand didn't resolve any of their issues. in fact, they never do (also remember how i mentioned above that mike and will have never argued because of their own relationship? well mike and el do argue because of their own relationship. it’s not about other people, it’s about them. their relationship is always the issue and they always start fighting because they just don’t work together as a couple). even back in season 3, they didn't properly apologise to each other or admit to anything that they did behind the other's back. they just... moved on like nothing happened? and then in season 4, people act like the monologue solved all their relationship issues, when it didn't. not even close. for starters, el never apologised to mike for lying in her letters. mike never had a good excuse for not comforting el or telling her he loved her when she was sobbing. el went with owens even though she was warned she might never see mike again, and left him a letter saying "from, el". mike crumpled it up and threw it in the trash, before saying it was like a fight they can't come back from. mike wasn't going to say his monologue if it weren’t for will. it was will's painting and monologue that made mike feel loved and gave him strength and motivation. mike thought will was talking about el when he wasn't. even when el was choking on the table, mike wasn't saying anything. he only said it when will pushed him to. then he proceeded to make up lies that made absolutely no sense and contradicted things we've literally seen in the show. and i understand he was under pressure and trying to save her so he had to tell her what she wanted to hear, but he was still lying regardless. that's why it makes no sense when people act like it's a genuine love confession. also, mike didn't even know if she could hear him. they weren't face-to-face. it wasn't private or intimate. he didn't mention anything about her other than her powers because that's all he really knows about her. he didn't say it because he was ready to or wanted to, he said it because she was literally choking and he was under pressure and had no other choice. obviously he loves her so much and cares for her, but that monologue was not a genuine love confession. it was more like a motivational speech that happened during a stressful moment and it only happened because it was forced. it was also insulting that will was used as a plot device to make it happen in the first place AND that mike was lying to el, but anyways. afterwards, we don't even see mike and el interact, and after the time skip, el isn't talking to mike. it's like they started off close at the beginning of the season and ended up further apart by the end, which is the opposite to mike and will.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler analysis #there's more lies that i'm missing but i got tired of screenshotting and editing lol

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scarlet6rose · 5 months

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🎤 hello people of the internet ✦

I’m Scarlet Rose,

I’m a writer (somewhat) and (mostly) digital artist that has been drawing since I held an apsara pencil 💀.

You can see me as any gender you like and use any pronouns, I really couldn’t care less, I’m just here to have a little fun 👁👄👁

I am in a lot of fandoms (some breakups were there 😃)

Just to give a lil idea:

✦ Good omens (literally binge watched like yesterday 💀) (novel and tv show)

✦ Omniscient reader’s viewpoint (joined late 2022 and early 2023 I think 🤔) (novel and Webtoon)

✦ Undertale (since the beginning tbh but it’s a bit off rn lol 🙃) (Game)

✦ The Stanley parable (joined around the middle of 2023) (Game)

✦ Five nights at Freddy’s ( 💀 I’m a very loyal viewer of the game theorist… I don’t need to say more. Other then the fact that I’m not that active anymore) (Game, books, and movie)

✦ Heavens official blessing (joined around the middle of 2022 I think 👁👄👁) (novel, webtoon, and donghua)

✦ Not so Shoujo love (start of 2021, lmao much gayness 🫦) (Webtoon)

✦ Heartstopper (middle of 2022, so much fucking gayness 🤌) (Novel and webtoon)

✦ Uzumaki (I’m still reading this lmaoo, I think I started to read junji ito’s works around late 2018-19(?)) (manga)

✦ Hellstar Remina (🙂 it was funny as fuck, totally recommend) (manga)

✦ trash of counts family (around the time i started orv) (webnovel and manhwa)

✦ hazbin hotel/helluva boss (again, around the beginning. I dont really have an opinion on them.) (indie animated series on Yt and Amazon Prime)

There are many more but I literally can’t remember ‘cause I’m not actively active in them ig 😶‍🌫️

Anyway as you can see, I’m fine with literally any kind genre as long as the story is (mostly) interesting for my shit attention span.

Some bondaries (will be updated as I go on):

✦ No NSFW / no sexual themes

‣ I’m fine with jokes and shit, like have fun and all, but no sexualisation of me or my ocs. I’m fine with horror/ angst art (as long as it isn’t taken too far).

✦ Minors and majors/adults

‣ Please no pedophila. I do not want to be in any romantic relationships online (learn from my past one mistake of being fucking delusional)

‣ I do wish to be ageless online for now, so yeah…

✦ No weird dms

‣ I’ll fucking ban you and probably make fun of you publicly.

‣ Weird dms include (but aren’t limited to): asking sexual stuff, death threats, obsessive behaviour etc.

✦ Personal issues

‣ Don’t come at me with your severely personal issues, such as family issues, life issues or whatever. Just cause I’m fine with taking ‘bout mental health and its severities doesn’t mean I’m responsible of your mental health in any way. Don’t talk to me or anyone online, talk to someone you trust irl and take therapy.

✦ Stalking/ doxxing

‣ Doesn’t matter if it’s me or not, you need grass for doing some chronically online bullshit. Go outside man or ma’am or neuter.

✦ Parasocial

‣ No, just no.

‣ I’m fine with the buddy buddy shit but please refrain from thinking that I’m important in your life. I’m just here to have fun and cook bullshit. Nothing more.

✦ Shipping

‣ Don’t ship me with other creators or yourself (please).

‣ Don’t ship my ocs with yours.

‣ I’m fine with people shipping my ocs with eachother.

‣ I don’t mind fan fiction (I write most of my characters fan fiction anyways 💀) (you’re free to do whatever but please have some kind of common sense).

‣ Don’t fucking art police or ship police (?) people if non of my characters are being shipped in a borderline pedophilic or incest ships.

✦ Hating

‣ I don’t mind if you dislike or even hate me, you’re allowed to do whatever, but keep in mind that this is the internet and you hate me on the internet. Don’t take internet matters irl or attack anyone I know in real life.

‣ No racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, sexism, extremely offensive jokes (that actually harm people) etc. will be tolerated.

Ik that I am not that big at all, but better safe than sorry lol

#blog intro #blog introduction #meet the artist #multifandom artist #boundaries #artists on tumblr #help 💀

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theoffice-imagines · 6 months

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Prompts

Sick/comfort:

1) “Are you alright?”

2) “You’re face a little flushed.”

3) “You’re so pale…”

4) “You look like you’re about to fall over.”

5) “Everything okay there?”

6) “I think so..”

7) “It’s just hot in here..”

8) “Am I?”

9) “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

10) “I’m fine. Why?”

11) “It’s just a cold.”

12) “I feel strange..”

13) “I’ve felt kind of off all day..”

14) “I’m a little under the weather is all..”

15) “I really don’t feel good.”

16) “Let me take a look at you.”

17) “Come here, baby.”

18) “Here, sit down..”

19) “Can I check your temperature?”

20) “Stay put while I get the thermometer.”

21) “You feel so warm..”

22) “102? No wonder…”

23) “You’re burning up!”

24) “There’s something definitely going on with you.”

25) “Let me take you to the doctor.”

26) “I know you’re not hungry, but you need to eat.”

27) “Try a little broth, for me?”

28) “Drink your tea, it’ll help your throat.”

Angst/fluff:

1) “She was crying because of you!”

2) “I know for a fact that you’re not fine!”

3) “You’re looking at me like you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

4) “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

5) “You said you needed space.”

6) “I’m not jealous!”

7) “Are you awake?”

8) “Are you done with that?”

9) “That doesn’t even make any sense!”

10) “Don’t ask me that!”

11) “This isn’t your fault.”

12) “Just admit it. You know I’m right.”

13) “What’s with the box?”

14) “Say it!”

15) “I could kiss you right now!”

16) “Just pretend to be my date.”

17) “Excuse you?”

18) “I might have had a few shots.”

19) “You did what?!”

20) “Come here. Rest, honey.”

21) “I have never been more in love with anyone than I am with you.”

22) “Are you okay?”

23) “I just don’t like thunderstorms.”

24) “I get it alright? I messed up!”

25) “What do you need me to do?”

26) “I can’t sleep.”

27) “When was the last time you slept?”

28) “I want to protect you.”

29) “Give it back!”

30) “Well, this is just great.”

Random:

1) “You’re always on my mind.”

2) “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

3) “You’ve always felt like home.”

4) “I can’t imagine this world without you.”

5) “Trust me.”

6) “Why are you crying?”

7) “Who hurt you?”

8) “Was it me?”

9) “Nothing is wrong with you.”

10) “You make me feel alive.”

11) “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

12) “Who cares about what they think?”

13) “Lets go.”

14) “I’m not going anywhere.”

15) “Tell me what’s wrong.”

16) “You’ve always got me.”

17) “You look like you could use a hug.”

18) “Did you need something?”

19) “Just talk to me.”

20) “I can’t take the silence anymore.”

21) “Why are you so jealous?”

22) “You can’t do that. Not here.”

23) “Stop pretending you’re okay, because I know you’re not.”

24) “You owe me!”

25) “That wasn’t funny.”

26) “I love that show, too!”

27) “This tastes horrible.”

28) “This is delicious!”

29) “Can I borrow that book of yours?”

30) “Let me help you with that.”

31) “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

32) “Wanna go see a movie with me sometime?”

33) “Do you believe in ghosts?”

Hurt/comfort:

1) “I don’t remember that..”

2) “I didn’t do it!”

3) “Well, that was pretty rude of you to say..”

4) “Don’t touch me!”

5) “Are you mad at me?”

6) “Stop ignoring me!”

7) “Take that back!”

8) “We’re not just friends and you know it!”

9) “Please don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you cry.”

10) “Where do you think you’re going?”

11) “Just leave me alone.”

12) “Just talk to me.”

13) “You’re so beautiful..”

14) “You’re making me blush!”

15) “Stop being so cute!”

16) “You’re the best!

17) “Are we good now?”

18) “Stop lying to me and tell me the truth!”

19) “You belong to me!”

20) “Don’t get up. I’ll do it.”

21) “How about a kiss?”

22) “Don’t scare me like that.”

23) “I’m here for you.”

24) “Don’t ever do that again!”

25) “Don’t say that. Not now.”

26) “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

27) “Excuse me, I’m terribly lost. Can you help me?”

28) “You don’t have to stay.”

29) “You deserve so much better.”

30) “You did all of this for me?”

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@theoffice-imagines

Request a prompt number for any of these characters:

• Michael Scott

• Dwight Schrute

• David Wallace

• Andy Bernard

• Jim

• Pam

• Angela

• Karen

• Kelly

• Erin

• Holly

#the office imagines #the office imagine #the office x reader #the office #michael scott #dwight schrute #david wallace #andy bernard #jim halpert #pam #angela #karen #kelly #erin #holly #request #requested #requests

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