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The Pilot and his girl - ch. 2

So, I have vague plans for this fic now but the first two chapters are just dabbles, trying to find a way to write a reader insert and to write Frankie Morales. I'll have to think of a good title for the fic as I get the story together, for now it's just a bunch of scribbled ideas in a notebook. I'll update and give more of a summery once it's taken shape in my head I guess? Until then, I hope you enjoy a second date with Frankie and some fluffy flirting with our sweet soft boy.

Edit: making this easier to navigate- Chapter 3

Waking up late the next morning you catch up on the gossip from last night in the bachelorette party chat thread. It’s filling up with groans and promises to never drink again as your friends wake up across the city. You’re feeling fine, you’d only had a couple of cocktails last night, and now you’re poking fun at your friends while Lizzy curses at you for letting her do too many tequila shots.

Steve’s future wife: “Seriously, you should’ve stopped me, you were supposed to be my guardian last night!”

“I stopped you from ordering Long Island Teas for the entire club at 1am, your head and your credit card should be very grateful, Lizzy!”

Steve’s future wife: “My head doesn’t feel very grateful right now…”

Your phone suddenly pings with a new message and as you tap out of the party chat you see Frankie’s name on your screen. You can’t help but feel a little jolt of excitement as you pull up his message.

“morning. i was wondering if youd maybe like to get some coffee today, seeing as i didnt get a chance to buy you a drink last night?”

Your mouth pulls up in an inadvertent smile as you see the text, you’d been hoping he’d get in touch soon.

“Morning, yes I’d like that, I definitely need coffee this morning!

You hit send but instantly regret it, maybe that message sounded like you only wanted coffee and not that you were happy to see him again? You quickly type out a new message.

“Sorry, I hit send too fast… I meant to say that I definitely need coffee. But I'd also like to get some with you.”

The second you hit send you see the innuendo and bite your lip, fuck!

…

Frankie can’t help but chuckle as he sees her message come through. He knows she means coffee but he sees her typing away as the three dots move on his screen and guesses she’s trying to back track from the “get some” innuendo. He waits while she types, still smiling to himself. He’d been nervous about asking her out for coffee so soon but he wanted to give her a chance to get to know him a bit before he asked her out for dinner, less pressure for both of them he figured. When her instant yes came back he’d felt heat flash through his body, he really wanted to see her again and she seemed to feel the same way.

“Shit, ignore that last message completely, I mean, yes, I’d really like to get some coffee with you this morning, Frankie.”

Frankie chuckled again and typed his reply.

“no pun intended then?”

“Shut up :)”

And then;

“Where do you want to meet, and when? I’m free the whole day. My only plan was to recover from last night.”

Frankie suggests a coffee shop in a part of the city close to downtown. The area is good for weekends and has lots of places to hang out under the trees that line the river that runs through the neighbourhood. She knows the place and agrees to meet there in an hour and Frankie gets in the shower to get ready. For all the flack Pope had given him last night about making him pay up the one hundred dollar bet he’d also seen that Frankie was really into this girl. He’d spent the ride home telling his friend to not worry, that he was a great guy and that this girl would like Francisco Morales if he only gave her a chance.

“I know it’s a tired old line but just be yourself, Fish. You’re charming when you want to be and good looking, you know the girls always line up for you when we’re out, even with that damn cap shoved down your forehead. She’s into you so just relax and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman.” Pope had slapped his friend on the shoulder before getting out of the truck and now Frankie tries to force himself to feel some of Pope’s confidence as he scrubs himself down in the shower. “Just relax, he tells himself as his stomach flips at the thought of the way her lips had felt against his cheek last night. “You’ve got this, Frankie, you got her number, she replied, she wants to see you again, just take it from there.”

…

The second you’ve confirmed to Frankie that you’ll meet in an hour you rush out of bed and into the shower. Butterflies are back in your stomach and you’re kinda surprised at the effect this guy is having on your nerves. It’s not like you to get so nervous about a guy you’ve barely spoken to, even if he was cute and broad as a barn door. Something about Frankie’s shy approach, the way his face seemed to soften when he smiled, made your heart melt a bit. But there was definitely something more confident lurking under the surface, you could tell from his teasing replies to your messages. It gave you the feeling that he was probably hiding a more assertive manner under his initial shyness and you couldn’t wait to make him comfortable enough to bring it out. You were looking forward to getting to know him better and so far it didn’t seem like you’d regret your snap decision to give him your number last night.

The coffee shop Frankie suggested is right on the river and as you’re walking towards it Frankie texts saying that he’s got a table out back next to the water’s edge. You make your way through the building and see him sitting at a table looking snug in a dark green hoodie, the cap still firmly on his head. His unruly curls are poking out around his neck but it looks as if he’s made the effort to contain the ones around his ears, they are tucked in under the edge of the cap, still threatening to escape. He’s sitting relaxed, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed, looking out over the river where two crews are rowing past. As you get closer he seems to spot you from the corner of his eye and his gaze finds yours, his handsome face splitting into a warm smile as he gets up.

“Hey, good to see you,” he says, stepping forward to drop a kiss on your cheek before stepping back, still smiling. Your butterflies make themselves known as his warm smell washes over you, that same warm cotton smell from the night before, mint from his toothpaste and something that has to be his body wash. His lips are soft as they brush against your skin, a sharp contrast to the light scratch of his beard. He seems to pause for a second against your cheek as his hand lands on your waist and when he pulls back you feel the cool tip of his nose on your skin.

“Hi, good to see you too,” you smile as you try to squash the butterflies, letting him pull out the chair opposite his at the small table as you sit down. He gets back to his own seat and leans on his forearms on the table, making it shift slightly as it takes his weight. You bite the inside of your lip as you suddenly feel very shy at the way his eyes are focused on yours and he seems to notice the movement, his eyes dropping to your lips as you worry at them.

“You’re gonna draw blood, hermosa,” he says with a soft voice and you feel his thumb smooth over your bottom lip, making you let go of it. His gesture is gentle and calming and as he drops his hand back to the table you find yourself wishing he’d continued, your face leaning into his hand. His crooked smile makes your own creep back as he captures your fingertips between his own on the table, gently tugging them towards him, as he leans closer, dropping his eyes to your lips again. Your breath catches in the back of your throat as you watch the pink tip of his tongue dart out over his bottom lip as he moves closer.

“Morning, early birds! Let me guess, some coffee to start off with to wake you up, huh? And then let me take you through our specials today. Ya’ll are gonna love our seasonal pancakes!”

You all but groan when the server’s chipper voice cuts through the moment you’re having, Frankie immediately pulls away from you and your fingers slips through his as he clenches his jaw before picking up the menu card on his side of the table. The server continues to rattle through the specials and you scan the menu in front of you.

“Do you wanna start with coffee, maybe?” Frankie asks, ignoring the server’s chatter.

“Yes, please, that sounds good. I don’t know what I wanna eat yet,” you say and flip the menu over to look at the huge drinks menu on the back.

“Black coffee for me, thanks,” Frankie says to the server who has finally covered all the specials. “Know what you want, hermosa?”

“A double shot cappuccino, thanks,” you reply, looking up at the server who takes your orders and walks away with a nod.

“Rude,” Frankie smirks as he leans forward again, capturing your fingers in his, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His shyness from last night seems to have disappeared in light of your own and his eyes are warm and soft as he gently tugs you forward, his gaze flicking down to your lips and up to your eyes. You feel heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as he gets close enough for you to smell his toothpaste again, his lips pulling up in a small smile as he gently strokes his thumb over your bottom lip.

The sharp signal of a phone suddenly cuts through the air and Frankie actually drops his head on to his hands and curses in Spanish under his breath before he leans back and pulls the offending item out of his back pocket.

“I’m about to toss this damn thing in the river,” he grumbles, throwing you an apologetic look. But looking at the screen his eyebrows pull together in a deep frown.

“I’m really sorry, I have to take this, it’s work but they usually don’t call on a Sunday.”

Frankie gets up and steps away from the table. You watch him retreat, realising you don’t actually know what he does for a living. You go back to studying the menu and after a couple of minutes Frankie sits down again, a disappointed look on his face.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go,” he says, his hand shooting up to the back of his neck in that same gesture from last night, his face looking crestfallen and apologetic. “There’s an emergency at work that I have to deal with, the guy who’s on call this weekend is stuck in traffic behind some big pile up and can’t get to the airfield.”

“Oh,” you say, disappointment washing over you, feeling your stomach drop, and it must’ve shown on your face because Frankie’s hand shoots forward and grabs yours.

“Please don’t think I’m trying to get out of our date, I was really looking forward to hanging out with you but,” Frankie’s fingers are rubbing across the back of your hand, his eyebrows knitted together over his worried eyes, “it’s a medical transportation, some transplant organ that I have to pick up from Mount Hope and fly over to General, it can’t wait.”

“Wow, I didn’t even know you’re a pilot. You fly airplanes?”

“Helicopters,” he replies proudly as he pulls you up from the chair, still holding on to your hand. “I did it in the army for years but since I left I’ve been working at a local airfield, doing different transportation assignments.” His large hand feels like it dwarfs your own with how easily it fits inside the warmth of his and you hold on to him as he walks you across the patio into the coffee shop. “Maybe we can get the coffee to go?” he suggests, “And some pastries too? They do really good little hand pie things here.” He smiles down at you and you feel a bit better about the sudden end to your date, at least it doesn’t seem like he’s running off just to get away from you.

When you get to the counter Frankie asks for your coffee order to go and pays for a couple of hand pies while you pick them out, cherry for you and Frankie immediately goes for the same one when you point it out. While he’s waiting for the pies he suddenly looks over at you with a quizzical look.

“What?” you ask, his face suddenly mischievous.

“Are you afraid of heights, hermosa?”

“No, but I’ve never been in a helicopter if that’s what you're asking?”

“Do you wanna go up in one today?” Frankie grins, his eyes definitely looking like he’s about to get you into trouble.

“Can you do that? I mean, are you allowed to take someone up just like that?”

“You’re my new co-pilot in training now,” he beams, delighted with his idea. “I’ve got to fly from the airfield to Mount Hope, pick up the box, fly over to General and then back to the airfield. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours if you’re up for it?” His smile is infectious and the excitement in his body is palpable as you feel his hand squeeze yours, you can’t refuse him.

“Sure, I guess I’ll sign up to be your co-pilot, Frankie,” you laugh and he pulls you in under his arm, dropping a kiss on the top of your head as he grabs the bags with coffee and pastries. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

Frankie guides you out of the coffee shop and shows you to his truck parked across the street, taking you round to the passenger side door and opening it for you like a gentleman. It makes you smile at him as he gives you a hand up the high step and he grins back at you, making your heart flutter at the sight of his eyes lighting up. In the short time you’ve spent with Frankie, his eyes have definitely become your favourite feature, the dark brown irises changing as his smile comes and goes on his face. When he smiles they seem to soften, his eyebrows coming together as the corners crinkle, when he’s nervous or awkward he drops his head and looks up at you from underneath the peak of his cap and his eyes mirror the worry in his head, now they’re really sparkling with mischief and glee as he all but bounces around the front of the truck before pulling himself up into the driver’s seat.

“Your coffee, hermosa,” he passes the take away mug to you before placing his own in the cup holder. The truck has been sitting in the warm sun and Frankie pulls the hoodie over his head, tossing it in the back before starting up the truck. The white t-shirt underneath does nothing to hide the sheer width of his shoulders as he turns in his seat, hooking his arm round the back of the bench seat as he manoeuvres the truck out from the tight spot at the curb. You try not to stare at how his chest flexes as he twists half way around in the seat, his muscular arm resting right next to your head. You follow the line of it up underneath the sleeve of his t-shirt, it’s ridden up high on his deltoid and you can see the dark smudge of his armpit as he grunts, twisting around again.

“Admiring the view, cariño?” Frankie chuckles as he catches your eyes on his chest and you feel heat rushing to your face, quickly slapping your hand over your eyes, stifling a giggle. Frankie laughs loudly and pulls your hand from your face, tugging you closer to him across the wide seat.

“Come here, hermosa, you can look as much as you want,” his chest is rumbling as he laughs but he pulls your hand up to his mouth and presses his lips to the back of it before setting it down on his leg, moving his hand to the gear shift and pulling out into traffic.

“So, never been in a helicopter?” he asks, glancing over at you. “Ever been up in a smaller plane?”

“No, nothing like that, only regular commercial flights. Is it very different?” You’re slightly nervous about the idea but Frankie’s excitement is infectious, this is clearly something he loves.

“It’s very different from a commercial flight but I’ll make sure to go easy on you, no loops or flying upside down.” He moves his hand on top of yours as the traffic starts to flow smoothly, lying warm and solid over your own.

“I’ve never seen a helicopter fly upside down, you can do that?” Your limited knowledge of helicopters makes Frankie break out in a big grin.

“Only on special occasions,” he glances away from the road for a second and gives you a wink and you roll your eyes as you catch on.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny, you’re a regular comedian,” you pull out your hand from under his and punch him lightly on his upper arm, but you can’t help but smile as he chuckles and pretends to duck his head to get away from you.

“A few helicopters can fly upside down but not this one, unfortunately, I’d like to see your face when I do it,” he laughs again and takes your hand back, placing it on his thigh but holding on to it this time. “Really, don’t worry, hermosa, I’ll take us up and down and fly straight as an arrow, no fooling around.”

“At least not in the air.” It slips out before you know it and Frankie immediately snorts loudly and you feel laughter bubbling inside you as he breaks out in a wide grin, shooting you a mischievous look.

“At least not in the air,” he agrees, looking at the road again but his eyes are wrinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re not touching any of my buttons.”

“Ok, that one was too obvious,” you giggle as he tries to contain the way he’s chuckling at his own joke.

“Yeah, I know but I couldn’t help it,” he smiles, tugging at his cap and looking over at you as the truck comes to a stop at a red light. His brown eyes are warm and happy, the sunlight shines into the car from behind him and his unruly hair has escaped from under his cap and is curling around his ears again. You hesitate for a second but the urge is too strong, you reach up and graze across them with your fingertips, feeling the soft strands brush against your skin. Frankie inhales deeply and the smile slips from his face, replaced by something more urgent. He leans in and the rich aroma of the coffee he’s been drinking washes over you.

“I really want to kiss you,” he mumbles close to your lips, “but not in my truck at a red light, so please, hermosa, do that again when I won’t crash any vehicles we might be in.” He stays close for a beat longer and drops his gaze to your lips before pulling back with a small groan just as the light changes to green.

You feel like the atmosphere in the truck is about to reach a dangerous boiling point so you try to calm yourself down by sipping on your coffee and reaching for one of the pies, handing the other to Frankie.

“I feel like I'm tempting fate by eating a cherry pie with one hand while wearing a white t-shirt.” he says as his first bite drips cherry juice down his fingers. “This is so good though,” he catches the trickle down his pinky with his tongue which makes you swallow and quickly look away.

He’s right, the pie is very tasty and you both fall silent as you try to capture every flaky crumb that falls from the pie as you bite into it. The filling is sweet and tart and gone far too soon.

“Fuck, I wish we’d bought three each,” you moan as you swallow down the last bite. Frankie is still juggling the last of his as he turns the truck on to a smaller road on the outskirts of the city, steering with one hand and keeping the pie away from his, miraculously still white, t-shirt.

“Here, have the rest of mine,” he offers, holding out his hand to you.

“You sure? You’re not one of those people who offer their food and then get offended when I eat half your fries?”

“No, I’m smarter than that, I always order a large fries when I’m eating with a woman,” he grins. “Just take my pie, I’m gonna need both hands here anyway.”

“I’m gonna test you on that,” you say as you gratefully take the last bit of pie from him, “this damn pie really is too good.”

“You wanna share my fries, hermosa?” Frankie smirks, the truck now rumbling down a long straight road, air hangars in the distance. “That must mean I’m getting a second date out of this?”

“That still depends on how this helicopter ride goes, you make me airsick I might change my mind.” You scrunch up your nose as the hangers come closer. “I’m actually kinda nervous, I don’t wanna fuck up your assignment by throwing up in your helicopter.”

“Do you usually get carsick or seasick?” Frankie asks.

“No, not usually.”

“Then you’ll be fine, that kind of sickness has got something to do with the balance system in your ear so if you don’t get seasick you’ll be fine in a chopper.” He reaches over with his clean hand and squeezes your thigh, giving you a warm smile, “Don’t worry, hermosa, I’ll take care of you.”

Frankie pulls up next to the hangar and parks the truck, grabbing his hoodie from the back, quickly coming round to the passenger side as he tugs it over his head and gives you a hand down.

“This is the place,” he says and waves in the general direction of the open hangar doors. “I’ll just get the paperwork from my boss and then we’ll be off.”

With a hand on the small of your back he guides you towards the hangar where you’re both greeted by an older man who introduces himself as Denny, Frankie’s boss, as Frankie explains that he’s taking you with him on the assignment.

“Sorry to commandeer your date, miss,” he says with a friendly smile as he hands Frankie the paperwork and a set of keys. “But I’m sure you’ll enjoy the trip, Frankie is one of my best pilots.”

You look over at Frankie who’s looking pleased about the praise as he flips through the paperwork Denny handed him.

“Thanks, boss, I’ll remember those words next time we talk about my pay raise,” he grins and closes the folder. “Come on, cariño, let me show you the chopper and get you strapped in.”

Frankie’s warm hand rests on the small of your back again as he takes you towards one of the helicopters parked outside the hangar. He’s rattling off facts about it and the technical specifications, you’re trying to keep up but most of it means nothing to you, and he soon breaks into a chuckle as he sees your confused face trying to comprehend what he’s talking about.

“Don’t worry about it, sorry, I get a bit carried away, even the guys in the army would tell me to shut the fuck up when I got too technical.”

“It’s really cool that you fly helicopters for a living but I genuinely have no idea what any of that means,” you smile at him, “I’m just happy you’re happy to let me tag along today.”

“Of course I am! It was my idea after all, I’d feel too shitty about ditching you before I even got you a coffee.” You’re at the chopper and Frankie unlocks it, sliding open the door and helping you up into the passenger seat. He picks up the seat belt but pauses, looking at your torso.

“You’re gonna be cold in just that t-shirt and jacket,” he says. You’re wearing the same jean jacket you had on last night with a fresh t-shirt underneath and as you watch he tugs his hoodie off again. “Put this on, I’ll run over and grab something from the locker room.”

You take the hoodie from his outstretched hand, “Thanks, Frankie,” and he gives you a quick smile before turning and jogging back towards the hangar.

You slip his dark green hoodie over your head after shedding the jacket and tossing it on to one of the seats in the back. The smell of him overwhelms you the second you pull it over your face, still warm from his body. It smells clean, like fresh detergent and something woody and spicy that might be his body wash. You stop for a second to inhale the scent that seems to be inherently his before pulling it all the way down. The hoodie is far too big for you and you have to roll up the sleeves just to have your fingertips showing.

You’re wiggling into the seat belt, hooking your arms through on either side, when Frankie comes jogging back with black hoodie on. This one is decidedly more well worn, the fabric fraying at the edges around his arms where he’s pushed it up to his elbows. Down by his hip you can see the white of his t-shirt shining through a hole that looks like something burnt through the hoodie.

“Comfy?” he asks as he steps up into the cockpit on your side, checking your seat belt and clipping you in securely.

“Yeah, very. Thanks for lending it to me,” you smile up at him. He’s very close suddenly, as he bends down and pulls on the straps, you feel the tension locking your body into the seat. Frankie looks down at you as his hands still on your waist, you’re holding your breath, his eyes seem to be fixing you in place as much as the seat belt and you hear him slowly exhale, almost in a shudder.

“Remember what I said about not crashing any vehicles?” he asks, his voice dropping into a low whisper, dark and rich. You nod slowly, the hoodie suddenly feels much too warm. “Please remind me about that when we come back here.” He stays locked on you for a few more breaths until he finally pulls away, caressing your waist as he lets his hands slip over you.

As he steps down and walks around the chopper to the pilot’s side you slowly exhale, trying to calm your racing pulse. That’s four times you’ve been close to kissing and the tension is building inside you to the point where you just want to grab his face and pull him down to your lips. Frankie’s presence is both comforting and rousing, his easy smiles make you feel happy and warm, but the tension that builds when he comes close is exhilarating and almost paralysing.

Frankie swings into the pilot’s seat and straps himself in, starts going through the pre-flight checks and hands you a pair of headphones to put on. He slips a pair over his own ears and soon you hear his voice coming through them as the helicopter's engine roars to life. It’s loud, much louder than you expected, and you’re glad for the headphones protecting your ears.

“You ready?” Frankie’s voice comes through the headphones with a slight distortion and you give him a nod and a thumbs up and he smiles back. His face shifts into a more serious look as he looks over the instrument panel and readies everything for flight before he pulls back on the stick in front of him and the helicopter slowly rises off the ground. You feel your stomach plummet as the tarmac drops away beneath you, the cockpit of the chopper seeming impossibly small. It makes you feel like you’re sitting on a tiny chair with nothing but sky around you as Frankie makes the helicopter climb higher. You focus on a spot on the floor between your feet to get your nerves under control and only throw quick glimpses out the window as the surrounding buildings fall away and are replaced by blue sky.

“Hey, you ok?” Frankie’s voice comes through your headphones as his warm hand lands on your leg and you glance up at him. His eyebrows have knitted together and he’s got that sweet worried look again.

“Yeah, I’m good, I think I just got a bit of vertigo as we took off,” you huff, drawing a deep, slightly shaky breath.

“We won’t be climbing anymore, I’m just gonna keep us straight and steady to Mount Hope now. Just keep breathing, hermosa.” He rubs your leg a few times and smiles before he grabs the stick with both hands again. You watch him as he checks the instruments, hailing Mount Hope Hospital to let them know his ETA and then corrects the chopper’s course slightly with a small movement of his hand. He’s moving with an easy confidence that makes you relax, he looks so comfortable in the pilot’s seat, so sure in every move he makes, never hesitating as he checks the instruments and manoeuvres the helicopter. This is the most confident and assured you’ve seen him yet. You trust yourself to sit up a bit straighter and start looking around, carefully glancing outside and actually admiring the view.

“Feeling better?” You look over at Frankie as his voice comes through your headphones again, he’s smiling as you nod and smile back.

“Everything looks so different from up here, I can’t even pick out any landmarks,” you remark, looking out over the city again.

“That’s city hall over there,” Frankie points at a large domed building in the distance. “And there’s General Hospital where we’ll drop off the cargo. And there’s the river,” he points at the long watery snake that glints like silver as the sun hits it from above.

Frankie continues to point out landmarks to you as he pilots the chopper towards the first destination and pretty soon you feel comfortable enough to lean closer to the window and let your gaze drop down below the chopper. Your stomach clenches at first but then you get used to the view and start enjoying yourself and Frankie’s easy company. He seems so happy flying, so in his element, that it’s hard to not get affected by his good mood. The shyness from your first meeting last night is gone and when he looks over at you it’s with bright eyes and a big smile.

“I love that I’m the first one to show you all this,” he grins as you get braver and turn in your seat to get a better view out the window. “Your very first helicopter ride, it’s a big deal.”

“I see why you love it so much, it feels addicting, to be able to fly above everything like this.”

“Yeah, I always knew I wanted to be a helicopter pilot, used to watch the traffic reports on the news, just to get to see how the pilots flew, even when I was just a kid.” He chuckles at the memory.

“And then you did it in the army you said?”

“Yeah, I joined up with the intent to train as a helicopter pilot, I was in Delta Force for years before I left the army.” You see his face change into something darker as he seems to fold in on himself a little. “It wasn’t exactly the experience I thought it would be, it…it was maybe…it left me a bit..I don’t know…” he falters and you see the light go out in his eyes as looks down on his hands for a brief second.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, you don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to,” you regret bringing it up as you see how it changes his mood, but Frankie shakes his head, giving you a small crooked smile.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just…I wanna tell you about it but not now, it’s maybe something for a date much further in the future, if you still wanna have me around then.” He says the last thing with a look over at you that melts your heart, that soft smile that transforms his face.

“We’ll see,” you smile back at him, “if you stay true to your word about sharing your fries with me.”

He chuckles and takes your hand, giving it a quick kiss, before grabbing the stick again.

The radio crackles through your headphones and you hear someone from Mount Hope hail the chopper and Frankie responds, starting to prepare for the descent down onto the landing pad outside the hospital. It takes a few minutes and your stomach flips a few times as Frankie steadily brings the helicopter down towards the ground.

When you’re on the ground a hospital worker in scrubs and a jacket walks over to the helicopter holding onto what essentially looks like a big cooler with a red cross on it. Frankie quickly unbuckles himself and jumps out to slide the door to the back seat open. The middle aged woman with grey hair grabs his hand as she climbs into the back, giving you a quick nod, while Frankie checks that she’s safely strapped in and gives her a pair of headphones.

Soon you’re up in the air again, this ascent was much easier to handle, and Frankie turns the helicopter around and radios to General Hospital to let them know the ETA of the transport. With a stranger in the back of the chopper, the woman has the cooler on her lap the whole way, your conversation with Frankie is minimal. You keep looking out the window, trying to spot places you know, and at one point Frankie nudges your shoe with his boot and points down at a building ahead of the chopper. “The Outback Bar” is painted in large letters on the roof and he gives you a quick grin as you spot it and smile back at him.

This trip is longer but time still passes fast and soon Frankie is bringing the helicopter down towards the bigger hospital. This time the landing pad is on the roof of a tall high rise and Frankie’s eyebrows are knitted together in concentration as he parries the side winds and slowly makes the descent. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he gently shifts the stick and works the pedals to correct the position. You can’t help but wonder how different this must be from his experience in the army. You try to imagine doing this while at the same time being under threat of enemy fire, but you can’t even picture it.

When the helicopter touches down on the landing pad you barely feel it, just a slight sway. The lady in the back immediately unbuckles herself as Frankie gets out and slides open the door. You hear her yell a thank you to him over the roar of the rotor blades before walking with brisk pace towards the medical team waiting for her. Frankie swings himself back into the pilot’s seat and straps himself back in.

“That’s it, mission accomplished, back to the airfield for us.” he says through the headphones and gives you a bright smile before pulling back on the stick and making you rise into the air again.

“I feel bad,” Frankie suddenly says. “I just realised I never asked what you work with? I’ve just been going on about helicopters.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh, “My job is nowhere near as exciting as helicopters, if I took you to my office you’d fall asleep in a corner before long,” you smile back at him.

“I doubt it, I’d be stealing snacks in the break room, isn’t that what office work is all about?” he smirks back at you. “What kind of business do you work in?”

“I work in publishing, with academic books mainly.”

“Really?” Frankie says, his eyes widening as he looks over at you. “That’s pretty damn impressive though, sounds like a job you need to be really smart to do.”

“I don’t know about smart, often it feels like I mainly baby sit grumpy professors who don’t understand why their thirty year old dissertations can’t be printed unedited as a text book,” you sigh, “my people skills are very often tested to the max.”

“But still, you’ve got a college degree right?” he asks, as you nod he continues, “I went from high school to the army and then on to this. I know nothing about anything except flying choppers.”

“That’s still pretty impressive to me though,” you smile at him. “If we had one of those Deep Impact situations, you know, where they have to select the important people to save to keep the human race going? Book editors would not make that cut but I’m pretty sure pilots would be needed.”

Frankie chuckles, “I fucking loved that one, with Elijah Wood and Morgan Freeman, right? I liked that the meteor actually hit earth, and they showed the destruction and the panic, most movies build up to it but then disaster is avoided at the last second..”

“Yeah, I really liked that too, in a messed up kinda way,” you say, ”and how they showed how that kind of event brought out the worst in the human race.”

“What kind of movies are you into?” Frankie asks as he corrects the chopper and sets a course towards the airfield.

“Uuhm…most of them, I guess? I love any kind of historical drama, makes me feel like I have a time machine. And although I’m not crazy about superhero movies I love all Spider-Man movies, really looooove,” you emphasise the love, pulling out the o while Frankie chuckles.

“I didn’t take you for a Spider-Man girl but that’s good to know.”

“What about you, what are your favourites?” you ask him.

“I’m pretty predictable, I love action movies, and superhero movies,” he laughs, “and any good horror movie, especially at home with all the lights out, really scare the shit out of myself.”

“Oh no, I can’t handle horror movies, Frankie!” you protest. “I get so scared I can’t sleep after them. I saw Gremlins when I was like nine and it scarred me for life, I haven’t watched anything scary since I think.”

“You never watch horror movies?” Frankie asks, his eyebrows raised, looking shocked.

“No, never really, I avoid them if I can.”

“Not even classics like The Shining, Psycho, Halloween?” Frankie’s looking over at you, rattling off horror films you’ve heard of but would never dream of watching.

“No, nope, never ever, absolutely not,” you shake your head firmly, you know exactly where Frankie is going with this.

“I think I need to plan a movie night for our second date,” Frankie chuckles.

“That’s one sure fire way of not getting a second date, Frankie,” you warn, crossing your arms and pressing your lips together in a firm line, “absolutely not happening.”

Frankie giggles and leans over, tugging at your arm, trying to uncross it, “Come on, hermosa, I’ll protect you, keep you safe from all the monsters, I’ll let you hide behind me when you get scared.”

“Why would I even wanna get scared in the first place?” you protest, his giggles making you smile as he tugs your arm free and pulls it over towards his seat.

“Because then you can hide yourself in my arms and I can feel like the brave guy protecting you from the imaginary monsters,” Frankie smiles and does that thing where he pulls your hand to his lips for a kiss while his warm brown eyes stay locked on you.

You smile back at him, his lips are warm and soft against your skin, and you wish you were back on the ground already. “I’m happy with you just being the brave helicopter guy who’s great at keeping me calm during flying.”

“Yeah, really?” he smiles and you recognise the way his eyes shift to something more mischievous, “wanna try something scary up here?”

“Uhu, what do you have in mind, Frankie?” you ask cautiously, “no crashing any vehicles please.”

“Just hold on to your seat belt, like this,” he lets go of your hand and motions you to grab on to the straps just below your shoulders.

“Why, Frankie?” you ask nervously.

“Just hold on,” he grins and you grab hold of the straps, watching him intently. He hails the airfield on the radio and tells Denny you’re almost back but that he’s going to try out something before landing. “We’re just gonna have some fun up here,” he says to his boss while grinning over at you.

“Frankie….” you plead, but you can’t stop yourself from giggling too as the all clear comes through the radio from Denny.

“Alright, here we go,” Frankie grins and you suddenly feel your whole world tipping sideways and you all but scream as the chopper suddenly tilts, Frankie pulling hard right on the stick. After a few seconds he straightens up again, only to bank hard left as you squeal, squeezing your eyes shut. Your stomach drops as you feel gravity pull you down, only the seatbelt keeping you in your seat. Next to you Frankie is chuckling happily as he pulls the chopper back up horizontal again. You press your head back hard against your set, trying to catch your breath.

“You alright, hermosa?” Frankie’s voice comes through your headphones, you can hear his grin and you open your eyes and look over at him. “I fucking hate you, Francisco Morales,” you huff but you can’t hide your smile creeping up. The rush had been exhilarating and Frankie laughs at you. “Wanna do it again?” he asks and when you nod, he looks delighted, “knew you’d like it. Hang on then, cariño.”

As Frankie puts the chopper through a number of skilled manoeuvres, the world around you tips and tilts until your head is spinning, adrenaline flowing through your system. It’s like being on the world’s best roller coaster and you can’t help giggling and squealing as you’re running out of breath. Until suddenly, out of nowhere, the air sickness hits and you feel nausea crash over you.

“Frankie,” you cry out, “please stop, please stop.”

Frankie immediately brings the chopper up to hover steadily and leans over, one hand on the stick, the other on your shoulder. You breathe in and out of your nose and try to control the panic in your chest.

“Just breathe, hermosa, just look at the horizon and keep breathing.” He rubs his warm palm over your arm, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done so much, I’m so sorry, hermosa.” He keeps rubbing his palm up and down your arm and the warmth from his hand and his calm voice in your headphones brings your breathing under control and the nausea dissipates slowly. Eventually you can look away from the horizon and over at Frankie, he’s still leaning over as far as his seat belt will let him, his eyes worried and guilty looking under the cap.

“Feeling better?” he asks, moving his hand up from your arm to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over the soft skin. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you air sick, cariño.”

“I’m feeling better now,” you give him a small smile, “I don’t know what happened. I was having fun and then it just hit me all of a sudden.”

“I think I went a bit overboard on the banking, I should’ve been more careful with you, I’m really sorry.” Frankie’s pained expression tugs at your heart and you reach up and put your hand over his on your cheek.

“It’s fine, Frankie, I really had fun, it was like being on the best roller coaster. I guess it just got a little bit too much suddenly.”

Frankie looks a little bit less guilty and gives you one of those warm, soft smiles that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

“I think I’ll get us down again now, get some solid ground under your feet, hermosa.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” you smile back at him, thankful for his calm way of getting your freak out under control. He leans back into his seat, reluctantly letting go of your cheek, and starts the descent.

As the helicopter smoothly descends towards the airfield tarmac you see Denny approach from the hangar. Shielding his eyes from the dust whipped up by the rotor blades he waits until Frankie safely puts the aircraft down and turns off the engine, the silence almost deafening after the constant roar in your years. Frankie gets himself out of the pilot’s seat before coming round the chopper to help you out, gently taking the headphones off your head and unclipping your seatbelt.

“Easy there,” he says, taking your hand and helping you to find your footing. Your legs are surprisingly jelly-like after being in the chopper, a bit like stepping off a boat when the ground still moves under you. “Don’t want you falling over, hermosa,” Frankie tucks his arm around your waist as Denny comes over.

“Thanks for handling that, Morales,” he says as Frankie hands over the paperwork and the keys to the chopper. “Head on out of here, I’ll finish up, go enjoy your date.” The last thing he says with a smile at you, still safely tucked in with Frankie’s arm around you.

“Thanks, boss, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he gives Denny a nod and guides you back towards the truck. You’re fine on your feet now but Frankie’s arm feels good around you, so you let your hand slip around his waist and with a little tug Frankie pulls you closer, you catch his smile as you glance up at him.

As you get back to the truck Frankie walks you over to the passenger side door but doesn’t open it. Instead he moves so that your back is against the side of the truck, with him standing close in front of you. You feel a shiver run through your body as you see the look in his eyes, his brown eyes almost black as he leans closer to you.

“Remember what I told you to do again, back when we were at the stop light?” he asks, his voice dropping low and dark.

“Yes,” you breath out, pulse racing so fast you can feel it in your throat.

You lift your hand and caress your fingers through the unruly dark brown curls poking out around his ear. Frankie inhales and briefly closes his eyes before opening them again as you let your hand slip down his neck, caressing the soft skin behind his ear. You stroke your thumb over his jaw, fitting your thumb against the bare patch.

Frankie steps in closer, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, slotting them around your face. The pink tip of his tongue pokes out, wetting his bottom lip briefly.

“Can I finally kiss you now?” he whispers as his eyes flick down to your lips before looking up at you again.

“Yes, Frankie, please,” you whisper back at him.

His lips are soft, warm, supple, as he gently presses them against yours, his thumbs caressing your cheeks and his scent fills your nose. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him closer and he steps in eagerly, pushing you up against the warm metal of the truck. His tongue darts out and runs along your lips, making you open up and taste him willingly. He deepens the kiss, tilting his head to savour more of your mouth as you feel his tongue slide along your own. A small moan escapes you and in response Frankie slides a hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer.

You’re bunching up the sides of his black hoodie with how desperately you’re hanging on to him as he licks deeper into your mouth, the gentle kiss quickly turning into something a lot more eager. Frankie’s pressed up against you fully and as he shifts his stance you feel the ridgid thickness between his legs press up against your stomach. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through you and heat pools at the apex of your thighs as Frankie moans into your mouth, shifting his weight again. With a groan he pulls away from your lips, both of you panting, out of breath.

Frankie drops his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, you can feel his chest rise and fall against yours.

“You drive me crazy, mi hermosa,” he whispers, “wanted to do that since I first saw you last night.” You smile up at him even though his eyes are still closed.

“Probably would’ve let you do it last night too, Frankie,”

“Should’ve asked Pope for a bigger bet,” he grins, opening his eyes and looking down at you. You smile and reach up for his lips, he meets you eagerly and you lose yourself in how soft he feels as lets his tongue slip into your mouth again.

Chapter 3

#pedro pascal #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #frankie morales fluff

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solarwoniii · 11 months

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GURLY WHAT HAPPENED

HAH a lot. wasnt planning on ranting ab it here BUT I LITERALLY HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO TALK TO SOOO (tw !! mention of eating disorders / anorexia pls read at ur own risk)

we had no school on friday so he invited me out to hang with a bunch of classmates and i was like omg !!! so i went and i found out it was a set up and there was actually no hang out w/ our classmates. he confessed to me and it was rly cute he seemed so sweet and genuine. he took me to the movies and we had the whole theatre to ourselves. it was really nice and he even kissed my hand at the end so i was like so in love haha little did i know

n e ways he walked me home and we talked ab stuff and he told me he's liked me for a while but didnt know how to say and i was like awww hes so cute and sweet and he wld never ever try to hurt me (foreshadowing) !!!!!

and then today there was this huge rager type party going on at one of his friends house which i originally wasnt planning on going to bc aaahhhh socialising party people alcohol bad decisions scary (shldve listened to my inner goody two shoes asian child self smh) but then he messaged me like 3 hrs before it started asking if i was coming and i was put on the spot and didn't know how to say no... so you know what my dumbass does?? I SAY YES. and then he gets all excited so im like 'omg i have to go im going to break his heart' (r u sure ure the one thats going to do that babe) and then i end up going.

as soon as i step in he sees me and comes and says hello to me and gives me a hug and calls me beautiful and im like omg !!! i love this man so much !!!!!

but AS WE ALREADY KNOW his friends are all walking red flags and as soon as i walk into the party theyre spewing nonsense (their idiot brains combined with the alcohol is NOT a good mixture. talk about ear torture). theyre saying shit about me and my friends as per usual and then one of them calls me anorexic.

AND THEIR MOTIVE FOR SAYIING THAT IS NOT JUST PLAIN OLD ABLEISM bc guess what !!! at the start of the year a rumour went around about me being anorexic 🥰😘😣🙄😭🥰🥰😍😣🙄 and why did this happen ??? oh because i talked to one of my friends about my eating disorder back then because i thought she was trustworthy (spoiler alert im not friends with her anymore) and then she decided to go and share it around to uni boys dumbass friends!!!

so yea they bring up that shit and im obviously hurt about it because im not responding. and im expecting uni boy to say something because UHM HELLO BARE MINIMUM ESPECIALLY IF YOU CARE ABOUT SOMEONE ENOUGH TO HUG AND KISS THEM AND SAY I LOVE YOU TO THEM

not only does this bitch say NOTHING in response to what his friend said about me HE (AND SOME OF MY OWN FUCKING FRIENDS) THINK ITS OKAY TO LAUGH AT THE JOKE.

so i just leave because fuck no im not dealing with this shit !!! for the last two hours uni boy and my friends have been blowing my phone up and i have been ghosting them.

i am dreading uni tmr hahahahaahahaahaha... pls pray 4 me

#💌; lynn rambles !#moots ; chewryy 💗#💭askbox !#i am so sorry for dumping all of this on here #i am so sad rn i dont know how else to deal with it

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Dove (Part 4)

first part | part 3 | part 5

Eddie Munson x fem!Henderson!reader and Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin Henderson’s older sister finds herself in a predicament having to choose between Steve “the Hair” Harrington and Eddie “the Freak” Munson

a/n: Okay this is a super long chapter compared to the rest and I have a strong feeling part 5 is going to be just as long. Also right now, theres a bit more of a focus on the Eddie storyline, but I promise that Steve is gonna get his time to shine soon. Also message me if you want to be a part of the tag list :)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death of a parent, angst (?), kinda fluff i guess idk

taglist: @happiejoon @simonsbluee

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The sound of your alarm clock going off brought you awake. The annoying beeps were starting to get on your nerves.“Okay okay. I get it.” Your hand slamming the top of the clock in an attempt to get it to shut up. You groaned moving to get out of bed and looking at the clock. ‘Shit shit shit’ you thoguht to yourself. It was 9:15 and Steve would be picking you up to drive both of you to work in 5 minutes. You scrambled around your room looking for your bright red, polyester “Ross’s Records” shirt and some jeans to wear with it. Tucking your shirt into your jeans, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

“God, my hair is a mess.” You whispered moving a hand to your hair. You quickly brushed out your hair and grabbed a scrunchie to tie it up with once you got to work. The last thing you had to do was put on your shoes and find a spare shirt to wear for your rehearsal with Eddie today. As you were putting your boots on and lacing them up you heard the sound of Steves car pulling into the driveway. You quickly grabbed a red and black sweater that reminded you vaguely of Freddi Kreuger and ran out the door.

Just as you got out the door, Steve started honking the horn. “C’mon (Y/N)! Hurry up or were both gonna be late!” He honked the horn again.

“Okay okay! I’m sorry, I was up later than I intended last night.” Flinging the door open, you plopped down into the seat. “Now, if you dont drive, were really gonna be late.”

Steve put the car into reverse and started backing out of the driveway. “Now, what time do you get out today? I should be able to give you a ride home from work.”

“I wont need a ride home today, Steve. Eddies gonna pick me up from work.” You said pulling down the visor to fix your hair in the mirror.

Steve choked a little. “Eddie? As in Eddie Munson, is picking you up? Since when were you guys that close?” He said looking over to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Oh dont be jealous, Steve.” You looked over at him with a smile. “He wants to rehearse a duet with me today before our first full band practice. It’s nothing, you can still pick me up for lunch with you and Robin today.”

“I’m not jealous, (Y/N). I just find it odd that he’s picking you up from work for a rehearsal when you guys could meet earlier on Tuesday instead.”

“Sounds like jealousy, Steve.” You said as he pulled up outside of your job. “Meet me here at 12:00 for lunch with you and Robin?”

“Yea sure that works. Bye (Y/N).” He gave you a small smile and wave as you got out of his car.

“Bye, Steve. Thanks for the ride.” At that, you got out of his car and rushed into work.

Your boss didnt care that you got there right at the time your shift was supposed to start because nobody was in yet. Really all you had to do was restock shelves and work the register for today. Making your way to the back you noticed that there were boxes of cassette tapes and players. ‘Those are new’ you thought to yourself. Typically the store only sold records and record players, but you thought you remembered Ross talking about getting tapes in. You picked up the boxes and walked over to the register area so you could place the tapes in the new, empty bin that was upfront.

Ding ding

You heard the bell on the door go off as it opened causing you to turn around and see an unexpected face.

“Eddie?” You smirked a little. “I dont get off for another 4 hours. What are you doing here?”

“Well, uh, two reasons, doll-face.” You could tell he was a little nervous by the way he was messing around with the rings on his fingers. “One, I heard you guys got cassette tapes in and I wanted to browse the selection.” He came over and started to help you unpack the boxes of tapes while taking a mental note of which ones he was going to buy. “Two, do you want to get dinner together tonight? Like, after rehearsal?”

Eddie never was nervous. He was always pretty confident with himself because he never really cared what people thought, but when it came to you, he really wanted things to be perfect. Just like you. To him, you were the most perfect girl he’s met. You liked the same music he liked and always dressed kind of edgy and, like him, you never really gave a shit about the social hierarchy of Hawkins High. It amazed him how there was someone so similar to him and that you existed in the same place at the same time. He was smitten and boy was it obvious to seemingly everyone. Everyone, but you.

“You asking me on a date, Munson?” This brought you back to the exact thoughts you were having last night. You wouldnt mind it being a date, but you never had feelings like that for him. You werent the type of girl to just throw yourself at any guy who asked you out either, but for some reason, you didnt care if you threw yourself at Eddie. The idea didnt sound bad.

“That depends, Henderson. Do you want it to be?” He was now leaning on the counter with a smirk.

“We’ll see how I feel at the end of my shift.” You looked over at him with a smile pulling at your lips. “Now, are you going to buy those tapes or not?” You said motioning to the stack of tapes he set aside to buy. There was a Stevie Nicks tape on top and you couldnt help thinking he got it because of the song you sang at your audition. You finished ringing up his items, placed them in the bag, and he was on his way.

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Your shift was normal with the usual rush happening around 11:00 and being over just in time for lunch. Lunch with Steve and Robin was also normal, nothing too exciting. Well, besides you asking Robin to cover for you to your mom so you could go to your rehearsal tonight. The story was that you would be over at Robin’s house studying for an indefinite amount of time and would be home later than usual. Steve was still a little grumpy about the whole ‘Eddie giving you a ride’ thing, but you couldnt care less. Before you knew it your shift was over and you were changing your shirt in the record store bathroom. You spent most of the day thinking over whether or not you wanted to consider dinner with Eddie tonight to be a date. By the time your shift was over and Eddie was pulling into the parking lot, you still hadn’t made up your mind. It was necessarily a tough decision. You were stuck, you saw no harm in going on a date with Eddie without having to make it a thing, but you also didnt want him to feel like you were leading him on. You brought back to reality from your thoughts as you heard a knock on the door.

“(Y/N), your rides here.”

“Thanks, Ross.” You said before splashing some water on your face and walking out to see Eddie leaning on the glass by the front door smoking a cigarrette. You made your way out of the store to greet Eddie, but he beat you to it.

“Hey there, sweetheart. You ready to go?” He tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.

“Yep.” You nodded, walking past him to his car. You didnt mean to sound cold, but your brain was lost in thought.

The second you put your hand on the door handle, he rushed over, putting a hand over yours to stop you. You looked back at him slightly puzzled as to why he wouldnt let you open the door. “Got a dead body in there? Why cant I open the door?”

He pulled his hand away, a tinge of red forming on his cheeks relizing how close you two were right now.. “No, uh, no dead body. I just..um.. Here.” He scrunched his face up a bit and opened the door for you. “M’’lady.”

Eddie’s actions caused you to chuckle little. “Wow, I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” You remarked hopping into the passenger seat of his van. Your eyes already looking through the cassette tapes he had on the floor between the driver and passenger seat. You knew it would be about a twenty minute drive from your job to his place (you’d pass his house whenever you had to pick up or drop off Max), so you wanted to pick out the music for the drive. While looking through his collection of tapes you were surprised to see that the Stevie Nicks cassette tape he bought at the store earlier wasnt in there.

“Whatcha lookin’ for, ( Y/N)?” He said with a raised eyebrow while hopping into the car.

“Music.” You mumbled not looking up at him. You were now set on trying to find that cassette tape.

“Okay… what kind of music?” He was now turned toward you.

“Got any…uh… Journey, maybe Stevie Nicks?” You now met his eyes, chewing on your lip in concentration.

‘God, she is so beautiful’ Eddie thought to himself. Just looking at you in your oversized sweater, hair a little messy from work mesmerized him. The way you were chewing your lip in concentration just about made him melt. The amount of times that he dreamt of kissing those same lips are impossible to count. “Um.. I should have some Journey somewhere in here.” He said reaching past you to the bag in the back seat. He pulled the bag to his lap and grabbed the cassette tape for Journey’s “Evolution” album out and placing it into his car. “Here we go.” He said rubbing his hands together.

“Nice.” You shot him a smile. “Let’s get going.”

As Eddie started to pull out of the parking lot, the intro to “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’” began to play through the speakers

You make me weep and wanna die

Just when you said we’d try

Lovin’ touchin’ squeezin’ each other

You couldnt help but start humming along to the song. It reminded you of your father, it was his favorite before he passed away. You have such fond memories of watching your parents dance along to it in the living room while you were trying to do your homework. At first it annoyed you, but you soon came to realize that you wanted that with someone someday. In all of your relationships, nobody has ever made you feel as happy as your mom did when dancing with your father. You’ve never felt anything that was as special as what they had. You felt your face getting wet and you were brought out of your thinking. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, reflecting on memories of your father always made you cry. You sniffled quietly and wiped the tears off your face hoping Eddie wouldn't notice.

“Hey hey hey, (Y/N), what's going on?” Eddie said sounding very concerned. He wanted to comfort you, but he needed to keep his attention on the road. The best he could do for the time was place a hand over yours. He was doing his best to convey that he was here for you.

“It’s nothing really.” You sniffled a bit. “This was just my dad's favorite song. He and my mom would always dance to it in the living room… before he… you know.” You gulped, flipping your hand over to hold his. It felt a little awkward holding his hand considering you two weren't really anything, but it was comforting and you needed that.

“Ahh okay, here.” He said, lifting his hand from yours to turn down the radio and then replacing his hand back in yours. “We don't have to listen to it and if you wanna talk I’m right here.”

This was a soft side of Eddie that you’d never seen. You always perceived him as kind of annoying by the way he would act around school, but he was sweet under the surface. He was like a sour patch kid.

“Thanks Eddie.” You looked over at him with a soft smile. “I dont know, hearing this song always gets me emotional. I mean I miss my dad so, so, much, but I also miss the way my mom was so happy with him. She’s been different since then. She had no expectations of me and Dusty, I mean we were 11 and 8, but still. There’s so much pressure on us, well mainly me, now.” You couldnt help but start to cry again. “There’s just so much in my life that he’s missed out on and theres gonna be so much more. I never understood why there wasn’t anything the doctors could do and-” You cut yourself off by your breath catching in your throat.

“Hey, we dont have to talk about it if you dont want to.” he said rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “I’ve been where you were, well are, before and I know it can be hard. It’s also okay if you want to keep talking to. I’ll be here either way.” You could see the smile he had on his face, it was comforting.

“Yea,” You took a deep breath which helped to stop the tears. “I just miss what they had and what he was to everyone. I wish I could be like him, but I’m definitely not headed down that path.” You reflected on everything your father was. A smart man that graduated from Brown and came back to his hometown to marry his highschool sweetheart. He never drank or smoked and spent every Friday night with his family watching movies. You were nowhere near on this path. You were a straight C student with no future plans, and that highschool sweetheart was not coming along great at all. Every Friday night, you were always at a friends house, you hardly spent any time at home. You also drank and smoked a lot, especially on nights like these.

“What do you mean?” You could hear the confusion in his voice. “I think you’re doing great.” That was just what you needed to hear right now.

“I’m the complete opposite of him. He was smart and responsible. A family man for sure. Hell, he married his high school sweetheart. His life was like a god damn movie. Me, on the other hand, I’m not smart or responsible. I never spend time with my family anymore and I am pretty much out of luck on the whole high school sweetheart scenario.” You took another deep breath starting to feel yourself on the verge of tears.

“You know you dont have to be your father right?”

“I know, I just wish my life could’ve been a movie the way that his was.” You took a deep sigh feeling the car stop. You were parked in front of Eddie’s trailer now, you hadn’t even realized that it had been twenty minutes.

“It still can be.” Eddie took the keys out of the ignition and turned to you. You never noticed how pretty he was until now, maybe it was just because you spilled out all of your emotions to him over the past 20 minutes or maybe it was you really noticing him. “It just doesn't have to be the same movie.” He continued offering a smile, still not letting go of your hand. He didnt want to let go of it, and neither did you.

You surprised yourself when you leaned in to hug him, but it was something you really needed. You liked the way that you felt comforted in his embrace and the way that he just rubbed your back. You didnt want to, but you pulled away from the hug. You didnt want it to linger for too long, but both of you missed eachothers warmth the second the hug ended.

“Thanks, Eds.” You leaned back, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. “Now, lets get to practice.” You offered up a smile and turned to get out of the car.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #henderson!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

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away-ward · 1 month

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Hey KO, I'm new to dn, and just finished it today! I know that this is not a devils night confirmation info page or anything, but i just would like to know your interpretation of will's line of "she was hot in the shower, on the beach, on the wall, on the hood of his car under the rain, in his bed". By the end of nightfall, i dont even know which one is the truth or which one is the lie because will grayson lies so much. Like did he actually did all that? So how tf am i supposed to see him as a great romantic book hero? Like, idk im so confused rn. By the end of nightfall, i ended up only loving emory scott from this series, and hating will grayson. I was so disappointed when we didnt get enough banks by fire night. But shes my second favourite.

and what do you think were the things will lied about or the things he said the truth was? And wtf was he saying about alex being his safe place and port on the strom? Why did that sound like rika when she talks about kai, because michael was it for her, and only with michael, rika felt everything she needed and wanted to? Was that what will meant? That he still wnated emory because unlike alex who only made him laugh to forget his pain and enable him, emory was the one he wanted to feel everything with? Was that also the reason he said that emmy was the only perosn who knew what he felt always? Like the true him? The one not even damon, his bff knew?Because then pd sure as hell didnt do a good job executing this. They were too convoluted in their execution, these messages didnt stand out immediately.

ahhhh im so confused? Like whats going in nightfall? And emmy fucking alex? Huh? But tbh unlike other readers, i can see why emmy needed that moment though even though i was like? I cant see her bonding with damon like that hence why i thought its understandable she didnt go over the edge with will and damon in the locker room scene. Aside from pride and fear, i dont think she would want them to think that she would settle down for scraps and ONS in high school while she was still not free. But alex (and will and aydin) just pisses me off here in nightfall like how the horsemen pissed me off from the way they treated rika in corrupt.

and funnily enough i think even this point is recycled from hideaway. Like think about it yeah, in hideaway, when banks attacked rika, kai explained why he was close to her and he said something like "even after everything, she still befriended us, talked to us, forgive us" yada yada yada, so does that mean, IMPLICITLY, even after everything, emmy would still accept alex, aydin and will, even when they're being ugly like that? Because it felt eerily similar, yk. And that train scene with kai and michael, as much as they pissed me off, i can see why michael and kai said that because they were probably testing her loyalty and see if she's here in even for the ugly. When i put on that lense it made sense.

tbh i dont agree with a lot of weird shit in dn, but i can see why. But for some reason will's personality and characterisation + lies always made me second guess everything in nightfall. Because wtf? Sure, damon used to be his heroine (not a good thing) and alex was his port in the storm (not a good thing too) so wtf is he doing with his life then?? Only with emmy, his life starts? Is he dumb or something? 😭☠️ im so sorry im just confused wtfff? And not damon and alex being bffs and still cant read him outside of only knowing emmy was his everything, and the reason why he might even get out of blackchurch (oh and i theorise earlier that when rika asked michael what was his plan for will in conclave, i suspected he wanted tosend emmy there. I think he knew she could handle it. I mean she did lmao) and didnt even knew about his plans with grandpa? But emmy be figuring out everything (like a bloodhound will said), and the only reason she couldnt find out earlier was because 1. she wasnt beside him, 2. things were happening outside of her knwoledge, 3. She was lied to by will or manipulated by aydin? Uuh? How tf are these people even bffs and considered smart honestly? Wtf? Do they not have a brain? They have 8 people fgs 😭 emmy literally the only one with brain, wanting to ACTUALLY escape and not act like want to escape but actually want to stay and have hidden motives (cough alexaydinwill cough) dang, these horsemen be thick in the head eh?

KO, i would really like to know what you think of these. Like wtf is going on? How are they gonna build an empire with these brains? And rika being mayor at 22? WHAT IS GOING ON AHAHAHAHAH stop. Like i dont even hate dn, atp i only dislike some characters and some things, but its bad soap opera, im enjoying my confusion and having a good time weirdly?

its bad soap opera, im enjoying my confusion and having a good time weirdly?

If there was ever a tag line for Devil’s Night, it would be this.

Welcome? Congrats on making it through. It’s an accomplishment, for sure.

I’m definitely not a confirmation page or anything. If anything, I see the series totally different than a lot of people – especially Will. I’m not sure if I’ll say anything that makes the pain better, but I’m always happy to talk about it.

i just would like to know your interpretation of will's line of "she was hot in the shower, on the beach, on the wall, on the hood of his car under the rain, in his bed". By the end of nightfall, i dont even know which one is the truth or which one is the lie because will grayson lies so much. Like did he actually did all that? So how tf am i supposed to see him as a great romantic book hero?

Yeah, I absolutely think Will did all those things with Alex. All that and more.

But it wasn’t special. They were both sleeping with multiple people. Alex was sleeping with Michael’s father, for example. Sure, they probably enjoyed each other’s company more than they did with others, but I never saw any evidence of anything romantic between them. And in a series about characters that started having sex without commitment as early as 14 or 15, I don’t see this as odd behavior on their part.

For instance, it was odd behavior for Kai to NOT be having sex in Corrupt. That was his whole part of his storyline. So, Will carrying on from where he left off before prison was normal and expected.

I do agree that Will saying this is cruel. He’s intending to hurt Emory. But this isn’t the first time he’s done this. It actually echoes what he used to say in high school.

He said something similar in her room the night he tried to end things with her. When Will wants to hurt Emory, he reminds her he has options. And Emory has no problem using his casual slutiness to try and hurt him in return, but that's besides the point. The point is the question this brings up:

Does he actually want those options?

I think we can all read that scene and know both of them are lying. Will says himself he doesn’t want anyone but her. However, when Emory comes back that she was just using him, seeing what all the fuss was about, and now she’s done with him, he’s hurt. He wants her in all ways, but she's saying she doesn't want him. So he tries to cover it up. He's lying. He doesn't care about any of the other "options", he just wants her to be jealous and hurt like he's jealous and hurt.

In Blackchurch the situation is slightly different. He wants to hurt her for other reasons, not just because she didn’t want him like he wanted her. However, I think apart of just how vicious his anger got was him frantically trying to build a wall to protect himself. If he didn’t manage to find a way to defend himself against whatever it is about Emory that draws him to her like a moth to a flame, he risked bearing himself to her cruelty again. I’m not sure if he was ready to do that. So he relied on his anger and the same old tactics that worked before. In the scene you mentioned, he's just giving his "options" a face.

I mean, if you don’t see him as a romantic hero, there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s not a lot about the Present timeline/Blackchurch arc that is romantic. But I do find both of these characters sympathetic in some ways, and I’m happy they found a way to happiness with each other after all this time.

i ended up only loving emory scott from this series, and hating will grayson. I was so disappointed when we didnt get enough banks by fire night. But shes my second favourite.

A completely normal reaction, honestly. I think it’s safe to say most have been there. I know that’s where I started at when I finished the series.

And wtf was he saying about alex being his safe place and port on the strom? Why did that sound like rika when she talks about kai, because michael was it for her, and only with michael, rika felt everything she needed and wanted to?

…no matter what anyone tells you, you don’t need to read the Rika and Banks bonus scene. Save yourself.

because unlike alex who only made him laugh to forget his pain and enable him, emory was the one he wanted to feel everything with? Was that also the reason he said that emmy was the only perosn who knew what he felt always? Like the true him? The one not even damon, his bff knew?

Yes, exactly.

Damon and Alex indulged Will. They were so enamored with this boy with childish tendencies – this Peter Pan-like man – that they were willing to let him destroy himself rather than expect more.

Alex did it because she was also hiding from reality. Damon did it because he wanted Will to never lose what made him so enthusiastic about life. Will should never be in pain. Because Damon was completely consumed by the hatred and anger in him, and he’d placed all his happiness and what was left of his goodness in other people. It was important to him to protect that in Will. Of course, this means that both Alex and Damon see what they want to see in Will, and not necessarily what’s there.

Because Will wanted to grow up. When Emory was leaving him in high school, she said she didn't want to be someone he needed to take care of, someone pathetic with a lot of baggage he'd get sick of. What she didn't understand is that Will desperately wanted to take care of her. He wanted to hold that baggage, and he was patient enough to never get tired of holding it. He wanted to be a man, and to be important to people, and be dependable and relied on. He came from a world where no one needed him. He was just there. I recall how when Will was tucking Emory in after homecoming. The conversation they had about what Will's future looked like. It was joke, but apart of Will wanted to be the important man in the great suit for Emory. That's how he imagined their future - sans Heidi.

If he could get Emory to love him… if he could be special enough for her, and be the only one she went to when she needed something – love, affection, happiness, help… other people didn't need him like that, but he really wanted to be that for Emory. He wanted to be that important to her. Problem was he had no idea how much help she really needed. It was all a fantasy that was never going to happen, because Emory was not the girl he thought she was. Once he realized that, he was hurt that she wouldn’t even try to depend on him. He was that unreliable.

And then, when he gets out of prison, he finds out that Damon lied to him about who leaked the videos and then disappears, Kai and Michael are having their usual bromance, leaving him out of the plans, and who does leave him with?

Alex. So he hides in her. And Alex hides in him, but Alex also doesn’t need him to be anything other than there. She can take care of herself, she has a roster of callers. She's taken care of. He doesn’t have to be a man for her. They let each other be weak without judgement, but eventually even Will gets tired of that, and starts down that "inevitable road" to growing up without her.

He can’t make a commitment to Alex, anyway. Because in his heart, he knows it’s still only Emory that he wants to be that man for.

There are so many recycled plot points and beats throughout this series, it’s a little exhausting to count. Still, I hadn’t considered it from this angle.

Emory as Rika, forgiving Alex, Aydin, and Will the way that Rika forgave the horsemen.

Wow. Galaxy brain.

Regardless. I still hate Aydin and refuse to accept him as part of their little family. He’s gross, and I hope he and Alex go off on one of their adventures and never come back, and the group just forgets they were ever there.

Unlike most around here, I don't mind Alex’s presence totally (I’m more irritated with her overall character execution than her role within the story, but that’s for a different time), except for the fact that she married that man. I do absolutely hate her for that.

that train scene with kai and michael, as much as they pissed me off, i can see why michael and kai said that because they were probably testing her loyalty.

I don’t think they were testing her loyalty. Well, maybe Michael was. Another anon several months ago suggested Michael was also trying to keep Emory close for Will. Which, that’s an interesting thought.

Kai, I think, was just salty and still consumed with guilt over getting arrested and needed to project a little.

“We didn’t deserve that?”

Oh, so Emory deserved to have her grandma ripped away from her and put in a home where she would most certainly be neglected and die?

You guys actually committed those crimes, regardless of whether they were for a good reason. Emory did nothing to deserve the way her brother was treating her. Please get over yourself.

tbh i dont agree with a lot of weird shit in dn, but i can see why

Honestly… same.

i suspected he wanted tosend emmy there. I think he knew she could handle it. I mean she did lmao

This!

I think this would have been a much better plot, though. Yes, because I hate Aydin and his storyline, but also because this makes more sense!

It makes more sense that Will would find the letter and disappear. Once they figured out he’s in Blackchurch, Kai would have more understanding of what that kind of environment would do to Will. I think he said that Will stopped eat? I could be misremembering though.

So to motivate Will, they could give him something he wanted, like coaxing a dog from a shed with a treat.

Or I could go on replotting the entire thing. I think what the point is, is that almost anything would have been better than what actually happened.

emmy literally the only one with brain, wanting to ACTUALLY escape and not act like want to escape but actually want to stay and have hidden motives (cough alexaydinwill cough) dang,

While I appreciate Emory being unwilling to give up and continuing to fight, the truth is that she was being a little stupid. Just a little.

They were on an island, off the coast of Canada, in the middle of October. She had no clothes except what she was wearing (which was usually boxer shorts and a button up shirt?), and usually only managed to grab at most two days’ worth of food.

She was going to let her pride and inability to face Will get her killed.

Now, I don’t doubt for a second Emory’s drive for survival. It’s possible she would have figured out how to live in the wilderness. The best option, however, would have been to play nice with Alex and Will. Not be friends. Just Be. Nice.

If Alex was right and the team was coming to save them, great. She’ll be taken off the island. She can hit the ground running in the opposite direction as soon as her feet hit pavement.

If Alex was wrong and the team wasn’t on their way, when it got close to the thirty days, she could sneak away then, so she only had to plan on surviving outside the house for a short while until the supplies team came. At which point she’d have the freedom to move about. Either talk to a member of the team or sneak aboard whatever transport they came in.

But either way, she’d need to survive in the house, and getting as many people on her side as possible (which would mean stop antagonizing everyone who pissed her off) would have been a smarter move. Emory needed to be prepared to play the long or short game. Blackchurch was not Thunder Bay. Being a lone wolf was going to get her nothing useful.

However, if she did that, we wouldn’t have our beloved Emory, would we. Much like Will, I love that she never let the opportunity to snap at them pass.

This isn't to say that Emory isn't one of the smartest people in the group. I have no doubt that her and Banks run circles around them any day of the week. Just that in this particular situation, she was not doing her best. Understandable, though. She was only a little stressed out.

How are they gonna build an empire with these brains? And rika being mayor at 22? WHAT IS GOING ON AHAHAHAHAH stop.

Yeah, I don’t know. That whole “rule the world” thing really bugs me. One, why did Damon only include his sisters and not the whole family?

Two, why does Banks have to do everything Damon wants? When does she get to choose?

Three, I don’t mind the idea of Rika being mayor…eventually. But Rika has barely graduated college. What experience does she have to run the town. I’d have much rather they used someone like Katsu or Vittoria or Matthew Grayson as a placeholder until Rika was old enough.

If there’s anything that we learned from the Rika and Banks bonus scene, is that Rika still really suffers from insecurities and embarrassment too much. Why is she letting a 20-year-old bully her over something that happened 15 years prior, and for something that is completely normal in their social circles? I don’t trust Rika to run a PTA without falling victim to peer pressure. Who gave her a town?

Four, …they own an Inn, an amusement park that’s only open like one-three months a year, a dojo, and a humanitarian project. They’re rich kids playing with the money they inherited, doing a lot of nothing, and making more money for themselves. Exactly what empire are we building here?

Yeah… anyway. I don’t know why I’m still here. Other than, I love these stupid characters and want better for them. I wanna play with them like dolls. It's s all pretty dumb though.

Thanks for stopping by! Hope you have fun while you here. Come back and talk to me again sometime.

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ghoulbread · 9 months

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makes your bsd ship into a chatfic

[RE] has begun chatting with [EP]. < 8:37 - 7/04/2017 >

[RE]: hey hey!! nice to finally get a ping from you. you know i dont like waitin... >^<

[EP]: Ah, yes... Very sorry, RE. Just... a busy day, today. I'm getting ready for a duel.

[RE]: a DUEL? thought ya were a writer?? n detective or whatevers

[EP]: A duel of wits, my friend. I am going up against a self-proclaimed "great detective"... Though, I'm positive I will win.

[RE]: great detective?? bah!! i dont think they could even be nearly as great as ME!! im the worlds smartest detective, after all! >~>

[EP]: We've... discussed this, yes. You seem to be quite active in the detective world. Though... I'm a bit confused. Are you a detective, or... do you just like doing it?

[RE]: i am a detective!!

[RE]: the best ever!!

[RE]: have been since i was 14!!!

[EP]: 14?! That's... Hmm. Well, I can't stop something that's already happened.

[EP]: Ah, I must get going...

[RE]: whyyyyyy

[RE]: wait CRAP i gotta go too!! ughhh this case will be SO easy. idk why they even NEED me there. sigh. i guess theyre just too stupid for a simple easy case!!

[EP]: Well, now, RE, that's not very nice. Perhaps, they just need a second opinion.

[RE]: theres gonna be another guy there thats supposedly """better""" at it then them. the audacity of it all... im supposed to solve this case before him, which, SNORE, i could do that in my sleep!! >^>

[EP]: Well, I hope it goes well. We'll talk later. I bid thee adieu.

[RE]: byeeeeeeee ep!!!

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[RE] has begun chatting with [EP]. < 13:45 - 7/05/2017 >

[RE]: eeeeeeeep

[EP]: Yes?

[RE]: you said we would talk later yesterday but then that didnt happen!!!

[EP]: Ah, that... I... do not take loss well.

[RE]: oh. ohhh

[RE]: well, then i have good news!! i won yesterday with the detective case!!!

[EP]: ...Oh?

[RE]: yup!! i mean the guy like, fell to his knees. it was kinda pathetic

[RE]: n cute

[EP]: RE... What did this fellow look like?

[RE]: ep i thought we said we wouldn't spill too much!! but like. his hair kinda covered his face n he had this cute lil ponytail on the side that fell on his shoulder

[RE]: he was much taller than me n like. i could TELL he wasnt japanese, cuz like, the accent, n everythin

[EP]: I need to go.

[RE]: ep??? whats wrong?

[EP] stopped chatting with [RE]. < 14:23 - 7/05/2017 >

[RE]: the hell????

[RE] has begun chatting with [EP]. < 17:03 - 7/06/2017 >

[RE]: checking in. cuz you just dipped yesterday

[RE]: kinda a dick move but like. i need an explanation ep

[RE] has begun chatting with [EP]. < 12:29 - 7/09/2017 >

[RE]: helloooo. ep. im not mad i just want an explanation

[RE] has begun chatting with [EP]. < 3:01 - 10/21/2017 >

[RE]: i gave you some space, okay? and look, its my birthday. please come back

[RE] has begun chatting with [EP]. < 9:17 - 10/23/2017 >

[RE]: yknow what? im done. this sucks. screw you

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[EP]: And I hope you can forgive me, friend.

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[RE] has restored their account! < 18:30 - 1/12/2023 >

[RE] has begun chatting with [EP] < 18:34 - 1/12/2023 >

[RE]: HOLY SHIT

[RE]: it works. IT WORKS

[EP]: Of course it still works, Ranpo, it's not that old.

[RE]: reading over our last messages. that was sixish years ago... cant believe we were friends and then poof!! you straight up ghosted me!!

[EP]: Looking back, I wish I never did. I was a coward, dear, and I'm so sorry I almost ruined perfection.

[RE]: perfection?? pfft, dont be like that. im prettyyy sure in our first ever conversation i deduced you werent going anywhere. youre too into me to just disappear, even after a few years

[EP]: ...Into?! I... That's...

[RE]: im not that dumb, ed

[EP]: I... know that. Though, I feel as though we should chat offline, about that. So... that there's no running away.

[RE]: im still salty you just dipped on me. sigh... but im into you too so i cant really be mad

[EP]: Ranpo... Please. Let's talk offline.

[RE]: yeah yeah, im coming over. just know youre getting a bf for an early birthday present and perhaps more than a kiss if thats cool ;D

[EP]: RANPO!

[RE]: hehehehhe >:D

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#nothing like a lil ranpoe to rejuvenate my motivation for writing #long post #sorry it got long. that will happen again #thanks for reading. i dont really like this but its kinda just been sitting there so. :P #sorry if its ooc. im tired

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September 16-18th

I didnt go to school. I told Niki i was feeling too sick to and she just nodded and said it was fine. Just by her body language i could tell she was distracted by something else and i didnt want to bother her more then necessary. I wanted to say thanks to all the people on here sending kind messages and concerned asks. I am okay. I was just a little rattled these last few days and well, of course today. I havent slept in almost 32 hours. There is no way in hell im closing my eyes and waking up somewhere strange again with no recollection of how i got there.

This doesnt make sense, and i can tell youre telling me in your head “Ran you need to sleep.” And i know you’re right but it was just horrifying. I have a hard enough time remembering what i do when im awake. Why would this suddenly start happening to me. Its unfair. I was doing fine. Now im not, and i dread falling asleep again. Im too afriad to ask Niki to instal a lock of sorts so last night and the night before and really any time I’ve been feeling the urge to sleep.. well I’ve began to tie my foot to my post. ITS NOT TIGHT. I just dont want to wander off again.

Fall break is soon. I mean sorta. I attempted to attend school online the second day home after the ordeal but my connection was too shit. I guess its the trees blocking the signal. Or maybe the mountains. Speaking of trees, i havent left my house since that day. I dont want to risk whatever happened happening again, worse while im awak. Not that i think it will but the way the trees just… tempt me sometimes. I cant risk walking to the bus or walking even out of my house. WHEERE i use to consider it a blessing to not live in the town houses, i now regret never moving closer. Fuck. Its been so long since I’ve been outside im worried my skin will fall off my body and ill die if i spend one more day barred in my room.

Its okay, for the most part. besides the natural (?) urge i have to be outside all the time. Ive sort of forgotten to document much these o past few days. But i dont think anything else significant happened. As far as related to me. Niki didnt come back the first night and i spent all that time in ym room with the blind drawn and the lights on. I was afriad if i turned the lights off i would nod off. I ended up watching YouTube and Netflix on my laptop as well as cleaning my entire room.

Usually my room is a trash heap, i like it that way, its like having my own nest. But that first night. I couldn’t stand all the things and i pretty much Ed cleaned everything top to bottom in less then 3 hours. I found a few interested things while i was doing that, including but not limited to: a box full of my old Polaroids and camera, a stuffed animal i thought i had lost which went back onto my bed, and a total of 20 spare dollars made mostly out of 1 Dollar bills and quarters.

The only thing of real interest was the Polaroid camera. I thought i lost that thing years and years ago. I only know i had one at all because i have some older pictures pinned places and tucked into my phone case. Theyre all of people i dont really know but i like to think i do so i can carry some part of them with me. They must have been important to me at some point yk. So i decided to look through and sort out any of the Polaroids i remeber or anything like that. These are my findings. I’ll explain them after i show them to you.

starting at the left top and going left to right. It reads Nov 1st 20##. all of these are from when i was a kid. maybe when i was in 4th or 5th grade? Im not entirely sure the exact age i was. The photo shown is a picture i must have taken of some sort of important journal entry, i cant really read it but at least if i ever needed to remeber taking a picture.. I remember, thanks past me.

The next one, in order, is a picture of two shadows. Maybe three. Probably me. Maybe Niki… or Eryn. we were close when we were kids and hes in two of these already. So ill just mention him. idk if he will be okay with me talking about him on here. I dont think he knows i have this account. hopefully he doesnt find it. Not that i would care very much. He just doesnt like me. The caption is just a date. oct 3rd. no year. I wonder when it happened? sometime in my childhood probably. I havent used this camera in years and years. I lost it so long ago.

The third is a weirdly saturated picture of a park in my town. The bigger town. Its just weird. And the caption says… evacuating or something. Its sorta weird. also Niki might have taken this picture because her name is on it too. Seems like her type of thing. from what i remeber as a kid, when we still lived in the big town, she was into weird saturated pictures. Something about scene. I dont know really.

The fourth is on the second line of pictures i found in the Box. On the bottom left. It says July 20## again sometime in my childhood. It shows aforementioned Eryn crouching ont he ground showing something to everyone. Or the viewer. I can see myself, or younger me. Younger me off to the side. Someone else took this picture. I dont remeber this happening. But it was important enough to keep so there it is. Thats pretty much it.

The fifth, wow thats a lot of numbers. Its got a smiley face :) on it. and its a picture of the lake. Yk the one bordering the left side of the bigger town. Its one of the smaller more muddy parts so its all gross. Probably from a hike that i wanted to remeber with Niki or something. I loved the lake when i was a kid. It was fun to swim in but after… after awhile i stopped going and then it closed because of something weird and now you can only go hiking near and around it.

The sixth. A picture of me and ****** hugging. Eryn in the background. It reads Eryn & ##### July. Its a cute picture. I dont know… who ****** is? Yeah i dont know. but i must have known them at one point because thats them. Yeah. They look familiar in the worse way and i pretty much threw that one back in the box as soon as I could. I dont like lookign at it. My stomach hurts when i do.

The seventh. And last a picture of a cat. Even when i was a kid i also apparently liked cats. It reads Spring 20##.

So yeah. I just wanted to say im glad i was able to find them and document them somewhere. I also thought while im explaing photos and stuff ill go into a little detail about what i discovered from that night. Posted on here.

The first piece is clearly a path somewhere in the forest. If i were to say, somewhere further in the mountains, near where the older remains of mines are. The only thing wrong about this piece is that…. When i posted it, theres no wya for there to have been snow. So either the photo is altered in some way, which is unlikely, because from what i can tell it was posted in the middle of the night. Or it was actually snowing wherever i was. even though all the previous days it had been raining.

The next picture looks like some sort of underground tunnel, lined with bricks and ending in step leading up to a barred and maybe locked? I dont know, barred iron gate. I have never seen that place before. Ive been in a lot of abandoned buildings that I’ve found near here but I’ve never seen something like this. The only explaination i can give for the location is possibly a sewer enterance somewhere in the basement of one of the older buildings, not from the big town but rather from the smaller town nearer to my house. Again, it looks like its snowing. Which makes no sense in any context, since it was snowing when i woke up (even though i said i thought it was) and because if this was underground where would snow be coming from? The title says… I heard you. Im here. I dont remeber this. Obviously. and i dont know who i would have.. heard? It doesnt make any sense.

The third picture… i dont have much to say. It looks dark. Maybe its related to the second picture, maybe its on the otherside of the gate. But I’ve never seen a place that dark before. Especially if it has walls. which I think it does. so it must be in a building somewhere out in the forest. Sorta supports my abandoned building theory. Or abandoned mine shaft? I have no idea. But the capture is clearly a long hallway. the caption says something is wrong. No duh. I am clearly self aware even if i dont remeber. I wonder if i act different..

Anyway, thats all for the last few days. I probably will end up attending school tomorrow. Niki isnt home yet, its near the end of the day so if she isnt home by now im assuming shes staying overnight at the office. wouldn’t be the first, wont be the last. I might get a snack before trying not to fall asleep a third night in a row. If anyone wants to chat with me, ill be open to the distractions.

#sleepyspeaking

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user98347501938475 · 5 months

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what a fun weekend i am currently having. friday morning woke up to no cuddles and steve on his phone he couldnt even look up to say good morning. then i made the mistake of kicking his laundry basket out of my way in the hallway twice so that means i deserve to get some nasty text messages at 6am. great way to start my day having to apologize, again, with no apology to me for anything, for "already ruining his day" and his reply, "you ruin most of em."

this text thread caused me to go into another spiral of depression, suicidal ideation, that i called my mom later that night and ask her to take me to the hospital because i wanted to hurt myself or go get blackout drunk. 22 days sober today btw woohoo!

so after being given the silent treatment all day, i am sitting crying in the office and steve took himself out to sushi, arcade, and movie date. not a care in the world that i said i was feeling suicidal and wanted to kill myself. but my mistake i made the comment you win and all i get in response is doesnt feel like winning. jesus fucking christ your wife is telling you she wants to end her life you dont give a fuck. honestly that was it for me. i dont think any amount of counseling will save this shit show.

for context when steve threatened to take his life early on in our relationship, i was threatening to call the police i was freaking out banging on his door and took all the fucking shoelaces out of his shoes because he said he had just tried to hang himself in his closet. then i stayed with him to make sure he wasnt going to do anything. and this same man doesnt even ask or care where i will be when i tell him ill be gone for three days, a 72 hour hold possibly.

so my mom and the dr said i would be okay to go home and be under supervision for the night LMAO still gonna wanna die tomorrow but okay cool. literally unless you have active cuts or say im going to go home and kill myself they wont give you any help. and just a thought. people who want to die, me specifically, is embarassed that i am such a failure at life that youre going to make me admit to you that i dont want to be here out loud and then be told youre okay go home. i just dont understand how there is no mental help for anyone living in this shithole society.

my future will be divorced and living in a little shitty apartment by myself and never leave and never make any new friendships or relationships because i cannot make friends and date. i have way too much fucking trauma. i mean my husband doesnt care if i die and my only friend, a gay man, but man none the less, cant even drive home to be with me because hes at his moms house getting drunk,(( his mom who wouldnt move her fat ass to bail him out)) .has been using me as a gooddamn vent stress doll because he was going to be arrested and i told him he would be arrested he didnt listen to me or take any of my advice. this friend needs a whole post of his own. but anyway, guess who was taking care of his loud annoying untrained chiuaua until fucking midnight and driving to lake elsinore to get your truck and then go to the bail bonds place, all of which was extremely stressing and then he gets out keeps me up until 2 am to tell me all about how horrible it was, congratulations welcome to the club of being arrested, maybe just maybe you should have listened to your "friend" when she told you how horrible it would be. but youre a fucking moron and thought the cops woould be NICE to you wtaf.

i dont even have the energy or like xmas spirit to put up my tree. i sure as fuck dont want to celebrate the holiday with steve. he cant even understand that i wanted to visit his family just not during the holiday hysteria. so what does steve do? he buys us $2000 worth of plane tickets to leave DEC 23 and return the 27. UHM WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. i guess you heard me but just dont fucking care what i want ever. or his concern for my arthritus and nausea he doesnt fucking care. HIS family is more important than his wife, obviously how could i be so stupid. i will never be anyone prioirty i have to make myself the priority. and he was shady as fuck acting like i thought we were on the same page...... yeah maybe buit we're reading two spearate fucking books dude. idfk how you could think my wife said she doesnt want to travel during the holidays means leave 2 fucking days before christmas.

so now hes going by himself and leaving the day after christmas at noon and then returning NEW YEARS EVE at ELEVEN FUCKING THIRTY AT NIGHT. boy better get a uber home. dont even fucking ask me to drive to LAX or JWA or wherever the fuck you land because you havent even told me which airline you booked, he probably doesnt even know. the way he buys plane tickewts its just whats cheapest on the day i wanna go idgaf about how horrible the time or airline is. but yeah glad that our first new years as a couple, married as well, that we could have had a new years kiss. but you planned to land on new years eve. he just doesnt think or care about anything i care or think about. we are so fucking wrong for each other.

im so glad i can write here since i only get therapy once a week and steve said he doesnt want to hear me "trauma dumping" or if hes already heard the story he doesnt want to hear it again. thank goodness for the void of internet.

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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Jake English, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 4586

golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

GT: I still cant find dirk all i get is his jerkwad shades.

GT: Surprise sur freakin prise.

TG: jake enklish

TG: cant u see im fuck deep in all these stupid meowcats

GT: Oh.

GT: No?

GT: I cant see that actually.

TG: i m also

TG: fuck deep in busy

TG: what ist it

GT: Just seeing if you had heard from him yet.

GT: I would really like to speak with him today.

GT: You know like actually in person instead of through his aggravating liaison who is so far up his own ass with this hal 9000 schtick its ridonkulous.

GT: Is he avoiding me or something?

GT: I hope i didnt piss him off through some indiscernible slight. Gosh he can be sensitive.

TG: nah hes just

TG: biding his time i guess.....

GT: Huh.

GT: Well okey doke.

GT: Man i just had a crazy dream after getting coldcocked by his roughhouse droid.

TG: yeh theres been that goin around

GT: What?

TG: dreamin

TG: what was urs about

GT: Well i dont want to alarm you or anything...

GT: But it may just have featured none other than THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS????????

TG: WUT

GT: She had sharp funny horns and a nice blue dress and she may have been some sort of spidery vampire? I dunno. It was very brief but she waved to me.

TG: nonononoononno

TG: this wont do at all

GT: What wont?

TG: u slobberin over some alien dream girl

TG: fuck THAT im having enough a hard time keppin trach of the jakestakes as it is

GT: The jakestakes?

TG: the jakestakes

GT: Also who said she was an alien? I just thought she was some kind of pretty monster.

TG: listen bro i know u love adventures and dumb shit like that but you are forbidden from thinkin about her again

GT: Ok i mean this is a strange reaction roxy but ok.

GT: She was a figment of my imagination so what choice do i even have?

TG: exactically

TG: she was a fake girl so 4get it

TG: a fakey fakey fuke

TG: wait a minnit...

TG: has jane talked to u yet about anything?

GT: About anything? Yes i do imagine our last chat could fit that description.

TG: no

TG: i mean

TG: about anythin serious

TG: feelinswasy

TG: * wawys

TG: * waways

TG: * SHIT

TG: * about your emotions

GT: Not really.

TG: uuuuuugh

TG: i knew shed porcrastinate on this

GT: On what?

TG: can u just message her now

GT: Sure.

GT: But what are you talking about?

GT: Should i expect a serious exchange about feelings and whatnot?

TG: depenbs on the present magnitude of her tightassery

TG: someone needs 2 move you fuckers along an get some stuff out in the popen already

GT: Wait would this be about certain unrequited pinings you may have alluded to earlier?

TG: i didint say nothin and aint sayin anything to that effeft

GT: Indubitably. Miss zipper lips was it? Humorously misspelled of course.

TG: mmmmm!

TG: *zuip*

GT: I guess i cant help but wonder if that truly is the way she sees me or if it is just some wild ego stroking delusion on my part.

GT: I always get this sense that people sorta fancy me but who knows i could be just miles off the old rocker about that!

GT: Youre right i think its high time we cleared the air on some things even if there is a chance it gets all awkward and prickly.

GT: That is what being brave and adventurous is all about after all. It isnt just about summoning the courage to pilfer some priceless loot from trap laden catacomb. Or shooting at stuff with two guns at once.

GT: There are treacheries of the heart to consider!!!

TG: lol u f'n dork

TG: but yes do that

TG: shit i gotta go

TG: i think theres someone in here....

GT: Are you in danger?

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

GT: Hmm.

#homestuck #jake english #roxy lalonde #homestuck act 6 #page 4586 #homestuck act 6 act 2

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posting because the psychicatrist decided to get sick when im having a crisis?:

idk where to start tbh LLOOL but i think im NOT DOING WELL. like on the outside evertytthings fine like nothings changed at all but i think im going insane. i think ive just realized how i have like 0 emotional suppoport system and whenever someone says something genuinely nice about me it makes me feel emotional because like i had family visiting this past week and my mom and my cousins tarted talking about college and my mom was saying how i wasted money going to college. i said that i didnt feel like i wasted my money becasue i have a degree now and i could always go back and get my bachelors but she said "BUT WHAT ARE U DOING EITH IT" and it just pissed me off because i feel like shes negating my accomplishment.

what made me cry last night was when i was messaging this guy and he was telling me about how he had class in the morning and we started talking about college. i told him how i was thinking about going back to school in january and he said i should.

for some reason i feel like getting my degree in psych would be cringe or a waste of time/money because my friend told me everyone she knows who did thinks so, like its some useless art degree. but when i asked this guy if it was cringe he said "so cringe... imagine having ambitions" im fucking stupid and didnt notice the sarcasm and i said "might as well start playing bucket drums on the street ig" because idk i guess i imagine getting a degree in psych would be just as dumb as someone trying to make it in the music business by playing on the street or something. he said "everyone thats going to college has ambitions. So in that case we all need to go play street bongos" and that perspective completely exploded my brain and i started crying LMAO because i guess going to college is a risk no matter what and u just have to believe in urself or some gay shit. it made me think of a taz cameo where he told someone that "nobody is gonna support your journey no matter how much they love you until youve proved to them that your journey was worth supporting" and that made me sad kinda because like i said i dont think i really have any kind of support from family rn and i kinda just have myself but i have like 0 confidence and negative self esteem and my family just being dissapointed in me and saying negative stuff really doesnt help. so i guess the moral of the story is that i have to trust and believe in myself because no one else will! really sucks i think. yeah but i only just started talking to that guy like YESTERDAY and im sure he prob felt like what he told me was nothing but it really did impact me and pulled the last tiny string that was emotionally holding me together. i apologized for being cynical and i told him i appreciated his words because i was kinda responding in a joking way that might have come off as rude i think? the silly bandaid just isnt working so good no more.

but fr i think while my anxiety is a lot better i think my depression is getting worse just due to my circumstances. like can u believe i almost went to the movies with some stranger internet guy just because i didnt want to be with my family?? i think somethings making me more impulsive than usual. i was going to buy cigarettes today and the only reason i didnt was because my appointment got canceled.

some other things tho i kinda didnt like having my cousins come visit because i just feel so inferior to them. like they look better and are just doing kinda all the stuff i should be doing yk? makes me feel shitty AND i feel like my mom just kinda infantilizes me like my parents treat me like nemo and i just cant do some things for some reason. its just so frustrating like my parents make me upset and i just want to move far away from them but also like they dont encourage me to do stuff on my own and when i try theyre like how are you even gonna do that you cant do that you have a bad fin like HELLO HELP ME FIX MY FIN THEN? I WOULDNT HAVE A BAD FIN IF YOU DIDNT HELP PREVENT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE LOL BUT IT JUST SUCKS THAT I HAVE TO DO ALL THIS BY MYSELF

i just dont want to be living here in like 5 years. thats a goal huh? if i had been asked where i wanted to be in 5 yrs when i was in high school id be like idk but i somehow managed to grow a goal somehow just out of misery i guess. and the steps are so cleaar in my head but then the voices tell me i cant do it because im scared BUT thats the point of life or something right??

jesus chhrososttt in reality nothing is really changing irl but im having some sort of crisis rn

ive even been trying to talk to boys LOL ive just been wanting some kind of escape from my life,, some independence, i want MY OWN LIFE that my mommy doesnt know everything about. i want to go to the movies with someone im not related to.

ok these paragraphes are all fucked up and i would fix it but i dont wanna go through and reread them

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aewrie · 1 year

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distractions aren't working so

(yelling into the void to get this out of my system but seriously tread carefully if you're sensitive to topics of abuse/ c/sa /mental health crap)

i'd be looking for a therapist but am not exactly in the headspace to do so. my old one was overall great and i'd be contacting her but she was basically useless when it came to this topic. think she was more confused and conflicted at the idea of a child being the abuser than me. which. that's not gonna help. and by the time i'd trust myself to see through that ordeal idk. i could probably use it anyway but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

could use it right now. i've been crying on and off for like 3-4 hours, while teetering on the edge of another breakdown

took me what, 10?? years before i felt ok using the word trauma in reference to being bullied for years. even after i kinda knew how fucked it all was. only after a health professional was like 'yeah, that's trauma you've got going on' after hearing the tl;dr of my life i felt i was allowed to. (she then proceeded to recommend therapy lmao). bc it wasn't so bad. boy i'm good at rationalizing all that away. other people always have it worse! and it's not like there was obvious violence, so obviously it doesn't count.

same fucking thing when i got diagnosed with depression and anxiety. i was passively suicidal & heading into worse direction and i was only willing to admit that i was sad & anxious. probably. surely not anything that would warrant treatment.

and now this thing i've filed away under 'miscellaneous shit that was not ideal probably, but surely it wasn't' That Bad, other people have it Worse':

yesterday i checked out this vr interview stream dealing with abuse right before i had to go sleep (the best idea ever. clearly) and at the point i started watching the discussion made basically no sense so i figure i go to the start and watch from there. and the interviewee describes the abuse, and i'm fine until a particular detail comes up and then it kinda unraveled from there. i had to pause just to get a breather. i watched maybe a few minutes more idk.

i've looked into child psychology and sexual development before bc ever since i bumped into the term child-on-child sa i've been stuck with the whole 'but does it count if x y z' (mostly: can someone so young even be an abuser, bc obviously if he didnt' intentionally & maliciously do it, i am not allowed to feel upset), even earlier that same damn day! but nothing unequivocally said yes or no. so of course i'm going with the safe answer of no, i'm not allowed to call it abuse.

but after that Moment i looked at some more stuff and found a couple of videos, one from a therapist knowledgeable on the topic, and one first-hand account, read some comments to boot, and then i'm having the sort of crying episode that leaves me feeling physically sick for a full day at least

at work today I was distracted the second i was not properly busy, then i managed to keep it together for a bit when i got home and now here we are. fuck i'm glad i'll have multiple days off now. on the long run this is good to process. but def not feeling it right now lol. at least i'm not stuck in a corner of fandom where loaded buzzwords get thrown around like they mean nothing, i knew that fucked with my head even back during the vl/d heyday and i was just getting around to the 'ok that Happened and maybe it was messed up, but Not abuse' stage of denial

good news i might be done crying rn so i guess that helped

i guess this was gonna be happening sooner or later bc i've been somewhat actively thinking about all that for months but rip it came out of nowhere

(and gonna throw it in here just in case; i'd rather not have 'i'm sorry' messages or similar, 9 times out of 10 i just feel awkward as shit. more neutral (not sure what's the best word?) is fine)

#yourebabblingjulle

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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The truck comeback announcement was amazing lmao, but the design is different? Reminds me of lots of different groups, like Enhypen for example, it looks more... magical? Mysterious? And "paradigm" hmmm interesting. The cube is back too.

I laugh when Atinys say "Ateez only has Atinys" because yeah obviously, lmaooo but no, they also have their idol fan boys

Winning calls every few months is normal, even one or two each comeback, but multiple times EVERY SINGLE TIME, and you make them act embarrassing, maybe it's fun for some of them, but come on... just give other fans a chance. ☠ I posted my 2020 calls with Atz and Skz on Twitter, but deleted and privated my account afterwards, because people were annoying. I also didn't want to share akydjaysishsjdhnshs

Angel Hwa is so important to me, but I'll always be team vampires! I like CAT BOYS and maybe fox boys, not alphas 😭

I was lucky to experience Shinee's OT5 concerts twice, but once it was in Japan... They came to London too, then we had Music Bank with Taemin in Berlin, but I NEED MORE

Unfortunately Taehyung has been absent and hasn't appeared in my subconsciousness recently, but once he comes back I'll pass your message.

Omg, so many HP actors had died already :(

And yeah in TB I was team Eric... not always, but I've always had a thing for blonde vampires I guess. Ever since Buffy lol

I swear I'm gonna ban you from using the "BUT DO THEY END UP TOGETHER???" sentence 🔪🔪🔪🔪 they're gonna end up together in my fucking dreams, alright 😠

Speaking of Japanese comebacks, so many people around me hate them. What's with the Japanese discrimination I don't love all Japanese tracks, and JP versions of existing songs are usually unnecessary, though Inception in Japanese I love it, same with Utopia! But many original Japanese tracks are solid. Maybe it's because I used to be into jpop and jrock before getting into Korean music

My baby??? I'm not seeing this 🙈 unless we're talking about cats. Btw I watched this messed up show about a girl birthing cats?!

OMG NO, the only man I want is Seonghwa, so I need Y/N x Hwa endgame alright. Just because I be looking at Minki doesn't mean I'm not loyal to the only man ever!

Seonghwa in a suit, I saw a comment that said "My client just got a life sentence, but I looked stunning" so true, be my lawyer plsss. I hate him - I don't wanna see his behaviour on stage today

Why aren't we invited to the SM party??? And kfc they need to do something about the visa issues because it's crazy??? Or better STOP ORGANISING EVENTS IN THE STATES - yes I'm US-phobic. But have you seen this Kaife?! So cute

The quiz was spot on, kpop in a nutshell, though I got the most popular result :/ "don't lie i know you don't give a fuck about all of them!!!! JUST PICK ONE I KNOW YOU LIKE THE MOST POPULAR ONE ANYWAYS" I mean I don't lie about being OTX, because I always have strong tunnel vision 💁🏼‍♀️

🙄 each slide is just...

I'm insane about this, our model - though model Seonghwa is still on ym shitlist! You know I'm team fuck them kids, but some people will go insane if Seonghwa appeared on that show...

Btw have you seen Clannad, I'm rewatching it right now and... you already know what ashshkaysushskajduyesgwh. I also forgot how sad it was at times... - DV 💖

hi hello!

LMFAOOOO ITS SO FUNNY WHO DOES THAT AND WHAT IF THAT FAN DIDNT GO OUTSIDE THAT DAY DBDBD magical! quite nostalgic too,, esp that song tune they did at kcon 🔫🔫 it sounds so pretty,, paradigm is def an interesting name! sounds complicated asf 😭

I laugh when Atinys say "Ateez only has Atinys" because yeah obviously, lmaooo but no, they also have their idol fan boys

BFMWBDKW LITERALLY when they say it quite literally i lose my shit 😭😭

NO BC IMAGINE SEEING THAT PERSON REPEATEDLY EVERY SINGLE FANCALL 😭😭😭 and they be saying the shittiest things too,, ban those 10 ppl right now 🔫 OH NO WAY??? DMAN WE CANT HAVE ANYTHING NICE IN THIS HOUSE 😭😭

Angel Hwa is so important to me, but I'll always be team vampires! I like CAT BOYS and maybe fox boys, not alphas 😭

SO IN CONCLUSION FURRY BOYS????

I was lucky to experience Shinee's OT5 concerts twice, but once it was in Japan... They came to London too, then we had Music Bank with Taemin in Berlin, but I NEED MORE

omg pLEASE IM SO JEALOUS OF EVERYONE WHO GOT TO SEE OT5 😭😭😭😭 HOW WAS IT THO?? omg taemin’s mubank in berlin was so legendary omg NO TAEMIN SHOULD HAVE A FULL WORLD TOUR PLS AND LET THE SET LIST HAVE FLAME OF LOVE SAYONARA HITORI AND HEAVEN IN IT I WOULD MAKE HIM MY NEW RELIGION RIGHT THERE,,, after hearing about sm’s plans for their next year all their artists are coming back as full groups SO WE BETTER GET WORLD TOURS IM BUYING THE MOST EXPENSIVE TICKET FHWKFJWK

Unfortunately Taehyung has been absent and hasn't appeared in my subconsciousness recently, but once he comes back I'll pass your message.

fortunately ur mr thv has been absent due to him earning his bread butter I HOPE HE COMES IN UR DREAMS TONIGHT ✨✨🤲🏼

Omg, so many HP actors had died already :(

right 😭😭😭 it’s so crazy to see something everyone’s grown up watching vanish in front of ur eyes 😭🤚🏼

And yeah in TB I was team Eric... not always, but I've always had a thing for blonde vampires I guess. Ever since Buffy lol

YOU LIKE BLOND VAMPIRES WHO ARE SLIGHTLY/ MISUNDERSTOOD MEAN????

I swear I'm gonna ban you from using the "BUT DO THEY END UP TOGETHER???" sentence 🔪🔪🔪🔪 they're gonna end up together in my fucking dreams, alright 😠

LMFAOOOO BFMWDHAKVDAK SCREAMED sEE IN THE END OF THE DAY HWA GETS TO CHOSE <3

ppl hate japanese tracks???? they are literally some of the best songs out there,, like the electro pop’s + retro + traditional styles are at their peak amazing??? NO UR RIGHT SOMETIMES THE SONG DOESNT DELIVER THAT WELL IN A DIFF VERSION it’s better if they make songs just for that certain language! omg inception is so pretty in japanese 😭😭😭🤚🏼 yEAH MANY ARE SOLID! personally wasn’t in jpop but id be head banging and playing the ost’s of amines on repeat BC SOME SLAP SO SO HARD

My baby??? I'm not seeing this 🙈 unless we're talking about cats. Btw I watched this messed up show about a girl birthing cats?!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 IM SORRY WHAT THE FUCK RHKWDAL ANON WHAT 😭😭😭?????? HELP??? GIRLIE BIRTHED A FURRY????

OMG NO, the only man I want is Seonghwa, so I need Y/N x Hwa endgame alright. Just because I be looking at Minki doesn't mean I'm not loyal to the only man ever!

HFJWHDJ ARE U SURE

ANON BC I KNOW THAT LITTLE SAN YN MOMENT IN DUKE DID MAKE PPL ROOT FOR THEM ☺️☺️ tho i would say is this…the hwa

aND

Seonghwa in a suit, I saw a comment that said "My client just got a life sentence, but I looked stunning" so true, be my lawyer plsss. I hate him - I don't wanna see his behaviour on stage today

this man always delivers in suits, i need his closet so bad,,, men in suits <<< hwa in suits,, no what is up with these kpop idols looking so fine in a suit 😭😭 FBWMFJWK BE MY LAWYER LMFAOOO BFKWHD his behaviour on stage is becoming UNBEARABLE !!!!!!!! IM TIRED !!!!! JUST ONE SECOND TO BREATHE !!!!!

HELP LITERALLY WE WOULD SCREAM AND HYPE EVERYONE UP!!!!! INTERNING AS A PHOTOGRAPHER BESTIE LETS GO,, NO SERIOUSLY PLS STOP WITH US THEY GET EVERY FUCKING THING !!!!! EVERY THING !!!! AND THE CONCERTS ALWAYS HAVE PROBLEMS !!!! RACISTS !!!!! will forever be u.s phobic to bad idc that country is hated and they need to kNOW 😭😭😭 PLS THATS SO CUTE I SAW ON WITH CAKES THAT WERE DECORATED IN HIS ALBUMS ART AND GUCCI AND SO SO PRETTY

and the way sm spoke about it 😳

LMFAOOOO GOT CALL OUT SO HARD FJWKDJWK 😭😭😭 BDSNDH STRONG TUNNEL VISION I GOT THE COMPANY STAN HEAR ME OUT IM NOT LIKE ONE OF THOSE 😭😭🤚🏼

🙄 each slide is just...

ANON

I'm insane about this, our model - though model Seonghwa is still on ym shitlist! You know I'm team fuck them kids, but some people will go insane if Seonghwa appeared on that show...

STOP HES SO CUTE 😭😭😭 MY TURN WHEN WOOYOUNG 🔫🔫 OMF BRKWHD PLS ITS MODEL HWA’D LOOKS THAT GET THOSE POSTS ON IG ABOUT BEING ICONIC AND ITS JUST HIM BREATHING,,, im people.

Btw have you seen Clannad, I'm rewatching it right now and... you already know what ashshkaysushskajduyesgwh. I also forgot how sad it was at times... - DV 💖

my face had a smile throughout this ask and now u mentioned that dreaded anime and my smile just dropped,,, why. WHY WOULD U IMAGINE HIM AS THATR GQJDHQK GET IT OUT OF UR MIND RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW KEOWNRJKW

???? it’s always him 😭😭

BESTIE THOUGHTS

vv la la land vibes! u bet im putting this in yunho’s fic 💃

quizzie!!

AND JIN ENLISTING???

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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