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gunmetal-ring · 1 year

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living for your hellcheer commentary! if you ever feel like it i'd love to hear your headcanons for the relationships between chrissy and her mom and eddie and wayne pre-s4

Aw ty 💕 as i continue to clog up the hellcheer tags you will learn that i will take any and all opportunity to ramble my thoughts lol. So thanks for the platform! Buckle in!

I think chrissys mom isnt the cartoonishly evil villain that we see/that we often read abt in fic. I dont think shes ever screamed "FAT PIG!" at chrissy or anything like that. I think the hallucinations were purposefully exaggerated to show that they werent real.

I think that the Real Torture (when vecna was actually killing chrissy) was the accurate representation - sugar-sweet voice for what seems like an innocuous message from non abusive mothers would be "i know you like this outfit and it doesnt fit so im adjusting it so it does fit so you dont have to throw it out bc i love you!".

Except we know that bc chrissy is bulimic and has past trauma, that her mom likely killed her w a thousand cuts - making hurtful remarks abt her weight, her figure, the way her clothes fit, the food shes eating, how she mom was so thin and beautiful at chrissys age and how she wishes chrissy could experience being thin and beautiful, shaming her for her diet, the sizes she has to buy for her clothes, etc. So they were clearly intended to be controlling and abusive but all coated as sugary sweet innocuous concerned-abt-your-health etc whatever. Which is why in the Real Torture when her mom turns around, her mom's face is monstrous - she looks and sounds like a loving mother, but actually theres a monster inside her. Chrissy doesnt necessarily hate her - most victims of abuse dont outright hate their abusers, theres usually an extremely complicated relationship of hate and love and resentment and guilt and hope etc etc which makes it all even harder to naviagte - but she internalizes her moms words and hates herself. Also why her dads eyes and mouth are stitched shut - he refuses to see and listen to the real message that her mom is sending and he refuses to do anything abt it.

I do think that had chrissy lived she would have gone to college/moved out and eventually overcome it all but unfortunately we wont ever see it 😕

As for wayne and eddie:

Obviously wayne loved eddie and i agree w the actors remarks in his interview. I think bc hes Wayne Munson and Eddie mentions that the Munson name has already been tarnished by his dad it means that wayne is his dads brother. So i think eddie was probably around 12 or 13 when he permanently moved in w wayne, bc he was living w his dad long enough for him to learn to hotwire cars instead of fishing and playing ball. My guess is his dad was in and out of jail for most of his life and wayne probably took care of him while his dad was in jail.

As for his mom, i know a lot of ppl probably think she ODd but im split on that. On one hand i dont think hed sell the rly hard shit if she ODd - and we know he doesnt just sell weed, ketamine is pretty intense, so my guess is he also sells acid, shrooms, maybecoke, etc. If she did OD i dont think hed sell heroin/whatever she ODd on. Plus i dont think hes ever been to jail bc he said he didnt want to end up like his dad, and heroin/crank/crack/etc is absolutely hard, life ruining shit, and also guaranteed jail time. So i can see how maybe she ODd. But I also can easily see how maybe she just up and left one day without a word. Eddie clearly has a hard time connecting (except w Chrissy lol) and opening up, and i can see how fear of abandonment might play into that - which also might be a contributing factor in his guilt bc in a way he abandoned chrissy in his trailer (he did the same thing that his mom did to him, etc).

Either way, she wasnt in the picture when wayne took him in, and i also think maybe it was 13ish bc obviously he connected w chrissy at the talent show and 8th grade is usually 13-14 so if a cute girl was nice to him during a traumatic time in his life i can see how that lasted w him. So yes wayne took him in even tho he couldnt rly afford to - pretty sure his trailer is only 1 bedroom and wayne sleeps on a camp bed in the living room, and so he couldnt afford to move to a 2 bedroom trailer. I definitely think he knew eddie sold and that eddie probably contributed to expenses w some of that money. Waynes gruff so i doubt he was all hugs and kisses but i think eddie definitely knew wayne loved him. I also think that while eddie definitely loved him - and wayne KNEW eddie loved him - eddie also maybe had complicated feelings towards him given the circumstances under which eddie moved in w him. i wouldnt be surprised if he resented him a little bit bc he associates wayne w his dad going to jail and his mom bouncing, vs seeing him as a savior, and wayne not being able to rly afford to take care of him, etc. Not logical and i think he knows its not logical but to a kid going thru trauma the feelings arent always logical (see chrissy/her mom) and get complicated

Eddie was also kind of self centered when it came to wayne. He didnt bother to clean up after himself, he left wayne to find chrissys horrifically tortured body by himself, didnt ever ask The Party to pass on a message of apology/thanks/anything to wayne, etc. He also probably didnt offer to give wayne the bedroom as he got older even tho the camp bed probably killed waynes back by now and eddie was at school while wayne slept and apparently crashed at ricks often enough to warrant a mention, and I wouldnt be surprised if he slept in his van after a night out, etc. Im not totally sure on that, bc i can also see him trying to offer up his room and wayne being like "no its fine" but idk im split.

I think had eddie lived he would have moved out at some point but still helped wayne out no matter what by getting a legit on the books job

#op #hellcheer #ask #st meta #ty!!!!

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hardpacker · 28 days

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talking abt court so i can get it out of my head and go to sleep :(

what going to court and talking to cops and judges repeatedly has taught me (as if i needed to be taught it more) is that if your life is in danger, trying to get help is just not worth the hassle. the help you try to get will do everything in its power to exhaust and break you. it's not worth how demeaning and humiliating it is, what it robs you of, how horribly alone it is.

if you've never had to convince someone that the circumstances of your weird ugly ass and your stupid little life are real, and that you deserve to not be k*lled— and you have to say this, even though all the while, you yourself probably feel the opposite— well uh... That is good! and i DON'T know what made the judge drop my restraining order last year, but keep anka's and their mom's. maybe i wore the wrong clothes. maybe he really resented abiding by my legal pronouns. i'm not gonna rule it out, why should i? why wouldn't that be the problem? being treated like a man meaning who gives a fuck i'm not in danger / being treated as trans meaning i should just go die already one way or another.

doing this over and over has done nothing to make it easier. it's fuckawful. on top of the pain it causes on its own, lots of important friendships i never expected to lose have fallen away, and so at times it feels like the thing that is most reliable, the truest constant, is this stupid, shitty annual ordeal.*

i had to talk about sh*nth in therapy because i kept putting it off over and over and it still hurts bad that he did what he did when what ultimately lead us to court was only just ramping up. and then when i tried to explain that something weird was going on, and then when i tried to explain he was making up lies about me, not only did anyone really know what to do or say about it, they also... went to hang out with him. he did this when we were becoming homeless... who does that to a person? i'll never know why it happened but even if i don't care About him, even if i don't Fear him, it'll always hurt. crazy that while i know in my heart that it was fake and flimsy, i also know i will never have that kind of relationship with someone again.

i told my therapist that being put in a position of trying to convince/prove to someone that something's actually real and causing me distress is itself so distressing that i think it must be part of why i bypass so many interactions and don't log them as upsetting even when something's off.

telling someone that something is a problem is usually a bigger problem than the thing itself. it's inconvenient and annoying. feeling good is the priority always even when that means lying and covering things up to preserve a sense of goodness and chillness.

i got choked up saying i feel a palpable difference between me and other people in that i can't turn off how i care about them. and maybe that's wrong, maybe that's why i've ended up staying with or chasing people who are really, really bad for me! if i could shut it off i could be so much more discerning about who to trust. as it is i feel like i'm in glass box mode, looking out at people who for some time have stopped looking back. i just want a CHANCE.

i don't want to go to court. i don't want to go. i don't want to do it all over again. i don't want to listen to lies on top of lies on top of lies and there's no accounting for made up nonsense so how am i supposed to refute it?! i can't disprove something which in no way exists, like, that can be anything, you can invent anything. i hate this!!!

* i say annual but *disclaimerfied brain* much like getting married (i assume,) when your life's been expressly threatened it doesn't just come up on the anniversary only, ya feel?

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reallybigmistake · 2 months

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tw. Unsent letter abt divorce and abuse

soooooooo it was true. you isolated me from every single family member over the course of 20 years. you are a functioning addict. you emotionally abused and neglected your children, which led to behavioral problems. in my case, you gaslit me into thinking they were less than they actually were, despite the fact I was actively suicidal because of your emotional abuse. you couldn’t provide as a parent, which made you feel shame, which created a vicious cycle you are still trapped in to this day. But, it’s a little easier now because we aren’t children and we’re instead adults. however, you’re realizing our behavior is reflective of how you treated us now when we were children, so you’re panicking. no one lives with you. they don’t really come to see you. you do have friends, but your chaotic behavior forces them to keep you at arms’ lengths.

i miss my mother. I don’t mean the person above, whoever that is. the person above wore my mother’s face, but it was not my mother

my mother is a funny, smart, loving, beautiful woman who has incredible bravery. she is dutiful and kind, considerate and empathetic. she loves parchment paper, calligraphy, art, flowers, and anything delicate and pretty. my mother is beautiful, even on the days when she felt the ugliest in the world. my mother is an amazing cook, a good housekeeper, and a crafty handyman. she knows how to create anything from nothing at all, how to spot magic and beauty even in the bleakest days.

my mother taught me how to speak, how to walk, how to laugh, how to write, how to count, and how to love. my mother played games with me. my mother gave me tasty food and made sure i was always fed. I always had clothes. I always had a bed. my mother held me when I cried.

to whatever took my mother’s face; fuck you. I don’t know what you are, but that ISN’T my mother. I don’t care about what she did to me when you took hold of her. I’m angry people will only see you and what you did to me when I softly tell them the truth. it’s possible they won’t see her. They won’t see her hurt, her pain, her fear, her anger, her loneliness, her confusion, nor her heartbreak. they will only see the scars you left onto me emotionally and mentally. they will see me as a victim, and her as a monster, when she is a victim in so many aspects.

and if it was my mother… I get it.

I get why you did it. No one helped you. I’m just like you. If they didn’t help you why would they help me?

I’ll do what you told me, Mom. I’ll stay nice. I’ll stay kind.

I wish you could have, too.

#tw divorce #tw addiction #tw sui talk #tw abuse

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hopelessromanticstrawberry · 3 months

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unboxing my sexual traumas for a moment—

Men, do so much to hurt us. It’s terrifying.

The first time I remember being sexually assaulted I was 13/14, my first boyfriend. he had been cheating on his cool high school gf with me, we were both in middle school, I didn’t even know about her existence until a year in. I didn’t do social media, I had a flip phone, I was naive and a boy other girls liked was interested in me— a wallflower— the best part? he was neighbors with my best friend and I loved going to her house, id stay there for days at a time and never got sick of it. they would come over sometimes and we all became best friends. for the first time a group of people called my family’s landline asking if it was okay one of their moms came to get me. I’d never been so.. wanted. ironically, my girl best friend ended up betraying our friendship to long term date one of these boys in our old friend group, they still all hangout today im sure.

it started simply enough, he kissed me, and I wanted to kiss him. I was excited to explore, but to be fair after being raised in Texas I was ashamed of sex and scared of it too. I wanted to be a pure girl who fell in love once and married and had a beautiful picture perfect family. We would kiss for hours, and even though he wasn’t the best kisser my assumption was that he just didn’t know how and we’d learn together. I didn’t know he’d been having sex with this high school girl and was planning to do all that on me. He became more forward after about 2 or 3 months but to me?? this was like serious, I felt like I was in love bc it was my first boyfriend. He liked to play music and so did I, he was outgoing and on the football team, he was really tall. Middle school me ate this shit up!!! Now, im only describing in this way to really show how I felt at the time to drive home how traumatizing naive and disillusioned I was……

He becomes more forward, more controlling, very quickly. He accuses me of cheating, tries to make me feel weird or guilty for stuff that was normal. He would then lead into sex stuff during arguments or tender moments. Everything was just like his opportunity to try to fuck me. When I finally told him “no” I wanted to be dating for at least a year before I had sex, I wasn’t ready, I wanted something romantic and slow blooming. I wanted to feel like it was worth it to give it up. Then he became cruel, physically assertive and constantly fighting me. Locking me in the house so I couldn’t leave. I don’t remember if he screamed but im sure he was, I just remember being choked a lot and insulted. I remember crying when he held me down and felt down my pants and under my bra. It felt ticklish and uncomfortable, I didn’t want it not like this. I would have bruises all over my arms, I started to cut myself, I threatened to leave him, he would tell me about other girls he was talking to and cheating on me with and said it would all end if I’d just fully penetrative fuck him. He would try to take my clothes off and wrestle me, ultimately end up choking me and giving me a panic attack. I’d lock myself in the bathroom, he’d take my phone from me and threaten to break it. I ended up breaking up with him over text after he blew my mom up telling her abt my self harm and I was going to kill myself bc I didn’t reply to his text within 30 minutes while I did homework, I remember her opening my door and asking if I was okay and she told me what he’d done. I replied and called him a psycho. Told her block his number. He sent me photos of cuts telling me he was cutting himself bc of me. Back then I cared I pleaded with him no don’t kill youself, he said I only won’t if you date me again. I dated him for 7 months total. I don’t even remember how we broke up, I know I did it, I remember him shoulder checking me in the hallways at school after and talking shit to everyone about how I was a bad lay. He continued to stalk me until years later actually, messaging my hot tatted boyfriend when I was 19 all these threats of hurting him and hurting me. He blew my Snapchat up with threats and I don’t know if it was bc he was on drugs and never forgot me or what??? It was obsessive and psychotic. How many years did he think abt me to stalk me so many years later. Even when I was 22 I got a gmail notification he was trying to follow my old account.

And the worst part? That’s all I remember. I’m sure there was more, I know he never penetrated me but he would choke me, push me, threaten me, and grope me. stalked me. Idk

In hindsight it was mostly so upsetting bc I was so young, my next abusive boyfriend really beat him out though bc he’s the one who actually raped me on repeat.

#diary #trauma dump

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abucketofweird · 9 months

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Heartstopper Live Reaction: Ep 2. Family

- Charlie’s mental health is really slipping

- So this is why Charlie got grounded

- Fuckkkk it’s David

- Honestly I think Charlie’s parents were thinking the right way. They don’t know what’s going on and with the changes it makes sense to blame the Nick thing

- They are def clingy lmao

- I hope Imogen doesn’t get her feelings hurt by Ben but I see it coming

- PROMMMMM (how normal is this in Britain? I thought it was v American) (also it’s during break???)

- I love Sahar!!! She’s so charismatic

- Charlie coming into that silent room is so anxiety inducing to me

- Like ppl are absolutely going to watch them

- Personal stuff isn’t an excuse to assault someone

- Ben is honestly right abt being bi and likening girls and boys obvi

- They are literally so clingy I love it too much

- AND THE CLOTHING SHARING STARTS

- Nick has such heart eyes omg how is Kit so good at that

- The casual insta post is getting me more than it should

- He’s trying so hard to come out

- I’m obsessed with Naomi and Felix!!

- Elle deserves to get out there

- Elle getting to talk to someone abt being trans is so great

- She didn’t really have anyone before

- Nick def shouldn’t have brought up the Ben thing. Especially right before an exam

- I think his heart is in the right place but god it was not the way to do it

- As a person with testing anxiety this scene is way to close to home

- I’m actually so anxious now

- They really had Charlie fall asleep at a marvel movie I can’t

- Oh god Charlie hasn’t been eating…its begun

- Not NELLIE GROWLING AT DAVID

- Fuck Nick getting outed like that sucks

- FUCKING HELL DAVID

- I FORGOT HOW MUCH HE SUCKED

- And now Charlie is in trouble I’m so over this

- Wow I’m surprised Charlie texted the being out text from the trailer

- Crying started with that message

- As someone who grew apart and watched my best friend make new friends it’s really hard

- Even if u don’t have a crush it sucks ass

- I adore Tao’s mom(mum)

- Not Tao’s background being him and Elle

- AHHHH THE CONFESSION HE FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT

- THE PROMPOSAL IS NEXT!!!

Once again an amazing episode!!! The David plot line is really important and I think the actor made him perfectly a dick! As per usual Nick and Charlie are being adorable!! This episode focused a lot on Elle and Tao and I’m really glad it did!! Elle making new friends she could really relate to was amazing! And Tao’s reactions are so important!!!

100/10

#heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper #heartstopper s2 spoilers #heartstopper spoilers #heartstopper s2

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moonaticsstuff · 2 years

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dad

hi, i just want to make a letter for u that u probably wont ever read :/

Idk where should I start. Maybe from my childhood, I dont remember you being present at all, and I dont remember feeling loved by you. You showed interest but by just buying me things and stuff… im not saying that you were a bad dad, but you never really tried to talk to me, I think that’s what hurts the most. You didn’t really protect me al all. There was something missing in our relationship.

At the age of 11 I started hating you. I felt rejected by you, I felt like you hated me, and when I turned 12, you started doing it. Mom and u have always laughed at me for things I like, to this day you do it, and to this day im literally embarrassed to even talk abt what kind of lollipop I like.

You hated me for my views, and u hated the way i presented myself, and when I was just a kid you got mad at me and acted as if you were fucking 8. Man. I was having the worst time in my life and you never ever sat by my side and asked me what was going on. You were like “why does she dress like this” Well, he just likes it that way. Your biggest problem is with my clothes for some reason I dong understand.

Well, I really thought I had your heart when I was 13, you started treating me better… until I changed my style again. I had lots of earrings, etc. And you mistreated me again. I was doing everything wrong again, wasnt I? But I changed things.

I turned 15 and I was “normative” and started getting actually good grades :/ and suddenly you were the best dad ever… but i failed in something

Im not cis, and Id never, and wont ever give that to you.

That was the starting. Your treat me like shit, but you buy stuff. You say the meanest shit ever, and the next day you gift me something cute :/

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falcqns · 3 years

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Hii i have this request in mind like Chris Evans x Actress! Singer! Reader like the reader and chris dated for 3y idk but they broke up but the reader always visit chris’ family bc she treated them like family aswell specialy when the reader’s parents died so she spend Christmas there or any occasions bc chris’ family invite her and when chris got a new gf the reader is kinda hurt bc she still love chris but she try to look like she doesn’t care but then she released her new song its called deja vu (by olivia rodrigo) and she release it to her bday so when the song is released the fans knew its abt chris bc of the new gf (chris’ fam doesn’t like the new gf and the fans kinda didn’t support them bc of the girl’s attitude) and chris’ family invites her over bc they want to show the reader something and when the reader got there they surprise her for her bday and congratulate her and turns out chris is there too with his new gf🤨and the reader knew chris’ new gf hated her bc of her look and scott called you all to the living room and watch the mv of the reader’s new song and when the mv ends scott and the fam congratuleted the reader and chris’ gf is giving the reader looks again and chris is noticing it and when the reader is in the kitchen alone getting something chris talk to her and congratulate her and chris’ new gf wrapped her arms around chris and chris tried to stop her to make a scene but she started a scene and scream at the reader but the reader cut her off and embarrassing her and the reader prove the new gf shes first not her (idk if that make sense lol) and the new gf leave(idk you can make her a random name so its not only “new gf”) and the reader and chris talk and they got back together, you can do wha you want at the end this is just so random bc i was listening to deja vu and advance thank you if you do my request! Stay safe! ❤️ and im so sorry if this is so long

Deja Vu

pairing: Chris Evans x singer!reader

warnings: parents death, major angst, fluff.

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

You had known Chris since college, when you had met him in your communications class. You two had grown close quickly, and became best friends.

He brought you home every Christmas Eve, before you would go home to your parents house on Christmas Day. You had always felt like a part of the family, so when your parents passed a way, you turned to him.

You and your parents were driving home from a Christmas Day church service, when you were hit by a semi truck. It had completely totalled the car, and your parents had died on impact. You had been sitting in the back, and only had a broken leg from where your moms seat had been pushed back into it roughly.

You had been pulled from the car and sat in a second ambulance, while your parents were transported in another. You knew you'd never forget watching that ambulance door close and drive away, knowing that was the last time you'd ever see them.

When the police officers asked if there was anyone you could call, you didn't know what to do. Your parents were both only children, so you had no aunts, uncles or cousins. You were an only child too, so you had no siblings, and your grandparents had passed when you were little, your other ones passing before you were born.

So when the officer asked you, you told him the Evans’ phone number. Lisa picked up on the second ring, and you tearfully explained what had happened as the shock wore off. She immediately said she’d meet you at the hospital, and not to worry, that she and Bob would take care of you.

You were taken to the hospital and treated for your broken leg. Less than an hour after you arrived, Lisa arrived at the hospital with Chris in tow. They comforted you, and took you home with them. You stayed in Chris’s room for the first few days, and when you were given your own room, you still had a hard time sleeping alone, so Chris ended up in your bed with you most nights, not that he minded.

You never went back to college, and instead turned to singing as a release from all the pain you were feeling. You started out posting covers on YouTube, and gradually progressed to getting a record deal with Interscope Records, which didn't surprise anyone who knew you. You had immense talent, and your parents used to tell you that they were counting down the days before you were a celebrity.

When Chris graduated college and told you he was moving to Los Angeles, he convinced you to come with him. Prices were high in LA, and he didn't want to be separated from you for too long, so you joined him. He got to be an actor, and you got to be a singer, which is what you both had wanted since you were younger.

You went to every one of Chris’s movie premieres, and he attended as many of your live shows as he could. You supported him through all his relationships and his breakups, and played the middle man whenever he and Jenny would fight, up until the very end. You told yourself you did that because you just wanted what's best for him, but you both kind of knew that wasn't the reason at all.

Throughout your time living together, you friendship grew, as did your feelings for each other. You'd be lying if you didn't have a small crush on him in college, and those feelings only grew as time went on, especially since the two of you decided to only get a one bedroom apartment. Mainly because it was cheap, but also because Chris made a decision a week after your parents death to never allow you to sleep alone because of the nightmares that would occur if he wasn't there.

So, when you won your first award for your first album, named ‘hand in hand’, he kissed you the second you came off the stage with your award in hand. It blew your mind that he felt the same, but you were happy nonetheless. You two began dating that night, and everything was perfect.

Until, you were invited by 5 Seconds of Summer to be their opening act on their newest tour. You had agreed, and Chris let you go. You two had been dating for over 3 years, and you thought your relationship would be fine.

You quickly realized however that that wasn't the case, when the two of you started fighting less than two weeks into the tour. The fights weren't anything major, more petty things like ‘did you change the Netflix password’ or ‘why did you take this piece of clothing, that was mine and it was my favourite.’ All around stupid fights.

You had turned to Calum, who you were closest with, and he consoled you as much as you could. You realized however, that you couldn't be with Chris anymore when he drunk called you in the middle of the night while you were in the UK and got angry with you when you answered and told him to call you back in the morning when he was sober, to which he proceeded to brag that he slept with his co star at the time, Jessica Alba, you freaked out and ended things.

You got a message from Jessica on instagram the next day letting you know that they did not sleep together, and that she was sorry he even said it. You assured her it was fine, and felt relief.

Relief because you got to the bottom of the situation, but also relief from your relationship. You didn't know what happened in those few weeks, but you knew the relationship was turning toxic, and you wanted to stop it before that happened. Neither you or Chris needed that. You told him you’d find a new place to live, and by the time tour ended, you bought yourself a house in Beverly Hills, and moved out of the apartment.

Chris moved out not long after, and bought his own house. He had tried to stay friends with you, but you didn't want that at that point in time. You were still hurting, and needed time to heal.

Once you felt ready to date again, you were asked to be Calum’s date to the Peoples Choice Awards, you accepted. You knew Chris would be there, and you were hoping to talk to him, and maybe work it out. He had told you during the break up that he would always wait for you to come back, and that he still loved you, and always would.

But you knew that wasn't the case when he showed up on the red carpet, with a new actress named Myra Woodfield. You had smiled at him, while trying not to break down inside, but he gave you a dirty look and rolled his eyes at you when Calum wrapped his arm around your waist for a picture. You furrowed your eye brows and took a good look at Myra.

She looked almost exactly like you. Same build, same hair colour, same eye colour. The only difference is that she was slightly taller than you. You didn't know why he was replacing you, but it hurt. You pushed it out of your head however, and enjoyed the night with your best friend.

It was a few months later when you were awoken by the constant dinging of your phone. You unlocked it, and saw you had a lot of unread messages from Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and your other best friend Ashe about Chris’s new movie trailer, you sighed.

You watched the trailer, and sighed when it looked like a recreation of a bunch of moments in your relationship with him, only Myra was in your place.

Your fans and some of Chris’s had commented on it, and Myra immediately became aggressive with them, and insulted them. She told them that you were a nobody who could make Chris happy, which she was glad about because she made him happy how.

Within minutes of this happening the hashtag #cancelmyrawoodfield was trending on twitter. You shamelessly went through the tweets and like and retweeted a couple. Then an idea popped in your head.

With a quick google search, you had a plan.

You had written a new song called Deja Vu after the peoples choice awards, and it was had been recorded a few weeks ago, and you just had to decide on a date to release it, and make a decision on the music video. Her birthday was in about 3 months, which gave you enough time to get everything in place to drop on her birthday.

Was it evil? Yes. Did you care? Not really. Besides, you inherited your pettiness from your mother and you knew she’d be proud of you. You called your manager and label, and got it planned out.

When the new music video had been announced, Lisa called you and invited you home to watch it premiere with the family. You accepted, knowing Chris and Myra would be there, and that her birthday would get overshadowed by the release of your music video.

So, three weeks later, you were sitting with Lisa, Bob, Carly, Shanna, Scott, Chris and Myra in Lisa’s living room, waiting for the video to premiere.

Scott had picked you up at the airport earlier in the morning along with Carly and Shanna, and the four of you had a laugh about the face that no one acknowledged Myra’s birthday, not even Chris. It was mean, but no one liked her.

Lisa absolutely hated her, but didn't want to upset Chris, so you got a call shortly after the PCA’s from her and the two of you ranted about her for a good two hours.

You watched as the timer counted down from 10, and then the screen turned black. You took a deep breath and watched Chris out of the corner of your eye.

You had searched for a while for a guy who looked similar to Chris, and you stumbled on Andrew Siwicki. He didn't look exactly like Chris, but it was close enough that everyone would know who the song was about if they didn't already. Andrew was a fan of Chris and hated Myra too, so he was more than glad to help you out.

The music began to play, and you watched as the black screen faded in on two people walking along the beach, holding hands.

“Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream One spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,”

The next scene was a recreation of yours and Chris’s first date where you two had a picnic on the beach, and ended up splashing each other with the ocean water. Towards the end, everyone watched as Andrew picked you up and threw you into the water the same way Chris always did.

You glanced at him, and could have burst into laughter at how uncomfortable Chris looked, but more importantly how angry Myra looked.

“Watching reruns of Glee Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm,”

The next scene was you and Andrew (who was dressed as Ransom) on what appeared to be a recreation of the Knives Out set, running around with a dog that looked like Dodger chasing after you, the two of you laughing. The next shot was the two of you kissing behind a trailer, seemingly hiding from production.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you,”

The next scene was the two of you driving through Southern California, in a car that was almost identical to Chris’s. You two were laughing and singing along to the song, your hair whipping around you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this next scene would piss him right off.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?”

This scene was you, along with the rest of Chris’s family sitting around a living room that looked like the one you were in now, a Christmas tree full of presents in the corner. The camera panned across everyone as everyone was talking and settled on you and Andrew and the two of you recreated the scene where Chris whispered in your ear how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to start a family with you.

“Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same,”

The screen showed you and Andrew saying goodbye at the airport, with 5 Seconds of Summer standing behind you. They weren't actually there when you left for tour, but Luke suggested it to piss Chris off, and you had agreed.

Then there was a small montage of clips from tour, including a shot of Michael elbow dropping Ashton into a pool, which made everyone laugh, except Chris and Myra. The montage was followed up by you sitting on the floor of a dressing room and crying as you sent a text that said “I’m done.”

“Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type,”

Now you were on the red carpet, with Calum right beside you. You both were wearing the same clothes you wore on that night, you hair and makeup recreated perfectly. The camera unfocused on you as you turned and looked at Andrew and an actress named Alexa Morrison, who looked a lot like Myra, and they were recreating Chris and Myra’s actions perfectly. The camera swivelled around and came to rest pointing towards your face, as you looked in shock, and a single tear fell down your face.

“I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her Uptown Girl You're singing it together,”

You were shown watching a movie trailer with Ashe sitting next to you, while you sobbed at what Alexa and Andrew were doing. You looked at the camera and began singing the song, while Ashe and everything else around you was frozen.

“Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you),”

You were sat on the bed in Chris’s red flannel that you had stolen before leaving for tour, and you were writing in the notebook aggressively with tears rolling down your face and singing.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you,”

You were now being shown sitting on the couch, and watching Andrew run across the TV screen dressed as Captain America, an ice cream tub in your hand. You were wearing sweats and a t shirt, your hair in a messy bun.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu?”

The camera circled around you before transitioning to the next scene.

“Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused),”

You were shown laying down in bed, and your eyes closing before an image of you and Andrew danced, dressed as Steve and Peggy in endgame, a scene Chris always told you the two of you would recreate one day. You had called Hayley and asked if it was okay, and she immediately said yes, and even came and watched you do the scene.

“Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu),”

When your eyes opened, you were sitting at your piano, and playing while singing along.

“I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu,”

Suddenly, the piano disappeared, and you were left standing in an empty living room as the screen faded to black.

The entire room burst into cheers as the video ended, except for Myra, who looked like she was going to murder you, and Chris who just clapped with a tight lipped smile.

Later that night after all the kids had gone to bed and Lisa was driving Bob home, Scott had pulled you into the kitchen under the pretences of ‘helping him fix a drink’, which ended up just being the two of you gossiping about Chris and Myra, and the music video.

Suddenly, Chris walked in, and nodded for Scott to leave. You cleared your throat and ignored him.

“That was a good song, and an amazing music video.” He said. “I can see you're just getting more and more talented as time-” He began, as you rolled your eyes, and looked at him.

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly.

“I just wanted to congratulate you.” He said, and you were about to open your mouth, when Myra came slinking in the room with an evil look on her face.

“Nice job, Y/N. I’m glad I could inspire your music video.” She said sarcastically, and you could tell Chris was about to defend you, but you opened your mouth first.

“Well, I’m glad I had such a snake like bitch to draw inspiration from,” You said, and heard Scott, his siblings burst into laughter in the living room. Myra’s jaw dropped and she turned to look at him. You looked up at Chris, who was leaning up against the counter, and biting back a smile.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” She asked, and Chris sighed.

“Myra, don't start. Not now.” He said, she scoffed.

“I knew you still loved her. Only a pathetic loser could love someone as ugly and untalented as her.” She spat, and Chris growled. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you ran out of the room, your drink abandoned on the counter.

You ran into your bedroom, where you shut the door, and fell onto the bed in tears.

Back in the kitchen, Chris had gotten in Myra’s face, and was yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT IN HER LIFE, AND I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO ADD TO THAT!” He screamed, as Scott, Carly, and Shanna ran to the door, unsure of what to do. “SHE IS SO TALENTED, WAY MORE TALENTED THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON PRODUCTION TOOK SO DAMN LONG, IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET A PERFORMANCE OUT OF YOU! YOU OPENLY INSULTED HER AND HER FANS HOURS AFTER YOU WERE ANNOUNCED TO BE IN THIS MOVIE, AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME TO ME CRYING BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE FEELINGS GOT HURT!” He screamed, and Shanna ran and backed Chris away from her.

“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND! AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY, YET HERE YOU ARE, CONGRATULATING HER FOR A SHITTY MUSIC VIDEO!” Myra screamed, and it was Scott’s turn to get in her face.

“You need to leave. If you don't we’re going to call the cops.” He stated, and Myra rolled her eyes before storming out of the house.

Scott turned back to Chris, and was shocked when he saw him in tears.

“You need to work shit out with Y/N. It’s clear the two of you are still in love, and you need to figure it out as adults,” Scott said, his sisters nodding. Chris took a deep breath, and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Chris walked up to your bedroom door, and took a deep breath before entering the room where he used to sleep in every night.

He opened the door, and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, your body still shaking. He smiled sadly, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the bed behind you, and rubbed your back gently.

“I’m sorry. Not just for what Myra said, but for everything. For breaking your heart, and for causing you so much pain. I didn't realize how much I was missing you too until we watched that music video and I saw how truly broken you were. I never noticed that before now. And I’m sorry I didn't. If I’d have, I could have fixed this sooner, and we could be together right now.” He said.

You furrowed your brows at his last sentence and sat up.

“W-What?” You asked, and Chris moved closer. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

“I still love you. So so much.” He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face. “You're my entire world, and not having you here is slowly breaking me apart. I didn't know just how much until today, but I can't live another day without you.” He said. “I’m so sorry I hurt you baby.” He sobbed, and his head buried itself into your hair. Your body shook with sobs too, and you turned around to face him.

“I love you too.” You sobbed out. “I never should have ended things, but-” You said, but were cut off by Chris’s lips on yours, and you felt yourself melting into it.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Don't. It was my fault, not yours. I am so sorry, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making up for it, I promise.” He said, as he stood the two of you up and led you out of the room, and to his.

“Where are we going?” You asked, and Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have to grab something.” He said. He opened his closet, and grabbed something out of the top corner before turning to you.

“I said I planned on spending the rest of my life making it up to you, and I plan on keeping that promise.” He said, as he got down on one knee. You gasped, as he opened the box and your dream engagement ring was inside. “I want you for the rest of my life, and the next. Will you marry me?” he asked, tears pouring down his face, just like yours.

You nodded enthusiastically, and Chris stood up. He placed the ring on your ring finger and scooped you up. “I love you,” You choked out, and Chris sobbed harder into you.

“I love you too, and I’m never letting you go.”

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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HCs abt an S/O of Lady D's who's struggling to get her daughters' approval? It's rarely addressed in fanfics, but y'all.. becoming a stepparent is a hard and frustrating journey, especially when mama and kids have such tight bonds. Makes small wins feel so rewarding, tho! What are your thoughts on that? How would D react, how would she help? (or make it harder, in true possessive Mother Hen™ fashion..) Which flybaby would warm up to S/O first? How would S/O try to win each of them over, etc..?

Oooh this is a really cool thought! Not that I have a lot of experience with stepparents but yeah, changes and adjustments in family dynamics like that can't be easy. I think I'm gonna have some fun with this.

When the Dimitrescu sisters found out you were the human dating their mother, at first they were mostly indifferent. Not like it's their business as to who Alcina gets it on with anyway (and they could also be thinking you would quickly turn to lunch if you fuck up badly enough, in which case they would gladly join her in the feast.)

They might quip with you sometimes, but for the most part, you're left alone.

But when they realized you were here to stay and might become a parental figure in their life... oh boy.

You're telling them they have to answer to you now? A mere mortal? On what grounds? Just because you have sex with their mom? They think the fuck not.

Hell, they're individually old enough to be your parent, so truly... what the fuck?

(Part of that fear of you joining the family may come from thinking that Alcina now has someone else to preoccupy herself with, so there's less time for them. Perhaps even less love for them. They can't have that. That can't happen.)

As for your partner's reaction? She's kind of torn. On one hand, she understands how her daughters feel about having a new family member suddenly join the dynamic -- someone they barely know relative to each other. You could have been around for a few years, but they've been all together for more than half a century, and they're doing just fine.

On the other, she wants to see you all getting along. She loves you and wants you to be a part of her life, and of course she also loves her daughters with all her heart.

She's not really sure what to do, so she kind of... ends up not doing anything.

But she is curious as to what you'll do about the situation though, since the sisters would hardly make it a secret that your presence is an annoyance at best, completely unwanted and unwelcome at worst.

Bela, surprisingly, might be the hardest to win over. You would think that, as the eldest, she should be the one to lead by example and be the mature one. Plus, she's always looking for her mother's approval, so approving of you may get her on her good side (and yours.)

But she's very opposed to change, especially one that affects her life this much when it's not her choice.

She lets Cassandra and Daniela get away with pulling harmless pranks on you to get under your skin, or make Alcina mad at you. She pretends to not have a direct hand in them and would passive-aggressively remark on whatever they did.

Oh, your clothes were misplaced and looking for new ones made you late to a date with the Lady? "None of them were very nice anyway. This is doing you a favor."

You found dog poop under your bed and now you reek? "I don't smell that much of a difference."

Getting doused in sticky honey and molasses somehow? "At least Mother has a reason to think you're sweet now."

They would never do anything to hurt you, not unless they want to incur their mother's wrath or sadness, just... little things (hopefully enough to get you to leave.)

But luckily, if you're a patient and persistent person, they (ever so) slowly warm up to you in different ways.

The most important thing to remember is that they're different people despite having a lot of things in common, so your manner of approaching them will have to vary for each sister.

Daniela might be the easiest to win over, such a sociable little fly. She might try to be standoffish at first, but if you bring up a book series that she enjoys reading as a topic for conversation, she can and will keep you there for hours talking about the characters, dissecting certain themes, and explaining her theories of the inner machinations of the plot.

If you actually start reading it upon her recommendation, she becomes ecstatic. Finally, someone other than her sisters she can explain these theories to! And someone who can actually relate and add on to them!

Eventually, she'll come to realize that having you around won't mean the end of their family. It just means they're getting more out of it -- a new member to love, and one who loves them.

Cassandra might be a little territorial about her current interests, so you'll have to take on a different approach.

Maybe try introducing her to something that peripherally matches what she likes now. She seems to really like hunting and torture to take her aggression out on, so uh... maybe try martial arts?

It would be more fun if it was something the both of you were new at, so you could bond over attempting to do things together. Nothing says "I want to get to know my stepdaughter better" like letting her throw you to the mat and laugh in excitement when she gets the technique right.

She is still very stubborn though, so she may take a while to fully convince. Even when it seems like you're on her good side, there's a tiny bit of denial. But she'll come around, no matter how reluctant.

Finally, as for Bela, she just needs to see that, though most of her family now genuinely likes you, that it doesn't have to change a thing about how they feel about her either. They're not going to abandon her or anything that drastic just because someone new has entered their lives.

Seeing her sisters approve of you can be jarring, no matter how long or gradual the process may have been. Like, weren't they switching out your shampoos and putting snakes in your closet last year? Why is everyone buddy buddy now? (Why are they leaving her behind?)

She'll start to act bitter toward everyone, feeling like she's been betrayed and shut herself away. She doesn't even want to see her own mother anymore.

But eventually, you have to talk to Alcina to do something too -- she could see you were making an effort, but she's not making it clear to her daughters what exactly was happening. She should be the first to approach Bela regarding the subject, along with her sisters.

You may need some time alone with her as well to drive the point home too. Having more people in the family doesn't mean less love, but in fact it means more, because now you're there to care for her too.

And she has to admit that seeing her mother care for you, having her sisters like you, it didn't really feel like they were any different towards her. They were more insistent in getting her to spend time with you, sure, but other than that... things were mostly the same.

The acceptance may be begrudging at first, but when she actually gets used to this new norm, she'll come around.

If you want to bond with her, you can teach her something. She likes learning new things, and she'll start to warm up to you more if she has reason to keep going to you to get this new information.

It can be anything -- music, arts, sports, cooking, you name it. Even introducing her to new technology will help get on her good side. You'd be surprised at how quickly she gets into it that you start to wonder why it was so hard to get her to like you in the first place.

Also, just talk to her. As a person, as your new daughter, whatever. Just acknowledge her and be honest. She appreciates the little things.

All in all, it's going to be tough. The journey will have its ups and downs, and not everything is going to be smooth sailing. Communication is key, though, as with any sort of relationship. Let the girls know you care for them just as much as you love and care for their mother. In a way, that's all they really want.

But they're not calling you "mom/dad/parental unit". First name basis with a stepparent (affectionate) all the way.

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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Needed You

Word Count: 1,551

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Reader, mentions of OC Characters

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, possible cliffhanger idk?

A/N: pls send requests for isaac i missed writing for him

A/N 2: bro wtf was this ep of TFAWS idek what I have to say abt it-

A/N 3: part two?

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You leaned against your locker, watching as Isaac ran down the hallway with his new friends, passing by you once again, without even noticing. He had a big smile on his face, which was never unusual, even through all his pain and hardships he always managed to stay happy. But this smile was different. It was more of an evil smile, something that made you uncomfortable.

That was only a small change of what happened with Isaac. New friends, new clothes, new attitude. If it wasn't for his hair, you wouldn’t be able to recognize the boy in front of you. Someone who used to be your best friend, who you’d rely on for everything, someone that you were there for.

As time went on, you had only assumed you would never lose Isaac. The bond the two of you had was unbreakable. Or so you thought. Your mother used to crack jokes about you marrying Isaac, due to the bond you had with him. You’d never felt that way about anyone else.

Your mind ran past the thought of your mom as you clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath. Your mother was gone, had been for a while. But not that anyone knew.

You sniffled softly, before hearing the bell ringing, while you entered the classroom.

“Partner up,” you heard your teacher say.

You kept your head down, before seeing the shadow of someone sitting next to you.

“Partners?” you heard Isaac's voice as you sighed softly.

“Actually…” you started.

“Oh, c’mon we both know that you don't like anyone else,” he instantly began to tease you as you rolled your eyes, annoyed.

He was trying to act as nothing happened, and that he didn't spend all those past months ignoring you completely.

“Fine,” you replied softly.

You rested your head on your hand before looking at the board, doing the assignment.

---

“Are you scared?” Isaac's voice was small as the two of you stood in front of Beacon Hills High.

“No, are you?” you lied, looking up at the building.

“No,” he replied.

“Are you lying?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

You reached for his hand, before taking a big breath.

“It’s okay, Isaac. Remember, we’ll always have each other, right?” you asked softly.

He nodded his head, before the two of you gave a small smile to each other, before opening the door, entering your new school for the first time.

---

“(Y/N)!” Isaac ran down the hall, making his way to you as you scratched your forehead, before turning around to face him.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“I went by your house last night? You didn't tell me you moved?” he asked, frowning slightly.

You dug your nails into your palms before nodding your head.

“I live with my uncle now,” you replied.

“Your uncle? I thought you hated your uncle,” he replied.

“He’s not that bad,” you muttered, opening your locker.

“Well, you told me that he has a drinking problem. And he gets scary and mean,” your eyes watered slightly before you rubbed them away.

“I don’t really have a choice,” you said.

“Why not? What about your mom?” he asked.

“I have to go to class, Isaac,” you closed your locker, taking a deep breath before you walked away from him.

---

“Isaac?” you knocked at his door, walking in slowly as he wrapped his arms around himself, rocking slightly.

The lights were off, you could barely make out his figure.

“Isaac,” you walked further into his room, turning on a lamp next to his bed while he flinched.

“Sorry,” you walked to him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“My mom-” his voice broke as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I know, I know,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, rocking with him slightly before he buried his head in your arms.

“I want her back,” he cried softly.

You buried your face in his hair, resting your head on top of his as he cried softly, clinging onto you tightly.

“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Isaac. I’m right here,” you continued to caress his back, before the two of you laid down onto his bed, continuing to hold each other before slowly drifting off to sleep.

---

“(Y/N)!” you poked your head up, hearing someone calling your name from outside your house as you frowned.

You walked towards your window, seeing Isaac standing in the backyard.

“Isaac, what the hell are you-” you started.

“Open the window!” he yelled.

You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused as you opened the window, waiting a minute before he climbed in.

You immediately took notice to his bruises and cuts as you gasped, leading him to your bed.

“What the hell happened to you?!” you yelled.

“Keep it down! I don't want your mom to hear!” he whispered loudly.

You looked out the door, before closing it.

“D-Did you get into a-a fight or something? Oh my god,” you ran to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit.

His eyes instantly watered.

“This is gonna sting,” you pressed the alcohol wipe to his wound, hearing him wince.

“What happened to you?” your eyes began to water as you looked at his broken figure.

“M-My… My dad. H-He just got s-so mad, and…” he couldn't finish his words before he bit his lip, taking a shaky breath.

You felt your heart drop as you continued cleaning his wounds.

“Isaac…” your voice broke.

“I messed up, really, really badly,” he cried softly.

“No, i-it’s not your fault. God, we need to tell my mom, she can help,” you started, reaching for your door.

“No!” he ran to you, pulling you back.

“Isaac!” you started.

“No! You can’t tell anyone,” he shook his head.

“What? Isaac…”

“No! (Y/N), please. I’m begging you just please don't say a word to anyone,” he cried softly, holding your hands.

“H-How am I supposed to help you?”

“I don't need you to help me. I just need my best friend to be here for me,” his eyes were bloodshot as you cried softly.

You nodded your head, before wrapping your arms around his shaking figure.

“Can I spend the night?” he asked.

“Of course you can,” you sniffled.

He nodded softly, as you led him to your bed, laying down with him.

---

“Why do you keep running away from me? (Y/N),” you wiped the tears from your eyes as you continued walking, hearing Isaac calling behind you.

“I had a really long day. I just want to go home, Isaac,” you replied, trying to hide your feelings.

“Why do you keep ignoring me?” you clenched your jaw, exhaling harshly as you continued walking.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled.

You froze, before letting out a frustrated sigh, turning to face him as his face dropped slightly.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.

“I just need you to leave me alone,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)-”

“Stop, Isaac! Stop acting like we’re friends again! Stop acting like everything can go back to normal and we’re friends after you spend months avoiding me!” you yelled, taking him by surprise as he jumped slightly.

“I know, but-”

“There’s no but! All I want is for you to leave me alone, so why can’t you just do that?” your tears were falling freely as he kept quiet, unsure of what to say.

“I just wanted things to go back to before. I thought if I acted like nothing happened, we would be okay,” he said softly.

“It’s too late to pretend nothing happened,” your voice broke as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Isaac, I've been by your side for as long as I can remember. I’ve always been there for you whenever you needed me. B-But…” you could barely make it through your sentence before your voice wavered.

“I needed you when my mom died but you just avoided me. And you kept avoiding me a-and ignoring me. You made me feel like I didn't matter to you, that our friendship meant nothing. That hurt. I don’t need you coming back here and making all that pain come back,” you cried softly.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). You have to believe me, I-I wanted to be with you, I wanted to be by your side but I couldn't. I can’t explain and I know it sounds so shitty and I know what I did to you was terrible,” he stroked your cheek softly, looking down at you.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am or how much you mean to me. I-I need you as much as you need me. Please, just-” you moved away from him as he paused.

“I need you to leave me alone. I don’t need you in my life,” you saw his tears falling from his eyes as your heart began to ache more and more.

“I have to get home, I’m running late,” you sniffled, before you wiped your eyes.

“Goodbye, Isaac,” you walked away from him as he stood frozen, holding back his cries.

Your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest as you ran down the street, holding in your cries.

You knew you needed him, but you couldn't go through that pain, not again.

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saintobio · 3 years

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pls sera,, gojo is grieving,, he just lost one of the most important person in his life and ur concerned abt why he wouldn't spare u a glance💀 bitch please

AND AAAAAAAAAAA GEN WOW SHE JUST ✨SHOWED UP✨ and i can already feel her v domineering presence like she ain't someone u can cross,, have fun with that sera HAH

and🥺 that lil ice cream date,, pls the fluff in this fic is rare that seeing these moments got me putting down my phone for a few seconds just to calm my heart

and yn buying face masks💀 girl could have bought expensive clothes and jewelry but she was like "no expensive face masks are more worth it" i could just see yn as someone who buys appliances and other stuff for the house

and shit gojo finds out abt her angina 💀💀 wonder what's he gonna do from here on out,,, would he still "let her go" 😩😩

lmao dad!gojo and mom!yn arc is starting

Anonymous said

OH MY GOD THIS CHAPTERRRRR

last line hit me SO HARD I can’t—

Man everything with sera just pissed me off how can she be so entitled???? Gojo dumped her ass and she needs to understand that and become her own woman

Hurt to see yuuta in pain and not be able to tell anyone :(( hope he tells someone soon and eula gets hella karma

Love seeing gojo being good n respectful to his wife AS HE SHOULD (he doesn’t deserved her YET but he’s getting there)

I don’t know how you manage to write chapter after chapter of like,,, immaculate can’t-stop-reading writing. Every chapter with a lil cliff hanger just has me counting down the days til I can read more of your fabulous writing! The characters personalities and development are so well thought out and the storyline and plot overall is just so intriguing and attention-catching!!!

Keep up the beautiful work and don’t overwork yourself homie!!

@honeesucker said

Saint you are honestly my favorite writer, I look forward to your post/ms, and for SN every week. I appreciate so much (and I’m sure everyone else does too!) how much time and effort and care you put into your writing. Make sure to always take care of yourself first! Thank you for putting your work out there for people to read! 💖💕

@selenelle said

At this point I won't be surprised if S*era found out y/n is pregnant she would think y/n use it to blackmail Satoru 🙄 why didn't Dadjo found S*ra during funeral UGH (I know ofc its your right as a writer) ((but lemme imagine Dadjo had her dragged out by security personnels to keep my sanity in check))))) 😌😌😌

I found Satoru and Toji's little interaction endearing. Is it me reading too much or I think they both had mutual agreement that it was for y/n's sake. Toji covered it up for y/n, and Satoru nodded knowing Toji did it to rather protect y/n instead of Satoru x y/n reputation.

I found it endearing too that Satoru asked for y/n kiss as a payback for the face mask :") they went through a lot and I'm glad they still got to be playful in a way, y/n willingly kissed Satoru and her still being comfortable with Satoru's hands on her things and waist :((( I still firmly believe they need to heal individually even though now Idk if it's need to be done solely by divorce or temporary separation would be a better option

I want to 👏applause👏 you for S*ra in this chapter. She is someone capable of love, it is clear that her filial love for her siblings run deep. Probably she deep down loves her mum too, but her scar caused by her parents were deeper than the love for her mum itself. It just, when it comes to romantic love, she has it the wrong way. S*ra is pretty, smart, and hardworking. Of couse she would think highly of herself, but the world indeed do not revolve around her fantasy. I hope she will accept, one day, that everything she did for Satoru after their break up was rather based on her insecurity because being pretty smart and hardworking is apparently not enough to keep a man to love you especially when it wasn't even healthy in the first place.

Am excited for what you have in store for Momjo and Satoru! Also me think Jiro will work for Momjo :-)

Anyway, well done (AGAIN) Saint!!! I read it 2x already and I kinda cried I think the tears would be enough to water my garden. I hope you have restful days during your break and come back to your readers healthier mentally and physically whenever you're ready ♡

Anonymous said

this isnt really an ask but just my thoughts on the new chapter!

honestly the end of this chapter makes me so worried about y/n especially with the condition of her heart and her eventually having to give birth is honestly very scary and probably very risky. im also starting to love the connection between y/n and gojo build up again but i can't really tell if its genuine or just because y/n knows 1. gojo has a lot on his plate right now and isn't in the right place to take care and handle it himself 2. she knows shes pregnant and doesn't want to carry on with the divorce now that theyre having a kid and/or 3. both. also i was thinking of creating a playlist for SN because i feel like a lot of the songs i listen to could connect with the story.

thank you so much for this chapter and im glad you're taking a well deserved break! you're writing is amazing and i genuinely don't think ive been this invested in any fan fiction as much as i am with SN so again, thank you and take care of yourself!!

(this is my first time sending one of these so sorry if its all over the place)

- z

@nekonanamii said

SN was the series that made me make a tumblr account just so I could continue reading it after I got recommended it on a discord server

I honestly look forward to it so much (and hate Sera with a passion lol) aaahhh I can’t wait to know what happens next with each chapter ✨

@asdfghjkl7things said

Hi! Make sure you have a long week of rest! You deserve it really after writing chap 14! Enjoy your rest daysss hehehe 🥰

What a great chapter as usual and I’m so freaking happy that y/n is preggy and Both of them are happy 💕

Lots of love to ya! *pats ur back and hugs ya!*

@japanesevenom said

Oh my god saint I knew the fucking lemon bars were sus my hod oh my god oh my god I hope she doesn’t stay just because she’s pregnant is she going to keep the baby I have so many questions I’m just crying I love this so much

thank you for sending your thoughts n theories guys <33 n also for the kind words <33 i enjoy going through all of the messages in my ask box to read your reactions :’)

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #tw.pregnancy

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that thing you just wrote abt neil hurting steve and everything? imagine all the hurt/comfort and GUILT that billy feels, feeling that it's his fault Steve got hurt, I headcanon that he hates hates hates seeing steve hurt

i can see billy just outright avoiding steve for a good two weeks.

like neil is in jail and susan is working on getting a restraining order and everything is evening out again.

but billy, poor billy hasn’t been awake these past few days. he’s been walking and talking just like a normal billy, but he’s in a daze, not registering much. he doesn’t understand the words people say to him because there are so many thoughts in his head already.

steve has called, multiple times, and every time max answers and calls for billy, he shuts down the conversation quick.

one time, steve even showed up to the house, parking next to billy’s camaro and knocking on the door.

billy opened the door with a stern, hard face.

“hey,” steve sighed out, posture relaxing, “i’ve been trying to call you all week and you’ve been—“

“you shouldn’t be here,” billy says to steve

“you shouldn’t think of me anymore,”

“what?” steve’s eyebrows scrunch together and it pulls on the scabs on his face. “billy, what is this about? why not?”

“i—i don’t understand. why not?”

“because you’re better than this, steve!” billy shouted, not worried about bothering any neighbor or one of the girls in the house. “bad things happen to people around me, don’t you see that!?”

“things aren’t working out and i can’t talk to you anymore...please,”

“but i already got hurt for you, billy!” steve shouted right back, “i got hurt for you, because of you, and i still want to come back!”

“you got hurt... because of me?”

“you’ll get sick of it, steve! when you keep getting hurt, you’re gonna leave for your own safety, so just bite the bullet now and get on with your life!”

“no. it was my own fault, not yours. never yours,”

the door slammed in steve’s face and neither boy separated by the wooden door dared to move, dared to breathe.

all this time, this whole conversation, every time billy blinked, steve turned into harry.

harry’s blonde hair would replace steve’s, steve and would shrink a half foot to be harry’s height, but their eyes stayed the same.

those beautiful, doe, bambi eyes that billy would jump off a cliff for. harry’s eyes. steve’s eyes.

billy thought of harry. harry, who at 15 knew more about love and happiness than billy still knows now.

harry, who had been the only person in california since billy’s mom to actually ask ‘how are you doing, billy’ and really want a response. wanted to know how he was.

steve did that, too.

but neil was a spark and billy was the gasoline, but everything he touched got infected too, ready to be lit up in flames at a moments notice.

nobody in billy’s life was or is ever going to be safe from the spark.

max’s head peaked around the corner, just in time for her to see billy turn towards his room while wiping at his eyes.

max rushed to the front door once billy’s bedroom door shut and searched for steve outside.

he was getting into his car when max approached him.

“you have to give him time,”

“yeah, time,” steve grumbled, “what so he can break up with me again?”

“that wasn’t billy breaking up with you, steve,”

he scoffed in disbelief, “oh, it wasn’t? well i dread the day he does, because that hurt worse than neil beating me up!”

“he wasn’t breaking up with you steve, he’s trying to get you to break up with him,”

“that’s ridiculous,”

“that’s billy,” steve just ignored her and went to open his car door, “look, steve, he had a boyfriend... before. neil found out and billy hasn’t been the same. and a lot of things in his life have... gone wrong and he’s just waiting for you to leave him, just like everything else,”

“but i want to stay!” steve shouted frustratedly, “i call him every day and show up to his house and all he does is yell at me like it’s my fault!”

“he doesn’t think it’s your fault, he thinks it’s his,”

“it’s not, though, and i don’t know how to make him see that!”

“you can’t give up, steve,” max begged as her and steve argued in the driveway, “please don’t give up on him, not yet, at least. please,”

steve stood with a hand on the hood of his car as he worried his lip, fingers tapping in an anxious way and his face was blank with thought.

“...fine,” steve spat out and slammed his door shut.

he started marching towards the house and swung the door open, giving a kind smile to susan before turning to billy’s room.

“you don’t get to decide what i do! not now, not in the future!”

billy was standing in the middle of his room, standing with half his jeans off and shirtless as he saw an angry steve in the doorway.

“steve,—“

“no! no, you don’t get to say ‘steve’ in that pretending it’s for my well-being voice! i decide what is safe for me to do and what isn’t safe for me to do, and, billy hargrove, you are the best thing i’ve got and i’m not letting you walk away because you’re scared,”

the boys stood quietly, stubbornly not talking to one another, lest the other succeed to their point of view.

“do you remember that night at my house, in april, when we were doing homework?” steve asked quietly, getting billy’s attention. “it was one of the first times we were hanging out just to... be around each other.

“anyway, you were reading these little paragraphs for english and had to write something about them—i don’t really remember your assignment—but you tapped the table twice and i looked up from my calculus papers.

“you smiled at me and read this paragraph about a girl standing up for herself. the last sentence that you said was ‘bravery is not the absence of fear, but the courage to do the right thing despite that fear,’ do you remember that?”

billy nodded, reluctantly.

“then...” steve took slow steps, shoes clicking on the hardwood as he approached billy.

steve’s soft hands pulled at billy’s calloused ones, gripping them a bit tighter than necessary. “will you be brave with me?”

and billy, with his jeans still around his ankles and no other clothes on but his purple and blue plaid boxers, pulled steve in for a long, loving kiss.

“i’ll be brave,” billy spoke, almost directly in steve’s face for as close as they were, “but i’m still scared,”

“me too,” steve smiled, giggling like a toddler, but overjoyed with his afternoon plans going better than expected.

#after this steve isn’t allowed out of billy’s sight for the next forever #stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing #i’d like to say i got two asks about this and the other one is gonna be the hurt/comfort aftermath #but yeah i really like this and i’m proud of it

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