#he went through the five stages of grief in two minutes

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream having a secret relationship with their member's sister.

Mark Lee

Jeno is a bit protective of you, that's why he went through through five stages of grief when he caught you making out with their leader. He'll be in denial first but quickly jumped on your boyfriend. Jeno told the members that you're off-limits and he goes home to this scene!? You have to pull your brother off from Mark and have to give him a long-hour explanation about your relationship with Mark. "Fine just, don't make-out here!" Jeno shouts before storming to his room. 

Huang Renjun

HEADS IN HAND, Donghyuck just went through hell when he learned that you're dating RENJUN. He'll convince you that you can date anyone just not Renjun, (Renjun then proceeds to give him a headlock.) But it was funny to see your brother dramatically cry when he caught Renjun giving you a backhug while you do the dishes. You have to smack him out of him and told him that it's been going on for months. When Donghyuck calms down, he'll give Renjun a warning jokingly but it backfires him.

Lee Jeno

Jisung will be eyes wide when he caught you and Jeno having a late-night date in a convenience store. His older sister and his favorite hyung together ?????? He'll be frozen there until you have to go out and tap him out. It'll be an awkward date instead with your younger brother as a third wheel. Jeno will be the first one to clear up the air, he'll directly explain to Jisung his intentions to you and the little chick will be just, :O. "I trust you hyung, just...I'm just shocked, woah." his hands covering his open mouth. 

Lee Donghyuck

Your brother Jaemin probably have hunches that you are dating Donghyuck, that's why when he saw you two cuddling in Donghyuck's bed, it was his "Gotcha!" moment. Jaemin's going to be that annoying brother who cockblocks Donghyuck at every chance he can. It went to the point where your boyfriend complained to you about Jaemin. You'll laugh it off but will eventually complain it to your brother who will only stuck out his tongue as a response. 

Na Jaemin

It didn't take a few minutes for Mark to process everything when he visits your apartment and unfortunately, your boyfriend Jaemin was also there. It'll be in the very worst scenario because Jaemin just went out of your room SHIRTLESS. Mark went through everything in just a few minutes until he turned rational and gave Jaemin a man-to-man talk. He had Jaemin sit in the sofa and just gave him the 'talk' while you peek from the kitchen, finding the scenario cute. 

Zhong Chenle

The three of you are very close, and would go out together. That's why Renjun will be very confused when he saw that you and Chenle went out shopping without him. Renjun will send you two tons of messages until Chenle eventually gave in. "You're disturbing out date!" Chenle screams and sends it as a voice message. When Renjun hears it, he didn't hesitate to grab his coat if it wasn't for the other members to calm him down and strained him from leaving the dorm. (Chenle asked them to do it.)

Park Jisung

It was an accident. Jisung was showing Chenle something from his phone when your message popped out of the notification. Jisung was quick to swipe it off but Chenle was even quicker to see who the message from. Chenle will constantly tease Jisung about you until the maknae gives in. Chenle will eventually leave him alone with a small warning where if ever Jisung breaks your heart, your brother will break his knees. It was a joke but Jisung took it seriously. 

#nct dream #nct fic #nct imagines #nct #nct dream fic #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct mark #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

[hazbinwhoree]

Adam x f!reader

after a one night stand with Adam, around a month or two later she reveals she’s pregnant with his kid..

his reaction and maybe his life when the baby arrives him failing at changing a diaper

him falling asleep on the couch watching tv with his baby on his chest with a tiny spot of drool on his shirt 🥹

bonus

Lute holding the child and then the baby pukes on her

Father Adam

Adam and (Name) had been friends for a long time. Just friends. Until one drunken night, they can’t pretend anymore, and they hookup. The one night stand shakes their friendship, and they don’t talk nearly as much over the next two months.

That’s why Adam is so surprised when he opens his door to find (Name) in tears.

“(Name), what’s wrong?” “Can I come in? You should maybe sit down for this.”

Adam has absolutely no idea what (Name) is about to throw at him, letting her in and sitting next to her on his couch. (Name) pulls something out of her pocket and hands it to Adam. Adam felt the world stop. It was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

He’s silent for a long minute before shakily asking, “You’re sure it’s mine?”

(Name) hits his arm. “Yes, I’m sure, you’re the only guy I’ve fucked in like a year.”

Adam is silent again, before snapping out of his daze and taking (Name)’s hands into his. “I… I love you.” The tension that had been between them since the one night stand was finally put into words.

Tears poured down her face as she threw her arms around Adam’s neck. Adam pulled her into his lap and (Name) buries her face in his neck. “I love you too.”

The nine months flew by, Adam and (Name) learning to live as a couple before they had to learn how to live as parents.

Luckily, years of friendship made it easy, and their relationship had very few bumps.

Adam was fast asleep when he was abruptly awoken by (Name) shaking him, telling him when he woke in a small, scared voice, “My water broke and I’m having contractions.”

19 hours later, their son was born. Adam, the egotistical bitch he is, insisted on naming their son Adam as well. (Name) allowed it, and they celebrated the arrival of Adam Jr.

They took him home a day later, and Adam basically went through the five stages of grief. He loves his kid and he’s proud to be a father of a child he actually wanted, but he realizes he has no idea how to be a dad, and is now worried he’s going to fuck up his son.

(Name) assures him he won’t fuck up their child and Adam finds himself believing her.

The first night, Adam sleeps straight through the baby crying. The second night, the same thing happened. The third night, (Name) shook him awake and grumbled “Your turn.”

Adam drowsily made his way to the nursery, and crying baby at three in the morning was now his least favorite thing. He sighed, picking his son up out of his crib and carrying him with him to the kitchen.

He bounced and shushed baby Adam while he prepared a bottle of milk. Thank god it was simple enough, all he had to do was heat it up. When he was done and bringing the bottle to his son’s lips, he immediately stopped crying and Adam sighed in relief.

Adam never woke up from the baby crying, he slept like a rock, but (Name) would wake him up and they took turns with the night feedings.

Once Adam half woke up to see (Name) breastfeeding their son in bed next to him. “Me next,” he murmured, before promptly passing back out.

The one thing Adam couldn’t seem to get a handle on was changing diapers. His son had peed on him twice. And something about baby poop smelled especially bad, and he gagged everytime he had to change a poop diaper.

He was such a baby about it that (Name) did most of the diaper changes.

Three months in, and (Name) had two favorite memories.

The first one was when she’d come home from the store to find Adam asleep on the couch, baby Adam asleep on his chest. Despite being knocked out, Adam still had a secure grip on the baby. They were both drooling. Like father like son.

The second was when Lute was holding baby Adam and finally getting comfortable holding a baby when he suddenly threw up on her shirt.

Adam thought it was hilarious. Lute did not.

Adam isn’t the world’s greatest dad by any means, but he’s trying his best.

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #fluff #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #hazbin valentino #hazbin lucifer #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #oneshots #oneshot

[mayxo-hxh]

As autistic coded as Illumi is, he is also EXTREMELY Bpd coded. Here's a thread abt why that would be, from a person with bpd. 🧵

Everything about his character screams a person that feels so so much but forcefully tones his feelings down so hard to the point where they seem nonexistent.

On the exterior he seems like he couldn't care less about most things and is a very calm and controlled person. However, his emotions shine the brightest when the topic of interest is a person he cares about.

This is ESPECIALLY shown in the election arc where he reveals much of his emotions to the audience. He gets two whole bloodlust scenes this arc.

One with extreme anger

and one with extreme joy.

When Hisoka provoked him, it took absolutely zero transition for him to immediately spike his bloodlust and aura to GREAT amounts to the point of engulfing the entire MOUNTAIN and reaching Killua from SO far away.

And in the same exact second it happened, it ended just as quickly the moment he noticed Killua running away. That is a CLASSIC negative mood swing example if I've ever seen one. One extreme emotion in one second, gone in the other.

On the other hand, his second bloodlust had a small transition, one that still did not give you the expectation of what truly came after.

He is seen watching Killua on his phone and the moment Nanika healed gon, showing Killua can use her on command with no consequences and also showing her immense power, he was absolutely overjoyed. So much in fact that he exploded in maniac laughter and aura a second after merely giving it a small laugh.

We get a hint at his bloodlust incoming in that moment, but NEVER predict just how MUCH would actually come out. Classic euphoric mood swing number two.

When he encountera Killua with Hisoka in the background at the end, he is pretty much shown going through the five stages of grief in mere minutes the moment his own butlers turn on him and allow Nanika to come out.

denial, anger, depression...

bargaining.......

and finally, acceptance. acceptance that he was going to be traded by killua not only for a friend, but for the rest of the family's lives.

He was so very clearly unhappy about it at the beginning, yet came to acceptance in mere seconds the moment nanika came out. He bargained with himself, Killua shouldnt be able to wish twice, then accepted. even if he could, thats okay. go ahead, kill me!

and then theres also the way he just switches from a very :DDD to >:| mood in like one panel short hello he is so coded

Even more; Usually bpd is either caused through trauma or inherited. and you can definitely argue that illumi went through enough "training" for the former but. is his behavior not. familiar to yall. not at all???? im just saying......... I know someone else in the zoldyck family that has intense mood swings!

if there is one person in the family that shows their unfiltered emotions and switches from being calm to screaming in distress in a single second, its going to be this woman. she gave birth to a son thats a literal copy of her. she ctrl c'd and ctrl v'd.

and i dont exactly know what this next one has to do with the thread but why was bro normal for one second then turned into this i mean im not complaining hes still hot and ill claim him as my bpd son regardless

anyways yes this was the thread have fun with this interpretation slash analysis however u like 👍

#hxh #hunter x hunter #illumi #illumi zoldyck #my post #my analysis #hxh analysis #hunter x hunter analysis #character analysis #bpd

[mountingpulisic]

YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?

part one

It had been a total of two days since you broke up with christian, yet that didn’t stop him from sending multiple texts or calling a dozen times a day. you had gone as far as blocking his number, not needing the constant reminder of his infidelity. 

your brothers had called you on three-way after your fight with christian, asking you if they needed to drive down to cobham and teach the pretty boy a lesson. you dismissed their protectiveness and assured them you were able to deal with this heartbreak on your own. 

you were an absolute wreck nonetheless, it felt as if someone came and ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it repeatedly. 

it was as if you were going through the seven stages of grief, but you had skipped the first four steps. 

the first night of your heartbreak you had cried. you cried watching the movie, someone great, you cried when you saw his favorite ice cream in the freezer and you cried when you had to fall asleep alone.

the second night of your heartbreak, you cried a little less. slowly accepting the harsh reality that the one person who promised to never hurt you, had. 

now here you were, at one o’clock in the afternoon, blasting taylor swift. christian had always asked why you sang with so much emotion to her break up songs even though you two were perfectly fine, you had told him that you were an empath, she made you feel her pain. 

at the moment however, you wonder if she felt yours as you belt the lyrics of babe. 

there was a light knocking at your front door as your favorite verse had started to approach, one that you could now relate to. 

“since you admitted it, i keep picturing it. her lips on your neck, i can’t uns-” your singing had come to a dramatic stop when the one person you were singing about, stood in front of you with the said girl you were also singing about. 

you went to close the door but christian’s hand had halted the movement. 

“five minutes. i am asking you for five minutes to let me explain.” christian pleaded, removing his hand from the door when he felt certain you weren’t going to shut it.  

“this is my sister’s friend rileigh, she is in town with her boyfriend on a business trip. I ran into her while we were both leaving the bar, y/n. I didn’t plan on meeting her there, i was actually with mason and ben. you would’ve known that if you had answered any of their calls.” 

you squinted your eyes at him in disbelief, was he really catching an attitude with you when he was the one caught cheating? 

christian qued rileigh to speak, jerking his head towards you when facing her. 

the pictures posted in the article didn’t do her any justice, she was a mix of bella hadid and freaking beyonce for crying out loud. 

“he is telling the truth, y/n.” you wanted to rip your hair out, her voice was even attractive. “ i tripped over my heels and grabbed onto his arm to steady myself, my boyfriend is even in the pictures, just a few feet behind us.” 

you didn’t know who her boyfriend was nor did you care, you weren’t looking at anyone else in the photo but her and christian, you didn’t need to analyze the people around them too. 

“then where’s your boyfriend now?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest, looking between them both, wondering where the one person who could help prove their case was.

“he is in the car, i can go get him if you want me to?” rileigh had offered. when you had just stared at her back she took that as a sign that she needed to go retrieve her boyfriend in order for you to believe christian. 

with rileigh walking off to go grab their star witness, it left you and christian in an uncomfortable silence. 

“you got a lot of nerve, pulisic. bringing your other woman to my doorstep, way to rub it.” you whispered shouted at the dumbfounded brunette, christian couldn’t believe you still thought he cheated on you.  

“do you hear yourself right, y/n? who in their right mind has all the evidence in front of them but still chooses to believe a magazine company whose livelihood depends on stirring shit up? and are you seriously listening to taylor swift right now?!” 

before you could respond back to him, rileigh was walking up the stairs hand in hand with her so-called boyfriend, she could’ve pulled him off the street for all you knew. 

“now do you believe me? this is her boyfriend, y/n. this is justin.” 

eyeing the couple in front of you, you couldn’t deny their obvious chemistry, he was holding her tightly around the waist as she leaned into him. 

“I’m not sure if i e-” christian had shrieked loudly interrupting you. 

digging into his pocket to retrieve his phone, he had tapped on it harshly a few times before he shoved it in your face. his screen reflected the same article you had read a few days ago.

“look closely, don’t focus on rileigh and i, focus on our surroundings.” pinching the screen, christian enlarged the photo for you. 

lord behold, there stood justin behind rileigh, holding on her waist as she gripped christian’s forearm, supporting the fact that she indeed had tripped and was using christian to break her fall. 

mouth opening and closing, you couldn’t find any words to stubbornly argue back and christian had realized this, his smirk growing an inch per second knowing he proved you wrong. 

you go to argue another theory but christian shuts you up by lightly pushing you back into your apartment with him following behind. you heard him thank the couple for their assistance and close the door. 

“I take payments for an apology only in the form of sex.” christian cheekily said as he made his way towards you, not being able to keep the smile off his face. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. you rolled your eyes playfully as you melted in his touch. 

you felt like a complete idiot for even believing the article. however to your defense your emotions were at an all-time high after reading the scandalous title and seeing the picture for the first time. you had also felt ashamed of yourself for not trusting christian. 

“i’m sorry, baby. i shouldn’t have ever dou-” you were cut off by christian pressing his lips to yours, the two of you moved in sync as christian overpowered you for dominance of the kiss. needing to catch a breath, you two had separated, lips however still ghosting over one another. 

“I don’t care what you have to say because i know if it was you pictured closely with another man i would’ve reacted the same. y/n, i need you to know that you’re it for me. there’s no other girl that can make me feel the way you do, there’s no other girl that i want to have my last name, there’s no other girl y/n. I forgive you princess.  now i just want to forget that these past two days ever happened okay?” pecking you lightly on the lip, christian pulled you into an intimate brace. 

“christian, im seriously so sorry baby. what can i do to make it up to you?” you asked, pulling away slightly to admired his face. 

his famous grin started to make an appearance, bringing along his dimples this time.

startling you, he cupped his hands from right under your ass cheeks, swiftly picking you up and heading towards your bedroom.

 “I did say i only take apologies in the form of sex, princess.” throwing you down onto the bed, christian was swift to dispose of his shirt, showing off his toned biceps as he pulled the fabric off his body. slowly making his way towards you, christian began to kiss delicately on your thighs before he made his way up to your lips to kiss you hungrily. 

after a moment of passionately making out, christian pulled apart from you suddenly. 

“what? what is it?” you asked frantically, missing the warmth of his body pressed up against you. 

“my key, i want my key back y/n.” 

you were astonished at the moment; he had interrupted foreplay for a damn key? 

“okay christian, i will give you back your key after, now cmon.” you said pulling him back into the kiss but he stubbornly held his arm out to create distant between the two of you. 

“key first, then sex.” he sternly said, crossing his arms to physically tell you he wasn’t budging until he got it back. 

grumbling loudly, you dramatically got out of bed to go retrieve the stupid key he was whining about, christian was sure to give your ass a firm smack as you climbed out. 

as you sought after the key, christian sat content in your bed. he wasn't playing again games when it came to winning you back, and he proved that to you.

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic imagine

[point-8]

SAY IT! FEAT:diluc, kaeya and zhongli

DILUC

okay...he doesn't get it

he goes through all 5 stages of grief before you tell him that it was just a prank

he thinks pranks are pointless

didn't find it funny 🥲 "are you working in the tavern tonight luc'?" you were both getting ready, it was your day off so you were still in bed, having plans on returning to sleep once he left. diluc was in his base layer of clothing, a simple white collared shirt, and some black pants. "i should be...so ill be home late. don't stay up" diluc was now moving onto the second layer of his work attire, a dark vest with gold-color buttons. "wasn't planning on it, plus i might go have dinner with a friend tonight, so ill be in town if you need me tonight." he looked so handsome in the full-size mirror buttoning up the vest as he stole glances back at you. and soon enough you crashed back into the soft duvet and tried to get back to sleep "darling ill be off, i love you." he walked over to the bed, expecting a groggy 'i love you too' , but he heard nothing. diluc knew you were awake, nobody could fall asleep that fast. seeing your slight smile, he knew you were up to something. "i love you?" he tried to lightly shake you, seeing if you were just half-asleep and couldn't respond. but instead of an 'i love you too' he just got a little laughter "what's so funny? do you not return my feelings anymore?" "you really can't take a prank luc'?!" you sat up from bed, wrapping your arms around him "of course i love you too, how could i not?" you just heard him huff which, in turn, made you smile a bit "you're getting too much like kaeya" you heard him quietly grumble, but you knew he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

KAEYA

he'll just do it back to you

he knows it's a prank, you're a little to obvious

kaeya always knows ways for him to get back at you, if thats making you pay or just doing the same thing to you, he will always get you back "tonight was really fun kaeya, thank you!" you two were walking hand-in-hand back to the shared house. it was overall a great night, kaeya took you to dinner and then walked you around mondstat, showing you secret places only knights knew about. "of course it was, you spent it with me." with a slight chuckle, he grabbed you closer as you walked up the steps and unlocked the door "god..im so tired" kaeya groaned and whined as he crashed on the couch to catch his breath and rest his eyes. "im gonna get changed ok?" you went down and kissed his forehead as the bluenette hummed in agreement. and five minutes later, you hear footsteps making their way up the stairs. not even caring to shower. he just stripped down to his boxers and jumped into bed with you. "you're disgusting." you slightly pushed his head away "but you still love me, don't you?" he managed to get closer to your face and pulled your cheeks, cooing at you "kaeya im not a baby, stop" you swat his hands away and got back into your former position to fall asleep. "well in that case, i love you darling see you in the morning." he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, resting his head in the corner of your neck. "i said i love you." he grumbled, you could tell he was tired too "i don't love people who smell" "fine then, i don't love bitches." you let out a gasp as he took his hands off you and rolled to the other side of the bed, leaving you slightly cold. "god.. fine kaeya i love you too." now it was your turn to deal with his bullshit, and he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

ZHONGLI

someone please help him

you have to walk him through every single joke you make

this man has some accent ass humor tf

he would take it to heart if you don't say you love him (please make him feel better rn) stirring from your sleep, you heard footsteps, doors opening and closing, and running water. you never knew why zhongli got up so early, it was just a habit. it's not like you minded, at this hour anyone could fall asleep so easily. checking the clock above the dresser. the hands pointed to 4 and 9...it was 4:45 you groaned and tucked your head back under the blankets as you heard the water turn off and zongli enter the room again. "did i wake you?" "no no" you answered from under the blankets, voice groggy since it hadn't been used in a few hours "just woke up on accident, you keep doing what you were doing." "well, in that case, would you like to go on a walk with me this morning? it's lovely outside. all the flowers are blooming" the thought of even moving seemed miserable "it's good for health, it gets blood moving-" "maybe later?" you were already getting ready to head back to sleep. and going on a walk with him was a death trap, all he would do is take loops around and tell you every memory that happened. "well then. ill be on my way darling, i love you" he walked over and pushed your hair back to give you a kiss. then just waited above you. "what?" you said, opening your eyes to look at him, stifling a burst of laughter "have your feelings gone away for me y.n? you usually say i love you back. have i done something to upse-" "zhongli...it was a prank" "how is that a prank? you just sounded like i've made you upset." "it's funny though." "no it's not" "ok dear, i love you too" you took him into a big hug to wish him off, also as an apology. but once that door was closed, you busted out laughing. zhongli might've been one of the densest men you've ever met in your whole life. but it was also cute.

HELP BRO I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE A MONTH PLEASE FORGIVE ME anws school is almost out (kms) if anyone has any requests pleaasssseee send them in im running out of ideas😭

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[spvencersreid]

(Fem!reader x Spencer Reid)

~Cause all of the small things that you do, are what remind me why I fell for you.~

You never truly knew what hit you when you fell hard for a fellow agent named Spencer Reid. Maybe it was the way that he would always brighten a room whenever he walked into it or how he treated you better than any other man every had but you know one thing; you were pretty sure you were absolutely in love with him.

And that's exactly why you couldn't ever tell him so. You were terrified of rejection. You didn't exactly have the best history when it came to dating, not that it was particularly long to begin with. But you couldn't get him out of your mind so you just decided that dating any other guy wasn't your thing because you had your eyes only set on him.

Whether or not he felt the same was the most psychologically draining thing you'd ever put your self through. The constant what ifs were honestly almost too much to handle. You had worked with him for just under six months now and he was the only distraction that kept effecting your work habits and your coworkers were definitely starting to notice. Although they actually picked up on your stomach twisting crush on him well before you knew and the initial denial hit. But unlike you, Spencer was clueless and went on his days as per usual. Which if you were being completely honest was slowly killing you inside.

So you decided you could do one of two things; you could either slowly distance yourself in hopes that your feelings would magically go away, or you could somehow muster up the courage to confess to him and face the inevitable rejection that was to shortly come afterwards. But one of these two outcomes had to happen because he was like a bacteria infection taking over your brain. Whenever you would want to go to sleep you would only be able to fall asleep to yourself making up scenerios about you and him together, which in your mind would never happen because he couldn't possibly feel the same way about you.

~And when we're apart, and I'm missing you, I close my eyes and all I see is you.~

The main issue in regarding to talking to him was that you had quite literally rarely ever talked to him outside of necessarily talking to him when it came to case styles or sitting around the round table and discussing the current case. But whenever he did speak to you you could only describe it as pure ecstasy anytime he would ever speak to you or in your general direction and you would have to physically resist all urges from turning as red as a tomato. But you had to force yourself to talk to him because mentally you couldn't handle it anymore. At this point where you were he was taking over every part,every hour, every minute, every second of your day. And although you didn't mind it hurt you inside knowing that he possibly couldn't think about you the same way as you were.

As you were getting off of the bau's private jet you decided that it was now or never. It was time to tell him because after you got home you had all of the weekend to go through the five stages of grief. That would give you the time to handle the rejection he's so inevitably would give you because you could never believe that you ever going to be loved or love someone else the way that you loved him. So you grabbed your things and put them on your desk and just as you looked up he was starting to leave the office and so it took everything in you to finally say:

"Hey Dr.Reid?"

He quickly turned around surprised that you were calling after him

"[Y/N] I will kindly remind you once again that just like the rest of the team you are welcome to call me by my first name."

You slightly chuckled at his response. Savouring the final moments of sweet bliss.

"Okay.. Spencer. Can I quickly talk with you about something? I promise it won't take long."

A slight flash of worry flashed on his face which quickly faded.

"Yeah for sure, what would you like to talk about?"

"He is so nice, this is going to hurt" You thought to yourself. Then you just flat out said it.

"I need to talk to you about... us."

A look of confusion appeared on his face as his took a couple of steps towards you.

"Umm..what about us would you like to talk about? Did I do something?"

Well there was definitely no option to change the subject now so with a deep breath you took the risk.

"No, you did nothing wrong! I just wanted to let you know that I.. I have very strong feelings for you and I needed to tell you because I couldn't go on any longer without you knowing. I think about you 24/7 which is exhausting not knowing if you feel the same way. Which you probably don't, so we can just pretend that this never happened. You have a good weekend."

After saying those words aloud you sped walked past Spencer and the door as fast as your feet could take you without it looking as if you were running from him. You didn't even wait to see the expression on his face before you started walking away. You just couldn't handle the negative reaction you were honestly expecting. You were just about to push the button on the elevator when you felt a hand on your wrist lightly tug you from behind. You slowly turned around and was faced with those brown eyes you could get lost in. He was looking at you in a way you've never seen before.

"Did you mean all of that?"

"I mean yeah, why would I lie about something like that.."

"Why'd you walk away?"

"I wanted to have time to grief when you inevitably reject me, guess I just wanted a head start."

"I'm confused.."

"Why?"

"I..I never knew you felt that way about..me."

"Really? The team said that I was being pretty obvious."

"Well I am not one for picking up on romantic social cues."

You let out a light laugh. You thought to yourself why he was dragging out rejecting you.

"Well now you know, and I'm think I'm ready now."

"Ready for what?"

"You rejecting me and admitting that you in fact do not feel the same way..."

"[Y/N] I care deeply for you. And if I knew that you liked me I would of told you that I had felt the same way sooner. Although I didn't picture it like this."

What?

No way.

God I hope he's not lying.

"Wait what? You liked me? How could you ever like me?"

"I mean [Y/N] how could I not? I mean your the most interesting person on the planet. I never stop thinking about you. You always look amazing, your outfits are.. admittedly kinda distracting at times, and your smile always makes my day."

He is lightly blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. You are standing there mouth agape trying to process not getting rejected like you had so carefully planned.

"What would ever possibly make you think that I ever would reject you?"

"Well I dunno guys don't really ever like me like that, I'm sorta the funny side character kinda person. I'm just not appealing romantically."

Spencer lightly gasps at the last sentence.

"I've been head over heals for you since you first walked through these doors

[Y/N], I thought if anything I was being obvious about how I felt."

You just stand there stunned, the man you've loved for six months feel the same way. And you were not prepared for it.

"So..you feel the same way?"

"Of course I do."

"So...where exactly do we go from here?"

"Well I would love to take you out on a date, if that's okay with you."

You nodded in response.

"Nice I just have two more questions and then I should really get going, my bed is calling me."

"Okay what are your questions Spencer?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You didn't even hesitate.

"Yes, I would love nothing more! And your other question?"

He's looking down at the floor, then back up at your lips, then back up into your eyes.

"Can I.. Can I kiss you?"

Without saying anything you went up to him and gently places your lips on his, feeling sweet relief. He froze slightly at first but quickly softly kisses you back.

This was it, the start of your new relationship with hopefully the love of your life. And you couldn't wait to see where it would take you.

~I fell in love with those eyes.~

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Word count: 1,550

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- M

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[infinitelytheheartexpands]

on the cusp between childhood and adulthood, the sudden onset of grief when you weren’t in the room where it happened, and the impossible art of growing up in a very short time: or, why the princess of france from love’s labour’s lost means a lot to me personally

on the heels of reading as the princess of france with @socialshakespeare

heads up, the rest of this is going to get Very Long Very Quickly, so i’m putting it under a cut. tw for discussions of cancer, parental death, and grief.

so when @socialshakespeare announced that it would be doing love’s labour’s lost this month, in the box where you can put any additional notes about your casting preferences, i pretty much begged the admins to let me have a turn as the princess of france. y’know, i said, as a sort of twenty-first birthday present. and i was cast as the princess of france! thank you, socshakes! <3

but there was a very specific reason why i asked to play the princess of france.

and that reason is simply: she reminds me of me. more particularly, she reminds me of me from 2020, but me from 2020 was really the germination point of me today.

“savannah, everyone changed in 2020, 2020 was a fucking unbelievable year and it changed us all. it changed our whole world.” yeah. i’m well aware. but there’s a specific reason for me.

***

see, in early 2020, i was having a pretty decent time, actually. it was my senior year of high school, i had a great group of friends (much like the princess had her three ladies except my core friend group was bigger than that), things with my family weren’t great but i knew that come august i would be able to move out.

that first period of covid was awful and it changed so much and at times it felt like i was having a mental breakdown, but it wasn’t what ultimately ripped me apart that year.

you see, in 2018, about a month before my fifteenth birthday, my father was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. for a good long while, though, it seemed like he might beat the odds. treatments were working, he went to one of the best hospitals in the country to get good care, and we believed that he just might make it.

and then in the summer of 2020, things rapidly took a turn for the worse.

on july 20, 2020, we all got sat down and told that the treatments weren’t working anymore, and they had elected to put my father on hospice care. i sobbed all that night and into the next morning, but i had a cashier job that summer at walmart. i was an essential worker and i had to power through.

in love’s labour’s lost, everyone knows even before the princess arrives that her father is extremely sick. for heaven’s sake, it’s why the princess is there in the first place instead of the king. and yet the princess powers through. there’s deals to be made, familial honor to be defended, and there’s also that tiny matter of falling in love and playing with the joy and laughter that come with it. and the princess embraces it.

she is young, she is optimistic, she is a bit sheltered maybe yet so smart, she has devoted friends, she has seemingly all the time in the world because no one knows when the time runs out so might as well believe it never will, right?

my high school graduation came five days later, on july 25. a rare opportunity to see friends then and, at long last, after a two-month delay and twelve years of study before that, a chance to celebrate. relatives came in. we had cake and flowers. we took photos on the soccer field in 90-degree weather but it didn’t matter because we were together and we were so full of joy on that blue-sky day.

and after that, only nineteen days until leaving. i had been counting the days for months, excited for new possibilities, not understanding the impact. it would be easy, i thought. all that needed done were to pack my bags and suitcases and buy some last-minute things, say my goodbyes for now to my favorite people, enjoy every moment i could, and wait in a haze of delightful agony and optimism until the morning of august 13 came.

this went as planned for about three days.

july 29, 2020, started like any other day. i got my things together, had an argument with my stepmom about doing the dishes (you said i can’t do the dishes when it’s late and everyone’s asleep after i get off work, when do you expect me to do them), decided to start the dishwasher right before i left for work (if she was mad about it, then she could unload the dishwasher as needed and we could have this conversation when i got home, i reasoned) and went to walmart for my shift that day. i cut one of my fingers on a taco seasoning packet, watched some of the salzburg 2007 production of berlioz’s benvenuto cellini on my lunch break, and in general otherwise it was a pretty normal shift. and like all normal shifts, i took my sweet time getting out and getting home.

at about 5:15 i was dawdling and trying to find an excuse to not get in my car just yet when i got a call from my stepmom that basically went like this:

me: hi

stepmom: hey. are you coming home yet?

me: i will be there in a little bit.

stepmom: it’s been raining so you need to be careful getting home.

me: it hasn’t rained that much and i know how to drive in the rain.

stepmom: just be careful getting home. bye.

so i sighed and went “well i can’t put this off any longer”, and got in my car and put some more berlioz on and drove home, thinking about how she sounded upset over the phone and oh i was going to get a tongue-lashing for leaving the dishes in the dishwasher all day.

and just as i was pulling up, i noticed my older brother’s truck outside. huh, i thought, that’s weird. why is he here?

i pulled into the driveway and saw my stepmom sitting on the step outside the side door by herself. two thoughts about what this meant went into my head at about the same time:

option 1: uh oh my stepmom is big mad and she waited out here just so she could tell me off right when i got home

option 2: uh oh my brother and my stepmom got into a fight again for whatever reason and she just can’t deal with it right now

(both of these, for the record, were entirely plausible things that could have happened)

so i parked and got out and decided to not commit to either of these but just play this very strange situation as coolly as possible. i believe my exact words were “hey, what are you doing out here by your lonesome?”

and like monsieur marcade, she could only get out a handful of words, and it was left to me to fill in the meaning.

the meaning: savannah, your father is dead.

and, to quote a different shakespeare play, “i must be from thence.”

my father died and i wasn’t there.

***

this is the same fate to befall the princess of france: her political mission mixed with girls’ trip has taken her to navarre, to a world full of annoying yet beloved men and delightful games and amateur theatre filled with passion. and then she learns that her father all the way in paris has died, and she wasn’t there.

now we don’t know what the princess’ relationship with her father was like; this is not something that is discussed at all in the play. but i know what my relationship with my father was like. we didn’t always understand each other or agree on everything, but i loved him. and in a childhood where the concept of family was a loose one due to an over decade-long stretch of family drama, he was the one constant.

and then four days after my high school graduation, he was simply gone, never to return.

now some folks will probably go back to those days of late july and early august 2020 and see that i posted exactly nothing about all this. why? i just needed a space where i could forget, where i could live in denial for a little longer, where i could cling to something in my life that wasn’t about this unimaginable loss until i couldn’t anymore.

living in the late 1500s, with a whole country to newly run, no social media, and a permanent existence in the public eye, the princess does not have this sort of escape. she knows right away the awful truth. it is inevitable; she must leave this happy sojourn, this newfound love.

her first line after she realizes her father is dead shows that plainly: “boyet, prepare. i will away tonight.” and even as she plans to shut herself up in a mourning-house, it is at the same time that she will be learning first hand how to run her kingdom.

sixteen days after my father’s death, i left home to learn how to live on my own. and even before that, i got only five days of bereavement leave from work, and i went back to work the day after my father’s funeral. let alone the rest of the frantic preparations for leaving home and starting a brand new life alone—in the middle of a pandemic and now, with this grief weighing on me.

life and the world do not wait for grief.

and sixteen days is too fast to grow up.

you can’t just flip the switch from child to adult, especially when you’re grieving.

and when the world forces you to do so, it is truly awful.

there’s no closure to it. as another character mourns in the closing moments of the play, “our wooing doth not end like an old play.” well, neither did the princess’ relationship with her father.

to continue with the shakespeare allusions, as much as i love and am heartbroken by the deathbed reconciliation between king henry iv and prince hal in henry iv, part 2 (a scene i was lucky to get to read with socshakes last september and which still lives in my head rent free), sometimes it simply doesn’t work out that way and you’re still left to pick up the pieces and forever wonder what might have been in those final moments on top of it.

living without that—without those answers, without closure, without any sort of comfort, on top of everything else—is so, so hard.

it is widely accepted that the love’s labour’s won mentioned in the catalogues is, in fact, a lost sequel and not an alternate name for any number of surviving shakespeare comedies. and while i have never found love in the manner of any shakespeare comedy, i believe nonetheless that i am living the princess’ story—a young woman, always grieving, trying to learn about life and figure out how to live it in a hostile world, trying to balance all the things, trying to come to terms with closure that will never come to her.

love’s labour’s lost fills me with an ache by the end. a true heartache, a deep emotional pain like few other stories i have ever come across. when i first saw it, i praised it for being messy and real. i saw me in it. i saw my own grief. i saw what i could have been, the kind of person i was before that fateful and fatal summer, the realization that we must leave that self behind because they can no longer navigate this new world, the not wanting to let go, the not understanding why but knowing you have to anyway. to know you have to take the other road.

***

recently, for a local exhibit, a museum asked people in the area to send in writing about their regrets, something they wished had happened differently. mine was eventually one of the ones selected for inclusion. here it is.

in another lifetime, i am there when my father dies.

i am there, holding his hand, feeling the blood that connects us rush through him, hearing his breaths—however shallow.

skin on skin.

i’m able to tell him one last time that i love him, i will always love him. perhaps through all the pain that comes with a pancreatic cancer diagnosis, the sleep-like state he was in for most of the last two days, he will hear me and even respond.

my family can all grieve together, knowing we all saw it happen and we all got a strange sort of closure.

my relationship with him on this earth would not feel like a perpetually unfinished story, with an ending written when i wasn’t even there.

but it is this lifetime.

someone once said grief is just love with no place to go. i believe that. and, well, this is my life. i have to muddle through and believe, make closure out of thin air and time, let love go nowhere and everywhere.

***

so, life imitates art and vice versa. and thank you @socialshakespeare for letting me have this story that has come to mean so much to me in the few short months since i first came across it. <3

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[philtstone]

for Spotify wrapped prompts: lotr characters of your choice + #11?? (trying my luck to see if I somehow don’t land on a Bollywood song but will be thrilled no matter what!)

#11 -- main hoon na (I'm here now) so funny story my spotify wrapped playlist does NOT include numbering. no numbers. god knows why. and i am not counting my way thru that list. which means i will simply be selecting an inspiration song from the list for each of these prompts, but that still is not saving u from the bollywood of it all. so, to really hard launch things, im splicing the goofiest most spy kids ass incredibly sweet movie of all time with -- of course -- the hippie camp counsellor au

Aragorn's headache has been building since well before lunch, but the relative absence of any sort of real amenities at this truck stop has only made it worse.

First: because outside of a measly bag of chips, which he insisted be shared by Arwen (prone to blood-sugar-related headaches), Eowyn (technically still growing her frontal lobe), Frodo (looking too solemn for a thirteen year old, also still growing), and Sam (who immediately offered his share to Frodo), Aragorn has not eaten anything since their stop at the forlorn Wendy's last night.

Second: because, in pursuit of something more sustaining than said measly bag of chips, Merry and Pippin went investigating. Alone. And now they've been misplaced.

“Under construction! To be replaced by what? A corporate behemoth without any soul?! Without a whit of warmth? Grand oak tables! The ambiance of a fine dining experience! My cousin Balin’s restaurant was no ordinary truck stop facility! The spaghetti bolognese alone made it worth the detour! How many a road trip did I take as a boy –”

Gimli is only twenty one, so this is not so significant as all that. 

“Do you think we wouldn’t have misplaced them if we tried to find another Wendy’s?” Legolas asks philosophically, as if Gimli is not standing beside him on the verge of tears.

“We haven’t misplaced them,” Aragorn says. They definitely have. “We must simply ask around – they couldn’t have gotten far. At worst, they have squirreled their way into one of these trucks, and we would definitely notice that.”

The obnoxious horn-blowing alone, Aragorn thinks.

“They could have been kidnapped,” says Legolas, all pragmatic cheer. “Or run over. Or they could be trapped in one of the toilet stalls – the locks stuck on Gimli for a good five minutes when we were in there.”

“Gone!” wails Gimli, who gets very theatrical when upset. “Erased! An institution of road-side relaxation! Oooh, how could Balin not have told me? And for it to be replaced by a barren Travel Center with nothing but a few vending machines! I wasn’t prepared for this kind of tragedy to happen in my lifetime …”

“Legolas,” Aragorn grits out, “some optimism, please.” Gimli is going through multiple stages of grief, so Aragorn lets him be. “Let us put our heads together and do something constructive.”

Canvassing the truckers seems as immediate a solution as any, so that is what they do.

“We’re looking for the cousins of my father’s friend’s nephew,” Gimli describes emotionally to a confused old woman in a cowboy hat and her somewhat tree-shaped husband. “If anyone would have appreciated the smoked smash burgers of my own cousin’s menu … but it’s all lost now! Could you’ve seen ‘em?”

“We’re looking for two very small children,” Legolas says solemnly to the biker gang Eomer had serendipitously known from university, but who eye them with suspicion nonetheless. “You know, the kind you look at and immediately think, oh God, small children, if you’re the sort to not like children much.”

“We’re looking for two pre-teen boys,” Aragorn clarifies at every interval, feeling desperate. “Aged twelve and eleven, with fair hair, coming up to no higher than my hip. You couldn’t miss them if you tried; one of them is wearing a Super Mario t-shirt.” 

“Oh, that will be Pippin,” Legolas confirms from behind him. “Terrible taste in video games.”

Gimli dabs tearfully at his eyes with a large checkered handkerchief he pulled from the back of his jeans.

It’s not that he’s truly worried Merry and Pippin have been kidnapped – they do have a rudimentary grasp of stranger danger – only Aragorn is supposed to be exercising leadership on this trip. He is the driver, after all. Even if he still isn't wholly confident in his grad school options.

“Maybe you could do MSF or something,” Legolas wonders aloud, as they look underneath a particularly rusty-looking sixteen-wheeler for their runaway tweens. “Next year I mean, in between things. I’m sure Uncle Elrond would consider that a viable career. You had the pamphlet in your backpack last month and everything.”

“You need a medical degree to do MSF, Legolas,” Aragorn says tiredly; it’s not that he hasn’t thought about it.

“What if you started your own version of MSF, with herbal medicine,” Legolas continues, undeterred. “I’m sure that would be popular amongst middle class white moms. And you’d be an entrepreneur.” 

It would somewhat defeat the whole point, but Aragorn appreciates the brainstorming. 

Back to Merry and Pippin – technically they are Gandalf’s responsibility – but Gandalf is in the bathroom, so they feel like his, and, furthermore, Aragorn’s getting a bit nervous about leaving Frodo and Sam in the van all alone for so long. Two days ago they found a feral possum in the trunk who they kept on because it has an uncanny sense of direction (it will scratch at random points on the map when it’s not screaming and hissing from the back seat), and though it won’t stop chewing on the hem of Frodo’s jeans, Frodo refuses to let them toss it out of the car; he insists he and the possum can communicate. Aragorn would think he was lying if not for Sam also insisting they can communicate – he has absolutely nothing good to say about the Possum’s personality – and, well, Sam’s a stoutly practical kid. So certainly they must be being truthful.

But the poor possum could bite them, left unattended.

Aragorn decides to try the biker gang one last time.

“Please,” Aragorn says, “they’re like our younger brothers; we can’t just leave them to fend for themselves.”

“Hmm,” says the gruffest of the lot, after a prolonged bout of contemplation. “There was a fist fight or something by the portapotties — I saw a kid’s backpack lying around afterward.”

Of course it had to be a fistfight, Aragorn thinks, as Gimli goes pale and Legolas places a delicate mourning hand flat upon his breast. They march over to the portapotties, accordingly. Sure enough, the backpack is there, but Merry and Pippin are nowhere to be found.

Aragorn kicks at the side of the nearest portable. His toe clips it awkwardly, so he has to sit down for a minute, limping, and resist the urge to bury his head in his hands.

“Oh,” he hears Legolas say. “Oh, alright. Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh.”

Aragorn looks up. 

“It's Eowyn,” Legolas says, holding his phone up somewhat unnecessarily. “She says they’re in the van.”

“This whole time?” asks Gimli, slow of voice.

“Well, no. They’ve got deli sandwiches with them. Real ones. Apparently the honey ham is pretty good.”

“Give me the phone,” Aragorn says; Legolas does.

“Hello,” it is not Eowyn, but Arwen’s musical voice on the other end of the line. Aragorn wonders if she perhaps anticipated his mood from the other end of the truck stop and so had the forethought to rescue an unwitting Eowyn from it. Arwen does occasionally demonstrate a telepathic sort of vibe when it comes to him. “We heard your yell from all the way over here – is everything alright?”

Oh. Right.

“Put Merry and Pippin on, please,” Aragorn says, because he couldn’t bear to be rude to his girlfriend and his toe really is throbbing, so he can’t trust himself. “Are they – there, yes. Yes. Well I can hear them in the background. Arwen –”

“Hullo Aragorn,” comes Pippin’s voice, after a staticy smartphone handover.

“I will leave you here next time,” Aragorn says.

“No he won’t,” says Legolas.

“No he won’t,” says Gimli.

“He’s just a little hungry,” chimes in Arwen, a muffled distance from the receiver.

“Well, that’s alright!” says Pippin, before Aragorn can protest. “We got you sandwiches, didn’t we?”

“Oh, yes,” adds Merry, just as close to the phone. “We picked one up just for you. Saved it and everything from that biker gang and Frodo’s possum.”

“Oh, he’s named it now. Calls it Smeagol.”

“I thought he said it introduced itself.”

“Oh, yes, it did do that. Sam disagrees though, says it’s named Gollum.”

“Terrible name for a possum.”

“Don’t you think so? But anyway, your sandwich is safe with us.”

And, despite it all, Aragorn finds that he can do absolutely nothing else but laugh loudly, fondly, and for a long while.

#the 3 hunter sequence in 2 towers is one of my favourites and main hoon na is one of my favourites BASICALLY FOR THE SAME REASONS so #my writing #spotify wrapped prompt meme #the lord of the rings #aragorn #gimli #legolas #merry brandybuck #pippin took #arwen #the two towers #emma you know i will only ever write you hippie camp counsellor au content

[scarlett-vixen]

The Heart was Made to be Broken

Summary: Your long term relationship comes to an end and you're left to pick up the pieces, luckily you have seven demons to support you.

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Dinner was lively like always, the brothers all excitedly talking over each other, you were trying your best to keep up with them all. You were listening to Beelzebub talk about his upcoming Fangol tournament when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pull it out to silence the call but your heart flutters when you see the name on your screen. You give Lucifer an apologetic look and promise him you’ll make it quick, he nods in approval and you make your way to the hall, Asmo teases you as you exit the room saying to not have too much fun on your call.

Twenty minutes pass before you re-enter the dining room, you try to keep it together, a weak smile on your lips. The call hadn’t gone as you had expected, it went in the exact opposite direction actually, and now you had to finish dinner like your heart wasn’t bleeding out inside your chest.

“Sooo, how was the call? Did you two talk about how much you miss each other?” Asmo cooed, he always adored how much you gushed about your partner. That’s why his words stung so badly.

“Uh, no not really.” You kept it short and sweet hoping to avoid further questions, you took your seat at the table and picked at the food on your plate.

“Is everything alright? You seem less enthusiastic than you normally are after they call?” You didn’t expect Lucifer to call you out, was it that obvious?

“Yeah human what’s the deal? Normally after they call, ya can’t stop talkin about ‘em, now yer all quiet.” You felt your heart breaking more, you’d never make it through dinner like this, might as well tell them.

“Everything is fine,” You braced yourself, hoping to believe the lie as well “We broke up but it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“What??”

“Whoa whoa whoa hang on—”

“Major plot twist, what??”

“Surely you’re joking?”

“Fine?? You were together for years!”

“I don’t understand…”

“Are they stupid?”

The questions all flew out at once, you tried to avoid them but the brothers continued to press you. You could feel your throat tighten, there was a war waging inside you, half of you trying to keep it together and the other half already breaking down.

“GUYS! I said I’m fine!” you forced a laugh and put on your best fake smile. It wasn’t fine though. You and your partner lived together back in the human world, during the call they had informed you that they were moving out, you had only a few weeks to gather your belongings before the house went back on the market. All your things, all the memories, all the love…gone. “I just need to go back home for a few days to get my stuff and then everything will be fine! I’m gonna be okay!”

You looked around the room and felt so out of place, you felt so uncomfortable, you wanted to breakdown and cry. You wanted the one person who made you feel safe, who always made you feel like things would be okay, but that was the same person who had shattered your heart. The tears started to stream down your face against your will, you looked to Lucifer for reassurance.

“Please tell me everything will be okay…”

How They Respond:

Lucifer

He watches the tears start pouring down your face and his big brother instincts kick in. If you’ll allow it, he pulls you into a hug shielding you from the others.

He’ll let you cling to him as you bawl your eyes out, tears soaking his shirt, he knows this isn’t going to be easy for you

He’ll make the others leave you alone, you have enough going on right now, you don’t need them adding extra stress.

He does his best to comfort you, assuring you that he and his brothers will help you gather your things in time.

Once you’ve calmed down and are able to fall asleep, he’s immediately on the phone with Diavolo arranging plans to get you taken care of.

Mammon

The boy goes through all five stages of grief in .8 seconds

They broke up with you?? They broke up with you!! Oh, they broke up with you…

His heart breaks the minute you start crying, and then he’s angry, how dare they make you cry like that!!

He’ll grab your hand and take you back to your room, he’s not gonna let his brothers watch you like this, besides they can’t help you like he can.

He’s trying his best to be supportive and listen to you talk it out but he’s losing his mind on the inside. You’re sitting so close to him? You have your head resting on his shoulder?? How is it possible for you to look this cute when your heart is so broken?

You can argue with him but he’s not leaving you alone tonight, he’ll make a little pallet on the floor right next to your bed so he can be close to you in case you need him.

Leviathan

This whole thing feels like a major scene from an anime he watched recently, he just can’t remember which one.

Once you start crying and reality sets in? Cue Levi’s inability to cope with awkward situations

He won’t know how to handle the sudden onset of emotions while also finding out the human he’s had a huge crush on is now single. He does know this isn’t the time to think about what it would be like to date you though.

He’ll try to hide away in his room but then gets sad when he sees your controller laying on the floor. The two of you spent a lot of time together having marathons or late-night gaming sessions so he knew how much you loved your partner.

He hates thinking about how sad and alone you might feel, he knows that feeling too well, so he’ll text you and make sure you’re okay.

After about an hour or two of texting he’ll ask if you want to come to his room, he can put on a light-hearted movie for you to watch or you can watch him try to beat the hardest level of his new game. He just doesn’t want you to feel alone.

Satan

He’s never experienced heartbreak before, he’s read about it hundreds of times and seen plenty of movies with it but watching you breakdown is so much more heartbreaking than any of that.

He’ll wait until you calm down before approaching you, only because he knows that’s what he prefers people to do when he gets worked up.

He’ll ask if you want him to get revenge for you, nothing major just a little harassment maybe a good punch to the face or kick to the groin for good measure.

If you happen to have a pet back home he is ecstatic. There’s no way Lucifer could tell you no, especially right now, so obviously your pet gets to live with them now! He doesn’t care if it’s not a cat he’ll take what he can get.

Will invite you to join him at the library or on a trip to the bookstore, just something to get you out of the house. Also a way to ask about your pet without Lucifer hearing.

Asmodeus

OFFENDED

He has been so invested in your relationship! He thought you two were so cute together?? He adored when you would show him pictures of the two of you together. You’ve told him so much about your partner, always so full of love for them, you’d been together for years!

He’s immediately at your side doing his best to comfort you, he’s been known to break hearts before but this is the first time he’s ever cared about one.

He’ll insist you spend the night in his room, but you won’t be sleeping, instead it’s a night full of selfcare. Warm fuzzy pajamas, ice cream, calm music, and trash talk once you reach the anger part of the breakup.

He’s been your wingman since day one and that doesn’t change now.

“Don’t worry darling, they didn’t deserve your beauty anyway! We’ll find you someone much better when you’re ready!”

Beelzebub

Bless his heart :(

We all know Beel is a big boy with a soft heart. Watching you breakdown in tears nearly has him in tears.

He’s on his feet immediately and engulfing you in the biggest hug possible. You’re such a good human, he can’t imagine why someone would hurt you like this.

Like Mammon, his sadness quickly turns to anger. You’re a part of the family at this point and nobody hurts his family.

He’ll ask you to stay in his room that night with he and Belphie or if he can stay in your room.

Regardless of where you choose this boy is going to hold you so close and gently against him all night. He wants you to feel safe and make your pain disappear.

Belphegor

This little shit.

Like Satan, he’ll ask if you want him to get revenge, except it’s more of a statement than a question… and a lot more gruesome.

Belphie likes to pretend he doesn’t care about you or how you feel but on the inside he’s just as invested as the others.

After you tell him he isn’t allowed to severely injure your ex or set their new house on fire or haunt their dreams, he’ll shift gears and focus on you.

Unlike his twin he doesn’t give you an option, he drags you to the shared bedroom and makes you stay with the two of them all night.

Belphie uses his powers to help you fall asleep but honestly you could’ve done it with out his help. The warmth of being sandwhiched between him and Beel is enough to make you doze off on your own.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #om! mc #om! leviathan #om! mammon #om! beelzebub #om! satan #omswd satan #omswd lucifer #omswd mammon #omswd leviathan #omswd asmodeus

[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Pairings; Clark Kent x Reader 1-Small Talk In Elevators 2-Thin Walls 3-Humming In Elevators 4-Coffee Breaks 5- Cherry Pies 6-Dead Vibrators 7-Entitled Old Ladies 8-Friendly Neighborhood Reporter

9-Five Stages of Grief

You sat on the lawn chair atop of your apartment building, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of pop in the other. There hadn’t been a single puff taken from it as you let it burn out as you waited. For the past two days, you hadn’t seen Clark, which wasn’t unusual, but it let you simmer on the thought of him being the man of steel. Between the hours you went through the five stages of grief. 

Denial. You were absolutely sure that he couldn’t be Superman. It made no sense. He tripped over his words and his feet--Not like the grace you had seen the other day. Clark was just too normal to be anything but. Then again, there had been some suspicious things he had done. 

Anger. If--very heavy hard if-- he was Superman, why hadn’t you noticed it before? Frustration bubbled in your chest. Not at him, but at yourself. Clark could tell you whenever he was ready or wanted to, that choice to reveal who was up to him. But, all the things he had done that were so obvious, like suddenly changing his furniture within minutes, is what made you feel incredibly fucking stupid. 

Bargaining. Should you tell him about your knowledge of his secret identity? You would rather go on for the rest of your life pretending not to know than risk your friendship. Where would that leave you, though? You felt stuck on the idea. The last thing you wanted to do was spend your days saying something like if I had never told him maybe he would still be around. 

Depression. You spiraled downward trying to reason with your feelings. Nothing could keep your attention for too long as the thought of how you were going to tell him consumed you. You laid in bed for hours after work, even ignoring the knock on the door from Clark as you were too exhausted and emotional to look at him. Damn, him being Superman was really fucking with you. 

Acceptance. After watching Clark walk to work that morning, you realized that he had been for your friend for what felt like forever, and wasn’t the type to get too upset about things. You two could talk it out, just like all the other little quarrels before. He was Superman, a fact that you didn’t really care too much about because he was still your neighbor Clark. 

He was still Clark, you reminded yourself when you looked up and saw him floating a few feet in front of you. Superman sat there with a smile on his face, nodding down to the cigarette he saw in your hand. 

“Stressful day?” He asked as he landed on the rooftop. 

You flicked away the bud, shaking your hand to get the stray ashes off. “You could say that.”

“You seem tense, wanna talk about it?” Now that, that was definitely a Clark question you realized. 

You didn’t answer him, only sighing as you tried to think of what to say. Staring at Superman, who now was only a few feet in front of you, you noticed exactly how little effort it would have taken to notice it was your neighbor that you had been living next to you for God knows how long. 

Standing up, you crossed your arms, looking into his eyes so you could see exactly what he was feeling. “You forgot your jacket at my place.”

There was a moment of surprise before immediate panic. “What?”

“Your jacket, Clark. I have your jacket.”

“How?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to come off nonchalant despite your heart beating wildly in your chest. Luckily, for you, you didn’t know Clark could hear how fast it was beating. He was just glad you couldn’t hear his. 

A small, cautious smile slowly made its way across your face for a second. “No one’s got pretty blue eyes like yours, my lovely.”

Clark chuckled, putting his hands on his hips as he looked at the ground, thinking about how fucking stupid he was. You saw him nearly every day, were close to him on several occasions, heard his voice--Everything Lois had done, but you had figured it out way sooner. 

“You’re not mad?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “You got a reason for me to be?”

“Nope,” Clark said as fast as his mouth would let him so you wouldn’t change your mind. 

“Clark, are we still friends?”

Now that confused him. “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be? Didn’t sell me out just yet, did you?”

“No, never,” You said quietly. “I…We’re still the same as before? This doesn’t change anything, right?”

“Well,” He scratched his chin before breaking out into a bashful smile. “Can’t make anymore balls of steel jokes.”

Your face felt hot, but you managed a small laugh despite the utter horror. Clark couldn’t help himself, he walked over to you and picked you up in a huge hug. The biggest weight in the world had just been lifted off his chest. Giggles spilled from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His hugs were still like Clark Kent, even in the suit. 

“Quick question,” You said, pulling back to look at him. “You’ve never peeked on me through the wall, right?”

Clark flushed but shook his head. It was a bit of a fib. He had once and that was because he thought someone was hurting you. Turns out, you were by yourself having fun. He could still feel the guilt eating at his heart. 

“One more thing,” You said. “Can you fly me around the city?”

“Last time I flew with you, you yelled in my ear.”

“I won’t! I promise, please,” You pleaded. 

Not able to say no because Clark knew it would be a hell of a lot of fun to fly with you, he lifted you up. You laughed wildly this time, pulling yourself closer to him to look over his shoulder down at the city. 

“You never get used to it,” Clark said into your ear. “It’s always beautiful.”

You leaned your head against his. “I’m a bit mad now. You kept this away from me.”

“Not anymore,” Clark mumbled. 

“Yeah,” You said. There was a brief pause. “Can we go through a McDonald’s like this?”

“I regret saying yes to this now.”

#clark kent fluff #romance #clark kent fanfiction #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman #superman x reader #superman x you #lex luthor

[stalebagels]

Update on the Strike Force Rimworld colony; they've been betrayed by a group of four people claiming to be refugees of an organ farming operation :)

(This is a new save file, I added some mods to the game and of course Seth doesn't have the damn mini gun when this happens)

So, I accepted four refugees into the colony for what was supposed to be five days. They were fine for the first three, did a lot of work and were actually very helpful. However, I get a notification and it tells me that the four refugees had been planning to betray us all along and then they set the base on fire and started attacking everyone.

Jon and Stephen got stuck fighting right next to one of the burning workshops and I was dumb enough to have built a too narrow hallway in that section and it quickly became apparent it was not the best area to be having a shootout with someone. Guy gets too close and Jon gets the everloving shit beat out of him until he's downed, but not to discredit him he did plenty of damage before then - enough so that Stephen only needed to fire a couple of shots before the guy went down. Unfortunately, the fire spread so much by then that they were both now suffering from heatstroke and being roasted alive. Stephen went down while he was trying to patch Jon up. It was all very traumatic for everyone involved especially them.

While all of this is happening down the hallway, Kimmel is on his way to equip a pistol from a weapon rack when another one of the traitors attacks him. They're too close to each other and the other guy has a steel mace so Kimmel is unfortunately pretty helpless and also gets the everloving shit beat out of him until Craig and Seth come in and shoot her.

Speaking of Craig and Seth; they were actually outside dealing with the other two traitors while Kimmel, Stephen, and Jon were inside the base. Craig and Seth teamed up and killed off the leader and protected John, Conan, and Fallon (who were also outside when it started and hidden inside of a nearby cave because they're incapable of violence) before they went in to help Kimmel, and then afterwards the last traitor panicked and tried to flee. Craig and Seth didn't let him and that's probably not my proudest moment but I was very invested and felt personally slighted by this betrayal and I wasn't gonna let him leave while he still had their FOOD IN HIS POCKETS that they MADE FOR THEM👹👹👹

Once the living threats were dealt with, John, Conan, and Fallon (as the only uninjured members) went in to save Jon, Stephen, and Kimmel. Craig and Seth tended to themselves while John hauled Kimmel to the hospital, Conan rescued Jon, and Fallon grabbed Stephen. Conan and Fallon both got burnt because of the fire while doing so but they managed to get everyone out of immediate danger. (I was absolutely panicking at this point because I was almost certain someone would die before they could get them to the hospital beds)

And then it was John's turn to be the MVP again because that little man worked his ass off stabilizing everyone; bouncing back and forth between Jon, Stephen, and Kimmel while the others did their best to tend to themselves.

And then, finally, once everyone was stable and not in immediate danger of dying and I started to wonder what to do about the massive fire, it started to fucking RAIN and I'm not exaggerating it felt like I just went through the entire plot of a movie in ten minutes. I went through all five stages of grief during this thing. I actually paused the game and sat back afterwards.

And then when I came back I saw a text bubble pop up with Conan proudly exclaiming that "Something tells me that tomorrow everything will go my way!" God I hope so.

TL;DR - Jon and Stephen had a dramatic and touching moment where they nearly both burned to death trying to save each other, Craig and Seth were the two badass fighters that took down the threats, John saved everyone's asses for the fifteenth time, and Fallon proved he was good for something after all.

#I'm so sorry if you've never played Rimworld but again out of context it might be even better #this game is going to give me a stroke #THEY LIVED BITCH #JOHN OLIVER MVP OF RIMWORLD #gonna start tagging these as StrikeWorld lmfao #StrikeWorld #late night #strike force five #strike force eight #john oliver #stephen colbert #jimmy fallon #jimmy kimmel #seth meyers #conan o'brien #craig ferguson #jon stewart #rimworld #actually gasped out loud when Jon went down because i thought he died 💀

[nudgeling]

The story of how the Broken Hearts Club came together was really nothing more than a string of unrelated events that by sheer coincidence managed to overlap just enough for three hurt destructive fools to band together. The Frog, Log and the Dog. Pearl, Martyn and Ren. It was really quite anticlimactic in retrospect, nothing that would compare to the utter carnage they would eventually leave in their wake. Every villain has an origin story, doesn't always mean it’s an interesting one. No disasters, no torture, no big betrayals… just college.

Martyn was first. When Cleo had broken up with him, only the most frivolous of incels would have said he took it well. The five stages of grief was a slip n’ slide of bad decisions. There was the denial by pretending they were still an item around even some of his closest friends. After all that had been cleared up he'd get into screaming matches with her over the smallest things, which more often than not ended in spewing out unfair insults that hit way too close to home. Cleo was guilty of that one too, but she was never the instigator. Later, much later, Martyn would cringe at his behavior, despite it being dwarfed by all the things to come.

He was well on his way through the 'bargaining' phase on the day of the pool party. Lately he'd been bending over backwards to be granted even a minute of Cleo's time, time he would then spend pulling every trick in the book to try and convince her to get back together. It never worked, obviously. Once it even earned him a sock in the face. He knew he deserved it.

He'd also picked up a nasty habit of… well, there was no sugarcoating it. Spying. Not quite stalking, he hadn’t gone so far as to follow her every move, but when they happened to be at the same place at the same time his attention was rather tunnel-visioned.

The pool party was no exception. They had both gotten a separate invite, seeing as they were both good friends of the hosts. Either Bdubs and Impulse hadn’t figured out the extent of how destructive their break-up had been yet, or they'd simply caved beneath indecisiveness and invited them both anyways in hopes that one of them would decline. But lo and behold, neither one did.

Martyn made the unfortunate choice of driving there, meaning that he had chained himself to sobriety. It was fine at first, but the more the general intoxication levels increased, the more it just felt like hell. The music choice was nothing but popular party-clichés blasted on a way too high volume, the crowd was too large and consisted of a majority of drunks-of-their-asses college students, and while the bbq was nice at first, it had been completely unattended to since the booze had circulated enough times among the 'responsible' group. It didn’t help that the hosts were the healthiest loving couple at the entire school, and that Cleo seemed to be having genuinely fun; laughing and dancing all night with a pretty cyan-haired man.

Martyn hadn’t approached her yet. Probably wouldn’t, either. He still had morals beneath all the heartache, and sense enough to know that causing a scene could put a real damper on the festivities everyone else seemed to enjoy. Adding to that, his face still stung from their latest encounter and he wasn’t keen on collecting another black eye so soon. One he could pull off, but two just made you look stupid.

However, he could only take so much before giving into another one of his vices: smoking. It was unhealthy, yes, but arguably better than the alternative of letting his anger fester. (aside from the option of straight up leaving, but that didn’t even occur to him at the time. Or maybe it did, and he refused to acknowledge it)

He went to the front of the house, away from the backyard where the party took place, to light one up. Impulse generally didn’t approve of the practice, and Martyn didn’t trust himself not to get into an argument at the moment. The music and loud chatter of drunk students could still be heard from his spot, but they were less all-consuming. Muted. Instead his world became the view of the undisturbed street and the quaint suburban houses that surrounded it. Ignoring the life behind him, it was a nice peaceful night. The stars were even out. He felt goosebumps prick his skin from a chill breeze as he put the cigarette to his lips and waited for the faux relaxation to overtake him.

He didn’t get that far though.

Bright yellow light and the sharp volume of the party cut through his tranquil existence as the front door flung open. He caught the tail end of Bdub's voice yelling "-get OUT!", before a person was shoved out into the night. They were a red blur that stumbled forward a couple steps before falling flat on their face in the street. The door shut with a loud BANG that made them both jump.

And so the peaceful night was back. Ish. It wasn’t that weird of a situation, really. Someone got drunk, maybe got a bit too argumentative or handsy, and was kicked out. Wasn’t that uncommon on events like these. Still, it was a sudden enough event to snap Martyn out of whatever moody pit his love sickness had dug for him, if only for a moment.

"Hey, uh, you alright there?" he asked, stepping carefully towards the figure. He could see now that they wore a bright red hoodie and had long frazzled brown hair that splayed out and scattered over the street floor.

They muttered a string of slurry unintelligible words as a response while shakily trying to push themself up. They failed, falling right back on their face.

"Want some help there mate?" It wasn't really an offer he expected they would refuse, so even as he said it he was walking over, flicking the still burning cigarette to the ground.

"I'm fine," the figure slurred. It was a female voice, and seemed to carry some kind of accent, but that could’ve just been the alcohol. Martyn found it very familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on where he'd heard it.

"Sure you are. Here." He reached out his hand.

For a couple of seconds she just laid there, watching the hand with blue glinting eyes under the shadow of her hood. Then she finally gave in, and out of the oversized jumper's arm slipped a pale small hand that took Martyn's. Despite her reluctance, his help was clearly needed since he was basically lifting her back up to her feet. From so close the stinking smell of booze was really quite intense, and Martyn instinctively wrinkled his nose.

"Christ, how much did you-" He paused. He got his first proper look at her face. It was wet from tears and her eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was plastered to her skin from sweat. But more peculiar was that she looked an awfully lot like… "Pearl?"

She broke into a hollow smile. "That'sss my name, don't wear it out!" She lifted her hands to do finger guns, thereby losing her grip on his arms and her balance with it.

"Woah!" Martyn reached out and caught her just before hitting the ground.

"Oops. Sssorry." She broke out into giggles.

"Oh jeez, you're really out of it. I thought you didn’t drink, what did you do?"

"Got my heart broken, that’s what I did!" Her voice and expression were unnervingly joyful for that statement. His heart twisted in sympathy and he went to answer, but she went on.

"What is a girl supposed to do with that, stay sober? Well, I could, but then I'd feel miserable and I don’t want that. I feel great now! I'm not even thinking about Scott! Or Cleo! Or how all my friends have left me and I'm all alone. I… I'm great! Awesome."

"Wait, what was that about Cleo?"

"Not thinking about it!" she said in a sing-songy voice - completely ignoring him - with a smile on her face.

"Oh, brother."

He wrapped one arm securely around Pearl's shoulders while pulling out his phone with the available hand.

"Whaddaya doing?" Pearl slurred from his side.

"Calling your brother."

"No!" With great resolution she reached out and flapped the phone with her hand. It caught him so off-guard it nearly fell out of his grip.

"What are you doing!?"

"No Grian!"

She kept reaching for the phone, and Martyn had to apply remarkable strength to keep the drunk woman from slapping it out of his hand or pushing them both to the ground.

"Fine, FINE! No Grian!"

"Promise?"

"Yes, yes, I promise, now please calm yourself!"

She immediately slumped back into his side. All resolve left her eyes and left them glassy and unfocused. A dumb grin spread on her face, smiling at nothing at particular.

There was simply no way she was making it home on her own. Grian was apparently out of the picture, and seeing as she had been kicked out of the house alone, there was probably no one to her help here either. Which only left… him.

Cleo's loud barking laugh cut over the music and raucous chattering. A genuine laugh. Unbothered. While Martyn was a heartbroken mess, she was just… moving on. Like their three years didn’t even matter. Maybe they didn’t, for her.

The music got quieter and quieter as Martyn headed for his car with Pearl leaning on his shoulder.

________

The ride was quiet except for the low rumbling engine and Pearl's steady snoring. She had passed out within seconds of getting in the back seat, and Martyn wasn’t really in the mood for radio music.

The situation was… weird. Very weird. Pearl-freaking-Moon was passed out in his back seat, and from alcohol at that! They’d never really been friends, but they’d been around each other quite a bit when he used to hang out with the Hermits. She had always just been "Grian's sister" to him, though. He remembered her as a friendly and funny character that could match Grian's chaotic energy with ease whenever she wished to, but falling back into a reserved laid-back presence when she didn’t. He liked her, but he had his friend circle, and she had hers. Outside of group hangouts they never conversed more than the occasional small talk. Sometimes she tagged along to a party with them but never drank, although from the outside you'd never be able to tell. She kept up with their antics well enough without any influence, so he could only imagine what ruckus she had caused whilst being properly drunk.

Another thing that kept circling in his mind was her mention of Cleo and this "Scott" person. Could it be the cyan-haired man? Did she find a new partner already? He didn't know how to feel about that, honestly. He liked to imagine it was to make him jealous, or an 'inbetween' to get over him. Jumping into a serious relationship so soon seemed a bit weird, even for her. If it even was a relationship at all. If they even knew each other. All he really knew was that Pearl had gotten her heart broken by a "Scott" and that she also had reason to be upset with Cleo. He could very well just be jumping to conclusions.

After about half an hour of driving he suddenly realized that he didn’t know where Pearl lived.

"Shit. Hey Pearl?"

No response except more snores.

"Pearl! PEARL!"

Nothing.

Martyn sighed and dragged his hand down his face. He could call Grian. Maybe he should call Grian, but her earlier objections about it made him uneasy. He didn’t know any of her friends who wouldn’t have been at the party, which really only left him with two options. Dropping her over at the police… or his living room couch.

It didn’t really feel like a choice at the time. Only later, way later, did he wish that he’d chosen to do anything else than bringing her home that night.

#found this in my documents #had completley forgotten about this idea but i kinda dig it #anyone interested in seeing a continuation? #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #trafficblr #doublelife #double life fanfic #tw alcohol #nudge.writing

[turnthepagevn]

Considering that students show up at the library during hell/finals week, what have Robin's funniest (but actually :< inducing) interactions/observations been with the students? Did he witness someone pouring a monster drink into their coffee? Did someone ramble at him about something only to realize halfway through that it's not relevant to their exams and then looking at him as if all their happiness has been snuffed out? Students falling asleep, using his books as a pillow?

And do some of the students show up once exams are over, excitedly sharing that they passed because of a book or two he recommended and maybe offering some sweets?

Robin new patron saint for students who do last minute cramming?

"I once saw a student practically ooze out of their seat and onto the floor while they were studying for their statistics final. They just laid there, sprawled out in despair, for thirty minutes. And then they just stood up and went right back to studying. I don't think I've ever seen someone speedrun the five stages of grief like that, but it haunts me to this day.

I bought them a coffee after that."

#robin adler #turn the page #turn the page vn #an open book

[rocknrollsalad-moved]

From the Top, Make it Drop

Steve and Eddie learn to use tik tok.

Of course, it takes months for them to use it to play pranks on each other. Steve's cute, wholesome videos of him signing song will never be the same.

All prompted by a convo with ainsalaco that inspired me just a little too much.

rockstar!eddie    deaf!steve    modern era

                                                  __________

word count: 3207 trigger warnings: the lyrics of wap but honestly they’re mostly implied. let’s just say language though?? it’s wholesome as shit ao3 link: here

                                                 __________

It started the same way this did for anyone not in high school; morbid curiosity and boredom. 

     I don’t want to watch a bunch of kids dance. 

     We’re too old for that, there’s nothing on it for us. 

     Who wants to be cringy and trendy? 

Steve and Eddie had gone through all the stages of grief with TikTok, happier with their Instagrams and Facebooks (though Corroded Coffin also had a Twitter to reach the maximum amount of people) but TikTok wasn’t going away. 

Dustin text links relentlessly, if Eddie didn’t watch it then the link was sent to Steve. Or the other way around. Will and Lucas started talking only in references to videos and stopped making sense to those too old, too unhip to get it. Max went viral several times over for roasting her friends and that was enough to have both Steve and Eddie making an account but not using the app to its full potential. 

What it took was one weekend. Arguably the worst Christmas one could have but Eddie and Steve got snowed into the airport and entertainment was minimal. Will sent a video to express his sadness and seventy-five hours later, when they were finally heading home, Eddie and Steve had not only perfectly honed their for you pages but filmed their first Tik Tok. 

That’s all it took. The monster was created. Everyone rejoiced, of course, and filled the visit with tips and tricks and accounts to follow. Max and Nancy taught Steve how to get captions of videos that came without and how to clear everything off his screen when people were kind enough to turn captions on but not make them accessible. 

Will and Mike taught Eddie how to link multiple accounts so he could have one as Eddie: lead singer of Corroded Coffin and one that could be private, for friends and family. Understanding that blending the two worlds wasn’t always a good idea but also knowing they did not want to accidentally go viral for saying something stupid in the background of a famous, blue-checked video. 

Erica immediately blocked them both and tried to get them to delete the app. Saying it was like having her dad watching her and that was not going to happen, thank you. 

Eddie did get the blue check, verified fairly quickly, and with it came a massive following. The voyeurism of learning what celebrities got up to when they weren’t “on” was the backbone of social media. Comments came in on every video from metalheads playfully cursing Eddie for making them join this god-forsaken app. 

He didn’t post all that much. A few goofy videos from backstage, a handful of “what we’re up to”, and the occasional stitch to make someone’s day as they performed a Corroded Coffin song on kazoo. It was as active as the rest of his social media. 

However, the private one was nonstop videos. The top comment on every single one was Robin tagging Steve and begging him to take Eddie’s phone. No one needed this much information. Which only encouraged Eddie. He sent Robin flowers the day Tik Tok allowed him to make three-minute videos. 

Steve, on the other hand, used his to uplift everyone around him. Look at my amazing husband packing for tour and boldly thinking he needs no socks and five neckties, I love him so much. Watch my best friend argue with a literal light post for ninety seconds. Check out these cute ducks that crossed the street today and made me late for work. 

No one followed him other than his friends. He never went viral. Half the time his thumb was creeping into the shot and the videos were shaky. Until El and Max stepped in and started teaching Steve the trendy dances. It wasn’t a side of Tik Tok he was on and they kept it that way for him. Watching him go in blind and attempt the latest trend was the funniest thing they could think of. 

He got the tiniest bit of traction because he wasn’t great but he would start yelling at Max in sign language and the internet ran with that. Instead of being laughable (which it was) he became inspiration porn (which he hated). 

The nature of Tik Tok, though, was that traction lasted a couple of weeks and soon they were left to do whatever they wanted for the joy of their friends and a handful of people who stuck around. Likely because the videos stopped popping up on their fyp and they didn’t think to go unfollow. And Tik Tok was fun again. 

When videos started to go viral of sign language interpreters killing it at various concerts, giving it their all, and in some cases upstaging the performers themselves, everyone flooded Steve with links. It didn’t take long for the geniuses Steve surrounded himself with to suggest that Steve start doing this with trendy songs. 

Loads of people got millions of views lip-syncing, Steve should sign the songs. Millions of views weren’t his goal but Steve was a sap and they might have preyed on that a little. He wanted to do this with his friends but a small part of him did enjoy being able to participate in the trends in a way that felt “normal”. 

It wasn’t someone stopping something to make special accommodations for Steve, or him missing the joke because no one could translate it properly. This would be his own thing, doing something the rest of the world was doing, and he got to do it with his friends. 

Tripods, ring lights, and redecoration of the “best spot” in the house came as Steve learned a bit of the B-52s Love Shack. It came with a silly little dance that was easy enough to learn. A few dozen videos later, proving to Steve that most people did the bare minimum by way of dancing, they'd found their way to participate. Even if it took a little bit of tweaking and a lot of pleading. 

Eddie was home and procrastinating songwriting so he was in their way as much as possible. As annoying as it was, he put the work in. He learned the signs, he learned the dance and was willing to be “embarrassed” for fifteen seconds. More than that, every single member of the group wanted video evidence of Eddie dancing to a B-52s/Brittney Spears mash-up in his grungy old Megadeth tee and ripped jeans. 

If Eddie had known what he was in for, he might not have agreed to it. Much like Steve, though, he was an absolute sucker for those he loved. That fifteen-second video took four hours to shoot. In part, because it was a little harder to do while staying in sync with someone than either Eddie or Steve anticipated. But mostly because people couldn’t stop laughing. Especially Eddie 

Like all of Steve’s videos, it did…nothing. Unlike the rest of the videos, the gang had found something they all wanted to do. Everyone wanted in on it, even Erica. Who wouldn’t spill how she’d seen the video in the first place but signed up to help organize this because that first video was “a mess”. 

So they stopped waiting for the trends. It meant less dancing but they made a few of their own moves. Steve and Eddie would hide away for a couple afternoons and listen to the song over and over. They argued about the meaning of the lyrics endlessly and how to best translate it. Which seemed to be as enjoyable as every other part. 

A sharp juxtaposition to them going into the studio, Eddie would mess with the levels of the song and let Steve feel it. Every part of the tender moment laughed in the face of pointless arguments as Steve sat on the floor, focused and occasionally reading the lyrics on his phone and Eddie focused on Steve. 

Once that was finished Robin would get the final say on things. She sided with Eddie more than Steve and, inevitably, there was more arguing. Behind every Tik Tok was a solid day of pointless arguments. No one tried to stop them, they factored this into prep time. 

As if the constant, meaningless argument wasn’t joy enough, they’d block out an afternoon to shoot this. With more than enough food around, people would pour into the Munson-Harrington house to “help shoot” the video. So what if the rest of the world wasn’t watching? The house was filled with people and laughter, getting in the way of “production” and more than once, tossing Steve into the pool. 

What none of them knew was that was what made their videos truly great. Somewhere between the imperfections and the pure joy radiating off everyone, they’d tripped into more than just a neat sign language video. It was watching Steve in the foreground, concentrating and hoping to not lose the beat, while Eddie was replaced with Robin and then Max. 

These weren’t the people trying to become influencers but those who fall out of frame halfway through talking about the occupants of a midnight train or can’t remember the lyrics to a song that’s been popular longer than they’ve been alive. This was a group of friends having the time of their lives. 

They posted more bloopers than they did successes. Corroded Coffin even used their nearly empty account to repost the time Eddie messed up and signed something that would certainly have got them banned if Tik Tok knew what he'd said. And the nearly full minute of laughter as bit by bit everyone either figured it out or was clued in. Steve took the camera off its little stand and filmed his friends rolling in laughter, ending it with a cinematic shot of Eddie looking incredibly embarrassed. It got no views because they didn't translate it but it was Steve's favorite video of all. 

Slowly things picked up traction. Which most found slightly exhilarating. Their fully costumed, six-person rendition of Monster Mash for Halloween spread the furthest. And if they’d made another video, they might have taken off, but everyone had holidays to celebrate. Sometimes together but no one wanted to perform and translate anything. 

Those that had followed Steve for these song and dance numbers were none too happy to see the videos shift back to Will showing off something he’d made or Nancy ranting as Jonathan and Steve snicker off-screen. They following they amassed was here for one reason and one reason only. Something they didn't mind demanding in the comment section of every cute video Steve put up of his friends. Steve stopped posting for far too long as a result. 

When they picked it back up in the new year, it was back to a couple of thousand views. Steve didn’t care about the views but he missed the stitches of people signing along. It’d have been easy to let it fall off here, Steve could go back to his proud “dad” videos and embarrassing his friends who were full-grown adults now but would always be kids to him. Only no one was willing to give this up. If this didn't mean anything to the audience, that was fine, it meant a lot to Steve and his crew of nerds.  

To spice things up and keep it interesting, Eddie hatched a plan he barely had to explain to earn support. A prank, of sorts, that worked so beautifully because Steve looked so squeaky clean and, well, couldn’t hear well enough to know what was really happening. 

In secret, Eddie would learn to sign WAP. A trendy enough song but one Steve wouldn’t know and went so wildly against that cultivated squeaky clean image Steve liked to keep. They all knew differently but the audience didn't. However, WAP would be a song he would have turned down otherwise. It was the perfect choice to mess with Steve. Though they'd have to lure him into a false sense of security first. 

That’s where the meat and potatoes of the prank came in, Eddie and Steve would work together to learn Dustin’s long-time request, Like a Surgeon. He was convinced Weird Al would see, somehow be so excited he needed to meet Steve and Eddie and, of course, Dustin would be able to tag along claiming to be the cameraman or the brains of the operation. 

An easy sell because Steve already knew the beat of the song since they’d done the original version before (and he had vague, incorrect memories of hearing the song long ago). Though Dustin, who they didn’t let in on the joke, was dead sure Steve couldn’t sell the comedy needed to go with the song. He’d sign it too seriously and mess everything up. 

The way Steve took that as a challenge both to prove Dustin wrong like all good friends would do but to want to get it all correct for Dustin made it almost impossible for Eddie to continue. Twice Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle had to talk him back into this joke. They could make the Weird Al video after this one, it wouldn’t be forgotten. 

So everyone descended on the house one Saturday to watch Steve try and make Dustin’s little dreams come true and Eddie dash them in the same breath. The buzz was bigger than anything this house had seen and Corroded Coffin got nominated for an award while they lived here. 

Everything hinged on the mirror in the room they’d put up months ago to help everyone stay together and the fact that Steve would watch Eddie the whole time. Everyone knew and they all took turns pretending to gag and barf before this moment. 

The music started, Steve was counted in and as he always did, he watched Robin for the first thirty seconds as she kept the beat. All the while, Eddie’s just a step behind Steve, right in his blind spot, signing along to the actual music playing. 

There’s some whores in this house. 

Robin had to keep the beat this time, occasionally it was Max, but Robin was musical enough to keep the wrong beat as WAP filled the room. Those who didn’t know what was going on quickly caught on. Glances were exchanged and in seconds the room agreed to support this, marking the first time in their short Tik Tok career, the whole room managed to not get caught up in the giggles. 

Certified freak…

The patients fading fast

Nothing is matching up as Steve’s focus leaves Robin for the first time, eyes naturally drifting to Eddie’s reflection as his thumbs and fingers connect and it’s moved from his eyes to his chin, tongue out and looking far too delighted. 

Steve’s brain short circuits and he can’t remember his next sign. He’s stuttering without making a sound as one hand sort of shakes, trying to jump-start the next line in his brain. Eddie is not only not signing the same things but he’s talking about…no. He couldn’t be. Why would he be? 

The entire printed-out page of lyrics rolls past Steve’s eyes as he tries to figure out where it says anything like Eddie is saying. Or where those liberties could be taken. Not once does Eddie stop, he barely falters and is now talking about parking in a garage. Steve's eyes go wide, that can't be what he just seen.

No one lets their face change, those who aren’t actors saved their skills for this exact moment. Steve tries to read them but turns back to Eddie fairly quickly. And Eddie loses it, his hands drop to his knees and he’s laughing loud enough that everyone is sure Steve can hear him. And when Steve tries to shove Eddie over they believe, for a minute, he could. 

Once it starts, everyone joins in. The Tik Tok jumps to a much calmer room and Steve and Eddie sign furiously. There are tears of laughter in Eddie’s eyes, he can barely keep it together to explain anything. The camera turns around to show most of the gang and Robin saying “I think we’re in trouble.” 

Of course, no one was. Steve yelled and stomped his feet for a minute but he proved everyone's predictions right. He was mad because they'd strung Dustin along for days only the pull the rug out from under him at the last moment. After everyone explained they’d already made plans to do the song for real, Steve calmed a little.

The first duet came from Max’s account as she showed Steve watching the video. Making jokes about seeing the exact moment Steve’s soul left his body (complete with a freeze frame of the video to prove it) and that he’d already called the divorce lawyer. 

A few others came in the following days, most people laughing and doing little else to add to the content. But a week and a half later, Lucas came over with Gareth and gave Steve the revenge he didn’t ask or plan for. 

It was a stitch, started close up on someone who let the silence hang in the air for a while before asking, “What’d you say to me about that last video?” 

“I said, ‘Is that Eddie Munson?’” 

“Who’s that?” the person on camera asked.

“Who’s that?” the off-screen voice said with too much disgust. 

The video cuts, now on the back camera. On the tv across the room is a video on YouTube of Corroded Coffin playing live. It pans over the person who was the off-screen voice headbanging along for a few seconds before saying “That’s Eddie Munson” and then playing some air guitar. 

The camera pans back to the tv and down to a tablet playing the Tik Tok and the camera zoomed in on Eddie signing WAP. Another cut and it’s Eddie headbanging on screen. After another camera switch from back to front, it shows the first person looking incredibly confused and that’s where it ends. 

While that would be enough for Lucas and Gareth to show off, they have video after video of people stitching or dueting that person’s video with a similar look of confusion. In a chain of events that only the internet is good at, the last video they play shows a tweet from Megan Thee Stallion on the top of the screen. She's cracking jokes and mentioning Weird Al Yankovic, asking when his version of WAP is coming, she has an idea for the video. 

Days later, a blushing Steve stood next to Eddie in the same room they did all their Tik Toks in. A dramatic silence was soon followed by the chant "There's some whores in this house". This time, Steve signed along with Eddie. The laughter wasn't off-screen this time as they worked to put their all into it. The top comment was Dustin, furious this came before the video they owed him. 

The next comment was Erica refusing to help them ever again. 

Steve made it through nearly the entire song before he had to walk out of the room, laughing too hard to stand up. It ends with Eddie standing in front of the phone, rock fingers, tongue out. 

#steddie #hairmetal #steve harrington #eddie munson #joey writes

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Sympathetic Deceit: on Fanon, Tropes, and Unneeded Character

To those who were in the Sanders Sides fandom from 2018 to 2020, you should be familiar with the kind of simplistic moral hellscape it was. Personally, I recall the phrase 'Sympathetic Dark Sides' and go through all 5 stages of grief at the same time. I remembered it in the shower today and could not rest until I had written 2.2k about the phenomenon.

To those who weren't, I hope this is legible. Enjoy the shitshow!

Premiering in 2016, Sanders Sides is a web series by Thomas Sanders of Vine fame. Initially a light series about his internal logos, ethos, and pathos bickering over problems and coming to conclusions, the series soon integrated a plot, and eventually, tried its hand at moral complexity. Can’t say it didn’t try.

Along with the three initial sides, who were the unequivocal Good Guys, another side was soon introduced; Anxiety, an outcast and an antagonist. As the episodes went on, Anxiety was drawn more and more into the main group, until finally, the group learned his real name: Virgil. Learning the other sides’s names had been a benchmark of trust, and all the others had revealed theirs – Logan, Patton, and Roman. This symbolised that Virgil had become a part of them, no longer an outcast.

As Virgil revealed his name and joined the group, Roman said that he was ‘nothing compared to the others.’ Cue the introduction of the Dark dichotomy.

After this point, a line was drawn to retroactively define the way that Virgil had been an outcast. Roman, Patton, and Logan were the Light Sides, the good guys, the ones who were immediately trusted. Before he had begun hanging around the Light Sides, Virgil had been a member of the Dark Sides, a nebulous group that... the audience knows almost nothing about other than Virgil’s involvement and the existance of others. After that line was dropped, it was tabled. The four Light Sides blissfully bickered amongst each other with no further mention of the Dark Sides.

Five months later, an episode aired that, on its head, seemed to be another solely Light episode. For half an hour, the Light Sides argued. In the back end of the episode, however, Patton – the paternal figure of emotion and morality – had been acting less and less moral and emotional. He had turned almost calculating, and soon, the other Light Sides unmasked him as Deceit, the first Dark Side revealed with the knowledge of what they are. Thomas was panicked by this appearance, and though Deceit soon disappeared, he required reassurance from the Light Sides that despite Deceit being a part of him, he was a Good Person.

Logan, Logic, butted in and claimed that Good and Bad are relative concepts, but before he could continue, Virgil shut him up, reinforcing the dichotomy. Yes, Thomas, you’re a good person even though Deceit lives within you, believe in yourself and don’t let him get to you, etc etc etc.

After this episode, it was over two years before we saw Deceit again – saw him properly, saw him in more than bit parts. During this time, I’d like to swivel to the fandom’s reaction to Deceit, and the bullshittery to follow.

To someone familiar with fandom, it should be no surprise that Virgil was the most popular side. Once an outcast, now redeemed, the most obviously ‘complex’ character in the show. An edgy angsty side,  ripe to be woobied; babied, coddled, treated like a smol precious cinnamon roll.  Of course, if you want to draw out the woobie, first you need to damage it, to give it something to heal from. Hurt/Comfort needs the Hurt. However, all of the Light Sides were good – at this point, no reason had been given to question their morality, and the idea that any of them  would purposefully harm Virgil after his redemption was not a popular one at all. The Light Sides were not the only characters, though. There were the Dark Sides. There was Deceit.

Deceit, who had only gotten five or so minutes screen-time as himself, the rest of which had him imitating Patton. Deceit, who had been set up as the first serious antagonist and was not touched for two years. Deceit, who had a history. Who had bad blood with Virgil of all sides. It was almost inevitable.

The most common use of this angst was in Deceit’s capacity as a manipulator. He had many parallels to Patton, often considered to be the leader of the Light Sides, and this led to him being considered leader of the Dark Sides. Virgil had defected from the dark, and hey, he had to have had a pretty good reason to defect, right? Most often, it was written either than Deceit had turned Virgil against the Light Sides and that Virgil had realised this, or that Deceit had been a perpetrator of abuse of any kind conceivable. This second interpretation soon spread, into Alternate Universes and everything beyond, with Deceit as a stand-in for any sort of villain. If you wanted to write a story about Virgil recovering from being physically, sexually, psychologically abused, he needed an abuser. High School!Virgil needed a bully. Fantasy!Virgil needed an evil leader to betray. All through this, Deceit’s name was a point of contention. He was the only side thus far not to have one, and while there was no real consensus, one of the most common was Damien, a name commonly associated with demons and evil.

Eventually, however, Deceit appeared again in 2019, when he butted heads with Patton for a full 40 minutes. Though he was rebuffed again, this episode shifted the common perception of Deceit almost entirely. As opposed to his first appearance, during which he appeared unilaterally sinister after imitating a beloved character for the sake of manipulation, this Deceit was charismatic. He was funny, he had good arguments, and many fans welcomed the ‘dimension’ that this brought to the series. They agreed with him, or thought that he had been railroaded by the bias against Dark Sides, or simply liked the cut of his jib. Thus, the tide began to turn against the conception of Deceit as solid evil. However, this was to face a mighty challenge in the coming months: the same black and white morality that Deceit himself was fighting  against.

While Virgil had been redeemed, many fans were much less willing to give credence to Deceit. After all, they had just spent two years building him up as the villain of all villains! He wasn’t the only one: there was also a theorised third Dark Side, usually called Anger or some variation, to parallel Logan’s fits of rage. However, Deceit had been the star of the show, and realising him as sympathetic would leave them without an incorrigable villain. A schism formed between those who liked and those who hated Deceit, and this culminated in the beginning of the sympathies: Sympathetic Deceit.

It was incredibly jarring for many fans, who had written Deceit as an manipulator and an abuser and all manner of other evils, to see him suddenly being discussed as if he was a good person. A call to action came, asking that people tag Deceit content which wasn’t wholehearted condemnation. Sympathetic Deceit, they called it, not wanting to see this character be treated with any kind of mercy or dimension. If it sounds like I have a grudge, well, my past kinship with Deceit is business of mine and mine alone.

However, Sympathetic Deceit was not the only tag to come out of this. Soon, as the Deceit sympathisers were beginning to question the morality of Deceit, this doubt spread to the Light Sides. The character that this most prominently affected was Patton, Deceit’s Light counterpart. What had previously been a cute, optimistic, paternal character was being analysed more closely. People were noticing his toxic positivity, his possessiveness, his holier-than-thou moral attitude. Before this point, any fanworks featuring conflict between the Light Sides was the result of misunderstanding or attitudes that changed by the end of the works. However, many people were angry and frustrated with Patton, and they began to write him as manipulative, as an antagonist, as Bad. He didn’t get redeemed in those. Thus was born the tag Unsympathetic Patton.

Unsympathetic was not the same as Evil or Bad; after all, that would have just been recreating the Light and Dark dichotomy, which Unsympathetic Patton was meant to break! Instead, Unsympathetic Patton fics had a few key characteristics. Firstly, he harmed the other sides, be it through malice or ignorance. Secondly, he did not grow from it. He was not redeemed and he did not apologise, and thus, there was no  way to Sympathise with him, to see him as more than a nameless villain to attack and run when their time was up.

This convention also spread to other characters – Unsympathetic Virgil, used in tandem with Sympathetic Deceit to paint Virgil as the one at fault for their falling out. Unsympathetic Roman, with his arrogance and proclivity for cutting remarks. Rarest of all was Unsympathetic Logan, but his calculating nature and quickness to anger earned him more than a few works. However, even today, Unsympathetic Patton Sanders is the most common unsympathy tag, though this is likely due to the fact that the tagging trend only came about after the two years of Deceit Villainy, so many Unsympathetic Deceit fics are not tagged as such.

There are many reasons why Patton was the most popular unsympathetic side. He was stubborn and obstinately positive, often pushing the emotions of the other Sides to the wayside. He held a position as a fatherly Christian arbiter of morality that felt wrong to many of the series’s young queer fans. His position as undisputed cinnamon roll of goodness left him far to fall. What matters most, though, is the way that this represents the growing schism between the two groups of fans, which had more in common than they would like to admit.

On one side: the people who had built up Deceit in their heads as this big, scary villain, and clung to their unsympathetic view of him even as the series went on and he became a squarely ‘sympathetic’ figure.

On the other side: people who were on Deceit’s side, and, often in backlash to the other side (some of whom hated Deceit because they were Patton fans), wrote more about Unsympathetic Light Sides. To widen the scape of stories being told, to get back at the Deceit haters, whatever their reasons.

The very next episode, three months after the sympathism schism began, in came Remus. A Dark Side representing intrusive thoughts, he was always going to be a divisive and triggering character. I only knew a new episode had come out because the top post on my dash was reminding people to tag for Sympathetic Remus. I was squarely in the Sympathetic Deceit camp, so I imagine that there was more ‘Unsympathetic Remus’ content outside of my circle that fell more into his placement as a Dark Side, but in my eyes, Remus himself was not the most impactful part of that episode on the fandom’s perception of characters. It was his backstory.

Remus was introduced as a character who represented ‘dark creativity’, such as gore, fetish, and sexuality, in contrast to Roman, who was ‘light’ creativity; romance, fantasy, adventure. Roman and Remus are twins, and the popular fan conception is that they were once one Creativity that was then split. This split is theorised to have come around because of Thomas wanting to distance himself from his unsettling thoughts, viewed through a Christian lens of bad thoughts meaning bad actions. This view is continually espoused by Patton, who was already being cast as Evil by the fanbase. Thus, on came the idea that Patton was directly responsible for Creativity being torn apart and Remus being cast into the Darkness, and on goes more slack to the fire.

In mid-2020, we got an epsiode focused around combatting the idea of Unsympathetic sides, and it’s another one focused around Deceit vs Patton. In this episode, Patton turns out to be the bad influence and Deceit is the one who ‘saves’ Thomas, revealing his name as Janus in a show of trust as Roman berates Thomas for trusting a Dark Side. Patton and Deceit talk about how much one can make mistakes before you should cut them out of your life, and Patton apologises. If I recall correctly, this did calm down some of the Patton haters; after all, he apologised and promised to do better going forward. However, many Patton Unsympathisers did not feel it was enough, or had simply fallen far enough into the groove of Unsympathetic Patton that it was familiar.

Since this episode, there have been side-stories and gag episodes, but no proper plot. Well, TV Tropes tells me that that fabled Anger side has been foreshadowed, but that’s irrelevant for now. I don’t really know how to wrap up this essay, because it’s not like there’s been a conclusion to this. There are still people who hate Deceit and who hate Patton, though they are much lower in numbers than they once were. From what I remember, Unsympathetic Sides became seen as more of a story convention than a representation of true feelings. Sides are seen as unsympathetic for specific AUs where they fit the villains.

To this day, 3 years since its introduction, the Sympathy tagging system is still used. Out of the 20 most recent Sanders Sides fics on AO3, five of them were tagged with some variation of Sympathy or Unsympathy, a ratio shared by the most recent Deceit fics in particular.

I guess this acts as a word of caution against hiatus-brain and ignoring canon for the sake of fanon. Mostly, it acts as a place for me to vent the absolute shitshow that was the fandom. The shitshow that probably still is the fandom. Any current fans, feel free to correct me, I fell out of it around late 2020.

Don’t watch this series. It is not good.

#@fans hope u dont mind me trigger tagging in here. u can block me i dont mind #thomas sanders #sanders sides #see idek who my audience is aside from 'bitter ex-fans' and i dont think we have a support group or anything to tag so #also i barely proofread this hashtag soz

[teabiscs]

Ugh Someone give me a Kai Rei where:

:readmore:

Everyone knows they like each other. It’s so obvious. But they’re both oblivious idiots. Who think they’re so smooth and they have things under wraps and no one knows they have a thing for the other.

And the Bladebreakers, White Tigers and Borg are all SO tired of the stares with live in their eyes. And the blushing and hiding away. And the awkwardness between the two.

(And everyone would just have a different approach at getting them to admit their feeling and pursue their crush.

Borg, minus Sergei, are more direct at pushing Kai, while Sergei is gentler and logical.

Mao crusades the rest of the team at getting Rei to open up about wanting things. That’s it’s okay to want things. And have feelings and crushes. [and Rei being confused because mao we broke up?]

Bladebreakers are a mix of both. Max is the ship pioneer. Always pull the two together and making sure they’re stuck together, even if they’re awkward and nervous with each other. Hiromi playing interference with Takao because he can be dense about their feelings and is like /I don’t get it. They both like each other. Why can’t they just date?/

And they have one BIG group chat for it. With some dumb group name. And it’s all of them updating everyone on what’s going on.

/Rei was watching Kai the entire practice today, like he couldn’t even focus/

/Rei’s hair accidentally touched Kai today, and he looked like he was going through five stages of grief that the touch was so short/

/went to the store today and Kai just stared at this tiger plush for five minutes and then he bought it. It looks just like Drigger. Coincidence? I think not/

/since when does Rei wear purple… like a certain someone we know does?/

/ever since kai said he likes long hair, Rei’s been wearing his hair down/

And eventually they’re all at a lose because why are they both so stupid!!! So dense!!

But a moment appears before them! The majestics are hosting a party. And maybe. Everyone pushes alcohol on the two. Rei being a clingy drunk and Kai being an oversharing one. And anywho one thing leads to another and the kiss. And everyone cheers. And that someone how sobers the two up just a tad.

And then, an awkward next morning where they both apologize and avoid each other both thinking they fucked up their chance. And the three teams are like our plan backfired and now they’re worse!!!!

an intervention. Where the two are forced to sit down with everyone. And it could be either max/mao/yuriy being like you two both like each other. It’s mutual. Stop the pining and date already. We’re so tired of you two beating around the bush, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Queue the simultaneous “you like me?”

And then they lived happily ever after, the end.

#beyblade fic ideas #I love the whole matchmaking trope #also don’t ask me why all the teams would be so close together geometrically speaking #mr dickinson has something to do with it probably