#i absolutely loathe noah

[sharpesjoy]

will byers deserves better than noah schnapp

#em talks #my sweet sweet boy #i absolutely loathe noah #will byers #noah schnapp #stranger things

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | one

Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? April 29th 2022 (a/n yes I know some of these dates don’t actually add up, it’s just for story purposes!) Elliots POV Nursing really wasn’t for the faint of heart, which makes me wonder why I do it. Part of me knows it’s cause I’m a pathological people pleaser and like all the pats on the back I get. On the other hand I did land myself a great position in the NICU and helping babies get healthy and go home was such a rewarding feeling. I worked twelve hour night shifts but they went by pretty fast. It was about 6:45am and I was wrapping up some charting as my phone buzzed beside me. It was my best friend Danielle. “Hey boo! Don’t forget we got tickets for Bad Omens tonight!”

Shit, I totally forgot. I sighed deeply, catching stares from some of the parents visiting their babies. I hated texting Tyler about anything because he acted like everything was fine but sadly, I had to play the part too.   “Hey I totally spaced and forgot I’m going to a concert with Danielle tonight. My dad is going come over to help with Liam’s dinner and bedtime until you get home.” “Okay :) See you when you get home!” I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck. My shift was over so I handed off report to the nurses coming on shift and headed towards my car. I lifted my mask off as the fresh air hit my face, waking me up a little bit. I took my phone out of my scrub pocket and texted Danielle back. “I can’t wait…I need a girls night.” “Come to the venue at 5 so we can have some drinks and sneak front row.” Danielle worked at the venue where Bad Omens would be playing, which worked in our favour. She always got us free tickets to every event and snuck us in early to get a good spot.  I discovered Bad Omens around the same time I met Tyler. I heard Careful What You Wish For on the radio and I was hooked. During the pandemic, I found myself watching all of Noah’s twitch streams every single day. It was his way of staying connected to the fans and to fill the void of uncertainty of this virus. Something about his voice was so soothing, seriously, he could do audiobooks or podcasts if this singing thing doesn’t work out. When I got home, Tyler was on his phone typing away, probably to whatever her name was. Marissa? Miranda? I don’t know or fucking care enough to remember. He got up from the table and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and lied about having a cold sore forming. He went to make me coffee and I suddenly felt nauseous. Every time he tried to do something nice for me my blood would boil. He wasn’t doing this because he loved me, he did it to keep his image. I took the coffee from him and turned away from his sad attempt to kiss me again. “You never want any affection from me anymore, what is going on?” Oh if only you knew. “Tyler, I spend all fucking night with babies on me and being overstimulated by people. I just want an hour where I’m not touched or talked to.” “Right.” “Sorry.” I lied, rolling my eyes. I started to walk towards the stairs so I could go up and shower but he stopped me dead in my tracks. “You know tonight will be the third time you’ve gone out with your friends this month.” He shot me at me. That was the one thing I fucking loathed about him. He was really, really good at being a dick about absolutely anything. I never bothered replying to him, I just headed to my master bathroom and turned on the shower. The water felt so good as I washed off last nights shift, which was a mixture of formula and spit up. After my shower I took my coffee into my bedroom and settled on a rerun of Friends while I waited for Liam to wake up. I heard Tyler leave and I felt like I could breathe properly. 

A few hours later there was a knock on the door. Liam and I were having a nap on the couch after we had lunch. It started to rain earlier so it ruined our plans to go to the park, instead we settled on Disney movies and snuggles. His nap time was the only time I got to sleep during the day unfortunately unless he was at daycare. I slipped out of his grip to go answer the door, it was my Dad. He greeted me with a hug and we walked into the kitchen. I threw on some coffee for us as a yawn escaped my mouth. “Thanks again for staying here until Tyler gets home.” “Anything for you pumpkin.” He replies as he grabs the creamer out of the fridge for us. “Is everything okay? You seem a little down lately.” “Uh…yeah there is something.” I said before taking a deep breath. “Tyler’s been having an affair. I haven’t told him I know, I’ve been getting everything in order with my lawyer before I serve him the papers.” “When did you find out?” “A month ago.” I laughed. I don’t know why I was laughing, but somedays this situation felt comical to me. “I’ve only told Danielle because her mom is a lawyer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was afraid you would’ve shown up here with a shot gun.” I chuckled before taking a sip of my coffee. He half smiled but I could tell he was really upset. “Dad I’m fine. I’m going to figure this out.” “I know. Just talk to me sooner next time okay? Now that your mom is gone you and Liam are all I have.” “I miss her so much.” I said as I felt that all too familiar lump in my throat anytime I thought about my mom. We sadly lost her to Covid after she came home from a girls trip in Mexico, right around the time the pandemic hit so we didn’t know the severity of it. It hit her so fast, causing her to go into cardiac arrest and passing hours later. I had days where guilt hit me hard since she was admitted to the hospital I worked at. I wasn’t allowed to care for her cause looking after family is considered a conflict of interest. It’s been so difficult without her, but it has made my bond with my Dad a lot stronger. We talked and finished our coffees before Liam ran into the kitchen after his nap. He was only fifteen months old and could already outrun us all. I picked him up and showered him with kisses before I headed upstairs to get ready for tonight. I opened a raspberry White Claw as I put Taylor Swift’s Reputation album on shuffle, it was my favourite album by her and it was my go to while I got ready. I settled on a pair of faux leather leggings, a low-cut bodysuit to show off my sternum tattoo, and black Doc Martens. I was still learning to love my postpartum body but I had to admit, the new hourglass shape I had was starting to grow on me. 

My phone buzzed that my Uber was outside and it caused my heart to flutter. Something about the idea of finally seeing these boys in real life was making me nervous, and I had no idea why. I never put them on a pedestal or thought they were gods but it’s gonna be surreal after only seeing them behind a screen. I said goodbye to my dad and Liam before heading out the door. I was so happy it was almost May, the weather was mild enough that I didn’t need a jacket anymore. “There she is!” I smiled as I walked up to Danielle who was with our other two friends, Amy and Taylor. They complimented my look and it gave me the confidence boost I desperately needed. Danielle walked up to the bar when we got in and got us a round of double gin and tonics which was just what I needed. My nerves were getting the best of me and I really needed to loosen up a little bit. After a few more drinks we headed to the barricade and waited for the concert to start. 

“So El, are you excited to see Noah?” I furrowed my brow and looked at Taylor, “Uhh…I’m excited to see the whole band.” “Obviously, but you’re obsessed with Noah. You’ve been practically drooling over him since he was streaming.” “I have not.” At this point I was blushing so hard and I couldn’t blame it on the drinks we had. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. His long hair would make me fold every time I saw him and don’t get me started on the buns he used to do where strands of his hair would perfectly fall around his face…or when he used claw clips or… Make them Suffer came onto the stage and interrupted my thoughts that were going south. The girls and I thrashed around to their setlist and right after that A Thousand Below came on followed by Dayseeker. I cried a little bit during Without me then went back to dancing and even caught a guitar pick. I was feeling better than I have in months, I felt so carefree, happy and not thinking about what my home life was like. I wish I could feel like this every night.

The lights went dark and I froze. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as Folio walked towards his drum set and started to play to the beat of Concrete Jungle. I had tried my best to stay off TikTok to avoid spoilers but I knew Noah came out next before the rest of the band. Before I could process what was going on, he was right in front of me. He stood there all dressed in black, his leathered hand wrapped about the mic stand and he started to sing. Holy fuck. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the entire show. He was captivating as he had the crowd in the palm of his hands. His voice sounded better than I could’ve imagined, he had the voice of an angel and the screams of a demon. I don’t know if I was being delusional, but I’m sure we made eye contact a few times. He sat down at the edge of the stage and serenaded the crowd with who are you? and he was right in front of us. He was so close I could see clusters of freckles on his shoulders peeking through his tattoos. When our eyes connected again I waved at him to embarrass him and it totally worked cause he fumbled his next line. He got up and walked towards the other side of the stage, not before turning back around to look at me again…he was completely flustered. “What was that?” Danielle screamed at me as the girls just stood there in disbelief. I just shrugged at them before putting my attention back on the band. The show came to an end, not before Noah and I stole more glances at each other. I tried to gain my composure, but I couldn’t. I cannot believe I just flirted with Noah Sebastian. Also the show? Fucking best concert I’ve ever been to, so good that my throat was hoarse and I’m pretty sure my toes were bleeding. “Hey guys before we go, I just need to go to my office to grab my purse. I can’t stress this enough though, no looking for the band okay?” As much as I wanted to find Noah, we nodded our heads in agreement before heading back there. I was not about to get my best friend fired from her dream job cause I wanted to flirt with some boy in a band. I really needed to pee though after holding it for almost three hours so I went on a mission to find a bathroom. I circled for a few minutes before finding a women’s bathroom. As I walked in the toilet flushed and the stall door opened. It was Noah. He put his hands up in protest as he flushed pink, “I promise I’m not a woman.” I forced an awkward laugh as I looked him up and down. He already looked like he showered and changed. The scent of his cologne lingered over to me and I could feel my face burning. He walked over to the sink to wash his hands so I took the opportunity to admire his tall stature. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a grey Chief hoodie and white Nikes. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tattoos were exposed. My face was getting hotter the longer I watched him…I felt like a victorian man seeing a women’s ankles for the first time.

Also…Chief? One of my favourite bands? What are doing to me Noah? “Nice hoodie.” Noah smiled at the ground before looking back up to me. His eyes were so dark you could hardly see his pupils. They were the kind of eyes you could get lost in…and I definitely was. “Sorry I’ll give you some privacy.” He said gesturing towards the bathroom stall. I smiled at him as he walked past me towards the door. Noah stopped as he opened the door to turn back to me, “oh by the way, thanks for making me fuck up tonight.” “I did no such thing!” I audibly gasped. Noah shut the door and walked back over to me, “you definitely did.” “I was testing a theory that you were eye fucking me through the whole show.” I said as I crossed my arms, trying to make myself look taller but I was failing miserably. “Well, how was my eye fucking?” He replied with a deeper tone to his voice. He crossed his arms as well and got closer to me, close enough that he towered over my 5 foot frame with no problem. I was completely lost for words on account that my bladder was about to burst. “I have to pee.” “Ok fine, I’ll go.” He said, looking down at me as he grinned like a devil, “this isn’t over.”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic

[jaegerisim]

Thinking about the time I met a guy, who was carrying a tote bag of Will's Painting with a pin of the gay flag pin and a hellfire pin, at uni. So I went up to him and asked him about his fav character to which he said it was Will or Robin bc they were excellent gay rep. Then he said his fav scene was the painting reveal scene bc Noah and Finn made it seem super sweet and tender and loving. This made my dumbass think it was safe to ask if he shipped byler, the absolute look of loathing this guy gave me after he snapped "Why would I ship byler? Mileven is literally endgame? Like tf u mean byler? Mike is as straight as an arrow!".

#el has random thoughts

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Masterlist

I watched Noah yesterday and all I could think of was this.

ALFIE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOATHE THAT MOVIE.

But it also sparked another wee modern Papa Solomons headcanon, so let’s crack on with that, eh?

Just Alfie Solomons Things: Movie Night with Your Little Dove

Movie nights are only spent in the living room during summer. The rest of the year, they’re held in bed (and without question when his sciatica plays up).

Although, perhaps it’s better to say your movie nights. Alfie prefers books, even deeming it the ultimate form of entertainment and learning.

You’ll have your laptop open on your lap, tucked in with a cup of tea or coffee on the bedside table and headphones on your head to let him read in peace.

Nevertheless, one night, you catch him watching along. Of course he tries to give off the impression he doesn’t, quickly averting his gaze to the novel in his big wolf paws when you glance at him.

“Want me to rewind and start from the beginning?” you ask after catching him for nth time in ten minutes.

Alfie shakes his head, lips pursed as he feigns interest in his book. “Nah, you go watch that. I’ll read.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

“Is the book interesting?”

“Certainly.”

Letting out a sigh bordering on a breathless laugh, you turn off your headphones and rewind to the start of the movie. You hadn’t gotten far anyway, so there’s no harm in rewatching those few minutes. “Please watch the movie with me, Wolfy.”

How can he not humour you when use the nickname he’s secretly incredibly proud of? You gave it to him when you ran your hands through his beard for the first time, accidentally voicing the thought that popped into your head.

Look, in your defense, Alfie has his wolfish ways. He grumbles, grunts, loves beard scratches, is territorial, has a nice furry chest, surprisingly soft body hair in general, and sometimes purrs rather than hums.

Anyway, he humours you.

You scoot closer to him, snuggling up into him with the Peter Rabbit stuffie he bought for you the last time you two visited the V&A. It’s a good thing you two are in bed because the sight of you, curled up in his arms with your favourite stuffed animal, leaves Alfie weak in the knees.

Now, despite not always adhering to it, he loves to teach you about his heritage. Sometimes he can info dump a lot, but sometimes little bits of the flood of information stick.

“Erm, is it me or do they look like golems?” you ask after a few minutes. Concerned, you look up at him, jaw tense with the gnawing sense you might just have been accidentally disrespectful. “Or did I just say something completely ignorant?”

“I can see why you’d say that. ‘Owever, dove, golems are made of mud or clay.” He presses a kiss to your temple and runs his fingers through your hair, his rings smoothing out minor tangles in it. “Although, I suppose they’d qualify, being made of rock. But the Watchers certainly didn’t look like that. They were indeed fallen angels, but nothing like those… whatever they are.”

And that’s only one of the criticisms he has to offer.

Throughout the movie, he occasionally snarls at the deviations from the original story.

“Tubal-Cain? Is that supposed to be some off-handed yet obvious reference to Cain? Might as well hang a sign around ‘is neck with Super Villain Nr. 1.”

“Ham had a wife! Why is ‘e bein’ a horny teenager in this while ‘is brother is the one with kids? That ain’t right.”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s only CGI. Those animals ain’t real. No need to cry.”

At some point, movie night turns into browsing the Internet and Torah studies with Alfie explaining what actually happened in Genesis.

You are both aware the film is an adaptation and therefore takes creative liberties. Nevertheless, Alfie’s absolutely not having it and you’re more interested in what he has to say than watching the movie. After all, he’s a damn good storyteller and excellent (albeit gruff) teacher.

Regardless, you somehow make it to the end. And it’s only then you finally hear a slightly more positive tone in his voice.

“Well, at least they’ve got the walking backward correct,” he mutters under his breath when Shem and Japheth cover a naked drunk Noah.

“But isn’t this also where Noah is supposed to curse Ham?” you ask, remembering one of the things that stuck from one of the floods of information he drowned you in.

“It is.”

“There’s just one thing, though, I don’t understand. I know there are varying views, but why does Noah curse Ham? And why is it called the Curse of Canaan?”

Alfie opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the correct words. Eventually, he settles for a groan which gives away the question is rather uncomfortable. “Well, sweetheart, it’s a matter of interpretation. There are those who say Cham castrated Noah, depriving him of the ability to have a fourth son and therefore Noah curses Cham’s fourth son. ‘Owever, ‘seeing one’s nakedness’ is biblical language to indicate sexual acts.”

“So, Ham and Noah…”

Alfie clears his throat. “Yes.”

“Why…”

“It’s Cham who’s at fault, not Noah.”

“Yeah, but still, I mean, why would you f-“

“Right!” He cuts you off by stealing a kiss off of your lips, disarming you in what he knows is the most effective way. “The moral of the story is, right, when it comes to the curse, that Cham should ‘ave shown empathy towards ‘is father. ‘E ‘ad kids ‘imself, in the story, not this awful stuff. So ‘e should ‘ave been able to place ‘imself in ‘is father’s shoes, know ‘ow difficult it is to be a parent. But did ‘e?”

You shake your head. “No, he doesn’t seem to care for his father at all.”

“Exactly! And this is what the story means to teach us. If you act insensitively to a person in need, yeah, if you are unable to control yourself and show compassion, you’re nothin’ but a slave. A slave to your own needs and passions.”

“Did they really have to go the extra mile, though? I mean, zeitgeist and cultural differences are of course to be considered, but really?”

Alfie merely chuckles. “Don’t worry your pretty little ‘ead over such gruesome matters, Y/N. Rather worry about gettin’ enough sleep. Come on, love, time for bed.”

This is his favourite part of the night.

You, sound asleep in his arms and nuzzling your stuffie. Safe and sound.

It’s only then he can allow himself to give into the waves of slumber.

The damned man and the dove.

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#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Please excuse any mistakes. It’s 23:20 and I’m knackered

[hes-a-rainbow]

Heaven And Hell (Part Two) ~ e.m.

A/N: I’m not really sure if anyone is actually reading this, but if you enjoy, please share! I will be updating every Wednesday 🖤

Summary: After Noah's run in with Steve and Robin, she reminisces on how she ended up back in Hawkins. 

Warnings: self loathing, Steve being a babygirl, talks of body image (specifically after childbirth)

Word Count: 2k

(Divider by @silkholland​)

Part One

“You absolute dingus! Those were the chips!” Robin seems more concerned with the party snack food than the absolute bombshell she just dropped on Steve.

“Hold on a second,” He grabs Robin’s shoulder to prevent her from picking up the fallen bags, ”Did she tell you that was Munson’s kid?”

“Tell me? She didn’t have to! I have eyes!” Robin points to both of her eyes to prove her point even further. Steve can’t help but put his hands on his hips and roll his eyes, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Robin.”

“It adds up, doesn't it?” Again, Steve can’t help but shake his head in confusion.

“How old do you think that kid is, Harrington?”

Steve’s whole mind is running wild and he gestures his hand in the air, “I don’t know like…two?”

“Wrong, my niece just turned six and I know a toddler when I see one. She was at least 3 or 4.”

“So? What’re you suggesting? Eddie’s been sneaking up secretly to New York to see Noah and he just never told us?” Steve swears he has no idea where Robin’s trying to go with this.

She throws her arms up in the air, and then mocks Steve’s stance, putting her hands on her hips, squinting up at him, “You really are just a pretty face, aren’t you?”

“Okay, uncalled for,” Steve goes to pick up the chips from the ground, hoping they're not completely dust by now.

“Okay, let me spell it out for you: Noah left Hawkins four years ago,” Robin sticks out her pointer finger as she begins her checklist, “She shows up four years later with a tiny little kid who just so happens to have a head full of brown curls, and big ol’ puppy dog eyes,” She sticks up her middle finger as she continues, “And I know you didn’t pay much attention in biology–”

“I passed, didn’t I?” Robin pushes her hand in front of Steve’s face, now adding her ring finger to the mix.

“9 months, Harrington! Which means, if my math is correct–”

“Which it usually isn’t,” Steve interrupts but Robin doesn’t miss a beat. “Noah could’ve easily been pregnant when she left.”

Steve’s eyebrows rise on his forehead, “You can’t seriously be suggesting…”

“I’m just stating the facts,” Robin’s hand drops down to her sides as a sullen look comes across her face, “But the timeline adds up, doesn’t it?”

Steve shakes his head,“No, there’s no way!” He runs a hair through his short locks in frustration, “She would never do that to Eddie. She loved him. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Look, after everything we went through,” A phantom twinge of pain shoots through Steve’s neck as he goes to place a hand at the base of his neck, the scar no longer physical but the memory remaining all the same. Robin notices, because of course she does, and she places a calming hand on Steve’s forearm, “We all dealt with the trauma differently…” Again, Steve outwardly cringes and massages the base of his neck; flashes of memories fill his head of how they all dealt with the aftermath of the Upside Down.

“Maybe–maybe she got scared and–and couldn’t handle being around here anymore. I honestly can’t blame her for not wanting to raise a child around here after everything she’s seen.”

Steve’s head still shakes, “No, no, absolutely not.” His eyes met with Robin’s again, “She wouldn’t do that to Eddie! She wouldn’t break his heart and then not tell him that she was having his kid. That’s not who she is. Or was or–or I don’t know!” He rubs his hands over his eyes. He can already feel a headache forming behind his eyes, something that had happened frequently for years due to the many beatings he took as a teenager. Robin moves her hand over Steve’s forearm, trying to offer him any sort of comfort.

“I know, and maybe I’m completely wrong and talking out of my ass but…”

“Yeah, yeah…” The pair have no more words to express as they both fill up the trunk of Steve’s car with the remainder of the groceries.

Steve shuts the trunk as Robin climbs into the passenger seat. When Steve clambers in, he pauses a moment before shutting his door, “We should tell him right?” He looks over his shoulder at Robin who is clicking in her seat belt.

“We don’t even know if she’s his.” Robin’s hand pulls the top of the seat belt as she tightens it slightly, hands urging to mess with something.

“No, I know, but we should at least give him a heads up that she’s back and coming tonight.” Steve finally shuts the door and leans his hands on the steering wheel, “And that she has a kid. He can come to his own conclusion. It’s a conversation they need to have together.”

Robin nods her head as Steve buckles in his seat belt. He can tell this whole thing had brought her down a few notches so he pats her knee lovingly, getting her to look at him again, “Hey, it’s your birthday eve! Let’s not worry about other people’s problems for once and have fun.”

A grin spreads over Robin’s face, “Let’s get fucked up tonight.”

“Oh we are so getting fucked!” Robins screeches before Steve can even realize his mistake. “Fucked up, I mean getting fucked up!” He turns the key over and the engine roars to life. He’s about to put the car in reverse when he turns back to Robin, “You know what? No, we are getting fucked tonight! It’s your fucking birthday!”

Robin claps before rolling down her window to announce to the parking lot, “It’s my fucking birthday!”

“Fuck, I look fucking stupid.” Noah whispers to her empty bedroom. Her hands smooth down the red dress she’s wearing as she examines herself in the mirror. She feels like an idiot. She should’ve never come back to Hawkins.

But she didn’t really have a choice did she?

After she moved with her parents to New York, she finally got accepted into a writing program at a college in New York City. She had always loved creative writing, spending much of her free time writing short stories about other worlds and mystical creatures. It was one of the first things that had drawn her to Eddie first. They were paired up in English class during their (his first) Senior year, the project was to write a short children’s story detailing the dangers of drug abuse. She had almost laughed when Eddie’s name was called after hers because everyone knew of his side business. She still remembers looking over her shoulder during class as the names were still being paired up around them. He had looked up at her from the back row like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. It was the first time she had really looked at him and she had always wondered why she never really noticed how handsome he was before.

But no matter how exceptional of a writer she was in Hawkins, Indiana, it didn’t compare to all of the talented people in New York City.

Life started to spiral pretty soon after she had left. The trauma of the events from the upside down followed her no matter how far she went. But it wasn’t until a few months after leaving Indiana that her life truly changed.

Scarlett was born on a crisp spring morning and Noah’s entire world had changed. She suddenly had another person to take care of and who she was responsible for. Everything she did from there on was for Scarlett. It was hard being a single parent, and she very quickly realized that she would have to leave the city and move upstate with her parents.

She had quickly stopped writing, not having much inspiration (or sleep) to really concentrate on a story long enough. She worked odd jobs, temporary secretary positions while bartending at night, or flipping burgers at a local 24 hour diner.

No matter how long she was away for, her heart always lingered in Hawkins. She thought about her friends everyday, wondering what they were doing and what was going on in their lives. But mostly she thought about Eddie. His smile, his laugh, his overwhelming personality.

She suffered from nightmares frequently, the events of the Upside Down playing out differently every night, but they had always ended the same; with the light leaving Eddie’s eyes as she held him. It terrified her even all these years later. Even when she knew he was alive and healthy in Hawkins. Her frequent phone calls with Pops had usually ended with a whispered  ‘how is he?’. Pops never needed to ask who she was referring to.

But the universe really does have a way of tricking you. Her mom had gotten the call from Pops that he had broken his leg and Noah jumped on the chance to head back to Hawkins. There was nothing keeping her in New York anymore. She would swear she only came back because Scarlett barely knew Pops, only seeing him when he came to visit for holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she knew deep down that what she really wanted was to go home.

And now here she is, 9pm on a Friday night back in Hawkins. Except now, she doesn’t have to sneak out of her window to hop into the beat up van parked at the end of the street. She knows Eddie will be there tonight, because why wouldn’t he? He was as close to Robin as she was.

A big part of her fears that he will take one look at her and berate her, saying all the things she has secretly thought about herself over the years. She knows he would never do that, and knows her brain is just messing with her but intrusive thoughts have a way of sneaking in, don’t they?

Her right hand automatically goes to the only ring she wears on her left hand. It’s a silver skull; mouth open almost as if it was taunting her. Eddie had slipped it on her finger as they both recovered in the hospital. His wounds were more severe than hers and she was discharged soon after having her arm stitched up and face cleaned off scratches. But she had stayed on the pull out next to Eddie’s bed every night.

It wasn’t until the third night as they laid side by side, watching some shitty tv movie on the hospital tv, that he took her hand and slipped the skull on her ring finger without a word. He had huffed out a laugh when it had fit her tiny fingers perfectly.

‘Would you look at that?’ He had whispered, ‘It was meant to be.’ She had looked over at him silently, his eyes closing slowly as she noticed his pain meds finally kicking in. She had thought it was a fluke, something he had said while high out of his mind but that next morning he held her hand and his thumb traced the skull silently. She was about to tell him he could have it back, had even moved slightly to tug it off but his hand had grabbed her wrist to stop her.

‘It’s yours now.’ His voice sounded confident but she had felt the tremble in his hand, ‘Think of it as a placeholder.’ She hadn’t known how to reply, simply leaning over to place a loving kiss on his lips.

It was less than two months later that she would break his heart.

She had planned on getting rid of the ring, the memories it came with breaking her heart all over again every time she looked at it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to get rid of it. It somehow felt like that would be the definitive end of her and Eddie and that was too much for her.

So she kept it. She moved the ring to her middle finger now, feeling like that was somehow slightly better.

She stares down at the skull ring now, her heart beating just a little bit faster as the memories whirling around in her head. She has played out every scenario in her head of what she would say to Eddie if she ever saw him again, but she also knows that Eddie is as unpredictable as they come and however their first meeting again goes, she wouldn’t be able to practice for it.

Noah takes a deep breath, again pulling down the edges of her dress just a bit more as if it would magically become longer. Her body looked a lot different than she had when she was younger; growing a human inside of you could do that to a person. Her hips stick out a little more and her stomach never really went back to how it was before Scarlett. As grateful as she is for her wonderful gift of a daughter, she is also very aware of how much her body has physically changed. It also didn’t help that she hasn’t gone out since Scarlett was born; she feels like a mockery of her former self as she stares at her reflection.

She sighs, grabbing her faithful leather jacket off the foot of her bed. It may almost be June but the spring nights in Hawkins have a habit of still whipping around the winds of winter.

She checks on Scarlett one last time, the toddler fast asleep in her tiny bed, before shutting the door quietly and heading down the hallway. She can hear the tv playing from the living room before she gets there as Pops sits comfortably on his recliner.

“I put Steve’s number on the fridge, so please call if you need anything. I’ll be home right away.” She leans down to place a kiss on Pops’ forehead. The older man looks up at his granddaughter, pride flashes through his old eyes, “Look at you! You look beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes at him, not being one to take compliments so easily, “Thanks, old man.” He scoffs and turns a little more towards her, finding difficulty with the giant cast on his leg.

“When was the last time you’ve gone out?”

“Oh probably…” She humors him as she knows exactly how long it’s been, “3 ½ years.”

He points at her, replying, “Almost four.”

“Almost four.” She repeats the words Scarlett has been saying for the last few months.

“Well have fun tonight, kiddo. And don’t worry so much, you may have forgotten but I’ve raised a few kids quite successfully in my day.”

Noah chuckles, recalling her mother and her uncle, “Well one out of two, isn’t bad.”

“Eh, you’re lucky I like you so much.” She gives his hand another squeeze before heading to the front door.

“I mean it,” She sees Pops’ head move over the side of his trusty recliner, “Have fun tonight. You’re only 25 and you still have a whole life ahead of you.” He turns back around to watch whatever tv program that was on tv. Noah snorts, Pops always had a way of saying something very profound than acting as if he just told you what the weather was outside.

“Love you!” She calls out before gently closing the door behind her.

…..

Steve’s house hadn’t changed much in the past four years. It looked like his mom had added some new bulbs around the garden, but other than that, everything looks exactly as it did in 1986.

Noah locks the car behind her, a habit she obtained from living in the city, and heads up the walking stones to Steve's front door. She’s only an hour late but it sounds as if the party is in full swing already. She can feel the vibration of the newest pop song pumping under her feet as she reaches the porch. She raises her hand to press her finger against the doorbell but pauses as she feels a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Taking a step back, she stops, mind filtering unrealistic reactions everybody might have when she walks through the door.

They’d hate her. She had left the people who had fought the literal end of the world with her. Surely, they wouldn’t be so quick to forgive her.

And yes, she had stayed in touch with them at first but she could hear the hurt in their voices even all those miles away. Steve and Robin had definitely told everybody about Scarlett already, and even if they hadn’t, small towns had a funny way of spreading gossip around.

Would they be mad that she didn’t tell them? Would they even want to hear her side of why she didn’t tell them?

She shakes her head, trying and failing to also shake the thoughts out of her mind.

She should leave, she should go back home now before anyone sees her. She’ll call Robin tomorrow, wish her a happy birthday, tell her Scarlett was sick and she couldn’t come out, maybe offer to take her out to lunch.

No, no she couldn’t do that. She had already retreated from them four years ago, she couldn't do it again, it wasn’t healthy.

Her internal struggle is cut significantly short when the front door swings open.

The man who she had thought about every day for the past four years swaggers out onto the porch with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looks up, quickly noticing someone else on the porch.

It takes his brain a millisecond to process exactly who he’s looking out and Noah holds her breath before his imminent reaction.

But Eddie is anything but predictable as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and a large smirk comes across his face.

“Hey Slugger.”

#I love writing himbo steve #heaven and hell #Eddie munson #Eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson blurb #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson one shot #Eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #strangers things 4 #st 4 #stranger things fanfic #Eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x oc #Eddie munson x oc fem!reader #Eddie munson angst #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

[carbonateddelusion]

Edgar (bonus if they're truths he would not be willing to tell me himself)

use any amount of edgars as you want for the question

hum

I'll do M.Eddie because I feel like it

he would absolutely KILL to be anybody else. he hates his life so much. he loves being able to help people, but GOD he hates all the attention on him. and people love him as someone he isn't. as if he had enough of a hard time socializing, he just HAD to toss reaching celebrity godhood to that. he's very deeply unhappy. he doesn't ENJOY killing people. he hates it, but he thinks it's a necessary evil. normal Edgar is the kind of person who doesn't like watching horror movies because the blood effects make him upset, so I'm sure you can draw some conclusions here.

he wishes that he'd never started down this road in the first place, although he'd loathe to admit it. it's... Eddie, so of course there's that nagging voice telling him that the good he's done is worth it, but he wants so, so badly to go back. and he's very ashamed of it. he originally wanted a husband, some kids, and enough money to take care of them all on his own; but once he had a goal in mind, he'd committed himself to pushing through and becoming this idol of a person so he can expand his reach to help even more people.

he's secretly suicidal and he definitely needs some kind of therapy and medication. getting to stay at home is his only reprieve from masking, but even then he still puts on another, albeit lighter, mask when he speaks to the people who work to keep his home well-maintained.

he'd be envious of normal Edgar. extremely envious. he doesn't care about the trauma; he wants his manic pixie dream boyfriend, even if their relationship turns sour. he craves Isaac and Noah's presence by his side. but most of all, he wants his kids. he's still the same kid that took baby dolls and feather dusters and played pretend as a stay-at-home dad.

he feels like whatever is left of his original, actual, genuine personality is too meager or corrupted to be worth anything to other people. they don't like that version of him. that's the version that was slapped on the hands with rulers, ruthlessly bullied by his peers for being "different", and forced to repeat prayers over and over and over until "sinful" thoughts left his mind. they didn't like him then; why would they like him now?

#sui ment cw #suicide ment cw #oc ramblings #my oc #oc: m.edgar

[thesoccerenthusiast]

All-Time Total Drama Characters Ranking (My Personal Opinion!) // First Generation Cast to BRAND NEW 2023 Cast!

OK, I know some of these are takes, so I will explain myself based on some of them by groups.

S Tier Choices: Alejandro is the greatest villain in Total Drama history, don't come at me. Him and Heather? Masterful. My favorite couple/pairing on Total Drama of all-time. LeShawna is probably the best, most likable character in Total Drama history. Gwen may be a surprise some some, but she's always been a personal favorite. Sanders and Kitty were my favorite part of Ridonculous Race. And yes, there's lots of the newest generation of the show, because the new season was actually phenomenal. Shawn is my lone TDPI pick, he's just a giant dork. Oh, and Harold deserved to win TDA.

A+ Tier Choices: Noah and Tyler were absolute standouts for me in Total Drama World Tour. I loved their character development. And I loved Noah (and Emma!) in RR! Julia is one of my favorite villains, and her 'bad side' reveal was so well done. Lots of people don't like Jo, but I thought she was great in Total Drama Revenge of the Island. Raj and Bowie have my heart in a chokehold.

A Tier Choices: Trent is still my beloved musician child from TDI and he deserved better in TDA. Sierra is either a 'love or hate' character, but she made me laugh multiple times. I like her! Cody was one of the best parts of TDWT. Sammy and Jasmine's friendship was one of my favorite things in the *interesting* TDPI season, and I just adore Scarlett. Also, Don was a great host, and Carrie, Ryan, Rock and Emma were great!

B Tier Choices: Owen had good moments in TDI. Then they just used him for fart jokes. I haven't seen enough of Axel to love her, but she has so much potential. Anne Maria was hilarious, but her elimination (aka, quitting) drops her. Jen/Tom were a great duo, and Mickey and Jay were fun to laugh at (sorry, not sorry)! Chef's best moment? The Basic Straining Episode and his fights with Izzy.

C Tier Choices: Dawn's voice annoys me, I'm sorry. Svetlana and Vito are the better of Mike's personalities. I love Sam and Dakota's storyline, but Sam on his own is meh. Scott was great in TDRI, but drops because of his lameness in All Stars. Stephanie is wild and chaos, and I love chaos.

D Tier: OK Courtney fans, don't come at me too hard. I personally just don't like Courtney. I loved her in TDI, but then All Stars and World Tour ruined her for me. Then, the creators killed my chances of liking her again in TDAs. Courtney is the type of person that, if she was real, I would want to fight constantly. She annoys me. There, I said it! Also, I know Scary Girl is going to be controversial, but she just isn't my type of character. Funny moments for sure though. Her scaring Damien was funny.

F Tier: Chester, Manitoba and ... ugh, Mal, were just God-awful. Justin had two seconds of being a villain and then *poof* he went back to being a crappy character. I loathe Blainley, but she isn't in the lowest category for one of the best TDWT lines: "Alejandro and Heather? Give it up and just make out already!"

Swiss Neutral: Don't know enough about these three, and don't really care!

The Worst: Enough said on all of them. Sugar is gross. Chase is a fuckboy. Taylor is a whiny, entitled little shit. Not shocking that lots of TDPI characters are on here. They. Stunk. And Ezekiel... the worst storyline in Total Drama history.

There you have it, folks! *Roast Me*

#total drama island #total drama pahkitew island #total drama world tour #total drama all stars #total drama revenge of the island #total drama ridonculous race #total drama presents: the ridonculous race #total drama action #total drama reboot #tdi #tdpi #tdwt #tda #tdas #total drama characters #character ranking #roast me #total drama first generation #total drama

[ravenadottir]

You don't have to answer this, bcs I just want to let you know that you're the reason why I tried Lucas route in the first place. Thank you so much for that. Your route guide for Lucas, answers to challenges and even hcs are so helpful. I understand why some people are still loathe him for switching to Blake and his character as returning Islander is 50:50 with Dylan. But hey, all s2 characters are far from perfect, and that's what makes them feels real.

(i just had a long answer for this ask and the fucking new editor ate everything, i-  i absolutely hate this new shitty editor, fuck’s sake!)

anyway!

“But hey, all s2 characters are far from perfect, and that's what makes them feels real.”

YES, THANK YOU!! that’s what i’ve been saying all along! my love for season 2 is rooted in how real the characters feel, how their attitude changes from time to time, how most of them have an arc that is neatly tied with a bow at the end of the season.

no one is as bright, or friendly, or weirdly never reacting to things that happen in the villa as season 3 and 4 characters are!!

take lucas, (which i'm so happy you went on his route because of me), he has top 3 routes for me in the game.

he goes from:

“i don’t bed everything that moves” → easily having intimacy with mc because he just likes her so much → “i’m loyal” → “panic mode and switching” → regretting his decision and reassuring her   → “there’s no one else i want a future with”  → “i love you”  → “be my girlfriend”

he’s learned so much about himself during his journey, and just how immature he was, but at the same time i feel like i would prefer someone i like to have no doubts than being with only me and wondering about someone else.

yes, it’s hurtful, but like, wouldn’t you do the same? ‘cause i would.

and returning!lucas is a really cute trope. the thought of having a “the one that got away” is endearing to me. he was set on mc and was dumped before he had a shot, watches the girl he was into getting with other people, possibly multiple, to then having that chance again?

and let me tell you, i saw some screenshots about this dylan guy and i have to say, when it comes to douchebaggery, there’s no comparison! r!lurik never attacks your li, they don’t make up lies about your relationship in order to get with you.

“ah vena, but they tell your partner that you cheated if you don’t tell them yourself.”

um, yes ???? BECAUSE YOU CHEATED. WITH HIM. if anything he might’ve felt used. imagine your mc was the dumped islander on day 8, to then return to the villa, wouldn’t she graft on that person?

and if said person had cheated on their partner and said, “i don’t want to tell them”, i think you would’ve felt used for sure. and to top it all off, you can win the show with them if you don’t cheat.

it’s almost as if cheating is something you shouldn’t do /s .

and when it comes to real attitude, this is why i like gary’s route. lots of people argue he’s a jackass and an attention whore, but they’re also the people posting about wanting everyone to drool over their mc’s. IT’S THE SAME THING. gary’s self esteem thrives because of the attention, and if you say yours doesn’t, well, you’re lying. it’s nice to be wanted, and the fact that he goes on the date and realizes it would never work with hannah, he’s ready to make a commitment. he says “i love you” the next day.

“he deflects about the question on the daybeds.”

wouldn’t you? or would you be blunt? would you be honest? would you say you find half of the islanders attractive as shit and that you like watching some of the dudes and girls working out? please!!

as for noah. say you couldn’t have a second account to play the game. how would be a hundred percent sure you’re set on one person? you have chats, you get to know them, you give them an opportunity to make a choice. this is exactly what’s going on with noah, except he made the mistake of being super committed really soon. the consequences to that are basically his brain turning into mush whenever mc is around. if he had the opportunity to spend a few days with her then i reckon it would’ve been easier to say “yes, i want to be with you” or “no, hope is the girl i want.”

THAT’S THE POINT OF THE SHOW. to find someone that you like, to graft, to have fun, to analyze all your options so you don’t make the wrong call and hurt/get hurt in the process.

now... DON’T GET ME STARTED ON IBRAHIM. that might be the most accurate 22 year-old boy making decisions i’ve ever seen. no one is perfect in the season, and that’s definitely not something i was looking for when i played it.

and i miss it on season 3. finding out you had sex with a guy, behind a waterfall, after only knowing him for all the five minutes and not do anything about it? not being upset, not saying anything and worse, AGREEING WITH THE CHEATING???

the actual fuck is wrong with s3 characters??

so in conclusion, i stan s2 because i like how real they feel. we all met a lucas, a gary, a henrik, a ibrahim, a noah. and we might’ve been them at some point.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg gary #litg ibrahim #litg noah #returning!lurik #queue #discussions

[made-perfect-in-weakness]

My Journey to Catholicism

Feel free to read or not. I just wanted to share my experience.

When I was a child, my family didn't speak about God, or Jesus, or religion at all, really, outside an academic context. My grandfather was a Methodist minister, and when we went to visit the grandparents, we knew we had to say "oh my gosh" instead of "oh my God", and if we were there on a Sunday, my brother and I would go to Sunday School and color pictures of Noah and the Ark until our parents came back to claim us. My parents told me I could choose a religion when I got older, if I wanted to.

When I was 12 my parents were getting divorced, and I huddled in my bed after dark, listening to them fight in the room above me, and I prayed to Jesus to make them stop fighting, to keep them together, to make the nightmare end. I prayed quietly, because I didn't want anyone to hear me. I was embarrassed to be bringing up Jesus at all, but it just seemed to me like the right thing to do when you were desperate.

When I was in middle school, I started going to youth group with my best friend at a Methodist church. I was struggling a lot with family problems and emotional problems, and that youth group was the first time anyone ever said to me, "It's okay to be broken. You are loved." I started going to a small girls' group, and they let me talk about my fears without judgment, and I never really understood the God-stuff, but I kept going through all of middle school, and it helped.

When I was a sophomore in high school, most of my friends were male, seniors, and Christian. One of them started an apologetics group at his house, and we talked about religion, about Christianity, and I learned a lot. I started listening to Christian music. Part of me wanted God in my life; the other part just wanted my friends to think I was cool for being into the same things as them.

When I was a junior in high school, everything fell apart. My friends had all graduated and moved away, and my mental health was very bad, and I started hanging out with a new friend group. All of them were atheists. I followed them to parties where I drank alcohol and smoked cigarettes. I let them convince me to try marijuana. I let people use my body for their pleasure. I made bad choices, and I hated God, because my friends told me to. I made jokes about Jesus, because my friends were making jokes. I was deeply unhappy.

When I was in college, I stopped drinking and smoking pot. I slowly, nervously tried to make my way back to God. I would sneak into Methodist services on Sundays, sneaking out again at the end before anyone could stop me and try to talk to me. At the same time, I was self-harming and giving in to same sex attraction and absolutely loathing myself. I felt completely lost. Untethered. Alone.

When I was a senior in college, I met my future husband. He is good and kind and he stuck with me and supported me through a lot of my mental health struggles, including taking a leave of absence from my university and checking into a psychiatric hospital for several weeks, which was immensely helpful. We didn't really discuss religion; we knew we both were "vaguely Christian, maybe." He was baptized, I wasn't. He was raised Catholic, but hadn't been to a Mass in years. We slept together and lived together before marriage.

When I was 23, we started going to a church that met in a high school gym. They were very nice and welcoming - aggressively so. They helped us join a Bible Study, and a small group, and convinced us to come to extra services on Wednesday nights, and it started to feel suffocating. We both began to feel uncomfortable, but when we tried to step back, the church folks doubled down. They wanted us to come to more groups. They wanted to "re-baptize" my husband, and they didn't like that we were living together but wouldn't tell is why. They wanted more tithing. We both had a bad feeling about it, and so we left.

When I was 24, we joined the United Church of Christ. It was a better fit for us, and I was baptized in that church. We participated in volunteer opportunities and made some good friends. My husband lightheartedly referred to the UCC as "fake church," because Catholic church, for him, was "real church." I was too nervous to go to "real church" because I knew absolutely nothing about Catholicism and it seemed ludicrous that someone from my background could join a church like that. We left that church when we moved across the country.

When I was 27, my husband and I finally got married. We went to the courthouse with a few witnesses. A few months later, I was visiting family and my husband was walking out in the rain on Christmas Eve when a UCC pastor ushered him into the church where it was warm and dry. My husband stayed for the service, and started going there every Sunday, and joined the choir, and even convinced me to join, too. He continued to call our church "fake church," and lamented about the lack of tradition in the UCC. He liked it, but he was never fully comfortable there.

When I was 28, we moved back home and I finally agreed to give "real church" a try. We were living in my own hometown, and I'd driven past the church hundreds of times, though never been inside. I was thoroughly intimidated, but I went anyway, and was surprised to find that I liked it. He explained the Mass to me - he explained, as I called it, "the rules" to me - and I was delighted to learn as much as I possibly could. I loved the predictability of the Mass, the ritual of Reconciliation. I loved praying the rosary and reading the Catechism. I loved the hymns and the daily readings and the crucifix. I couldn't get enough. It felt right. We started volunteering at St. Vincent de Paul, and through that eventually both ended up with jobs at Catholic Charities.

When I was 29, we started RCIA. It was a small town, with only one Catholic church, and my boss was sponsoring one of my fellow catechumens, and my own sponsor was a fellow volunteer at St. Vincent de Paul. I'd gotten to know the pastor pretty well through my work at Catholic Charities. Everyone was intertwined, and I felt like I was part of a family. I felt like I was finally home. I felt whole.

When I was 30, I was confirmed and took my First Communion at Easter Vigil.

It's been 5 years since I joined the Catholic church. There have been lots of ups and downs. We moved to a different city. COVID happened, and we stopped going to church. I had to leave my job and apply for disability. I struggled with sexual sin and our marriage suffered for it. I went 3 years without going to confession because by the time I felt comfortable going out in public again after COVID, I was so ashamed of my sins I didn't even want to think about them, let alone tell them to a priest.

And then we slowly started going to Mass again. And I started to remember how much I loved it. And I was jealous of everyone taking the Eucharist, I wanted that. I wanted Jesus.

And I still didn't go to confession for several months.

But finally, one day, I was ready. I was nervous and jittery but when we got there, there wasn't even a line. And when I went to confess, the priest was kind and efficient. It felt like the entire process had been orchestrated to be as comfortable for me as possible. And then - and then I was free.

Since that day, we've been going to Mass and taking the Eucharist every Sunday, and going to Adoration on Friday nights, and going to confession when we need to. And I feel safe and comforted in a way that I haven't in a long, long time. I've been reading G.K. Chesterton and listening to worship music. I've been praying and reading the Bible.

I know it won't always be like this - I know there will be more times when I struggle. When I don't pray, or read the Bible, or even go to Mass. When I can't get out of bed, or I end up in the hospital. But knowing that God is with me always, no matter what - that he's brought me through everything so far - is what matters. Whenever I'm hospitalized, I read the psalms, and I find great comfort in them. And that will never change.

I know that God loves me - that Christ died for me. What more could I possibly want?

#personal #testimony

[marukrawler]

I feel, quite disappointed with MS1. I feel like it had so much potential ? I don't really get why they cut MS in two parts. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adored Wiseman, but I really really wanted to see Sellon and Anubias get more development and maybe even get a good redemption arc ? I ship ShunSellon and AnuDan hard so yeah, I guess I'm super biased, but I feel like both Sellon and Anubias could've made great love interests if they were even more fleshed out. Both dynamics are very interesting to me.

I mean, ShunSellon could have been amazing ! Sellon regretting her betrayal towards Shun could have been a nice turn and a great start for a redemption arc on her part, maybe her even ending up realizing she had grown affection for Soon and Chris would have been very sweet. Shun could've had great moments in all this too ! At first, of course he wouldn't want to give Sellon a second chance, but he could grow to understand why she did what she did and could've helped her with her misconceptions about humans...anyways, Sellon really needs to be talked about more.

When it comes to Anubias, I would have adored more interactions with his team. I feel like he never had good moments with them, he only interacted with them to give em orders and then immediately go back to thinking abt Dan. He could've had more sweet moments with Ben, Robin, Jack and Noah. As for his relationship with Dan, even if probably wasn't the intention of the writers, it could be seen as a crush. I mean, from the beginning, Anubias seems very little invested in Mag Mel's plans, he likes brawling and he likes to do it with Dan most. He could have dropped out that some point, deciding that he likes his team and brawling too much for destroying it all like Mag Mel wants. Him ending up with Dan could've been hella cute (I love rivals to lovers), but they didn't even need to, he could've become a great friend to Dan and also become the rival Dan fights the most.

Also, Sellon and Anubias' older sister and younger brother dynamic could have been legendary during their redemption. And there's no harm in them keeping a bit of mischief even if they become better people UwU

Anyways, Sellon, Anubias and their dynamics really needed more attention in my opinion...

(Take a shot everytime I said "could've" or "could have")

Peace out ! UwU

Hi, sorry for the late reply!

MS1 fell short in a couple of areas but overall I enjoyed it. However, I agree with you that rather than making a whole new season with only 20 episodes that ultimately did nothing for the overall story, those 20 episodes should’ve been used to properly flesh out MS1’s storyline.

MS1 has a fairly large cast but not enough time to spend on them or enough time to deviate from the plot and, I don’t know, revisit Gundalia and Neathia or Vestal? Especially considering that Mag Mel threatened to destroy multiple planets and all. And yeah, the dynamic between Shun and Sellon and Dan and Anubias could’ve been touched upon more.

I think in order for Sellon to have an arc like you mentioned, you’d have to rewrite her significantly. To the point where she would almost be a shell of her former self. Sellon loathes humans for their compassion and their friendships and she’s deeply devoted to Mag Mel no matter what. Sellon found acceptance with Chris and Soon and perhaps even a second chance with the Brawlers after she had betrayed them and she tossed it back in their faces with a laugh. Sellon risked her life repeatedly in order for her master to reign victorious in the end, and didn’t care for her own death so long as she could catch a glimpse of the magnificent world Mag Mel would create. Sellon was absolutely aware of the consequences of her actions and she didn't care. You’d have to rewrite her character to be like Anubias for her to even have a chance at redemption.

With that being said, I don't see how Sellon isn't Shun's love interest already? She verbally expressed interest in Shun despite him being human and made sparkly shoujo eyes in his direction LMAO how is that not enough.And Anubias and Dan had that whole mental link, pink sparkles moment that Drago and Wavern had so. Canon™

Speaking of Anubias, he did have some nice moments with his team. Whereas Sellon’s orders were absolute to Chris and Soon, Team Anubias didn't always obey Anubias but that didn't mean they looked down on him.

They were all a tightly knit unit and kept the name “Team Anubias” even after he died. You see Anubias being a mentor to Noah.

Not to mention, Anubias and Sellon feel differently when it comes to serving Mag Mel.

If anyone should’ve had a chance at redemption, Anubias would’ve been my choice because the pieces have already been laid in place for something like that to happen. (And if anything, it would’ve been more believable than either Masquerade or Spectra’s redemption lolol) 

But while we're on that topic, I wanna talk a bit about redemption arcs because to me, it’s not something you should hand out to the characters you like willy nilly. This post perfectly puts into words how I feel about redemption arcs, and it’s the reason why I’m always very critical when it comes to these, no matter which show I’m watching.

In my opinion,giving Sellon a redemption arc wouldn't make sense because, with the given storyline, it would come out of nowhere and wouldn’t be earned. Handing out instant redemption to an antagonist with no redeemable qualities or remorse is the reason why Spectra can walk around and be friends with everyone like he didn’t do a bunch of inexcusable things back in S2. I think both Sellon and Spectra should stay evil and irredeemable because given their motivations and personalities and how they’ve been written thus far, anything else would be completely ludicrous.

The questions; “what message would it send to redeem this character?” and “would it be logical or satisfying on a narrative level to redeem this character?” should definitely be asked and thought over, and I don’t think the writers of S2 did that when they decided to redeem Spectra and Gus in favor of Volt, Lync and Hydron.

#bakugan

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Are Vanity fans around anymore. I thought most of them gave up after Michelle's latest pregnancy. Do they even share scenes anymore?

They're still around. I don't know how much they actually watch the show or if they just read spoilers and watch the occasional clip.

They can hardly share scenes when Michelle isn't currently on the show but they didn't really share many when she was on in between pregnancies.

I still feel like they were going to put them back together but when she got pregnant again they decided to shove Charity back with Mack and do this whole pregnancy story with Chloe to fill time before Michelle came back again. Whether or not they're really going to try and put them back together when she returns, I have no idea but I don't see the Mack thing lasting that much longer since supposedly she is supposed to find out about the baby stuff soon.

But yeah...they absolutely loathe this whole story and Mack in general and I mean I don't blame them but they project so much onto Mack it's kind of wild sometimes. I mean, I can't criticize too much considering how much we hated Rebecca or any of Aaron's non Robert boyfriends. But they talk about him like he's scum of the earth and the worst of the worst and I'm like....he's kind of objectively the least bad of all the toxic men Charity has been with...at least thus far. When you stack him up against Bails and Cain and Declan and Jai locking her in a shipping container for days, lying about a one night stand and a pregnancy doesn't seem so bad.

At the same time, narratively, the show is driving me crazy with it all because they're writing Charity like she trusts him so much and that she feels so safe with him because he loves her, flaws and all, and she just thinks he's the best guy she's ever been with and like...he kind of is, which is sad, but it's like they want to set her up for this big fall and I just don't really get why. If Vanessa were around and this was Charity's comeuppance for cheating on her, then it might seem more worthwhile. But she's not around and the cheating story was barely a story in the first place and this whole relationship with Mack has just seemed kind of fake in the first place because it doesn't seem like the direction they were really going to go. And so it's like they're just punishing Charity for no reason, while also talking about how much Bails and men like him have hurt her and drawing parallels to Chloe, first with the Noah situation and then with this pregnancy all the while having her praise Mack for being nothing like them and yet....?

So it's just confusing where they're really trying to go with this or say with this and I've mostly come to the conclusion that they just don't think about their characters enough or what these stories mean for their long term arcs.

So who knows what will happen with all this nonsense or with Vanity in the future. Maybe they'll get their ship back. Although if they do, I wonder how many will even want it by then.

#emmerdale complaints corner

[chthonicathenean]

The poll about people's first musical has now made me realize that I still remember a good deal of the lyrics to "Oh, Noah!", the musical I was in as a second-grader.

Oh, Noah! A good and simple man. Oh, Noah! He lived God's holy plan. Who knew what the lord had in store for him, Or how his plan would unfold But if you listen carefully, His story will be told.

I was a zebra and absolutely loathed the other zebra who I became extremely good friend with in high school. I had the headband and tail for a very long time and I'm not sure whether I finally got rid of them or not.

#this was 30+ years ago #gif of crumbling skeleton

[sinterblackwell]

seeing a negative book review about a story you liked is one thing, but seeing that the reviewer gave it one star because the mc was so insufferable is a whole other level of pain.

especially when you know that the author wrote the mc to be that way on purpose.

#❣️ #and a friend i have on goodreads liked the review !! #literally driving me insane how polarizing these reviews are because you have mine where i loved how noah was written #and then you have others who absolutely loathe him #people have the right to their own opinions i get it !! #just……that one star…… #it was so harsh i mean #and then saying you would have liked the story better from another character’s pov !!!! like what the fuck !!!! #idk i just found it so sad i’m sorry #booklr

[littlebabycrybtch]

“Lmao who else thought they were ace bc of tumblr and internalized homophobia” lol epic pwn on the privileged acies, anyways who else forced themself into sexual situations bc of heteronormativity, rape culture and violence towards rejection :) hey guys hit that like button if uve been taken advantage of bc of the erasure or constant vicious disrespect of aspec identities!! isnt that so relatable hahah hashtag protecting our community !! 

#ace discourse #ace disk horse #aphobia #asexual #asexuality #tw rape ment #like ppl wanna blame us for educating others bc of their personal ability to determine their identity that solely they are capable of... #but nobody... has the guts to talk about the aces that get traumatized all the time for rape culture hmm #also noah fence your experience with your identity even if its negative is valid but it is... #100000% possible to misidentify and still be. happy during that. time like i.... what #ive changed labels maybe a handful of times and every single one felt ?? fine but obvs finding the Right one was euphoric and great #and i. absolutely loathe the parts of not knowing i was ace that let me get taken advantage of and hurt #but i love who i was and was overall happy with who i was i just. needed more knowledge lmao education is imperative #if yall actually let us talk maybe we wouldnt have so many misunderstandings !!!! lmao #but anyways its not aces fault the same way it wasnt trans guys fault when i thought i was a trans guy #or bi ppls fault when i thought i was bi it was just a product of prejudice towards my real identities and lack of access to education #and rn asexuality is being literally irreperably torn apart and thats GOING to contribute to rape it DOESNT exist in a fucking bubble #im tired of ppl IGNORING that bc its hard and complicated like! idc you can care about us and our struggles that doesnt need to be a debate! #how about recognize that no matter what ppl will make mistakes with figuring themselves out and just try to educate and support them

[euterpessi]

Romance Manhwa/Manga Recommendations:

Historical Manhwa/Manga:

Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess

I’ve reincarnated as the reverse harem game’s villainess, the one and only adopted daughter of the ducal Eckart family.

But the difficulty just has to be the worst!

Everything I do will only lead me to death.

I must be paired with one of the main male characters from the heroine’s harem before the ‘real daughter’ of the duke family appears!

Two older brothers who always pick a fight with me on every little thing.

The insane crown prince whose route will always lead to my death.

‘I only see the heroine and no one else’s wizard, and also her loyal slave knight, too!

‘First, let’s take some of them which I see no hope in, out of the list!’

“I didn’t know my place up until now. From now on, I’ll live as quiet as a mouse so you wouldn’t care the slightest bit!

But why do their interests in me keep on rising every time I draw the line?!

The Villainess is a Marionette

Cayena, the Imperial Princess, was known as the most beautiful woman in the Empire. She was a woman who knew nothing but evil and luxury.

However, she was destined for ruin: she would be used as a chess piece by her younger brother to secure his throne and killed by her crazy husband.

“I’ll make you the Emperor.”

“… Sister, are you referring to me?”

“In exchange, give me freedom.”

She had to change things before she became that Cayena.

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke’S Mansion

Poisoned to death by her own betrothed?! Eunha didn’t wake up in a novel’s story just to get killed off again as an unfortunate extra! To change her story she needs a cover… 6 months pretending to be the fake fiancée of the novel’s male protagonist, Duke Noah Wynknight. But will this cold-hearted, angel-faced demon of a man really help her avoid another ill-fated ending?!

Your Throne / I Want to Be You, Just For A Day

The story follows main characters Medea Solon and Psyche Callista, who become archenemies after competing for the position of crown princess of the Vasilios Empire. On the day of the Yearly Prayer, Medea and Psyche accidentally switch bodies.

The Remarried Empress

Navier was the perfect empress, however, the Emperor wanted a wife, not a colleague. And so, the Emperor abandoned Empress Navier and placed an enslaved girl beside him. That was fine until Navier heard the Emperor promise the slave the Empress’ position. After many ups and downs, Navier decided she would accept being the Queen of the neighbouring country and remarry.

Kill The Villainess

Eris Mizerian was the villainess of a novel. The only daughter of a marquis, she got executed after scheming against the pure and lovely protagonist, Helena. My only goal, after possessing her, is simply to leave this world and go home. I am prepared to face even death, but the laws of this world keep stopping me.

A changed Eris begins to draw the attention of three men who once loathed her; the Crown Prince, the High Priest, and the Knight.

"It doesn't matter. I will never be able to love this world."

Even if the only way out is death,

even if the only way out is make a deal with a witch...

I will absolutely leave this world!

This is the story of the villainess who defies fate, Eris, and her escape from this world!

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

I accidentally took possession of someone in a 19+ reverse harem novel.

The problem is that I became Roxana Agriche, the older sister of the sub-villain. My damn father kidnapped the heroine’s brother. Now, is the only thing left to meet a terrible end from the vengeance of the heroine?

But what if I can avoid that horrible development?

“I’m also interested in this toy.”

“I’ll protect you until you can get out of here safely.”

The heroine’s brother, Cassis Pedalian, will definitely be able to pay me back later.

Shadow Queen

“Can you be my daughter for me?”

By his offer, Elena became Duke of Franceschi’s fake daughter.

She became the queen and gave birth to Crown Prince’s son.

Then suddenly, Princess Veronica who was assumed dead came back.

She was only just a toy.

But eventually, Elena gets her son taken and is murdered.

However, she went back to the past.

“I’ll destroy all of you.”

I’ll never live as a toy again.

Elena decides to seeks revenge.

Under the Oak Tree

The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.

After their first night, her husband departed for an expedition without another word.

He comes back three years later, this time as a famous knight in the whole continent.

How would Maximilian face him on his return?

"The more I think of you, the more lonely and lonely I become. I don't know why I can't quit even though it's so painful."

I'm Stanning The Prince

Angela’s fanfic became such a sensation that it even reached the Imperial Family, leading her to get arrested on charges of treason. Nevertheless, her fanfic improved the First Prince’s image, and his sister, the Princess, decides to take political advantage of this and keep Angela by their side. 

The heroine who can now fangirl to her heart’s content, and the Prince who doesn’t know how to act around her. As they bicker back and forth, they start growing closer…

Miss Not-So Sidekick

Hyejung loved to read to escape her daily stress. But that’s before she woke up inside the bizarre world of her favorite novel! Instead of the main heroine who courts three eligible men, she is now Latte Ectrie – a minor villain that everyone hates?! One way or another, it’s a chance to live out her most beloved storyline, with popcorn in hand to watch all the drama! Taking charge of the narrative takes on a whole new meaning!

Even Though I’M The Villainess, I’ll Become The Heroine!

I wasn’t able to overcome the harassment and took my life, but I was reincarnated with the perpetrator? The perpetrator is the heroine, Florre, and I am the villainess, Dahlia, who’s going to die horribly.

“They said you are a villain with neither blood nor tears, but unlike the rumors, you often shed tears.”

“Your Highness must believe all the nonsense the idiots are talking about, huh?”

Grand Duke of Cervian, the half brother of the Male lead and who will be punished for treason afterwards. He approached me. I can’t lose the man who will be my greatest ally.

“Your Highness, would you marry me?”

“Now…… what did you say?”

“And take revenge together.”

A similar situation, a fixed ending. The heroine is not the only one who knows the ending of the novel. I took a long and arduous path of revenge.

Who Made Me A Princess

The beautiful Athanasia was killed at the hands of her own biological father, Claude de Alger Obelia, the cold-blooded emperor! It’s just a silly bedtime story… until one woman wakes up to suddenly find she’s become that unfortunate princess! She needs a plan to survive her doomed fate, and time is running out. Will she go with Plan A, live as quietly as possible without being noticed by the infamous emperor? Plan B, collect enough money to escape the palace? Or will she be stuck with Plan C, sweet-talking her way into her father’s good graces?!

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

With the marriage of her prostitute mother to the Count, Aria’s status in society skyrocketed immediately. After leading a life of luxury, Aria unfairly meets death because of her sister Mielle’s schemes. And right before she dies, she sees an hourglass fall as if it were a fantasy. And just like that, she was miraculously brought back to the past.

“I want to become a very elegant person, just like my sister, Mielle.”

In order to face the villainess, she must become an even more wicked villainess. This was the new path Aria chose to take revenge on Mielle who murdered both her and her mother.

The Evil Lady's Hero

Junipe Magnolia, a villainess friend of the heroine in this novel called Rael Cania.

The Junipe inside the novel has always loved the male lead, Iseed. To the point where she harassed Rael out of jealousy because she's loved by Iseed.

And thus, Junipe is destinied to die in the hands of the male lead of this novel.

But one day.

"Why did I become Junipe?!"

But let's think about it, it's still one year away from the time Junipe is going to get killed by Iseed. So, I have to meet Iseed and Rael first, I'll be able to find a way out of my death if I do so.

Yeah, let's meet them first!

But, this man is just so tender-hearted and kind. Would Junipe be able to escape from this man?!

I Tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away

God gave me a chance to relive my life. Before the rebirth, I had been used for the past 400 years as the empire's sword. And so, I swore to destroy the empire. I found the young prince of the country and became his teacher. I taught him how to become a tyrant and asked for the country.

"I will do the lady's will."

He conquered the whole empire for me, and I ran away.

"I came to take you, Charlize Ronan." Dylan became a perfect tyrant and searched the entire empire for me.

"You tamed me, so why did you run away?"

Untouchable Lady

“Please, Hilise. Please die in place of Gabrielle.” My always dignified brother begged me for the first time. He wants me to die for our stepsister, whom we don't even share a drop of blood with. “For the first and last time, I ask you this.” I've always been miserable, and there is no exception this time. The seventh time that I was betrayed and killed, I was completely free of lingering feelings. “I'm glad that you're a scumbag until the end.” I won't be swayed by love anymore. It's my turn to abandon them first.

I’ll Live On As A Villainess

I reincarnated as the villainess in a book!

The one who dared to commit attempted murder on the heroine is the owner of this body?

Let's just live in a quiet place where we have fun and eat! That's what I thought for a while.

It was so, so, so cold here in the north, where I was kicked out as a punishment.

Before I froze to death, I called the Great Demon of Fire and set fire to the fireplace but...

Why isn't he going back? If you've done the job, shouldn't you go back?!

I was flustered to find out that I had signed a life contract with a demon just to start a fire but to think that I'd be responsible for relieving his desires!

The bickering romance between a big puppy demon and a small villainess lady!

It Looks Like I’Ve Fallen Into The World Of A Reverse Harem Game

When I opened my eyes, I was in a different world. I had become the game’s villainous princess who was feared by all. Not to mention… Completely naked men I didn’t even know were approaching me left and right! “Are you cold? Shall I warm you up with a hug?” “Oh? Have you not had enough yet?” Seriously, what’s up with this situation? And just how the hell am I going to get out of this freaking game?!

Father, I Don't Want to Get Married!

I’m Jubelian? The daughter of the duke and the villainess of this novel?

I managed to avoid my death with some previous knowledge about my life, as this was my second time at it. Now, I should be able to live a peaceful life!

“I’m not going to marry a man unless he has everything. I want the most wealthy, famous, and competent man there is.”

I dreamt of a glamorous life as the daughter of the duke, but my father tells me the Crown Prince who is known to be a lunatic is to be my husband! As an extraordinary measure, I couldn’t help but start a contract relationship. That is, with a handsome side character that looks better than the main one.

“Why are you trying to avoid being engaged to the prince?”

“He’s scary. I heard that he even kills his own entourage if he doesn’t like them.”

A few days later, the prince sent a terrible letter to me.

“I will not kill you.”

Oh no, did I set up another death trap for myself?

Like A Wind On A Dry Branch

"Hi, You."

Count Casarius fell victim to a plague and died suddenly, leaving behind a will stating that Rietta, his beautiful young widow of the manor, whom he tried to use as a concubine, be buried alive alongside him. Just before Rietta is buried, Archduke Axias, rumored to be a cruel tyrant, arrives at the funeral to collect the enormous debt Count Casarius still owes him.

“Everyone here seems to feel sorry for her, and I still have a debt to collect from Casarius… If I take her instead of debt, I think all of you here should be happy," he smiled.

"Hello, Temptress."

Everything was a Mistake

Roa Valrose reincarnated as villainess in the book. In order to avoid the fate of being burned at the stake, she approaches the hero, Nocton Edgar.

It hurts every time she gets closer to him. Nevertheless, for her survival, she does everything he wants her to do.

“Come again, Valrose.”

The mysterious Nocton unexpectedly sought her out every day.

Then one day, her friend for 10 years says something unknown to her.

“Actually, I have a dream. The Duke of Edgar is a terrible villain!”

He is not the hero, but the villain?

As soon as she realized that she had misinterpreted the role, she decided to get away from Nocton.

“Let’s not meet anymore.”

But the villain’s reaction was strange.

“Don’t go. You’ve always been special to me.”

She was suspicious of his sudden change of attitude.

Will she able to get rid of Nocton safely?

I Became the Tyrant's Secretary

I became the secretary of a tyrant in place of my clumsy brother to survive.

But I have so much potential for it. I’m so darn good at my job. Because I served the tyrant so well, ‘Everyone has a happy ending’.

Well then, shall I quit being a secretary and live a leisurely life now?

“Rosaline, tell me what you want.” He asked as he stepped down from his chair.

“I want to quit.”

His eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Do you want to die?”

Your highness, you never hold on to people who want to leave, so why’re you being like this to me?

Seduce the Villainess Father

After being in a bus crash, I woke up to the world of my favourite web novel.

Not only that, It was before the protagonists were born, to their parents’ world!

To stop the incoming multiple bad events.

I tried to prevent the kidnapping of the sister who is pregnant with the female lead!

But I got kidnapped instead?!

It's depressing to be kidnapped, but my body couldn't handle the mana and became a sunfish-like state

But... if I am next to the emperor who kidnapped me, my body becomes normal!

Right! The way to save that man from marrying a witch and getting killed by his son, and for someone who is vulnerable to mana such as myself to live, is for us to get married!

The Villains Savior

Set on a path to tragedy and misfortune from a young age, Aseph Randell is doomed to die a villain. That is, until the mysterious Elzay Tiathe appears in his life with a promise: "I can save you." After having vivid visions of him for so long, can Elzay untangle the twisted fate tied to Aseph... or will they both be dragged down together?

Contemporary Manhwa/Manga:

Night Crying Crow

This woman; who is she?

If something was action, it'd be action. If something was romance, it’d be romance. The A-list actor Cheon Woo Kang, who's great at every (genre), had his heart stolen away by an unknown woman who’d broken into his house!

“We'll meet again.~"

Woo Kang contracted an over imaginative illness as he drew the woman, whose name he didn't even know. In front of Woo Kang, she reappeared as the police officer Park Tae... Could the shadow of the crisis that appeared in front of them be a coincidence?

Raise wa Tanin ga Ii

Yoshino Somei would have been a normal high-schooler if not for the fact that she is the granddaughter of the leader of the Osaka-based Somei Group, the Kansai region's largest yakuza organization. One day, Yoshino hurries home after hearing of the news about the unification of Kansai and Kanto's biggest syndicates, the Somei and the Miyama groups. This, according to the article, will result in a marriage of the leaders' grandchildren—one of whom is Yoshino herself! Despite her best efforts to annul the arrangement, Yoshino has to go to Tokyo to visit her fiancé, Kirishima Miyama, who is unexpectedly nice and charming.

During their first meeting, Yoshino is swept up in various events and becomes unable to refuse moving to Tokyo, which is why, half a year later, she now lives with the Miyama group. At school, she soon realizes that Kirishima is very popular, so her relationship with him garners the hate of his fangirls and subsequently results in bullying. To make matters worse, Kirishima could not be further away from her prince charming since he, after all, was born to be a yakuza member.

Raise wa Tanin ga Ii follows Yoshino and her new life in Tokyo that is filled with nothing but troubles connected to the underworld. However, though she wishes to be as far from it as possible, this isn't Yoshino's first time dealing with the world of the Yakuza...

Positively Yours

To Hee-won’s dismay, the BFF she crushed on and her other BFF are now dating! Seriously bummed, Hee-won decides to go wild just one time, and find solace with a handsome stranger. A very satisfying one night affair has now turned into more — she’s pregnant! Fate brings them together again, and now the regimented Doo-joon is determined to do the right thing and marry her. But they’re basically strangers! Except... their bodies have been very intimately acquainted. What’s this mother-to-be to do?

True Beauty

After binge-watching beauty videos online, a shy comic book fan masters the art of makeup and sees her social standing skyrocket as she becomes her school’s prettiest pretty girl overnight. But will her elite status be short-lived? How long can she keep her real self a secret? And what about that cute boy who knows her secret?

Cheese In the Trap

Hong Sul is a ordinary college student. Yoo Jung is the school's most popular upperclass man. He's good looking, rich, smart, and even nice. However, Hong Sul thinks there's more to Yoo Jung than what meets the eye…

SPY x FAMILY

The master spy codenamed has spent his days on undercover missions, all for the dream of a better world. But one day, he receives a particularly difficult new order from command. For his mission, he must form a temporary family and start a new life?! A Spy/Action/Comedy about a one-of-a-kind family!

Doppio Senso (18+)

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about a guy.”

KyungHyun stopped in the middle of a deep kiss and sighed. His lips began to form a smile, but his fierce glare said otherwise. Possessiveness and jealousy spread across his sculpted face.

“Will you tell me his name?”

His easygoing and languid voice reached her ears.

“Why?”

“So that I can shoot him down.”

#I’ll probably add more later on #hope you enjoy this extensive list #manga #anime #manhwa #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #death is the only ending for a villainess #true beauty #cheese in the trap #untouchable lady #the villainess is a marionette #the villainess reverses the hourglass #who made me a princess #miss not so sidekick #under the oak tree #the remarried empress #your throne #the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion #kill the villainess #I’m stanning the prince #Even though I’m the villain I’ll become the heroine #the evil lady's hero #everything was a mistake #seduce the villain's father #raise wa tanin ga ii #doppio senso #manhwa recommendation #manga recommendation #recommendations #villains

[jflemings]

if you're taking requests for thiam...9 or 20 from '50 wordless ways to say I love you'? :)

I couldn't decided which one I wanted to do more so I'm gonna do both separately!

(mid-writing note: this is more angsty and ficcy rather than drabbly which was originally not my intention whoops)

#20 'washing their back/hair'

I’m good right here 

on ao3

Liam was, for lack of better word, footloose on even his best days. Always seeming to be on the move and ready at any moments notice to jump into the middle of the action left him fidgety and unsettled in a way that made him seem careless, almost free if you’re looking at it from a certain standpoint, one where he’s successfully juggling classes, work, lacrosse and the prevention of another supernatural war.

The whole pack plus allies had been crowded into the McCall dining room for an extensive roast dinner to celebrate the beginning of winter break and the final take down of Monroe weeks prior when Argent excused himself from the table to take a phone call. The look on his face when he returned had Parrish and Noah already out of their seats, Melissa and Jenna reaching for plates of food to foil up and the rest of the pack gathering up phones, keys and helmets to get going.

Liam stayed seated, the anxiety burrowing itself further into his core, barbed edges scraping at his insides until all he could taste was the bile at the back of his throat and the guilt of wanting to stay at the McCall dining room table basking in the familiar sent of pack and safety. He loathed this. Absolutely despised it. The way everyone in the room fell silent when Argent had taken the call; The way he saw the worried look on his mother’s face when she looked at him and then Theo who was sitting to his right; The way everyone knew who was carpooling with who and who would be on standby at the house because after Monroe they learnt that while there’s strength in numbers, it could all be a ploy to lure the whole pack into one place to pick them off one by one. 

yeah, he hated it. 

But he scrapes his chair across the floor, pockets his phone, kisses his mum on the cheek and follows Theo out the door.

The ride from Scott’s to the preserve is short. Or rather, he thinks it is. The radio provides an almost mute background noise to Liam distracting himself by watching his breath fog up the window where his head is leaning and disappear almost immediately. He tries to imagine doing that with the ever-growing pit in his stomach but he knows that much like the simmering rage that had carved out a home in his bones, he isn't going to get rid of it that easy.

From the driver’s seat, Theo wordlessly takes in every aspect of Liam in all his long-haired-over-energised-werewolf-boy glory, sees the things that others might not at first glance. The bitterness of the anxiety that overtakes the cab of the truck, the way Liam’s mouth curves into a frown, the rigid line of his shoulders and the way it curves up his neck, the fidgeting hands situated in his lap that serve as a way to put all the unused, unnerved energy somewhere, anywhere else. Because when you really look at Liam you see that all these things were here before Monroe and Brett and Lori and Nolan and Gabe. The bite might have saved Liam’s life but it couldn’t save his innocence; couldn’t prevent a fifteen year old boy from being thrown to the wolves and making a home in the den. Liam had said from the beginning that Scott had always given Liam the choice, always will give Liam the choice, to walk away. 

But Theo knows that if Liam is anything, he’s loyal down to the bone. Knows about pack bonds and what that means, knows that one like Scott and Liams’ doesn’t come around very often. Theo knows that when given the chance to walk away he didn’t, knows that when given the chance now Liam still wouldn't.

Theo also knows that when Liam gets like this, any word from his mouth will go in one ear and out the other, knows that Liam appreciates his actions far more than his words.

Theo just knows.

The red stoplight filters though the windshield and highlights the highpoints of Liam’s soft features, basking him in a red glow that reflects off the cold fog on the window. Theo doesn’t need to think about it when he carefully reaches over the centre consul and winds his hand in between Liam’s own to bring their joined hands to his lips, pressing feather-light kisses to each of his knuckles while blue eyes still gaze out the window at the houses in an anxious haze. The owner of said blue eyes brings Theo’s hand down into his lap and sandwiches it between his own, keeping it there. Keeping Theo exactly where he needs him.

The fight with a few of Monroe’s straggling followers is short lived at best, but isn’t over before they get a bit trigger happy and land a few shots. Sheriff and Parrish arrive before any real damage is done and are able to unarm them via hellhound heatwave, letting the last few of the strong strain wolfsbane bullets melt into the chamber of the illegally purchased military grade guns. 

Theo, Argent and Lydia burn it out of Liam, Scott and Malia whilst Stiles assists with the arrests and calls one of his contacts at the FBI to check their files they have on the last of Monroe’s army before everyone is piling back into cars and onto motorcycles to head home, roast dinner forgotten for the night. 

The drive back to the Dunbar-Geyer home is silent once again save for the quiet  hum of a cd Liam had left in Theo’s radio one afternoon when they were driving back home from Beacon Hills; Liam claiming it was ‘detrimental to his early teenage years and one of the reasons he’s the person he is today’.

(thinking about it like that makes Theo uneasy after he just had to burn poison out of three bullet wounds that were in his boyfriend’s stomach not even fifteen minutes ago.

He doesn’t turn it off)

They stumble out of Theo’s truck and up the porch stairs, narrowly missing one of Jenna’s pot plants on the way up, before they get to the front door and Theo has to use one hand to search for the house key on Liam’s ridiculously cluttered key ring whilst also keeping a tight hold on the beta’s right hip to prevent him from losing his balance again. Liam’s hand tightens around the back of Theo’s nape where he’s got his hand draped before his head lolls onto Theo’s shoulder.

One look at him and Theo knows they aren’t getting through the front door, past the two creaking floorboards in the kitchen (that Liam makes a point to stand on just to rile both Theo and Jenna up), up the stairs and into Liam’s ensuite without making noise that will no doubt wake David up from his much needed sleep. 

Once Theo manages to find the key and then get it in the door, he unhooks Liam’s hand from his neck and moves slightly in front of him to hook his own hands under Liam’s thighs to hoist him onto his back. 

Liam puffs a breath out and onto the back of Theo’s collar and immediately wraps his arms around his neck. “I can manage to walk through the house, you know” 

“Yeah, that’s why you put up such a fight” the amusement bleeds through Theo’s voice as he tightens his grip on Liam and trots through the house.

Once in Liam’s ensuite, Theo gently leans back to put his boyfriend on the closed lid of the toilet before going back to his room to rummage through the locker-style wardrobe Liam insists on keeping even though it is currently bursting at the seams with both his and Theo’s clothes from the past three years they’ve been together. 

The bathroom is full of steam from the hot water when Theo steps through the ensuite door and quietly clicks it shut, in front of him is Liam pulling down his soiled jeans and boxers while holding onto the tiled wall to his right. Theo does a final once over to make sure the healing wounds are actually healing before taking his own clothes off and guiding Liam into the steaming shower.

Liam practically melts when the welcomed heat hits his back and he slumps forward so that his head is situated on Theo’s right collarbone while simultaneously loosely wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s middle and sighing with content.

“you know, we should just move back home; the water pressure here is so much better than it is at our place, we never have showers this good” 

“we have showers better than this and you know it” Theo teasingly retorts as he reaches for the shampoo in the shower caddy

Liam props his chin up at the base of Theo’s neck and kisses at the stubble on his chin while Theo leans him back under the spray of the water

“yeah but that's only when we actually have the time to shower together. Between work, classes, lacrosse and then coming back here all the time I feel like we never actually get to do this” 

Theo hums in agreement while lathering the shampoo through Liam’s hair, massaging his scalp with blunt fingernails as Liam subconsciously leans back into the touch, continuing to talk.

“I just- I don’t know, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad coming back here after we finish school. We could move into Derek’s building or just find another place and mum knows the guy that owns the auto repair shop near town so she could probably get you a job; I know coach needs an assistant coach to help with the  lacrosse team and I wouldn’t mind doing that in my spare time or- Theo are you even listening to me right now?

A small, fond smile graces Theo’s face as he once again leans the beta back to rise out the suds of shampoo “yeah, Li I'm listening. I think it’s a good idea but it doesn’t really matter because if you wanna move back here when you finishes college then we will.” 

Liam’s scent florals and the sweetness of it curls its way up Theo’s nose while Liam stares at him wide-eyed and open, Theo not paying any mind to the expression as he reaches for the conditioner.

“you mean that? Like, actually?”

Theo takes a moment to consider Liam’s response, keeping his gaze on the conditioner he’s lathering between his hands.

“Liam I don’t know why that's such a surprise. If that’s what you want then we’ll find a way to do that”

“but what about what you want?”

The simplicity of the question throws Theo off a bit, he hadn’t really thought about what he wanted now that he was genuinely thinking about it. There wasn’t anything in particular that he craved anymore; he’s got his freedom, a pack, a roof over his head and Liam. Theo has got everything he wants.

He once again takes a really good look at Liam. Big blue eyes, too-long hair that is in desperate need of a cut, the freckle near his mouth, the line between his brows that he gets whenever he’s getting impatient. Yeah, Theo already has all he wants.

Breaking the silence, Theo just shrugs and lathers the conditioner into the ends of Liam’s hair some more “I’ve already got what I want”

(you’re what I want is what Liam hears)

The beta stares in awe at his boyfriend, the anxiety of tonight forgotten, and cups Theo’s jaw with both hands to bring their faces mere inches apart

Liam’s breath ghosts over Theo’s lips “you’re what I want too”

Just as Liam goes to move to close the gap between them, Theo smirks and leans back ever-so-slightly “That’s great, babe but I have to finish rinsing out all the conditioner or your hair is gonna be yucky in the morning”

Liam huffs out a scoff an drops his hands from Theo’s face to loosely cross them over his chest

“we were having a moment, Theo! oh my god I can’t believe you.”

Liam throws his hands up in the air to emphasise his point before Theo catches his wrists and brings his hands back to his jaw, holding them in place with his own as he leans forwards to press his lips firmly to Liam’s in a closed-mouth kiss.

He once again pulls back from Liam’s face just enough that he can look him dead in the eye

“Liam, seriously, if that’s what you want then we’ll do it. I’m good wherever I am as long as I'm with you.” the words come out soft but firm and he gives Liam’s hands a gentle squeeze and then slides his own hands down to Liam’s wrists and lightly holds them so that his fingers curl around and over Liam’s pulse point.

The beta’s face splits into a wide grin and he pulls Theo’s face forward to somehow press an even firmer kiss to Theo’s lips: a thank you and a promise.

Yeah, Theo’s good right here.

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