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snekdood · 2 years
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being spiritual while also being mentally ill is really stressful, and you cant like talk to someone whos athiest bc they'll just call you crazy and you cant talk to a neuroptyical spiritual person bc usually they're more comservative than you and they think for some reason their connection to their beliefs/religion/gods/whatever is more normal than yours. someone else said this that i didnt think wanted ppl to rb but its like. how do you know if you're not just like seers of yore who saw "visions" relevant to your spirituality or if you're just someone hallucinating?? at what point is the boundary made between how we communicate with our gods or spirits and who can and cant communicate with them? at what point do we decide to distrust the voice in our head we've been assinging to this entity? does he only speak to us in simple, formal phrases? is that more normal than me wanting to talk with him like a friend? do i pretend im not hearing and seeing the things i am bc its different to people? do i just assume im insane and im just going insane? what if its all real, what if its all fake, and how tf am i supposed to find out? how am i supposed to navigate everything thats happend and everything thats been happening and all of these *coincidences* in a "normal" way when nothing im seeing seems to be normal, but obviously trying to talk to anyone about this feels impossible. it just feels like people will always use the fact that im mentally ill to dismiss me and my connection to my beliefs but then its weird to me when its other spiritual or religious ppl dismissing me bc how can they say they're more normal about it anyways, like babe either way athiests think we're crazy lol, shunning me wont change that.
#ig ill post this whatever#clearly ive stopped trying to pretend everything is fine and normal so idc anymore anyways. im tired#mood#anyways shivas hilarious#whether its real shiva or me being *crazyyy* is whatever to me#i mean our gods are all within us anyways. why tf cant i talk to him like my friend? why tf should i assume its not him?#its like ita gott be either or- either no one can cmunicate w their gods even though they're within you bc thats 'strange' and 'something a#mentally ill person would do' or we CAN communicate w our gods and i have no idea why my communication would be any less legit#like guys im melting over here about the things going on and how VIBRANTLY he seems to be communicating w me#and HAS BEEN. for a LONG TIME it seems. even before i knew literally ANYTHING ABOUT HIM#how tf does all of this happen and then im supposed to pretend its not real?#athiests will always dismiss and doubt me but this shit makes my brain go fucking nuts bc of how it all just *happened*#idk. i just wanna know why#why i get these visions and get to be a 'seer' of sorts and then live in a world thathat treats me like im crazy#'shamans' can travel through the otherworld but i cant be a seer clearly bc of x reason#some priests apparently have a direct link to god but no average person can ig and especially not a dirty goth heathen like me#i just want to talk to someone who wont judge me for it all.#i have thoth as an egyptian sign. i have the magician as a card that represents me. i have a jaguar day sign which apparently makes me more#likely to be a wizard or whatever. i have libra moon in both of my charts which symbolizes balance to me#it just seems like im being told that im some sort of Magic Man who can see shit#at what point is it real and at what point is it fake#at what point am i reading into things when everything thats happened happened naturally#i just feel like im going insane but it all seems to real and then when i doubt it something else pops up to prove to me its real#and i keep doubting myself only bc of how other people would see me if i embraced everything#but i dont think shivas gonna let me doubt myself outta this one boys lol#anyways imma crawl back into my hole and hope i rot and die knowing i cant bc id just be reincarnated anyways w the same issues#or get a stern lecturing after death about how i shouldnt deny my 'gifts' just bc of other ppl lol#idk but the scavengers are gonna love picking this piece of meat off my body so have at it w your screenshots you empathy lacking freaks
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a-passing-storm · 1 year
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I started watching the Terminator movies, and I... meh. Terminator 1 was Not That Interesting to me, and Terminator 2 had a better premise (imo), but it just... none of it Sits Well with me. (My issue is I’m comparing it to the Matrix.) (I typed this all in the tags but I think I passed the tag limit so that sucks.)
#okay my main issue#besides how badly they treated mr dyson who like... i dont think did anything wrong since he had no way of knowing what was gonna happen#is that like... 1. that im comparing it to the matrix lol#2. that the way the matrix glorifies guns and has mindless violence just feels different than the way terminator does it#or like the matrix has a good general discussion of human hubris and like how There Should Be A Line with machines but i feel like#terminator doesn't have the same degree of nuance in terms of like... i genuinely think dyson was just trying to like make a cool tech thing#like a nerd! and then down the line it got corrupted (probably by big corporations idk im not paying a lot of attention)#also one of the things that is really fascinating to me about the matrix is like... i like to think about machine sentience#and the matrix has a lot of room for complexity with like#agent smith clearly feeling hatred and having a sense of self-preservation#so do brown and jones when they run away from like neo at the end of movie one#whereas like it is so uncomfortable to assign sentience to the terminator bc he just Does whatever the kid tells him to do#(which reminds me of lost in space but i found the robot in lost in space more compelling than the terminator actually)#(probably because the robot protected the kid Because the kid saved him and he also questioned what the kid told him to do)#but idk i find the terminator to like... not be a particularly compelling robot (maybe it gets better later im only at movie 2)#and while both have excessive violence the matrix still has like... it isnt *as* excessive ig?#im also admittedly incredibly biased#but like yeah i dont really like the terminator series so far#one thing i really didnt like abt movie one is that like (presumably) the gimmick is that the viewer doesn't know about the time travel#and its like 'woahhh [the guy idk his name] is johns dad'#but i was Not Surprised at all#or like 'woah the picture is the same picture'#and both have the like If You Encounter This Robot Just Run You Can't Win#which i think in the terminator would be wayyyyy better suited to a horror movie than an action movie#because then theres genuine suspense and its not boring that theyre just running bc thats the whole point#but w/ terminator it was kinda like... theyre hyping up that its an unbeatable bad guy but for like no reason#because it doesnt actually raise the stakes#since you know at the least sara's gotta survive#i have so much more to say but i think my tags are gonna get cut off anyway#rip
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orcusnoir · 7 months
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I think the Chain needs to be more...idk "weird". So here's some ideas on what I mean. Not all of them are are in depth as I would like sadly.
Time: Clocks stop working right around him. Either they stop all together or they start skipping seconds at random intervals, sometimes the clocks will start going backwards.
Yet no matter how messed up the clock gets, by the time Time leaves the area the clock is telling time normally again.
If Time's shadow splits it will always appear as if a silhouette of a child is to his right and a faint emaciated figure is to his left. His own shadow tells the tale of his terrible fate.
Speaking of shadows.
Twilight: His shadow, no matter what, is always darker than normal. Noticeably darker.
Predators out in the wild, such as wolves, lions, and what not, are either afraid of the Rancher and flee, or just watch him from a safe distance. As long as Twi is with the group, they don't have to worry about any random animal attack.
Four: As the wielder of the Four Sword, Four's shadow is always split in four ways. Since the Smithy helped the Minish, he will randomly find extra Rupees in his pockets and bag with no memory of how he got them.
Wind: The sailor knows exactly where he's going when out at sea. Even without a map. He just knows. The air around him carries an extremely faint scent of saltwater.
Legend: The Vet's enchantments are alien to his own Hyrule. They didn't come from Lorule either.
Strangely, Sky seems to recognize the magic that envelops the Vet's gear.
Hyrule: The treads on the Traveler's boots seem to change to whatever he needs them to be, never wearing down. His own steps are either loud enough to draw attention to him or so quiet to the point of his steps being silent, but the way he walks doesn't change. It just happens.
If the group encounters a fairy, it will always approach Hyrule first before swirling around Time.
Wild: Stal monsters will always go after Wild first. Sensing the fact that he should be dead, and feeling a sort of jealousy at his resurrection.
Non-Guardian/Zonai automatons have an extremely hard time locking onto the Champion. Their IFF (Identify Friend Foe) system constantly misidentifies him as an ally. Possible side ability of the Slate, but it's happened before without it on his person.
Warriors: The Captain knows. He knows things that no one expects him to know. He can tell when people hide secrets from him, and can tell when people have secrets to hide. Even if he's never met the person.
Sky: Due to being the first (technically second) Link, he is always identified as Link in any Hyrule they visit. This effect can even trip up other Zelda's.
The Goddess statues seem to glow with a faint golden hue whenever Sky is nearby.
(Here's even more Chain "weirdness")
https://www.tumblr.com/orcusnoir/728982134864461824/more-chain-weirdness-because-honestly-these?source=share
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natdocx · 1 year
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Still cannot believe warrior nun writers went full 'omg they were roommates and there is only one bed' coffeeshop bar au fanfic with avatrice absolutely zero fucks given. Like. The OCS is a top-secret organization that's literally funded by the catholic church, mother superion has the freaking pope on her speed dial, they have the artillery of a small army, secret codes, military-grade tech and weapons, presumably enough money at their disposal to travel the world should the need arise, etc. And then avatrice is like. scrubbing bar floors and sharing a dingy studio apartment in Switzerland to "keep a low profile" or whatever. We don't even know how they got there. It doesn't even matter. s1 ended on a pretty intense cliffhanger with all of our characters in a sticky situation. Whatever, we're skipping ALL of that. "I bet you want to know what happened. Yeah, idk, I'm still figuring it out myself" – fade to black and cut to 2 months time jump with no explanation whatsoever. Ava is mixing cocktails and Beatrice is her boss. They're in love but they're also idiots. Zero exposition, zero fucks, just fanfic and vibes.
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adventuringblind · 8 months
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Charles Leclerc x Reader
Genre: soul shredding, crying so hard, etc.
Request: no but I felt like crying so here ya go. If you have a specific scenario you would like to cry too, please request it. I love off human tears
Summary: her body loved to contract problems. Charles is determined to stay by her side.
Warnings: soul shattering, talks of illness, not proofread because I can’t edit and cry at the same time… I am not that talented
Notes: idk why I did this to myself…
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Some people are just naturally drawn to tragedy. Though, for most, it's unwilling. This is the case for Charles Leclerc.
He fell in love in an unexpected way. At the hospital. Falling into her on accident.
It was 2015, he was still a child, in his way out from visiting Jules. He was teary eyed and lost in thought.
Until he fell on top of her. The pills in her hand flying everywhere.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” He scrambled back to his feet and helped her up. The two trying to pick everything up.
“It’s okay, really, I wasn’t paying attention either.”
They got everything picked picked up, then they looked at each other. Really looked at each other.
She smiled. “No offense but, you look like shit and I feel like shit. Wanna make it up to me with lunch?”
They spent the rest of the day together. Charles learned their the same age. She wanted to travel. She’s dying.
It was terrible to learn. He didn’t know how to react.
“I’ve accepted it. I want to live before I die.”
His heart knew what he should do, but his mind didn’t want to let her in. Jules was already on the verge of leaving him. Could he do this again? If he was able to help her get closure, maybe he could find closure with Jules. It was a dumb idea. A terrible idea, really.
“Come with me. I travel a lot for racing. We can do whatever you have left in your bucket list.” He blurted before he could think about it more.
She smiled. “Sure.”
~
They became fast friends. She followed him to every race. Her parents were apprehensive at first, but they saw how much she wanted this and they weren’t going to deny her.
They tried to go as many places as possible with her, but work always caught up with them. The Leclerc’s became her second family.
She was able to help Charles through Jules eventual death. He cried for days. His races were getting increasingly difficult. The pain behind his eyes was evident.
She stayed with him. Comforted him. Made him keep going when he wanted to quit.
It took time, but Charles got there. He kept going. It was because of her.
~
Charles dragged her around the Paddock. She was know as his best friend. Pierre often teasing the two about it. The French constantly nagging Charles about when he was going to confess to her.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t want too. He had fallen in love with her view on life. How she wanted to enjoy every second. They were able to do that together.
He could tell though, her body was steadily getting weaker. Her lungs struggling to to breathe. Yet she didn’t waiver. Her smile was contagious.
He took her to see every monument. She tried every food. They took a ridiculous amount of pictures.
Then it happened again.
Charles didn’t understand why it was him. How he attracted so much death to the people around him.
His father was sick during his formula 2 career. It was difficult for him to get through, yet somehow he came back stronger. She’d helped him with Jules and again with his father. He couldn’t help thinking she was some sort of guardian angel. Sent specifically to him for this reason.
They both broke down when he won that race and dedicated it to his father. Joy and sorrow mixed into their sobs.
~
Then he kissed her.
When he signed his formula 1 contract, he thought he was dreaming. This notion led to him doing things he wouldn’t normally with the newfound confidence. Including kissing her.
She kissed back.
He’d helped her cross everything off her bucket list; Including falling in love. She’d known for awhile but didn’t want to push anything. They both knew what was coming. They knew her time was limited.
So they made the most of it. Charles took her out on dates whenever he could. They did things that weren’t even on her list. They watched every movie they could think of.
She smiled through it all. The doctors didn’t think she would live this long. The medication she was on was doing better then expected.
Charles didn’t want to waste any time though. Neither of them knew when her time would come. Everyday was a blessing.
When he signed with Ferrari, he knew he wanted to marry her. He would have never made it here without her.
He gave her everything. A proposal on the beach, a wedding that made her feel elated, a caring husband who was there on her hardest days.
She was around the paddock so much that everyone knew her. Everyone wanted to be around her. She was filled with life even though she knew she was knocking on deaths door.
~
It had been a cloudy day. Rain dripping down the window. She was drinking hot chocolate and reading a book. It was her favorite kind of atmosphere.
She’d been feeling terrible all day. Thankful that Charles had time off for the winter to help her around.
They had friends visiting. Pierre, Lando, and Max had come to stay for the week.
It was crazy to her that Charles was going into his fifth year in F1. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t think she’d get to see him through this far. She felt blessed for it.
She felt so exhausted. Yet she still smiled when Charles came over and kissed her head.
Everything was so bright. It felt warm and comforting. Like Charles embrace. She could feel him holding her.
She wiped a tear from him cheek.
“I love you. Don’t forget it.” Then she smiled. Somehow she managed to catch a glimpse of his smile.
Her gaze moved to behind him. She saw Jules and Charles father. They were greeting her.
She knew what was happening. She could stop it.
With the last of her strength, she kissed Charles. Then let herself be embraced by the warmth.
~
It had been a month. He’d been grieving his loss. Barely talking to anyone. He’d lost his smile.
The funeral was hard. The entire grid had shown up. To mourn her and support him.
It felt like so much time had passed and was frozen simultaneously. He was struggling to take care of himself.
He was angry with life for constantly taking away his loved ones. It wasn’t fair. He wanted more time with them. With her.
Arthur had been staying with him. When he couldn’t, Pierre would. They tried to get him to get out of the house. Nothing they said seemed to help him. They knew it was going to be slow.
Pierre had come into his dark and messy room. Taking a seat at the end of his bed. “I wanted to let you know that they finished the grave stone. We don’t have to go see it today though. Whenever you’re ready.” Then he left.
Charles was ready to go in ten minutes. He looked tired and broken, but he was up. He needed to see her. Something to provide him with closure.
Pierre drove them to the cemetery. Stopping to get her favorite flowers along the way. When he parked the car, he didn’t get out. “I think you should have a minute to talk to her.” Then he pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “She asked me to give this you when you were ready.”
Charles shakily took the envelope and made his way to where she now rest.
~
It didn’t take him long. He’d spent hours choosing exactly where he wanted her to eternally rest. Close to the river that flowed through the cemetery. Underneath the shade of a large tree.
The words written across her grave made him choke out more sobs.
Y/N Leclerc, loving wife, lover of life, may your smile still be contagious from above the clouds
He gently sets the flowers down on top of the stone. Then he just sits. He doesn’t care in the ground is cold and wet. It feels natural to sit with her,
He opens the letter Pierre handed to him. Scared to read her words. Her handwriting looked a littler rushed. She’d written poetic words of comfort. Love seeped off the page.
She’d made him a bucket list. Things to do after she was gone. And at the very bottom: find someone to smile with.
~
She looked on at him. Her hand grazing his shoulder. She was glad the letter made him smile despite the tears.
“He’s going to be okay.” Jukes smiled from behind her.
“I know, he’s strong.”
Herve places a hand in his other shoulder. “You taught him well.”
“I think we all did.” She chuckles.
“Thanks for taking care of him all these year when we couldn’t.”
~
Dear Charlie,
I know my time is running out. I can feel myself getting weaker by the day. I know it’s not fair to you that I have to leave so soon. Regardless, the time I’ve spent with you has been the most amazing thing life could have blessed me with.
Remember that life gives you rough patches so you can appreciate the smiles that much more. Remember that your friends and family love you just as mulch as I do.
Don’t mourn for me, because I’m not gone. You can find me in the memories, the laughs, the tears. I’m with you, always.
I’ve taken the liberty of creating you a new bucket list. You can complete this in your own time, don’t feel rushed to do so. I just want you to remember that there is still life for you to live.
Learn how to cook
Stargaze from the track
Visit every state in America
Win the WDC
Find someone who makes you smile
Love your favorite person,
Y/N
P.S.: I’ll make sure Jules hasn’t been causing trouble in the afterlife
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pearlsinmyhair · 9 months
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₊ ⊹ the price of the name.
synopsis: reader has had a hard life, and now she’s an orphan. but someone just as lonely comes into her life to take her under his wing.
warnings: angst. lots of hurt, very little comfort. miguel is a hardass who pushes people away. death.
platonic!miguel x daughter-like!reader. no seriously, reader is eighteen and young. this is found family, not romantic.
the intention is for this to be multi-part. how many parts? idk.
word count: 1.3k
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pt i : fate
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being a spider person was always unfair. mercy from whatever divine being that controlled their universes was hard to come by.
you were no exception.
your father died early, shot by a man who ran with someone’s purse. you didn’t know him well, you were only three after all. but your mother fought hard to teach you about him, to make sure you remembered some semblance of him.
and all was well for a time. you went to school, made some friends, started working for some extra cash under the table.
you were reaching up into your attic when the sharp sting of a spider bite zinged up from your hand. you killed it with a slap, but nothing could stop the venom that now traveled through your veins.
the rest was history: you became your universes one and only spider woman, learning her trade as she went.
the cannon event hit later, and it was different from the others.
you had no uncle to find dead on the street.
but you did have a mother.
she was working the late shift at the hospital when a spouse of a dead patient burst through the doors and demanded to see a doctor. apparently, the man wanted revenge for the hospitals failure to save his wife, and he had come to instill justice.
your mother had raised her hands and tried to plead for him to stop, to calm down, to lower his gun.
the shot made your spider-senses go haywire, and you practically flew to the trauma center. the security guards had no idea what to do, so you just ran past them to find your mother bleeding on the cold white tile.
it took everything in you to remember that behind your mask, no one knew you were this woman’s daughter, and you’d have to respond carefully. you watched as the officers called the next of kin, and you were thankful that you had had the mind to put your phone on silent that day.
no one noticed the tears streaming from your eyes behind the suit. you swung back home as fast as you could, answering your phone when they called you again.
pretending to not know what was going on was the second worst thing you had to do that day. you had to fight from chocking on tears as you answered the call.
eighteen and orphaned, standing over your mothers open casket. a part of you thanked that you were older, because it meant that you didn’t have to go into foster care. but nothing could truly quell your grief.
and then the universe decided to send you a big middle finger in the shape of a Doc Oc right after the funeral ended.
you knew that you couldn’t keep going like this. no one should process grief this fast. but as the villain sent a tidal wave through the streets of new york city you relized that you didn’t exactly have a choice.
with great power comes great responsibility.
and saving these people was your responsibility, no matter what mental state you were in.
this Doc Oc looked to be from some other dimension. instead of mechanical tentacles like that of your Doc Oc, he had real ones, and he apparently threw actual octopi at people when he was pissed off.
it was no easy task, and at one point he had thrown you against the wall and knocked your head. as your vision swam, he picked you up with one of his suctioned limbs and squeezed.
it all happened so fast.
a flash of orange and yellow swirling at the edge of your vision. orange silk shooting into your captors face. and then someone shot forward and sliced the tentacle that held you.
you sank to the ground as you caught your breath, vaguely hearing someone say “Lyla, run a diagnostic. what’s the best way to take this guy down?”
as you wheezed, a large hand rested against your shoulder, and a soft voice greeted your ears.
“Sit tight, kid. I’ll handle this.”
you didn’t have time to argue when the hand vanished, and you peered up just in time to see a large spider-man in a blue suit throwing himself at the villain.
you stood as you caught your breath, rushing right back into battle to help the man that had saved you. the Doc Oc dragged you both to the bay, sinking down into the water. it was advantageous for him, being a water dwelling creature, and you and the man struggled. it took another spider, a woman on a motor cycle, showing up to help defeat him.
but it was you who dealt the final blow, wrapping the villains limbs to a nearby pier to keep him underwater. when the pair of new spider people got him all tied up and prepared to take away, you just…collapsed.
everything came down on you at once. your exhaustion, your sadness, your loneliness. everything.
you barely heard the spider woman murmur to the brash man across from her, and it was only when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you and pick you up that you snapped back to reality.
but just as quickly as you zeroed in on the feeling, your brain whispered sleep in your ear, and you passed out.
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you woke to a strange bare bedroom and an odd watch that flickered with light on your wrist. noticing the glass of water on the bedside table, you chugged it, coughing when you got too eager.
“You’re awake!”
you screamed, a small voice coming from right beside your head unexpectedly. you turned to see a small woman illuminated in the light from your watch.
“no need to be afraid. i’m lyla.”
lyla. that rang a bell.
“where am i?” you asked as you noticed the clothes folded in the corner of the room. you cast a sideways glance at the projection, and lyla turned to give you the illusion of privacy.
“miguel will answer all your questions. i’ve alerted him of your new condition.”
you slipped on the black sweatpants and top gratefully, relishing the feeling of soft cotton against your skin. as your hands moved over your body, you quickly noticed various cuts and bruises.
that’s right, i passed out.
“where is this miguel?” you asked as you studied the watch, noticing the flickering ‘EARTH-928’ across the screen.
almost immediately, little glowing footsteps were projected from the watch, making you whip your hand away from your face.
“i guess that’s my answer?” you asked lyla, and the woman nodded.
you sighed, figuring you might as well follow them.
fantastic survival skills from the one and only spider-woman.
well, you thought, not the one and only.
₊ ⊹
the man before you seemed almost nothing like he was when you were fighting Doc Oc.
he seemed…infinitely tired. his shoulders hunched, head ducked down. you supposed that you were distracted during the fight.
but his expression revealed much more than his body language. he had deep eye bags, and his cheeks were sunken in a way that expressed not just natural bone structure but also a lack of eating and sleeping properly.
miguel looked drained.
you were still processing what he had told you, about the cannon and the ‘Spider-Society’ and the ‘Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse.’
you had actually openly scoffed at that one, and he looked dejected by your reaction.
“but i can’t just send you home now. i’m pretty sure jess would actually web me for all eternity if i did.” he was saying, rubbing his brow.
“so what exactly am i doing here, then?” you asked, curious but hesitant.
he turned his back to you, looking forlornly at his screens.
“i’m going to train you.”
“why?” came your response, surprised and uncertain. you may have only known miguel for less than an hour, but you could already tell that taking on a young apprentice wasn’t exactly in his character.
he didn’t turn to you. he just kept looking at a picture of a young girl on one of his screens.
“because you remind me of someone.” he said quietly. then he looked at you, and you were struck with the amount of guilt and suffering that lived in his eyes.
“and because you remind me of myself. and i can’t let you become like me.”
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wandixx · 6 months
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Dani gives people heart attacks and brings down a lot of trafficking rings, making friends along the way. Everything by accident, really
Dani traveled around world, hadn't she? While doing it, she had to meet a lot of interesting people.
Like heroes or villains.
In civies or not or both who knows.
But to actually learn things about someplace you have to spend more than one night there. Like, idk? Month? Probably more but I doubt she would be able to sit in one place for any longer. In many places she is shorter.
Month is long enough to create some connections though.
Enough to get someone to realize when you disappear...
Yeah, Dani on her way of gremlin and self discovery ghosted bunch of people without second thought. They'll probably forget her in few months anyway. And she was everywhere in USA. She didn't left American soil only because she didn't want to be too far from Danny in case of emergency. Before anyone tells me he was in space so he could fly to her wherever on Earth she would be, Earth's atmosphere ends about 100 km above sea level and officially this is border of space. Telecommunication satellites are between 8000 to 12000 km up. It's about how wide Atlantic Ocean is.
Plus y'know, time. If she needs help, she probably can't quite wait until he flies all the way to Hong Kong, Wladywostok, Rio de Janeiro or wherever she is.
So America it is. For now at least. When they're 100% sure she is stable she'll fly elsewhere.
Anyway people who she ghosted are used to batshit crazy stuff but "this tween is alone on her road to self discovery and just left for new city" isn't first thing anyone thought about. Maybe outside of Martians. They know. Everyone else? No idea what happened to this tiny, chaotic, snarky, probably meta child.
First thought though?
She got kidnapped.
So now 3/4 of Justice League, some individual heroes and bunch of less intense rogues are scrambling around their cities tracking every trafficking ring they found glimpses of, trying to find Dani.
Flashes work with Captain Cold on this and seem to slowly descend into madness. At the same time, Dani eats ice cream with nice museum lady from Washington who introduced herself as Diana. Then she helps at animal shelter with kind stuck up boy called Damian. Oh, Danny likes aliens, let's visit Martian Manhunter. Maybe she'll manage to get autograph for her template. Wait Space Cops? Kinda sucks but Danny would probably like their signatures too. Let's go. Oh, Superboys are fun mess with and older one is like her! This Nightwing guy puns like Danny but she always feels like he looks at her weirdly. Billy should eat more, magic or not, fighting is tiring. Good thing she has Sam's money to buy him burgers.
She has time of her life while people she met are slowly dying.
She probably doesn't even hide that she is traveling but for whatever reason they don't think she actually left.
They don't bring it up on any meeting because no matter how concerned they are, it's not really whole league type of business. And Martians just discreetly enjoy chaos.
There is a lot of ways it can get resolved (or not) but I kinda thought about Jon introducing his old buddy Damian to his new buddy Dani because he thinks they would get along and they just stare at each other for long moment before:
"Dani..."
"Dami!"
"WHY DID YOU LEFT WITHOUT A WORD! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED OR DEAD!"
Some screaming and revelation that Killer Croc was looking for her too, Dani hits moment of realisation.
"Wait, is this what people think when you just up and go?"
"Honestly? Yeah"
"Oh, Ancients I did this to so many people. So many..."
Idk, just Dani traveling and leaving people behind.
Do with it what you will
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circuscountdowns · 12 days
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Hello! I’ve sent messages before (such as asking about the bishops’ fate much later in the timeline) but this is my first time asking something off of anonymous!
During the 1000 years or so they lived as mortals, did your lamb and the bishops eventually consider each other friends?* Playing Knucklebones together makes me guess “yes”, but well
Your comment about the lamb slowly waiting for them to request natural deaths made me curious
*In what I assume is a complicated sort of way for obvious reasons
oh yes I loved that ask! I thought about it the whole time i was working on that comic! (And to answer that second half oops) Aym and Baal got whatever Forneus got going on that keeps her alive, and traveled overseas after their explorations of the land of Old Faith. After that contact was lost, and Lamb and Narinder were never really sure what happened to them. They Empty Nest Narinder’s ass in a whole new way asdfghjkl he’d never have to grieve their death really just their departure (if they ever do die idk I’ll leave that open. Makes me sad to think of kitties dying :( skdjsksj)
Friends is a fun word. I think the idea of friends implies choice, and for the Lamb there really was no choice. Complete in-laws situations. The bishops are more than just ex-gods they wish to punish, they’re their catboy’s siblings. And though for a while Narinder tried to cold-shoulder the Bishops, that’s still he family and the cult is only so big. At one point you cross paths on the way to the outhouse yknow. Does the Lamb feel a kinship with these last few people to experience Godhood? Yes. Do they see themself a lot in Shamura and hate them with every fiber of their being? Yes. Are they going to make sure their injury is treated seriously and they get whatever they need? Yes. Are they a little sad when the day comes they ask for death? Sad for Narinder’s sake.
At the very least they were all comfortable together and it brought entertainment. With how long the bishops have been alive, they bring a lot of funny stories to the table.
Heket to the day she dies remains Lamb Hater #1. They may have introduced her to her wife (who IS actually friends with the Lamb. Go figure), but she can hold a grudge like no ones business. It is on sight insult the moment Lamb’s in the room. But also if the knucklebones tournament taking too long, she’s taking the lamb’s bed for herself everyone else get da floor.
leshy has chronic youngest brother disease and it works on the lamb begrudgingly. As long as he stays funny, he can probably get away with a lot. Kallamar is just content to be alive and will push at Lamb’s patience as far as it can go. Shamura sometimes forgets why they should hate the lamb and sees only the thing that makes Narinder happy.
leshy dies once on a mission and it is to the lamb’s delight when the bishops look at them with clenched fists and a blasphemous (to the Old Faith’s beliefs) demand on the tip of their tongues.
this is longer than it needed to be I just love complicated dynamics. I can talk about it for hours. Thanks for the asks!!! <3
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au where atsushi time travels to the past and its pretty obvious that he knows dazai but a different version of dazai but where everyone expects him to be upset or scared of pm dazai atsushi just treats him like he's going through a phase and doesn't put much attention to it
idk its funny in my head
maybe dazai has to house him becuz idk powerful ability user and ability nullifier
and atsushi is doing his usual atsushi things - trying to find a way back, cooking, cleaning (becuz even future dazai would be living in a junkyard if kunikida didn't break in every few days to clean up and later recruited atsushi to the cause)
anyway atsushi sees dazai come back covered in blood or whatever and is like "ah dazai-san welcome back! why dont you clean up and then come eat with me!"
dazai is just there trying to understand him and atsushi is like "dazai san you should invite your friends over" (he wants to meet oda in a normal way)
atsushi's trying to keep the future locked but he sees tiny akutagawa and squeals about how adorable he is so um...
no seriously he thinks tiny akutagawa is the most precious thing in the world
he's cooking his favorite foods to send to him and taking pictures of him and telling him how adorable he is and living his best life
and akutagawa is so confused but um he's secretly pleased but he wont admit it
when atsushi comes back he frames them all btw
chuuya was gonna room with him but when atsushi was being introduced he was like "what am i like in the future" and atsushi is like "... you have longer hair" and he doesn't say it but its obvious that chuuya didn't get taller and now he's angy
if its one of those sexy fics where the timeline splits and nothing atsushi does or says changes the future but also everything that he does or says also doesn't have no effect than atsushi tells dazai where to find mini him and what he knows about oda (its not much but dazai is smart enough to connect the dots when mimic happens)
anyway
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I saw you're doing requests and I do not request often but- Take this if you want?
Yandere! Link (Twilight Princess) (Romantic as I think he's an adult in the game? Sorry if not, been awhile. Platonic works too) with Female! Reader Scenario? (One of my fav games, lol)
Do what you want with it... idk what prompts to ask for :/
If you don't want to do this please tell me! I read the rules and picked something simple :) Take your time! 🐈‍⬛
😳 THE yandere-galore panther taking requests from me? Usually its the other way around haha
Prompts are not a must if you really don't know what you want, though I gotta admit I had to ponder a bit since the request has no specifications. Things are pretty general therefore but I had to add a few things to get creative. This turned out longer since I like to develop Yandereness especially - it's always interesting to see from where the sprout stems from and how it'll grow. Otherwise it feels too forced and sudden to me. Have been following for quite a while, hope you like this!
TW: Yandere behaviour, obsession, long pining, idolization, one-sided feelings, obliviousness, stalking, aggression, blood and killing
Yandere! Twilight Princess! Link Scenario with Female!Reader (Romantic)
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All your good deeds turned into sin, it seems.
Or at least some form of karma, but you didn't know enough about that to truly tell. It was just a gut feeling.
You are nothing but a wandering traveller. Knowledge of self-defense goes without saying, especially since the land of Hyrule turned so hostile over time. According to old legend a calamity is soon to approach, which only makes you yearn for serenity even more.
Ordon village sounds so tempting. Small and humble, the entire village feels nothing like the rest of the outside. The people certainly looked at you weird for deciding to stay here for a while - the most exciting thing to happen after all are raging goats!
Thus you were saved from one by a quick-witted, local fellow seemingly grappling with the animal before it calmed down and he offered you his hand. His light brown hair and deep blue eyes were welcoming and you took the offer.
"Thank you."
He said his name was Link.
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The children weren't as relaxed as the adults though. Even as their parents called out for them to help in the shop or with the goats, all four of them would stick close to you, each jumping to your side as they asked questions upon questions about 'the traveler lady!' The rest of Hyrule wasn't something they'd see or even hear from often. It was deemed as exciting to be able to go to the castle town to deliver some milk.
How is the town? Have you ever crossed that big bridge? Were you ever up at that Death Mountain? Can you catch bigger fish in that giant lake? Have you met the knights, soldiers and their princess?
All of these things were also asked by Link.
He bashfully admitted to being a regular country pumpkin as you sat beside each other by the river, fishing. He managed to please the kids with a promise to play as they finally left you alone. Rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face nor the stammer in his voice as you told him of your stories.
"The most exciting thing I'll ever do in my life is probably deliver that milk. Can't lie, I am lookin' forward to it..." He chuckled sheepishly. Shaking your head, you offered a smile.
"You should go out of the village more often. You're old enough now, I'm sure you'll grow to like everything you'll see and meet."
You smiled at him. It cheered him up, admittedly. You looking at him like that felt special too, perhaps because you weren't from here and encouraged him to go, even if it meant leaving the village and his goat-herding duties behind for a while.
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If only he never left.
Though for whatever reason that thing called it a lucky coincidence, a deal.
He ran back towards the forest, rushing by the familiar lake where the children went missing. It happened too fast and even though they adored him, looked up to him, he could barely realize what was happening before the world went dark and darker and darker.
His heart pounded against his ribcage, the shadow tailing after him in high speed which only made his panic grow more. How could this have happened? Where is everyone and are they still well?
His pants turned and echoed in a yelp - then a growl. He couldn't control it, it sank into his brain as he saw the glimmer of a blade shooting up this close to his face.
Gritting his teeth, his blue eyes shot up big. Frozen in place he looked up as the weapon was slowly withdrawn.
"...You don't have to be scared."
Link did not notice he was shaking.
Quickly he realized it was you, the 'traveler lady', as you kneeled down and took a good look at him. The young man was confused on how you kept calm as your hands gingerly grazed his fur. Your hands went down to his chained paw and a frown graced your face. "You poor thing. No wonder you are so terrified."
Link was hesitant but could not deny your guess.
Eagerly you tried to remove the chain, even if it did not affect him. Adamently working on it you suceeded even if it costed you time and tools...your gentle hands soothed the irritated skin with your own oilments that you carried.
"It's best if you don't go into the village. The children went missing...and the parents are distraught. You better go home to your own family, little one."
You gave one last pet and smiled as you returned to Ordon Village.
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You thought this would be last time you saw the curious wolf. Yet here he is, having trouble as he carried a wooden shield and hauling it through the dark. As the villagers investigated the strange sounds coming from him, you were quick to distract them. Swiftly hiding him behind a house, you ducked him down.
You ask him what he is doing here, take away the shield - which he fights against almost pleadingly - and shush him from the worried parents.
"Everyone's drowning in worry." You pet him up and down, whispering, "...I really hoped I could stay here for a while, get away from all this chaos outside. But even such a sweet village like this one gets attacked...kidnapping kids...and the Link fella is gone, too..." You trail off but try to smile as the wolf whimpers. Inhaling deeply and forcing a grin you drown him in pats and cuddles. "But don't worry...! I promised them to get the children back! I don't know where they are or where to start...but I'll get them back. I swear, Wolfie!" You laughed as you petted him more, which only made the animal grin. He had long sat down and listenend to your words.
Link was unsure if you were even real when he first saw you that night. The twilight blinded him as that Midna thing mockingly told him of the possible fate of his friends. The people, the spirits - they all whimpered as his sight, smell, touch and hearing changed. All that he knew was different and he might never turn back into the real Link.
You, this new and mysterious woman, were the only thing that seemed real to him. The blade you shoved into his snout, the paw you healed and your hands that combed through his fur - all of this were the only things that felt warm and familiar in this twilight. He hoped you'd be fine. If only he could turn back to his real self and help you. He'd feel better if he had you as a companion and not that shadow imp.
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Lake Hylia is grand, Death Mountain steep, and the castle town empty. It's strange to think that he is right here, seeing all the things you saw and encouraged him to. Though the circumstances turned out to be much more meaningful than a simple country pumpkin such as him could have ever imagined.
Midna was right, Hyrule is so close to its doom. All he wanted was to get back to the children and maybe meet you again as you were looking for them too. Though still as a wolf you left for your quest. And now here he is at Kakariko Village. Here to save the kids but to also have to climb Death Mountain first. It's what he as a 'chosen hero' has to do.
Still, he ignored Midna's request as his blue eyes wandered the dry and sandy place. Link found the children quickly and as they pointed to the an opening door, his face lit up. A familiar woman stepped out and he could see you squint your eyes in confusion while he ran up to you. Holding firmly on your arms you were first startled before the young man explained himself.
"Link? Oh, Link! I didn't recognize you, you're so green now!" You pointed out and he couldn't help but laugh. He told you of what happened and what he had to do.
"Are you sure you must? You went missing too, I mean you must be as confused as the kids. You don't have to force yourself if you were hurt as well." There was your concern again, the same one on that night. Even as he assured you, you offered to help but both of you decided that you stay with the children...even if he would have loved to have your company and spend some time together. He was sure you would be of great help and support.
"Well, Death Mountain is hot and dangerous but if you made it so far, you'll be fine. Might as well finally get to see it." You chuckled sheepishly, trying to lift the mood.
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He thought he'd be free from his curse already, the spirit said so. Promised him so but here he is back on all four paws with Midna dying on his back. His pants grew rapid, panicking as the shadow imp almost fell off when he acted to quickly and too carelessly.
What to do? Where to go? Midna is dying...and he is just some animal again! Stuck in this lake, in this desert! The night grows darker and the people more hollow. With a pounding heart he tried to sneak out of the Kakariko's cave first -
"Wolfie...?"
If it weren't for you again.
You knelt down to him as he anxiously turned his snout to his back. Carefully you took Midna, for who you mistook for some kind of baby. As you nervously tried to make sense of the situation, the wolf jumped at you, his eyes wide and bright with his paws on your shoulders as he barked and barked and barked. Please, please, please, do something as you did in Ordon. You have to, you must.
Link is useless like this.
"...Hey," Gingerly you cupped his cheek and wondered how a wolf could be getting misty-eyed. You wiped the fresh tears away. "Wolfie, Wolfie..." Whispering you lean his head against yours and onto your shoulder. You shush him as Midna lays on your lap, caressing his back as he ceased to shake. "You poor thing." Again, you said that again. Adjusting the creature on your lap, you wrapped your arms around the animal and nuzzled his fur. Your lips met his cheek and lingered there as you whispered; "You'll be fine. Everything's gonna be fine again, I promise you."
Link felt like crying again. You were the only one.
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Again, you were the only thing that seemed real as his existance as a wild animal.
Midna was the only one to talk to and her personality and motivation left a lot to be desired. She proved her heart was noble but that wouldn't deter her from her jabs. Link could only show his unrest through growls and yips, which she only brushed off with a roll of her eye and taps to his back to hurry up instead.
Even as he ran through the swamps and forest, the dead castle town and plateus, he could often sniff you from afar. Often you found yourself meeting up with the mysterious wolf and it was delightful after he got better. It was even more delightful for Link.
Whatever happened to the 'baby' was left as an enigma to you.
With a groan Midna would retreat into his shadow, mumbling how much time they are wasting again on his little, favorite human, as the wolf appraoched you with a wagging tail. Small recaps of your own adventures and a round of pats were always included.
You could be focused on a task at hand, fight off against monsters or ride through the meadow but the moment you noticed him you'd turn around and your lovely face would lit up. 'Wolfie!' You'd yell out and Link has grown to love no word more than this one. It felt a bit demeaning at the beginning but that just meant you always liked him from the start, right?
Liked him even while he is stuck in this hideous form. He didn't know how long he'd be stuck in there and if he will ever get his human form back, no matter how much Midna promised him, but at least, at least you were here. This wonderful woman with a smile that could rival the sun.
"You be careul on your way now, okay, Wolfie?" You chuckle as he barked in response, turned in a circle and jumped up on you again. His snout searched for your lips.
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You inhaled deeply. This must be...the third time now, if you aren't mistaken.
Castle town seemed dimmer and more hollow the last time you were here and while it was a firm reminder of how much you wanted to leave in the first place, something more sinister has entered this place recently and you can't shake it off. The town square is brimming with a hopeless crowd but you reckon you always hear a cheerful voice calling out to you. Often you find yourself turning around and seeing the image of a hand waving as green ghosts around and between the merchants. The calls seem to drown between the mumbles and even the bar, the one place still full of superficial but pleasant talks felt suffocating. As if entering the wide space was walking into a pair of arms squeezing you from both sides.
The woman behind the counter often raised her brow when you entered until one day she finally spoke up. Apparently somebody's been looking for their good friend, a beautiful gal and you fit the regular's description perfectly. From head to toe. With a worried tone that you couldn't hide, you told the barkeeper that you travel alone.
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Castle town became too asphyxiating, your gut feeling telling you to escape in a hurry to Kakariko village, to familiar faces. You still owed the Ordon elders the promise of returning their children unharmed, after all.
And so you did, pushing Colin out of the way and losing sight of the world as a monstrous goblin took ahold of you with the last thing you heard being aggressive galloping and your name screamed out.
Eyes shot awake as you tumbled to the ground, rolling away from the Elden bridge, coughing. Your arms were too weak as you shakily tried to sit up - the rest of the world blurry and dipped in twilight as more screams echoed about. Squinting, you turned around to see something akin to a giant boar falling down right after Link pulled his sword out of its abdomen. With a squishing sound the blinding blade was torn out of it, creating a bigger hole in its flesh. The cry was cut short as it fell to the ground and a pool of blood quickly tainted the rest of its body.
You let out a gasp and at the slightest sound, Link's ear twitched and he swiftly turned around, his face immediately morphing from a glare to a grin. Swinging the blood off his weapon, he rushed over to you and putting his sword back. He unwittingly created a small trail of blood after him. His bloodied arms shot out for you, supporting you as he sat you up. The young man started talking and gushing while you stared up at him, helplessly leaning on him while still beside yourself.
"...Link...?" "You're safe now." He instantly countered with a smile that was meant to reassure you. You swore his eyes were cold as he gave the final blow but now they are the softest you've ever seen. "I saw what you did, you saved Colin. That was so...amazing of you but you gave me a heart attack." Finally, you were able to slowly go back to your senses. "What? You weren't there..."
"Didn't you hear me call you?" You blinked and again, asked him what he meant. 'At Castle town', he grinned and said he saw you. You didn't hear him though. And when he arrived at Kakariko also you did not hear him.
"W-What...?" You let out but were shushed as your head was put on his shoulder. Closing his eyes as he combed through your hair and pressed you further into his body. "You'll be fine. Everything's gonna be fine again, I promise you." He shushed you again as you attempted to speak up and just nuzzled you.
It felt good to repay a favor, be the one who saved you this time. It felt just as good, if not a bit different, to have you in his arms, with him being your hero.
Not the other way around. Though he does not mind that.
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Colin's face soured as you explained yourself.
How could he not? A child that you promised to bring home watching you leave for an 'extended period of time' leaving all of Eldin to go to Ranelle. Far, far away.
The little tent you built yourself in the corner of Lake Hylia should be safe and hidden enough. Close enough for fish and far away from monsters. Yet just as you were about to lay down, you heard unusual bickering and turned around, only to once again meet green.
Letting out a yelp, you dropped your weapon in shock only for Link to bring his finger to his lips and shush you. He pointed to himself again and again that he was indeed Link. "What are you doing here?" You manage to let out as you calmed down, "I have to be here." He answered quickly yet you doubted that. "Why are you here? You just left and," He licked his lips, "I was worried about you!" He took a step closer before you could reply.
"It's dangerous to be alone out here. Especially for you, yer..." He couldn't help the grin, "You...you're a beautiful gal and it's best if you aren't alone...say, since we both are here, why don't we stick together? You offered me your help once and I always would have loved to have you with me for a bit..."
"How did you find me?" You took a step back and eyed your weapon on the ground. Link only looked confused. "I...saw you here on the way to the lake. It's easy to spot you." He chuckled sheepishly but you only shook your head and crossed your arms. "...No, thank you. I came here to...relax a bit. The recent events were...frightening."
"I can imagine," Once again his blue eyes softened and he neared you again, putting a hand on your cheek. He missed the way you twitched. "None of this is your responsibilty...yet you choose to help anyway. You're kind...and sweet as honey. That's so amazing of you." Link almost seemed mesmerized as his eyes narrowed. "But you'll have me...I can look out for you, I can protect you-"
"I won't go." You take his hand off your cheek and distance yourself again, finally having the courage to glare at him - in turn, he only looked more confused. "But why? You love Wolfie but when it comes to me, you vanish. Are you shyer around a human than an animal?" He tried to laugh it off even as he saw your face morphing into shock. Quickly you ask him with a stammering voice how he knows that but he seems to ignore it. "I am no different...you saved me a dozens of times! And I," He hesitates but lets it all go as he takes ahold of your shoulders, "I...I think I fancy you and I have been waitin' for so long to at least spend time with you! The only other times we see each other is when you don't understand me, when I'm just some wild beast!"
"But even then you seem like the only one who understood me, the only real one between all these ghosts! So, as payback, at least let me protect you...let me help you. We could be doin' this together."
Link wastes no time to shove you into his chest, into an embrace. He nuzzles your head and his lips met your temple. "I'll defeat the darkness and then we can see the rest of the world together, okay?"
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ashdreams2023 · 4 months
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Hi! I hope you are well :) I had a request it might sound weirdly specific but I read this ages ago on wattpad and I can’t find it anymore and I was wondering if youd be able to recreate it? You’re my fav so I know you would do wonderfully. but basically it was like Loki x reader and Loki and the avengers went on a mission but it was like really long; gone for like almost a year or whatever and then Loki comes back and through that time the reader hasn’t been eating and there was like paparazzi talking about her weight loss and all that stuff idk if that makes sense but yea :) it’s okay if not 🫶🏻
I’ll try love and thank you for your sweet words
It made the news
Loki knew something had went horribly wrong, because why did he just hear your name in the news on the radio.
He’s been out the country for too long and couldn’t contact you for months now, he had hoped nothing bad would’ve happened while he’s gone, you weren’t exactly alone, there was still pepper and Peter at the compound but still.
"Reindeer games I think you should go back early"
"It’s you think but I should stark"
So Loki took the first opportunity to travel back to New York, he had to know if what he heard was true and if it was he will blame himself to no end.
When he did arrive at the city he grabbed the first newspaper he saw and cursed himself, the front page had an article about you and a picture.
You looked so fragile and extremely underweight, the article spoke about the drastic change in appearance throughout this period of time and how you stopped going out anymore.
The picture was taken when you were looking out one of the windows.
Loki burned the news paper in his hands and teleported to inside the building, the lights were off, it was the end of the day. He went straight to your bedroom.
The lights were off and you were sitting near your window staring out aimlessly, you hadn’t noticed his presence until he walked in and warped his arms around you, almost giving you a heart attack.
"Loki?! You’re back-"
"What happened to you?!" He looked down at your sunken cheeks and weak looking arms "Why…dove answer me, why?"
You opened your mouth then closed it, the look on your face gave it away and Loki didn’t know how to feel, he wanted to be angry, upset with you but you looked so…breakable that it just felt wrong.
"I missed you" you managed to say.
He felt his heart getting swallow up "Why didn’t you eat?"
"I lost my appetite?"
"Dove….when was the last time you ate something?"
You shrugged "last Friday….cornflakes…I think?"
Loki groaned and warped his arms tightly around you but no tight enough to hurt you "You crazy woman, you could’ve killed yourself! From now on no more long lasting missions, I don’t care if I have to stay here and be a bloody maid in this place"
"You would look good in a maid outfit"
He smacked your butt at that "you would like that, wouldn’t you?"
You hummed hiding your face in his chest "Maybe"
"You’re so spoiled"
"Only for you"
"Just how I like it and no more cornflakes"
"Come on-"
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veryrichbitchh · 15 days
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Let’s chat.. i am a black woman and I recently found out about ‘divesting’ from YouTube and that was the nail that broke the camels back for me. I’ve been getting so many signs saying leave SW FULLY from God.. I was fighting too hard to be handed a luxury life (that is not actually luxury) and not working for it for myself, righteously. Honestly… why are so much of us trying to sell p*ssy instead of getting ahead in life by doing the hard work that won’t leave our soul feeling rotten…?
So, I’ve accepted SW as a phase in my life. My Holy Spirit has been wanting me to stop but my body/flesh did not want to let go of it. I need to believe that God can solve my problems and have the highest faith in Him only, and serve no other gods.
Be careful who you bring around you also, friends can lead you into that lifestyle and it happens quickly. Around age 21 when I let superficial friends that only care about designers, men, etc… get around me and essentially corrupt my mind. Be careful because you can easily get sucked into that life of shallowness and do things you should not to keep up with the shallowness. It happened to me, led me to spend above my income and in turn, it led me to thinking money, rich men,luxury trips and dates, drinks, etc… can validate me. Then came me turning to older white men since I live in a city where the men with money are generally white. Even if marriage wasn’t the goal for me most times with them , it is truly embarrassing to be so strung out/in the sunken place (lol) that I thought being with a 70,60,50+ year old white man (especially in public) is okay. (I’m in my 20s!!!) I even at one point thought marriage was in the picture with them… lol. I was about to allow myself to enter that mindset when I know that’s not what I want. I know for a fact that I deserve better.
The lifestyle of the sugar baby, sw'er, whatever, I've been invested in for so long and I am just tired of faking that it is .. idk the word . Tired of faking that it is “all that”. Idk the word .. but you get my point (maybe). And I’m not saying it was an entirely horrible experience… but at the end of it all you don’t gain much. (What is it to gain the whole world and lose your soul.) and I feel God never let me get fully invested (face out) either like He kept me protected. My Holy Spirit had me understand through the whole journey that this is not forever and to not let my mistakes linger for life that I actually start to embrace the mistakes.
But thinking back to it all, what was it for? Because I could have put all that time into a more l*gal and profitable business that I am actually proud of , but I chose not to… I chose the “easy” way out which was not so easy especially when the income is sporadic. Maybe it was the thrill. It was like a high. A drug almost. This is a lot to unpack babes.. The devil wanted me to give even more than I gave to that lifestyle and I gave a lot… but nothing God cannot return.
Anyway, babes, I have so much on my mind but I am choosing to work on businesses, study/figure out how to pass my exams, take trips, learn the righteous way I can live my life, travel, lean on God always and just being at peace. I am so at peace right now it's amazing. I am okay with my past because without it i would not come to this realization and I am thankful for the Grace of God that his kindness led me here. So, ladies, the summary is, work for what you want that is beneficial for your Holy Spirit. I am no longer in sw and will continue to write updates here and there! <3
And yes I still very much am a Very Rich B*tchh😘
-VRB
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favcharacterpoll · 7 months
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ROUND 3 MATCH 64: NICO VS. THE DOCTOR
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Nico di Angelo from the Riordanverse faces The Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who. WHO do you like more?
Nico Propaganda:
"autism"
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YOU KNOW WHAT. if autism isn't enough to compel you to VOTE NICO then i will write this.
ok so he's gay & european (like the legally blonde song) and also a goth. we love our goths here on tumblr right?!
first i need to provide you a visual. please imagine a small italian boy. now imagine that small italian boy going through a time machine hotel casino in vegas, some wack crazy traumatic incidents, becoming an alt/emo kid and being so fucking powerful that even gods show a little more respect to him than others...
nico has gone through literal hell TWICE !! one time it was VOLUNTARY !! and all the while he was probably experiencing said hell in its most terrifying form. this shows us his mental resilience and selflessness are incredibly strong traits of his and that maybe he should stop being a reckless bitch but whatever !!!!!!
tumblrinas listen up... nico was the first canon lgbt+ character created by rick riordan in the chb chronicles (i am not counting all the other gods, goddesses, minor deities and other figures of greco-roman myth). he was the trailblazer. his story didn't end in tragedy, but he found friendship and love and family, which in this age of upsetting "bury your gays" media is still quite hopeful to read!!
nico has a sunshine bf who would literally walk through hell with him!! i'm not kidding. this actually happened. i'm sure he's definitely cheering from the sidelines somewhere... please do not let will solace down!!
did i mention nico's the son of hades, god of the underworld?? this means his powers include, but are not limited to, being able to communicate with spirits via mcdonalds happy meals, wielding a sword that rends souls asunder, turning people into ghosts, re-animating skeletons, shadow traveling and being able to read other people's death auras.
these powers and his terrifyingly grumpy personality (in earlier books) have created a reputation famous among the demigods and deities. also he literally summons an entire skeleton army and rises from the fucking underworld with his father, stepmother and step-grandmother (all gods) (how does this work) in tow, inspiring FEAR and PANIC among the enemy lines.
and if that's not enough, he's friends with lizard people, his signature items of clothing are a BIG AVIATOR JACKET + SKULL RING = VERY GOOD CHARACTER DESIGN and his hair canonically smells like rain on stone. just so you know
VOTE NICO VOTE NICO VOTE NICO !!!!!!!!!!!"
Tenth Doctor Propaganda:
"hot murderer"
"They’re a thousands of years old time traveler who travels the universe, helping out wherever they can."
"Idk"
"doctor sweep on the doctor who website"
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I know....im supposed to do other things, but I just had an idea. [Why is my quaking brain only working when I'm busy with something else? Bruh]
Also, if there's somehow a post that is similar, sorry. Like there's literally so many. People could have similar ideas, you know 👍 also I know very well this thing is gonna become a flop/fail
Warning: angst [maybe?] Idk.
Other Worldly God.
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1: HoYoLAB Poster/owner:????
2: Genshin wiki fandom title: night sky above dragonspine
There we're once a world called Teyvat. The world was peaceful, quiet, and soothing. Even though their creator wasn't really there for them, everyone still worshiped them. Why? Simply because they created them.
But soon, the creator dies. The reason was that they killed themselves because they could not bear the responsibility. They say that the pain of it was agonizing. The world began to crumble, and celestials could not stop this. Everyone lost hope until a miracle happened, Teyvat was back to normal. What was happening? It will remain a mystery to the others. But those who share the memories [heh, Zhongli lol] shall remember and know the true story.
"Oh, hello traveler! What brings you to this fine evening?" [Venti]
"Tsk, don't listen to that drunken bard. Although I am curious why you are here?..." [Zhongli]
"..." [Raiden/Ei]
"Hello, traveler! Ah, the atmosphere is a little tense, but everything is fine..." [Nahida]
Well, this is awkward....
"Well, paimon and traveler was just walking around to do some commission, but we got lost and found you here! Augh, I don't think paimon can fly anymore because how awkward this is!"
Aether/lumine tried holding back their laughter from hearing paimon's little statement.
"Anyways, paimon is curious. Why are you guys standing near a......"
Paimon face went pale. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out of her.
"....." [archons]
"What is what, paimon?" [Traveler]
Paimon went behind the traveler as the traveler finally felt like something was wrong...
"What are you guys hiding..." [traveler]
"You don't need to know such things. This is our business, as Archons." [Zhongli]
"Zhongli is correct." [Ei]
It was weird seeing Ei not using her puppet instead to just go to this place for....what ever that thing is behind them.
"Well, shouldn't I deserve to know since I've helped you in so many things, don't you think?" [Traveler]
"The traveler is right. We can trust them since they helped us in so many things." [Nahida]
"I agree! I don't think they would dare tell a soul about it..." [Venti]
The Archons moved away to stop blocking the view. Whatever the traveler had seen made them pale. Nahida clenched her hands as the other archons looked away, seemingly looking guilty.
"What did you do?!" [Traveler]
"We did nothing! They....they were already like this!...." [zhongli]
This is the first time seeing the calm, collected archon become so...angry
The figure they saw was embedded into the ground. Their eyes held no soul. There were vines-like things growing on their arms. Making the figure more embedded than it is. It's like Teyvat is sucking them in, what's going on?
"Traveler, have you heard a story of the creator?" [Nahida/Zhongli]
Traveler shakes their head as a sign of no. While they feel Paimon gripped their clothing harder, as they see Paimon was about to tear up.
The archons let Nahida explain the story of what people believed happened. Although some parts were correct, it wasn't really the story.
Venti volunteers to sing the true story, but Zhongli stops him.
"I am older than all of you, so I should be the one who tells the story. Am I not correct?"
Nahida, let's Zhongli explain since it was true he was the oldest and experienced it in first hand.
"You see, the original creator died, and Teyvat was crumbling to its death. But the figure you saw behind us was a God who saved us. They were more powerful than the celestials, but our original creator set some limits. As you can see, the reason why they are embedded is that they sacrificed their body to become one with Teyvat. Giving support to it. Since im the god of contracts, I had seen the contract between our creator and the God who saved us. Even if our creator was dead, their soul still remained and made a deal with them. Now that kind God is here. Before they became unconscious, they told us that when an outlander reaches sumeru, they will be awakened and finally be free from the grasp." [Zhongli]
To be continued
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da-proti-toku-grem · 2 months
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Well this is kinda random so I'm putting it behind the cut but I needed to talk about this
Sometimes I wonder how we are in fucking 2024 and some people still don't understand that there are a lot of kinds of love and not just the romantic one. Not talking about this situation in specific, just in general. I just hate that I have to add a clarification every time I say the word "love" so people don't come after me telling me that I'm assuming their sexualities or something
Love encompasses so many things, you can love things, you can love watching the sunset, you can love food, you can love traveling, you can love animals, you can love your family, you can love your partner, you can love your friends etc etc etc. And I think we as a society should get over the phase of having to specify which kind of love it is every time we speak.
If I can say that I love stuff openly, but the moment that I want to say that I love a person people immediately think about it as romantic love? Why can't people understand that I can love my friends without wanting to have a relationship with them? Why can't I just love my friends with having people questioning my sexuality? Why can't I just be affectionate with my friends and hug them and give them kisses on the cheek and hold their hands without people looking at me like that's something that you should save for your partner?
And like, I'm not saying it because it personally bothers me that they question my sexuality (I couldn't care less tbh), but I just don't understand why this still happens. Why do people have to care about whether whatever my friends and I have is romantic or platonic? Why can't people just mind their own business?
Idk if I'm making sense right now but oh well. I'm just so tired of this shit and as much as I know I shouldn't care, I can't help but close myself and not show my affection for the people around me as much as I'd like to. And that makes me so sad :/
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Alone again.
Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington.
(Angst, panick attack, Sad ig, poly relationship, breakups, implied smut, Mentions of Nancy wheeler, idk how to write about heartbreak as I’ve never experienced it lol (single life asf). Surprise at the end! Idk if this counts as emotional cheating or what. Not ignoring my requests but this just inspired me!!) this is an au so the upside-down doesn’t exist and pretend Nancy doesn’t know you or Eddie, Shh🤫
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And just like that, Steve Walked out of you and Eddie’s life for the last time. He was gone. You both spent hours, which turned into days , waiting and waiting, hoping that maybe it was mistake and that he would come back, apologising for his mistake. That he was sorry and wants you both back. But that day never came.
You both should of known that this was coming sooner or later. All of Steve’s late night ‘study lessons’ with Nancy Wheeler to help him get into college, going to college opening days with Nancy to check out which was best suited for him and for you both so you could all travel too, the extra ‘curriculum’ Nancy was giving Steve. It all made sense now. But you both were so blinded by the love and wanting to support Steve’s ambitions to go to college, get his amazing degree, and live the life he always talked about with you both. You both were ecstatic for him when he told you both about him going to college, knowing it hurt him the first time when he didn’t get accepted. You both even offered to pack up and follow Steve everywhere he decided to go, offering to help whatever little money you and Eddie managed to save to help pay off his tuition.
Clearly that wasn’t good enough for Steve. You both weren’t good enough for Steve.
Before you all started dating, you and Eddie were aware of Steve and Nancy’s past relationship. He promised you both that “even though Nancy was his first love, you two are my true loves.” That clearly was another lie Steve Harrington told.
It felt disloyal. It felt wrong. It felt like heartbreak when Steve walked out those doors, never to return back into your arms again. For the first few weeks, you both were heartbroken, but carried on as if nothing happened. Both having breakfast together, going on walks and dates, working. In you and Eddie’s mind, if you don’t talk about it; it never happened. Steve Harrington never happened. And this heartbreak wasn’t happening.
But as the weeks turned into months, that all changed. Eddie was constantly anxious, every little thing ticked him off. When you would go to the toilet, he would stand outside and wait for you. When you forgot to call to him to say you would be staying at work for a few extra hours, he panicked until you reassured him you were coming home. It even got to a point, where one night; Eddie thought he was having a heart attack. He rang you hyperventilating and claiming his chest was hurting him. That he was numb. You rushed home to find him in a state. You managed to calm him down with reassurance, Even than he still wasn’t sure you were lying or not.
Later that night, you had awoken to Eddie calling Steve’s name and sniffling. All you could done was hug and kiss the poor man to help coax him through his nightmare. It was best you could do while you cried yourself back to sleep too.
You weren’t doing to great yourself. But Eddie would never know that. You had shut yourself off from the rest of the world. You were angry, so angry. You wanted to scream and cry everytime you seen something that would remind you of Steve. Little things, such as seeing an advertisement for his favourite band on tv, going into a shop and seeing a shirt that looked very similar to his. Or the big things, such as couples having a picnic in the park, reminding of you that this was the first place Steve had brought you and Eddie on your first date, seeing a family (especially a family of six ) coming into your place of work with all their smiling faces. It would be a constant stab in the back as you remembered how Steve and Eddie would tickled your stomach playfully and talked about how you were going to carry six little babies for them. Three each. Steve had names and all picked for them, but never revealed any to either of you.. he wanted it to be a surprise when it did happen.
It never would.
You loved Eddie just as much as you loved Steve and via versa. However, Eddie made a comment one night on “how you didn’t seem to care that Steve was gone” that broke your heart. Little did Eddie know how much you were suffering in silence for him. Eddie was going through his own heartbreak, you didn’t want to burden him with your problems or heartbreak. Instead, for the rest of the night, you didn’t say anything, excusing yourself to take a bath, but in reality, all you could do was sob and whimper in the bathroom until Eddie was asleep.
You both were in pain. But if you both ignored, it didn’t happen. Steve Harrington didn’t happen.
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Steve was happy. He was happier than he’s ever been. He had a beautiful woman and man beside him every day when he woke up. He spent his nights and days with people who loved him and valued him more than anything else in the world. Your futures were both set in stone. The topics of marriage and children were brought up. Yet Steve felt this sense of doubt in his mind, overshadowing his happiness.
That somehow Steve was betraying Nancy. Steve felt as if he was betraying Nancy. The first woman to see past his asshole appearances and love him for who he was. The first woman to see him more than just King Steve Harrington. The first woman who was there for him till no ends. And it annoyed Steve.
At the start, Steve ignored these feelings. They had their chance and it sadly didn’t work out in their favour. But the what ifs were still there. He never wanted to dwell of them. But late at night when Steve would be sandwiched between you and Eddie, his mind couldn’t help but wander as he thought about him and Nancy’s relationship.. What it could of been like, how it could of been different. He felt guilty thinking this when Eddie was curled into his side and you resting in the crook of his neck.
Steve loved you both. He could feel it, he knew it deep down somewhere. Every little touch drove him further, every little kiss sent him wild. It was a passionate love that Steve felt for you and Eddie. It felt almost impossible to love someone more than he loved you and Eddie.
But this was Nancy Wheeler. The woman he loved first.
Seeing Nancy when she came back from her second year of college struck a cord with Steve. She looked beautiful, even for a tired college student; she looked beautiful. When she talked and laughed, Steve felt his heart dance a little each time. It really did start out innocently, with Steve wanting to go to college and needing to start a better life for him, for you both. He confided in Nancy for help, she agreed. But as the months passed and the days got longer, he yearned for Nancy and she did too.
Everything he done, he always thought of her. When you would laugh at his jokes, he wondered would Nancy laugh? When Eddie would comment on how good Steve looked today, he wondered if Nancy would like his style?. When you three would make love, Steve wondered how Nancy would make love?
Nancy, Nancy, Nancy.. that’s all he thought about.
It was impulsive thinking but he left. He left you and Eddie, it was his own decision. What he didn’t expect was the reaction; you crying while Eddie pleaded and begged for an answer. It’s when Eddie spotted Mercury Grand Marquis station wagon pulling up outside; he lost it.
Eddie demanded Steve leave and never come back. As much as it broke Steve’s heart to hear that, he left. It was the least he could do after hurting you both. Steve never did return to get his stuff, he figured he would let you two do whatever you wanted. He was okay that.
That night, Steve only shared the bed with one person, not two, just one. 
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Eddie chuckled above you as he walked at some comedy show he was watching while you cuddled into his chest. Cuddling always felt different now that it was just two of you. But nonetheless, still felt amazing.
Lightly, you traced over Eddie’s hellfire t-shirt. Not paying attention to what was going on the TV, until you felt something wet dripping onto your cheek. Cautiously, you looked up to see tears staining Eddie’s face. You sat up alarmed, as you hugged him. “Ed, why are you crying?” You whispered as you rubbed his arms.
Eddie wiped his eyes as he pointed to the tv. The song “I shall not care” by Pearls before Swine was playing. You sighed. This was the song Steve played the first time you guys had sex. It was a beautiful moment for all three of you. Not once was it awkward or embarrassing, like some people might of thought it would of been. It was magical. But now, left a rancid taste In your mouth.
You turned back to Eddie with tears now in your own eyes. This was the first time you cried over your break up In front of Eddie. It was a bit of a shock towards Eddie as he had never seen you crying over Steve. So all he could do was hug you back even tighter.
“He left us, Ed.” You whimpered through your tears. This statement broke Eddie’s heart as it was true. Steve did leave you, both of you. The emotional and the physical pain was unbearable. The pain just weeped out in your words and it pained.
“I know baby.” Eddie whispered back as he rocked your body back and forward, doing his best to soothe you to the best of his abilities. “What about us?” You managed to ask through the tears.
Eddie pulled away confused. “What do you mean?”
“If we’re not good enough for Steve, what if we’re not good enough for eachother?”
Eddie felt his heart rip out his chest once more. The anxiety curled into his stomach, hands clawing up his throat and choking on the words that he was stumbling over. Everytime he opened his mouth to reply, the words would be dragged back down his throat and dissolved into the acid of his belly. He wanted to get sick. But he was angry. How could Steve make you feel like this? How could he make him feel like this?
Eddie pulled away from the hug to wipe your teary eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you looked when you cried. “Fuck Steve Harrington.” He smiled, despite his own tears, he smiled. “And fuck him for making you.. for making us feel this way.. We are good enough, we are good enough for eachother. We don’t need Steve Harrington to show us that,” You chuckled, nodding in reply.
“And fuck Nancy Wheeler. She couldn’t hold a candle to us. I mean have you seen my hair?” Eddie continued as he shrugged his hair off his shoulders, making you giggle. “Baby, I love you so much. I’m never, ever leaving… This will only hurt for a little awhile but time will heal everything.” Eddie paused, biting his lips. And so will Harringtons arms and legs when Eddie got his hands on him next. but Eddie stopped himself for saying it aloud. “but I promise we’ll be okay.. We’ll be okay because we have eachother, and our love is real. We’re real, everything we have, is real. We’ll figure it out.”
You hugged Eddie tightly. “Fuck Steve Harrington.” You whispered. Eddie laughed, wiping his eyes. “That’s my girl.”
You both will be okay in time.
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Steve knew the day would catch up to him. He avoid it forever. He could try too but it would managed to turn around and bite him in the ass.
He had been shopping with Nancy in Hawkins for food to bring back with them when they returned to college on Monday. When Nancy picked up the newspaper as she read through it, she showed Steve the newspaper and exclaimed that this was the newspaper company where she would be starting her work experience on Tuesday.
“They gave me an assignment already! I’m meeting with a few of the band members from a local band here in Hawkins. Corroded coffins. I’ve never heard them play but the reviews say they’re amazing.”
Steve felt all the blood rush to his head. No this wasn’t true. Please say it wasn’t true.
“And you know, Y/N? The girl we went to high school with? She’s going out with the lead singer, Eddie Munson. Do you know him?”
Steve chewed down on his lip as he tried to change the topic of conversation. “No, not really. Only knew him cause he hung around with Dustin,” he held up pears and peaches, allowing his girlfriend to decide. Nancy picked the peaches.
“Well. We already know Y/N is amazing, let���s hope Eddie and his band are too.”
They are, Steve thought, they’re both great.
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When Nancy came home that night, all she talked about was her interview. How nice Eddie was, how he would not stop praising you for the entire interview. Steve was surprised considering how you both knew he was with Nancy but allowed her to interview him. But Eddie wasn’t mean, he was rarely ever mean to anyone. It wasn’t Nancy’s fault, it was Steve’s. His own damn fault.
Steve couldn’t bare to see neither of you again. When he thought back, all he could see was both your heartbroken little faces as he walked out that door and out your lives. He doesn’t want to see you, Eddie and him and all the memories he’s missed on since he’s left. All the memories you once had were repressed into the back of Steve’s brain, only remembering them when he dreamed.
Steve cried himself to sleep that night with Nancy clinging to his side, unaware of why he had been crying.
She left him six months later for an inter-ship in New York.
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Steve hated himself. He hated himself for his selfishness and the need to put himself first. Steve couldn’t explain why he done what he did. He was the one who got up and walked out of your lives.
He had no one to blame but himself.
As Steve drove up to the house that all three of you used to live together in; he couldn’t help but notice it was different. There were flowers outside, you had clearly gotten a new car compared to the old shitty one he used to make fun of you for. The outside had been updated to a cream colour and your front door was red. Eddie, he assumed, had in stalled a side gate, which was painted black.
As Steve parked up beside the house, he sucked in his breath. He had consulted Dustin before this, who told him it was a bad idea. That things have changed and Steve wasn’t going to like what he saw.. But Steve had to see you, both of you. He didn’t care how you guys changed. He didn’t care if he had to get on his knees like a fool and plead, beg, and cry for you both to take him back. Steve would even be grateful if you would both just listen to him and to what he had to say, explain this away and just be happy with the two of you again.
But Dustin’s love still rang in his ears. “Don’t do it, Steve.” He spoke. “Things have changed. They’ve changed, trust me. Stay away.”
“Shut up, Henderson.” Steve muttered to the voice in his head as he grabbed the flowers and jumped out of the car. He muttered over and over again about what he was going to say to you both when you answered the door. “Hey, I’m so sorry for being a fool and leaving you for Nancy Wheeler. Please take me back, I love you.” Obviously not.
Steve sighed. What could he say? What could he do? He had hurt you both once, he didn’t want to do that again. He wanted to make it right. And he just wanted to be back in both of your arms.
Here goes nothing.
As Steve went to knock on the door, he heard giggling and laughter coming from the back. It was your laugh.
Slowly Steve moved to the gate that blocked the back entrance to the backyard, peeking in through the hole of the wooden gate. There you were, in nothing but a swim suit. Your back was turned to him but Steve knew how gorgeous you looked already. You were trying to shield yourself from the water that was splashing at you.
“Eddie, stop.” You yelled through the fit of giggles. Steve laughed quietly when he seen Eddie jump out with two water guns and began attacking you. “Never.” Eddie replied as he chased you. Steve laughed to himself as he watched the scene unfold In front of him. That was the one thing Steve loved about the both of you, he missed how fun you both were. He always had a belly ache of how much he used to laugh when he was around the both of you. You both were always coming up with something fun and random to do. There was never a dull moment with you guys.
As Steve watched the scene, he smiled to himself. He wanted that, he wanted that with you both. Steve wanted to laugh, he wanted to chase you around with a water gun. He wanted to playfully make you and Eddie blush when he’d compliment on how you both looked great.. like he once used to be able to do.
Eddie managed to catch up, twirling you around lightly. Steve admired the scene infront of him. He didn’t want to ruin it by his presence. But it was now or never. He raised his hand to knock on the back gate, when he noticed something about you. When Eddie placed you down, he laid his hands on your stomach.
Your protruding stomach.
“I don’t think Samantha is too happy with her daddy for making her mommy run.” You giggled. Eddie huffed as he rubbed your stomach before bending down to place a kiss upon your belly. “Only 5 more months and we’ll have our very own rockstar.”
“Ballerina.”
“Rockstar.”
As you and Eddie playfully fought, Steve felt shock and adrenaline coursing through his body. just stare with wide open eyed cannot shut, like the whole world is breaking crumble apart around him… he didn't even shake.. Just there he was in total paralysis without realizing what will happen after that.
You were pregnant?. This is what Dustin tried to warn him about. But Steve didn’t listen. You and Eddie were having a baby, a little baby, like the ones you three all used to talk about and dream about. Steve could see it now.
After long hours of pushing, crying, and coaching, the sound of a beautiful wail Rang through the hospital room, along with the sounds of cries of happiness. You looked tired, you looked beautiful even after experiencing the most horrific pain of your life. Eddie smiled as the baby was placed upon your chest. “You done brilliant, sweetheart.” He smiled as he wiped his tears of happiness. “They’re beautiful.”
The only difference was Steve was by your side too, crying of happiness as you gave birth to his son or daughter too.
You and Eddie were starting a family of your own.. Steve realised You guys were starting a family without him. You both moved on without him.
But what could he say? Nothing. He had no right to be angry at you and Eddie for moving on with your lives, making new memories, and starting new journeys. But somewhere deep, deep down, Steve hoped you both would wait for him. That you both would of remembered him, that you both still loved him enough to wait for him. But that him being selfish again.
Steve quickly left soon after you agreed that the baby would be a rockstar after Eddie nearly tickling you to death. Steve got into his car and began driving. He wasn’t sure where but he drove. Steve looked in the rear view mirror as the house became further and further away, he just laughed and laughed and cried and cried. Steve wasn’t sure when he started crying, but he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
Steve had messed up the only good thing in his life. He not only betrayed himself, but he betrayed you both. Steve Harrington was officially alone.
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