#the worst one ever was when she lied that I’m too sick to go to my grans party and my dad left without me … my gran died a few weeks later

[sab-teraa]

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#tye talks #my parents are genuinely just so fucking frustrating #they really don’t know me a single bit #after all this … they think I’m upset about money? #firstly I make my own money #second I’m sick of my mother trying to isolate us from everyone #that’s where my issue lies #and refuses to let us interact with any of our family members … both sides #and goes onto lie to them that we have no interest in associated with them etc. #my brother and I literally have no family other than each other … bc my mother makes our lives hell if we do so #and what makes it extra annoying is not that she’s tryna protect us or whatever #it’s the fact that she interacts with them perfectly fine and goes to all events etc. while lying to them that my brother and I are too #friend orientated too care about family #the worst one ever was when she lied that I’m too sick to go to my grans party and my dad left without me … my gran died a few weeks later #I’ll never forgive for that #and she causes drama if we date too #it clearly stems from the fact that both my brother and I are older and don’t need her as much #and she resents the fact that she sacrificed her career etc to be a stay at home parent #so now she wants us to have no relations with anyone other than her #I moved out forever ago and she tries to control everything #from what I wear to what I eat to what time I come home #and the most frustrating part is her going on on about how I should have become a lawyer etc. #stop trying to live your dreams through me !!!! #anyway im over it #I’ve offically decided to distance myself from everyone bc that’s what they wanted #so I will interact with absolutely no one #including my brother #like? I live ten hours away from them and still refuse to let me breathe

[strawberrysturniolo]

never grow up part five

summary: after months of no contact, chris and sunny find themselves having a long awaited conversation about their relationship part four part six

The last four months were somehow the best and worst times of my life.

In those months I was able to learn so much more about myself, figuring out how to live without the one person I rested my head on for all of my life. It was a challenge, but I’m here, and I’m figuring it out. 

But then I think about the struggle, and the fact that every time I face some sort of hardship, I go to rest my head on a shoulder that doesn’t exist with me anymore. 

I’ve started to make some other friends, forcing myself to distract myself and stop this pit inside of me from growing any more. 

Part of me is still hoping, praying, and wishing on every star that our relationship – friendship can be saved. If we can get through this without losing touch with each other, we can get through anything, right? 

“Are you listening to me?” my mom’s voice snaps me out of my daze. 

“Sorry, yeah,” I nod, focusing back on here as she finishes her grocery shopping. I came with her to keep myself from going insane with my roommates, but now I’m wishing I stayed home to wallow. 

She’s asked me about Chris a few times, the casual, “What’s new with him?” type of questions. I always make something up or say “the same as always,” because even though she doesn’t know how things have changed, at least that answer isn’t a lie. Everything is the same as it’s been since he left without a word. 

I’ve caught myself looking at updates in his life since that’s all I have of him now. We haven’t talked since he called me and admitted to fucking someone else. I can’t begin to express the betrayal and pain I felt when he told me that. Even still, I haven’t brought myself to want to be near any other guy, and to think that he went to LA and slept with someone else so fast and easily makes me feel sick, like I was just another hookup for him despite our history. 

We never had the temptation to do that with each other before. When we slept together, it was because there was something there. We were special. 

I can’t keep myself from wondering if I ever cross his mind.I sit and wonder if he still thinks of me, or who he says is his best friend. 

I have made the painful and saddening mistake of watching some of their videos. I missed his voice, I missed watching us in the older videos, I missed those memories. 

“This one is too big, dipshit!” a familiar voice causes my head to turn.

“Then we’ll get the smaller one!”

“Well, what if we go to the next store and they don’t have any?”

“Jesus, what do you want from me!” Nick responds.

Nick.

“I’ll look over–” the third voice calls out, halting when his body collides with mine.

Oh my god.

“Chris!” my mom cheers. 

His eyes are stuck on mine, our bodies inches apart. I watch as he swallows nervously. I would do anything to know what he was thinking about right now. 

Finally, he snaps his attention from me and places it on my mom. He slaps the fakest, but most convincing smile on his face. 

“Hi!” he grins at her, stepping around me and giving her a hug.

“I haven’t seen you since the cookout,” she reminds him, swaying him a bit as she embraces him. He giggles, just like he always has when she does this. “I didn’t even know you left.”

He nods, tucking his hands into his pockets after she lets go of him. “Things just got kinda hectic and I didn’t have time. I’m sorry.”

So he apologizes to her, but not me. That only proves that his apology to her isn’t sincere. 

“You didn’t tell me he was home!” she says to me now. 

I keep my feelings written on my face. Anger, hurt, and loss.

“No one told me.”

He glances at me, then looks at his feet. “It was a surprise,” he lies.

“Whatever,” I mumble, taking the car keys from my mom and excusing myself to the car for the rest of her shopping. 

What a fucking asshole.

To not tell me he was coming back, lying to my mom, and pretending like he hasn’t ripped me apart over the last few months, I couldn’t keep looking at him. 

I sat in my moms car, trying everything in my power to keep myself from breaking down. This was all so unfair. Every memory we had together, he threw it all away. Him coming back without a word, without a text, a phone call… it all just proved that this friendship was over with. All because of a stupid night that clearly meant more to me than to him. 

I went back to my apartment that night, hiding my feelings from everyone. I didn’t think about calling him as much as I wanted to scream at him for making me feel this way. I laid in my bed and sat with a book, trying to distract myself from everything going on outside. 

If he could do this without hesitation, without thinking about me, and act on emotion because of his anger towards me for going on a date, all while he was going to lie to me and never tell me he had sex with someone else until he had a reason to lash out at me, then he doesn’t deserve my time. 

Eventually, I crumble.

The week went by with me knowing he was down the street and I couldn’t do anything about it. I used to walk into his house unannounced and be greeted with a hug by all of his family members, then spend the rest of the day in his room playing video games, listening to music, talking, just being with each other. 

The one person I wanted to talk to about everything going on was the one person I had to stay away from. I couldn’t tell him how awful I felt, and I couldn’t go to him for comfort. He was the one who ripped me apart. 

The lifelong friend I thought I never had to worry about losing had officially pulled himself out of my life. 

“Higher!” I screamed out for him below me. 

He grabbed the sides of the swing, pulling me back as far as he could without falling over and shoving me forward as hard as he could. “I’m trying!”

I felt myself fly in the air, a cheer of excitement leaving me as the brisk Boston air surrounded me, painting my face in a blush color as the chill burned me. 

“Yay!” he clapped from under me. 

At seven years old, we had it all. Everything that we now lost, we had when we were kids. How is that fair?

“Can you see the hockey rink from up there?!” he asked, raising his voice so I could hear him, as if I was in outer space. 

“Umm, I don’t know. I need to go higher.”

He stood behind me, trying to catch my seat of the swing so he could launch me higher in the air. His small feet couldn’t hold himself up as the impact of me flying back down collided with his waist. He flew back, his puffer coat catching some of the collision. While his body was okay, he fell backwards, spinning around to try catching himself. I jumped down from the swing as soon as I could, some fear stopping me from hopping down at the height I was at. 

I had never seen so much blood before. The mulch under the swingset cut his cheeks, and he must have smacked his nose because it was gushing blood. 

“Sunny!” he cried out, instantly bawling. Maybe he was embarrassed and that’s part of the reason he was crying, but he had so much blood on his face that he was clearly in pain. 

“Sorry!” my own eyes welled with tears as I tried to help him. I took off my gloves and let him use them as tissues, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. 

I held his hand as we stumbled back to his house. As soon as the door opened, he cried for his mom, to which she ran down the steps and scooped him up, trying to calm his hysterics. 

My mom came and picked me back up, and we returned a few hours later. 

“Mrs. Sturniolo, I have a present for Chris and his boo boo’s.”

She smiled down at me, then called for Chris to come down. He ran down the steps, displaying the scratches on his face that had stopped bleeding. 

I held out an ice cream cone for him, cookie dough to be exact. He smiled, hugged me, and held my hand as he pulled me inside, sitting down on the couch with me as he licked his ice cream. 

When I was dealing with family problems growing up, he was always there.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I cried, watching him wipe my tears before they could fall to my cheeks.

“Where’s your backpack?” he asked, and I pointed somewhere on the floor. 

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly, afraid to interrupt whatever he was doing. 

“You’re going to move in with me until your parents start being nice to each other.”

We were ten at the time, and I did end up moving in with them for about four days.

I slept in Chris’ bed with him, and his mom took us to school. My mom liked the idea until she heard about my plan of not coming back. Needless to say, that brought me home. 

I needed him back in my life, but I was too broken to cry for him again. 

Days later, I was in bed doing homework when a knock on my door finally pulled me out of my room. With both of my roommates gone, I figured one of them came back and forgot their key. Anyone who comes inside needs a code to get into the building. 

I opened the door without checking through the peephole. 

“Hi,” he said quietly, giving me a soft smile. 

My broken heart was suddenly mended together, and I hated myself for making that happen so easily.

“What are you doing here?”

He pulls a cookie dough ice cream cone from behind his back. 

“Apology ice cream?”

A frown starts to pull my lips downward. He notices, and invites himself in. 

“Can we talk?” 

I nod weakly. 

He starts walking towards my couch. Without thinking, I grab his hand and pull him into a hug. He freezes until my arms wrap around him. Then, his body relaxes. 

He wraps his arms tightly around my body, squeezing me. His head rests in the crook of my neck, his breath fanning my skin. 

“I needed you,” I breathe out, trying not to cry again.

“I know.”

“You weren’t there.”

He nods, squeezing me tighter. “I know.”

We stand in silence until he pulls away from me.

“Your ice cream is melting.”

I go to wipe my tears, but he beats me to it, just like he always did. 

“I’ll get a bowl for you,” he says. “Go sit.”

I probably look terrified on this couch.The last time he was here with me we almost had sex again. The last time he was here, everything fell apart. 

I take a bite of my melting ice cream, waiting for him to say something. 

“I panicked when you told me how you felt,” he confesses. “I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I don’t want you to not be in my life. I was going fucking crazy for months. I missed you so fucking much, Sunny.”

I’m torn between the pain of knowing he was hurt, but also the relief knowing that I wasn’t alone in this. He was feeling the same way I was. If we just communicated then we could have gotten through this, but we wanted to be mad at the other person. 

“I want to be with you,” he says, holding my arms so I focus on him. “I really really do. You’re all I think about. We just need to talk about all of this.”

I nod, trying to think of the right thing to say. 

“When did you start liking me?” he asks. 

“I think right before you left last year,” I try to remember. “I loved being with you. It was different than before. I was getting butterflies with you. Then when you left, I got sad, I think.”

“I fell in love with you in sophomore year.”

My eyes dart to his, shock written on my face. 

“But you were dating–”

“I know,” he says. “I kept trying to break it off with her. She was jealous of you. Every girl was. They knew you were going to come first. She kept trying to tell me all this shit about how I would never be able to keep her or any other girl because I’m too obsessed with my best friend. Finally one day I just decided, fuck her, and that was it.”

I had met his ex-girlfriend a few times. Mostly in passing because the only time we hung out as a group at his house, she tried coming after my friendship with Chris. We lost some of our friendship because of her, but luckily, Chris did everything he could to bring it back to what it was once she was out of his life. 

“I missed you so much, Sun.”

I chew on my bottom lip, looking at him defeated. “I missed you.”

He opens his arms wide for me, then says “C’mere.”

I fall into his arms so easily, it’s like they were made for me. 

“Not letting go of you again, okay?” he whispers, kissing the top of my head before pulling me closer. “I promise.” 

“I love you so much, Chris.” It spills out of me. Maybe I’m able to cover it up as friendship love, the kind we always had for each other growing up–

“I love you.” He waits for me to look at him before continuing. “I love you so fucking much. I just–”

I hold my breath. 

“Right now… with me being in LA, I can’t give you what you deserve right now. I promise, once we’re living in the same place again, if you’re still wanting to be with me, I’ll do anything I can to keep you. I swear on it. I just don’t want to not be able to give you enough right now because of where we are in life.” 

Even though I wanted to try to have a relationship with him, I know this is the right thing, and I am so appreciative of him telling me how he feels this time despite his fears. If I could have had this answer months ago, I wouldn’t have fallen apart the way I did. 

“Is that okay?” he asks carefully. 

I sit up, nodding my head. 

He pushes my hair back behind my ears. “I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be.” I give him a small smile. “I get it.”

He rubs my cheek with his thumb before dropping his hands into his lap. 

“I have to go home soon to finish packing for the airport.”

Back to LA he goes, I guess. 

“Did you sleep with anyone else other than the girl you told me about?”

He looks shocked that I would ask him this. “No– I just–” he sighs. “No. It was only her, and it was only one time. I felt like shit after. Got faded and went to Matt for help. He told me to call you, so I did, and that’s when you were on your date. I was so angry and fucked up I lashed out and told you. I shouldn’t have done it like that.” 

“That made me really upset. Not that you slept with someone– well, a little. But the fact that you used it as ammunition because you knew it would upset me.”

“I know,” he agrees. “That wasn’t nice.”

He grabs my ice cream and takes a bite, licking his finger when it drips down his hand. 

I rest my head on his shoulder, the same one I had been searching for for months. 

We sit in a comfortable silence while we share a melting ice cream.

“Where do you see yourself in ten years?” I ask, trying to break the silence but also figure out how long I’ll be waiting for him.

“With you.”

I look up at him, my eyes full. 

“Always with you,” he says, holding my chin.

There clearly isn’t a thought in either of our brains when we kiss each other again. It’s so soft, sweet, and gentle that it answers all of my questions. It gives me everything I need. 

He holds my cheeks, kissing me again and then moving to the side of my face, peppering me in kisses everywhere. A loud laugh leaves my mouth, making him smile into one more kiss. 

“What do you want to do about all of this?” he asks against my mouth. 

“I want to be with you, but I can’t make you ready for me,” I admit to him.

He pulls back and holds my hands. “Then we’ll wait until the timing is better, but I swear to God Sunny, do not fucking leave me. No matter when we get together, I want you in my life always. Please, don’t leave me alone again.”

I kiss him one more time, the last kiss we will share with each other indefinitely. 

He holds onto me for dear life, and I have to remind myself that this can’t go any further. 

It’s always been Chris Sturniolo, and there won’t be a day in my life where I’m not meant for him. 

“I promise.”

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[luvhughes43]

vicious | trevor zegras x reader

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summary: media girl for the ducks, trev and her start hooking up + secret relationship but he tells people it’s not true & ruins her image in the process

lyrics: "oh, you're so vicious love me then pretend you didn't, crush my heart and wreck my image, why you gotta be so vicious?

word count: 1.5k

One year, ten thousand bad moments

But it was dressed up in heated emotion

And I tried to look for the best in the worst

But like, fuck me, that caused a commotion

you knew that what you and trevor were doing could end badly. but with every soft kiss, and tug, all your worries melted away. 

you had been working for the ducks as a photographer ever since your internship ended with them a few years back. therefore, you made sure not to let yours and trevor's relationship slip to your coworkers and trevor's teammates.you hadn’t bothered to read over your contract or work policies because who was going to know? it had never been serious with trevor. you’d meet up, hook up, and then that was that until the next time. 

you were secretly seeing him after practices. your camera long forgotten when trevor first asked you to meet at his place to “spice up my instagram”. it was all so easy. your routine was quickly set in stone after the first few meetups. when jamie went to the gym trevor was calling you up. when you were free of your photography duties you would sneak trevor into your office… it was reckless but worth it.

you knew now that you should've been more careful. not with how secretive you were being, because you had never been caught. but careful in the sense that trevor was a traitor. 

Oh, you're so vicious

Love me, then pretend you didn't

Crush my heart and wreck my image

Why you gotta be so vicious?

“i love you so much yn” Trevor mumbled into your skin as you laid tangled up in his bedsheets. you ran your hands through his hair, savouring the sweet moment.

“yeah so she thinks i’m in love with her or something,” Trevor laughs, his shoulders rising up and down like a comic book character. you would’ve smiled at the action if he wasn’t talking badly about you. “It’s kind of unprofessional if i’m being honest… i mean yns hot but…” he trails off chuckling. you couldn't gauge his teammates reactions to his statements. 

you felt your face burn up with embarrassment as Trevor continued his spiel about how you were apparently obsessed with him. as if he wasn’t the one always calling you up whenever he got too lonely. 

“have we slept together? no, of course not. she wants to though. i bet she’d beg me if i gave her the time of day”

“you should've seen how she was looking at me yesterday… it's crazy man! i'm surprised she hasn't gotten fired yet”

“do i mind that she’s obsessed? nah i mean the girls love me i’m used to it,” his eyes were crinkling from the wide smile plastered on his face, shoulders shaking with laughter as he and his friends joked at your expense. 

Said that it was me and you for life

Now you're kinda actin' like I died

word of what trevor had said about you had gotten around. lies that started with loud discussions with teammates turned into your coworkers overhearing, which turned into long HR reports. 

4 days after the first lie was uttered you were brought into your bosses office. she hadn’t cared about your side of things. his word was always going to be more trustworthy than yours. you were fired that day.

you had tried to seek trevor out as soon as you left your ex bosses office. your hands were shaking and your lip was quivering as you walked through random hallways. 

you heard his voice before you saw him. you couldn't exactly make out what he and whoever he was with was saying, but you knew he was laughing. 

rounding the corner you saw him. trevor was talking to one of the media girls. one of his hands was resting playfully on her arm while she giggled at whatever he had said. you felt sick. 

trevor met your eyes and his immediately widened. his hand fell from the girls arm and he brought it up to run through his hair. 

“trevor, I need to talk to you,” your voice was shaky but strong nonetheless. at your tone, the girl looked between you and trevor with clear apprehension in her eyes. 

trevor clearly picked up on this. “uhh, y/n im sure we can talk later yeah?” he said, sending a quick smile to the girl standing next to him. 

“i need to talk to you now,” you pushed ahead, knowing that if you stopped talking your composure would slip and you'd start sobbing in the hallway. 

trevor sighed, as if he had the right to be annoyed with you. he smiled apologetically at the girl again before he let you lead the way back to your office. 

You don't feel remorse, you don't feel the effects

'Cause you don't think you hurt me if you wish me the best

“look yn, i’m really sorry this happened but,” trevor started but you cut him off.

“oh you're sorry huh?” you spit out, hands shaking with anger. 

“i just want you to know that i wish you the best” he continued, clearly ignoring your anger.

“i was fired! trevor, I was fired because you decided it would be fun to ruin my reputation!” you burst out, voice rising as you let all of your frustration out. 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah i get that and i’ve said sorry. i don’t know what else you want me to do” trevor said, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket and leaning back against your office door. which you guess wasn’t really yours anymore.

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. you closed your eyes for a minute to try and breathe through all the anger coursing through your veins, but trevors need to constantly be moving and making noise only aggravated you further. 

you sighed, opening your eyes again to see trevor tapping his foot impatiently against the carpeted floor. “‘i don't know what else you want me to do!’” you mimicked trevor in a high pitched voice. “i want you to tell my boss that you were wrong! That you lied! how could you do this to me? what am i supposed to do now?” you seethed, completely forgetting your strategies to calm yourself down. you had thought trevor was different when you two started hooking up. everyone seemed to have loved him, the media adored him, fans well… they’re divided but all in all… he seemed like the perfect guy on paper. but in reality, he was just vicious.

“okay calm down,” trevor says sternly, raising his hands up in surrender. “i didn't try to get you fired on purpose! it just happened” his defence was pathetic and you laughed humorlessly. 

“yeah well what are you going to do about it?” you questioned him, anger still present in your voice as you glared at him. 

“there's literally nothing i can do that's why i apologized” 

“there's a thousand things you can do! tell everyone you lied!” you were on the verge of yelling and so trevor gently shut the door. 

“if i tell everyone i was making things up, i dont have anyone's trust. you've gotta understand that my image is important here and-” trevor was talking but your ears were ringing. he wouldn't come clean because his image was important? what about yours? you were now unemployed, and your reputation would be forever ruined. it would be one thing if news had gotten out that you were seeing trevor. but now everyone thinks that you're obsessed with him. people were staring at you weirdly in the halls, whispering when you walked by. you couldn't stand the sight of him.

“get out.”

“y/n what?” trevor steps back, clearly not anticipating for you to be as angry as you were.

“i said get out. i don't need your worthless apologies and explanations of why you wont help me” your voice was raised and trevor raised his arms up in defence again. 

“im sorry like-” he starts but you once again cut him off.

“GET OUT!” you yell, walking over to your office door and yanking it open. a few of your coworkers were lingering outside and you could feel their heated gaze on you. you shoved trevor out of the room regardless, ignoring all the chatter outside as you slammed the door shut again. 

white hot tears blurred your vision as you sank down to the floor. You brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. you had never felt so defeated before. your dream job was gone, and any future you had in photography would be tainted by trevors false claims. 

Oh, you're so vicious

I loved you but I wish I didn't

If you're out there somewhere listenin'

Why you gotta be so vicious?

you sat and cried until you were sore, wanting nothing more than to erase trevor zegras from your life.

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Pointless - Abby Anderson

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-> Summary: you and Abby had a rocky relationship, always bickering and taking breaks. You’re sick of it, and one night she tried to call you out for lying to her.

“I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man. I wanted to be the one that you could understand.”

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-> warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, sensitive subjects? Alcohol usage, strong language, arguing, 1k words, rushed soz guys bare w me

You shut your front door, your girlfriend eyeing you from your apartment living room. You smile drunkly at her as you walked sloppy over to her.

You kiss her cheek and try to hug her, but before you can get too close she’s shoving you away. Her muscles flex as she looks down at you disgustedly.

“Where have you been?” She asked, mother-like. You gulp and avoid her impaling gaze.

“To my parents house,” you lie, “dads birthday.”

She knows you’re lying, she knows your dads birthday isn’t until another four months. She cringed at how stupid you thought she was. She walked out to the kitchen, you following behind her and sobering up with every step.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” She seethes.

“When have I ever lied to you?” You yell at her strongly, your hands coming to grip the kitchen counter in anger. After everything she had put you through, she had no right to be acting like this.

“When have you ever told the truth?” She interrogated your further, now accusing you. You hated how she painted you as an evil person. You didn’t have a cruel bone in your body until she placed them there.

“You’re playing that game?” You laughed, your head spinning, “how many times have I forgiven you, Abby, for fucking lying to me?”

“You’re fucking insufferable.” Abby stated firmly, “this is why I don’t like being around you.”

“You make me miserable, Abby.” You laughed. Your eyebrows were raised at the shock of her audacity. It was dark out, and you’d just gotten in from a night out with your friends. Clearly, she knew that.

Maybe you were a bit drunk, but if Abby had came with you she would be too. You couldn’t count the amount of lies Abby had told you on both hands, just within the last couple months.

“Yes! All you do now is get drunk and fuck me off for your friends!” She yelled, her voice strained as she found herself yelling too often recently. You rolled your eyes and you could almost see steam coming from Abby’s ears.

“So it’s okay when you do it, but when I do it I’m the worst person ever?” You screamed at her, your fist colliding with the fridge door. You looked at her with bloodshot eyes and watched as she huffed.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Abby sighs as she picks up a cold bottle of water, the plastic almost crumpling under her heavy grip. She was unable to accept responsibility for her actions.

“Oh so you’re just going to leave and avoid the problem, again? This is your problem, Abby, you always expect me to chase after you!”

You watch her walk out, your elbows resting on the kitchen island. You laid your head in your hands, forcing the salty tears to stay in your eyes. Deep down you knew this relationship was over even before it started.

You still remember when you arrived home after a long day at work, wanting to relax, and found Abby upstairs with your best friend. Your heart shattered, but not enough for you to say no the next time she came crawling back.

Before you realised it, hot tears were rolling down your cheeks, dripping onto the counter from your chin. You were lost, with no idea where to go.

You heard the creaking of the floorboards and turned your neck to look. Abby walked towards you, her eyes blood shot, with a pitiful look plastered onto her face that you knew was fake.

You put your head back into your hands after wiping remaining tears from your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at her. You felt her strong arms wrap around your waist and tensed at the feeling.

“I’m sorry, baby, I love you.” She whispered, kissing your earlobe gently her demeanour was completely altered into someone you hadn’t seen in ages.

You push her arms off of you, “don’t, Abby, please don’t do that.”

You sighed, her eyebrows creasing as she trapped you between her arms. Her lips came to your neck, and if you were the same person you were eight months ago you would’ve let her continue.

“Abby, stop it. Stop it. You’re being mean!” You push her arm, making her lose her hold on the counter, and walk into the living room, the bend of your thumbs in your eyes. A part of you hoped you could poke them out.

She followed you in, wanting nothing more than to just lay down in bed and forget about it. You couldn’t do that this time, you felt used and abused at this point.

You pull on your jacket and your shoes, sniffling as you grab your car keys. Abby’s jaw falls opened at the sight of you leaving.

“Where the fuck are you going?” She wonders, following you to the door frame. You walk into the apartment corridor, “It’s one in the morning!”

“Don’t do this, please don’t walk out the door.” Abby pleaded again. Your back is turned to her, you knew looking at her face would kill you.

“I can’t stay, Abby,” you cried, “every night you spent with other girls, lying to me, and ignoring me are nights that I spent wondering why I loved you.”

You could hear a sob pull from Abby’s throat. You’d never seen her cry before, at least not over you. It almost made you feel worthless, not worth crying over.

“Please,” she calls as you take a step, “I can’t lose you.”

This time you turn around to her. Her dark grey shirt had spots of black from where her tears had fallen, and her nose was red. You assumed you looked the same, you knew your eyes always got puffy when you cried.

“You already have.”

#Spotify #abby tlou2 #abby x you #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #the last of us #ellie tlou2 #dina tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou #tlou game #dina woodward #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #tess tlou #ellie tlou #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel miller #tlou2 #dina the last of us #the last of us ellie #abby and lev #abigail anderson

[arpmemething2]

Batman the Animated Series sentence starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction.  Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"All right, scum bucket, it's you, me, and thirty stories. You're gonna tell me exactly what I want to know."

"That's one way to remove a splinter."

"I have this natural immunity against poisons, toxins, the pain and suffering of others. Go figure."

"I failed you. I wish there were another way for me to say it. I cannot. I can only beg your forgiveness, and pray you hear me somehow, someplace... someplace where a warm hand waits for mine."

"Last time we met, you tried to throw me off a building."

"If you think I've been bad news before..."

"Old and infirm as you are, I'd trade a thousand of my frozen years for your worst day."

"What kind of a saboteur uses a six-thousand dollar Metronex to set a time bomb?"

"I never counted on being happy."

"A strong mind can fuel a frail body."

"I need a new car."

"There's no way you could have escaped from that explosion! How did you get out?"

"I'm gettin' too old for this."

"I suppose what they say is true: society is to blame. High society."

"Succumb to the fear!"

"Gee, it's amazing the things you find in people's glove compartments."

"Children and guns do not mix. Ever."

"I'm having a BAD DAY! I'm sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up!"

"They're not stupid, and it's your party."

"Aren't they just the cutest family you've ever seen?"

"It's midnight darling, time to unmask."

"It's gonna be one of those nights."

"When you look too long into the abyss, the abyss looks back through you."

"If you're so smart, why aren't you rich?"

"You've got to admit there's something between us."

"There's always time to heal."

"I didn't realize you'd taken up listening to rock and roll."

"Choosing a weekend date?"

"I don't believe in fate."

"An entire city screaming in fear. I wonder if we'll be able to hear it."

"Some thought I'd gone mad. Others thought I always had been. And so they put me where they thought I belonged."

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no tales."

"This city would fall apart without you!"

"I love that trick but I can never make it work."

"Taking up video games, are we?"

"I hate it when he does that."

"You are strong... but not strong enough!"

"They don't make straight jackets like they used to. I should know."

"He's not samurai. He's NINJA. They're spies and assassins. Their only code is to get the job done."

"A pixel is worth a thousand words."

"I am vengeance! I am the night!!"

"And who says opera has to be boring?"

"He always knew how to make an exit."

"Hey! Do I hit your kids? Oh, actually I do..."

"Now boys, didn't your mommies teach you that's not the way to get a lady's attention?"

"Not the robot theory again."

"Freeze, maggots! You're all under arrest!"

"You said you'd never let me go home!"

"What was she before she went bonkers?"

"This used to be a beautiful street. Good people lived here once."

"'Tis better to have loved and lost, and made a small profit, than never to have loved at all!"

"Chance is everything. Whether you're born or not, whether you live or die, whether you're good or bad. It's all arbitrary."

"But you've forgotten the first rule of comedy: if you have to explain the joke... THEN IT ISN'T FUNNY!"

"I told you not to speak!"

"Coming through! Hot stuff!"

"The snow is beautiful, don't you think? Clean, uncompromising..."

"When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping."

"What a pleasant surprise. Though I should warn you - breaking and entering is against the law."

"This could cause a stampede to pork."

"You really know how to put the fun in funeral."

"You ought to put your toys away."

"Would not, could not... would not, could not... oh, could not join the dance."

"Home. I never thought that could sound so good."

"Then I'll see you in your nightmares!"

"As the Bard said, "the fault lies not in our stars, but in ourselves.""

"You know what I'd have given for a death scene like this. Too bad I won't get to read the notices."

"He's a little protective of all this. I think he likes bats better than people."

"All your power and money has bought you an empire of misery."

"Don't try this at home kids!"

"I feel ill."

"Well, that was fun! Now, who's for Chinese?"

"You're about to fall out of orbit."

"Why can't he ever stay dead?"

"They can bury me in the ground, as deep as they like. But I'll grow back. We always grow back. Don't we, baby?"

"All men have something to hide. The brighter the picture, the darker the negative."

"You thought I was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo! Well, the joke's on you, 'cause I'm not even a real blonde."

"When the wage slaves start acting like they own the place, it's time to pull the plug."

"I've been known to be foolish, but ain't nobody calls me a liar and goes to bed happy."

"Since you don't like my side-splitters, how 'bout a skull-splitter?"

"This is kidnapping, mister! Last time I checked, it was highly illegal!"

[onsunnyside]

um, hi baby, I don’t know if you still accepting tots but…

bratty! stepsister only allows stepbro!Ari getting off grinding up against her soaking wet panties. 😵‍💫

ok first you call me baby and then give me this thot ?? bestie dearest you’ve opened up a can that will never shut !!

you and Ari have been at each other’s throats since you met. mostly keeping it under wraps when your parents were around bc you two weren’t complete nightmares (yet). but then you moved into Ari’s father’s house and everything gets a million times worst. he irritates the fuck out of you through pranks, stealing your shit, ratting you out to your parents and even throwing low blows during your *daily* arguments.

definitely some: “I bet you’re so needy because your dad left” “do you ever not dress like a whore?” “Oof… daddy issues much? Are you gonna cry like a baby too?”

and what do you know… you find out he went on a guys trip with his friends and lied to your parents about going to some two week camp for his studies/sports. he used all that money to party and travel behind their back. You threatened to tell your parents. He begs you not to, and even tries to bribe you with free drives in his car, money and he’ll finally stop pranking you.

and yes, the bribes work. In fact, your parents think you’ve never gotten along better. you and Ari are suddenly spending a lot of time together which just included him driving you to the mall, sticking around to pay for all the things you want and hold your bags. he also becomes the designated driver whenever you go to parties with your friends 😌 and his friends make fun of him for it (be he’s really drinking pop at a party… mr party boy Levinson…) like “downgraded from stepbrother to chauffeur… that must fucking sting” and bc you’re hot, they never shut up about wanting you, or your itty bitty dresses and skirts, they say nasty things like “I don’t know how you control yourself around her” “she’s my stepsister, you pervert” “I’m just saying, if she were living in my house, she’d be far more… obedient if you know what I mean”

Oh ari does. He’s dreamt of it, fantasized about it, jerked off to it dozens of times 😖😖

you love rubbing it in his face, that he could get into so much trouble if you just opened your pretty mouth 😌 so he better pay up to keep your lips sealed !! You flaunt your new clothes paid for with his money, and make him cancel his plans bc he needs to drive you somewhere, and ofc, by never shutting up when you invite boys over while your parents are out of town. you’ll invite a guy over and literally fuck in every room of the house, telling him to stay in his room as if this weren’t his house.

what finally pushes him to the edge is when you bring over one of his friends. the same one who said they’d fuck you silly, and Ari’s forced to listen to you scream and cry “daddy” and beg for cum like a slut.

you find him getting off and take pity on him (in a bratty way) 🥺🥺 this big hairy hunk hasn’t had any pussy bc you’re taking up all of his time… how sad… he totally deserves it though:

“Having fun there?”

He peeks one eye open, still tugging at his hard length. “What the fuck do you think?”

You step further into his room, holding up your arms. “No need to have an attitude, ungrateful prick. Not like I was going to help you or anything…”

He inhales deeply, squeezing the fat base nestled in the coarse pubic hair. “…what do you mean help me?”

“How else do you think, idiot?”

He doesn’t speak for a moment and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. His hand has since stilled, his bicep still tense and veins prominent in his arms and neck, perfectly highlighted by the sweat on his skin.

“You’re fucking sick.”

“Yet you clearly like the idea.” You lick your lips, watching his cock twitch in his hand, beads of pre cum rolling down the thick head. “What’s wrong, big brother? You don’t get pussy for a few weeks and want to fuck me instead?”

“I’d rather die.”

You laugh. His mouth says one thing but his eyes eat you up like a starved man, drifting over your bare legs and tight bikini, your skin was still a little wet from skinny dipping with his friend.

“I guess I’ll just go back to Steve… he was getting really touchy, I’d hate to leave him all alone.” You turn around and sway with each step, the tiny fabric of your (pathetic excuse of a) bathing suit digs into your fleshy hips—your ass just begging for his fingers to bruise it.

“Wait.”

You don’t bother hiding your smirk and glance over your shoulder. “Yes, big brother?”

Ari wrinkles his nose, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh yeah? What would you rather have me call you?”

You did not expect daddy to come out of his mouth. You laugh, no, you cackle, “You are not daddy.”

He quirks a brow, “really? You don’t think you’ll drop to your knees the moment I throw you around a little, spank your cunt and call you a good little whore?”

You grit your teeth, feeling a different wetness on your bikini bottoms. “I dare you to try.”

now… this isn’t the daddy moment for him bc you don’t even let him touch you bare. you just bend over his dresser, and let him grind against you.

“Hurry—uh, up,” you struggle to keep your moans at bay, “Steve is gonna wonder where I—ah!”

“Shut the fuck up.” A hard hand lands on your ass, a burn blooms from the spot. “You never fucking shut up.”

“You’re such a fucking dick—” you’re cut off by a sharp gasp when he pulls your bikini to the side, the bare tip of his cock rubs up and down your soppy slit. “H-Hey!”

He groans heavily, pinning you down by your hips, “You know how easy it would be for me to slip in? You’re already soaked—what’s wrong, little sis? You getting wet for your step brother like a little slut?”

now pls… the way im tempted to replace my other Ari kinktober fic for this 😳😳 are two stepcest fics for kinktober too much already ?? 😖

#I am: baby #tw stepcest #bratty stepsis x stepbro Ari #sonny drabbles

[verymuchimmortalcat]

Magic Induced Face Blindness

For Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne Month, Prompt: Take Your Kid To Work ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

The Justice League, simply put, was having a take your kid to work day. Less simply, they were holding an event for all the teenage superheroes. So not exactly a take your kid to work day but there weren’t exactly a large number who weren’t proteges of the Justice League.

Naturally, Ladybug had been invited.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne has not stopped freaking out about it since.

And not freaking out about it in the Chat Noir way, who’s been so excited that it’s all he talks about on patrol. Freaking out as in lying face down on her floor and cursing her family. Well, mostly her dad.

“Tikki, do you think if I fake cough in front of Chat Noir a few times and tell him I’m too sick to make it he’ll believe me.”

The kwami hums from where she’s settled in Marinette’s hair. “He’ll probably believe you if you’re convincing enough but is that really necessary? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Marinette scoffs. Really, Tikki should know better than to ask such a question. “I’ll walk into the watch tower and someone will immediately figure me out.”

In her one year of being Ladybug, Marinette has learnt that even her sweet kwami does not have infinite patience and Tikki’s exasperation is obvious in her tone when she says, “Marinette. Your identity is protected with magic.”

“The JL has magic users. And I’ve known most of these people most of my life. What if one of the idiots say something so dumb and I insult them and they figure it out and then Chat Noir knows my identity causing the end of the world.”

“Don’t insult them then.”

She scoffs again, “I can’t not insult them. When have you ever not insulted Plagg?”

The ensuing silence speaks for itself but Tikki doesn’t let it go. “You should go. It’ll be good to talk to heroes other than Chat Noir and temporary holders.”

She groans. Maybe if she lies here long enough the carpet will swallow her up and then Tikki can stop trying to convince her to go. “I have most of their numbers, I can talk to them whenever I want. I do talk to them whenever I want.”

The weight on her head vanishes and she feels a poke on her forehead. Lifting her head up, she glares at the tiny goddess of luck, who glares right back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. None of them know you’re Ladybug.”

She drops her back down to the floor and sighs. “Fine. I’ll go.”

.oOo.

Wonder Woman waves them over when she sees them enter. As the two of them make their way through the crowd, Ladybug keeps her eyes on the floor while Chat Noir’s head swivels around trying to take it all in. What an odd pair they must make.

“Robin looks like an angry kitten,” her partner comments, breaking her out her reverie.

She coughs to hide her laughter. He’s right, of course. But regardless she turns to look at Damian, who’s sulking in the corner while Jon pesters him.

She grins, “I’d kill to watch you tell him that.”

He glances at her and snorts, “Not a chance. Not with that expression on your face.”

She blinks at him, “What expression?”

“The same one you had before you threw me off the Eiffel Tower for going on about the Justice League heroes.”

She smiles at the memory, “You totally deserved it.”

He holds a hand  up to his chest, as dramatic as always, “Meowch!”

She giggles. Diana is only few steps away from them now and is looking at them with an amused expression. Smiling comes slightly easier now, a chunk of her anxiety taken away by her partner’s antics. She whispers a thanks to him before greeting Wonder Woman.

.oOo.

If Diana suspects anything, she doesn’t mention it, nor do any of the others they talk to. But they haven’t had the chance to talk to any of the bats yet. At least Dick and Jay aren’t here, they’d be the most unbearable.

“We should talk to Batgirl,” Chat Noir suggests.

Marinette freezes, magic or not Cass would be the most likely to see through her but she can’t think of a valid excuse and he’d already picked up on her earlier nervousness. If she continues being paranoid, he might start to suspect something.

“Sure,” she mutters.

He waves enthusiastically to Batgirl who offers a small smile. Her gaze lingers on Ladybug and Marinette desperately hopes Cass brushes off anything odd as general nervousness. Thankfully, Chat Noir carries much of their interaction.

He’s gesturing wildly when he accidentally hits her sister’s arm. The arm that Marinette knows was in a cast until last week. Cass doesn’t wince, of course she doesn’t but the concern bursts out of Marinette anyway. “Is your arm ok??”

Chat Noir looks confused but Batgirl is assessing her. It’s a moment before she says, “I’m fine.”

Marinette nods, simultaneously relieved and panicked. She should’ve stayed home. It’s not too late to fake sickness, after all she has been acting particularly odd. When Spoiler calls Batgirl away, Ladybug visibly relaxes. Chat Noir gives her an odd look but he doesn’t say anything. Yet. She’s sure by the time they finish talking to her entire family, he’s going to think she’s lost her mind.

.oOo.

She’s mostly calmed down after her slip up with Cass when they somehow end up talking to Jon and Damian. Well, it’s not exactly talking as much as Robin and Chat Noir antagonising each other. Jon looks torn between interrupting and watching it play out. Marinette on the other hand wishes she had a bucket of popcorn and a valid reason to record their exchange.

When Damian calls the Parisian superhero, “a mangy alley cat,” Marinette snorts out loud and says, “I thought you liked cats?”

Damian stares at her, she can see his hand inching towards his katana as he asks, “How would you know that?”

Play it cool, Marinette.

She shrugs, “You just seem like a cat person. Also, I vaguely remember reading something of the kind on twitter once.”

Both of them know most things about the Bats on social media are deleted almost as soon as Oracle can get to it but people still do see them. He relaxes slightly but Marinette knows he’s wary of her.

Really, why did she let Tikki talk her into this?

.oOo.

Sometime later, Bart finds her in a corner. She’d left Chat Noir saying she needed a break and she could see him as he was talking excitedly with Steph.

“Heydoyoumindansweringaquestionforustosettleanargument?” he asks pointing at the rest of what was once Young Justice (or rather the still active members). Holding back a smile, she considers it for a moment. How wrong could it go? Actually, knowing them any thing and everything that could go wrong would go wrong but her curiosity takes over. Tim’s friends have the most amusing arguments after all.

Bart is bouncing back and forth, waiting for her answer. When, she agrees, he cheers and drags her over to their little group. He doesn’t question how she caught what he was saying instantly or how she’s totally fine even after being carted off with super speed regardless of the distance.

Thankfully, Tim is too busy arguing with Kon to notice.

“I have a solution,” Bart announces, “We ask Ladybug to be the tie breaker.”

And because when they’re together they tend to act on a single functioning braincell, all four of them turn to her at once and Cassie asks, “Do you think having several backup fake identities is necessary?”

Ah, not a new argument then. Honestly, she does. She’s suddenly even more grateful that Chat Noir isn’t with her. “I mean you do need something to fall back on if your go to identity is accused of art theft.”

Tim doesn’t have time to register the jab at him before Kon and Cassie start to rejoice loudly and Marinette slips away before they can drag her into their next argument.

.oOo.

Back in her room, after the event, Marinette sighs. “Well, that was interesting.” Her conversations with the others had gone perfectly well. It was extremely likely that Chat Noir wouldn’t dwell on her mistakes with Batgirl and Robin, and he hadn’t been there when she spoke to Tim. Regardless, she’s never doing that again. Chat Noir can go alone.

Her phone rings and she answers the video call to see a bunch of worried faces.

“Is something wrong?”

“You need to look into Ladybug,” her father states. 

She frowns, “Why?”

“It’s possible Ladybug knows our identities and is a threat.”

Her jaw drops, “What?” 

Marinette remains in semi shock throughout Tim’s explanation. He ends with, “If you need help any of us would be glad to come.”

“Dibs on helping Nettie!” Steph calls finally snapping Marinette out of her shock. Damn, Tikki had been right about the magic. World’s greatest detectives and this was the conclusion they came to?

She glances at Tikki once, making sure she has the kwami’s support in this decision. When Tikki nods Marinette let’s herself laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

It also ends the argument ongoing on the other end of the call. All of them stare at her in confusion until she finishes laughing. Once she’s finally calmed down she asks, “ A room full of detectives and that’s the best you come up with?”

Her father frowns, “Marinette, what-”

“Did it not occur to any of you that I’m Ladybug?”

She bursts into laughter at their startled expressions. Hurrying to take a screenshot and making sure to send it to Babs.

She is so going to lord this over them for at least the next few years.

#maribat #my writing #bio dad bruce wayne #mbdbwm2023 #identity shenanigans #pre reveal

[chloepleasestopdying]

25 23 and 13 for choose violence game? :)

ship you've unwillingly come around to?

Honestly I don’t think I really have any for LiS… my ships have been pretty consistent ever since I played the game for the first time. I’d probably have to go with Victoria/Warren only because I read a fic with them as a side couple and it worked surprisingly well. I can’t said I ship it that hard tho

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Anything related to LiS 2. Just literally anything. I’m really tried of complaints about how people should like it more/ the only reason people wouldn’t play it is racism (despite the host of problems people had with it )

worst blorboficiation

Max gets blorboficiation a whole lot, as she ends up either being way softer or way harder than canon. It usually depends on if they think Chloe should be the bad ass or not. I love bad ass Max as much as the next person but she isn’t a time controlling assassin.

But the WORST is by far David. Far too many fics don’t want to get into that mess and just kinda leave him around the edges of their fics and while I understand that (as I do think David is a character can be decent if handled very very carefully) it does get on my nerves when he’s giving Chloe really good Christmas gifts out of the blue or is Chloe’s generic cop step dad.

Wait: and also Joyce. She’s always the suffering sweet southern mom and it bugs the hell out of me that Chloe never gets to make the incredibly valid point that Joyce is dating a dude that literally hits Chloe. Like he does that in canon and no one seems to place much blame on Joyce despite that she completely ignores how bad David is until it affects her own privacy.

#life is strange #listen I love escaping the light as much as the next person #but MAN that fic as some crazy characterizations #I am once again complaining about David and Joyce

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [Labyrinth Ending]

ー The scene starts inside a mysterious chamber

*Rustle*

Laito: ...Uu...

( ...I’m alive...? I could have sworn I died after falling from that cliff... )

( Also...Where am I...? )

Uu...Cough, cough...What is...this stench...?

( The intense, nauseating smell of blood...For starters, I should get up and get a feel of the situaーー )

*Thud* 

Laito: Eh? ...What’s...this...? Ayato-kun? Kanato-kun...? 

( They’re all bleeding...and dead...? Don’t tell me, did they die during the fight over there...? )

( Right! Where is she!? I don’t see her anywhere...! )

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall

Laito: ( I didn’t think I’d find myself back at this Castle...Seems like I safely made it out of that cage. )

( But it doesn’t seem like anyone else’s around. I can’t even smell her... )

Hey, Yui-chan! Where are you!?

Answer me, please!!

( It’s no use, she’s not here either...But everyone came back to this Castle. )

( She must surely be somewhere as well...! )

ー Laito starts running around, looking for Yui

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

Laito: Hey! Where are you!? Show yourself!

( Dammit! I can’t believe she’s not outside either. Are there any places left where I haven’t looked...? )

ー He continues running

Monologue

In what followed,

I found myself running around, looking for her like a madman.

However, no matter where or how long I searched,

she was nowhere to be found.

Every time the worst case scenario flashed through my head,

I desperately tried to shake off those thoughts.

ーー It’ll be okay. She’s alive. 

Repeatedly telling myself so.

I frantically dashed through the Castle,

searching solely for herーー 

ー The scene shifts to the flower garden

Laito: Hey...Where are you...? I’m begging you, show yourself...

ー Laito spots her in the distance

Yui: ...

Laito: ( Eh...? Could that be...? )

Yui: ...

Laito: ( It wasn’t my eyes playing tricks on me! Thank god. She is alive... )

ー Laito walks up to her

Laito: Yui-chan! You’re safe and sound...!

Yui: ...

Laito: ...What’s wrong? Hey? Are you injured? Do you feel sick? 

Why...? Why are you looking at me like that...?

ー Karlheinz arrives to the scene

Karlheinz: ...The love which almost came to fruition between Adam and Eve. Rotted and faded away instead. (1)

Laito: ...!? Why are you here...? You rarely ever show up otherwise. 

Could you get away from her, please? She’s mine.

Karlheinz: Laito. You are no longer qualified to become Adam.

Laito: ...What are you talking about...?

Karlheinz: That place was a space crafted through magic. A cut off World which could not be influenced by outer forces.

By leaving that place, you surpassed space. 

Laito...You let go of Eve’s hand, did you not?

Laito: ...W-Well...Back then...

Karlheinz: When leaving the area, she fell into a crack of space.

She wandered there all alone. In that place where time nor space exist.

While it may have only seemed like a couple of seconds to you, she had to endure several decades of living in solitude. There is no way a human’s mind could endure that.

Laito: Don’t tell me...Her mind broke...?

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...! You know who I am!?

Yui: Hey, why? Why did you...let go of my hand...back then...?

Laito: ...Eh...?

Yui: ...I trusted you...

Karlheinz: When I found her caught in one of the gaps of the space continuum of space, it was already too late.

Can you imagine just how hopeless she felt after the man she loved let go of her?

Her heart no longer lies with you.

Laito: No way...

Yui: ...

Laito: Hey...I care about you more than anyone else, you know?

Didn’t I tell you that I love you more than anything...and that I want to be together...?

Yui: ...

Laito: Please. It doesn’t matter what you say, just speak to me?

Smile at me like you always would...Hey, Yui-chan!

Yui: ...

Laito: Hah...Haha...Excuse me...? You no longer...

( She will no longer...give me her love... )

Karlheinz: You brought this upon yourself. ...Let us go, Eve.

Yui: Yes...Karlheinz-sama.

ー Yui leaves with Karlheinz

Laito: Why are you going with him? Even though we promised to be together forever...

Even though...I still love you...so very deeply...

( If only I hadn’t let go of her hand back then...If I had done everything to prevent getting separated from her... )

Aah...Aaaah!!

*SCENE SHIFT*

Karlheinz: So this is how it ends for Adam and Eve...huh?

Seems like my plan failed once againーー

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) In the original Japanese dialogue, he speaks of a fruit which almost ripened. Since the expression ‘love comes to fruition’ exists in English, I thought this would be a fitting way to translate it. 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #cllaitolabyrinth

[infernalodie]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

“𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵“

Inspo: The Wldlfe - Forgive & Forget

Paring: Madelyn Cline x Male!reader

Summary: Some feelings aren’t easy to forgive and forget.

Warnings: Angsty as fuck.

Words 1813

Madelyn had no intentions of showing up at this concert. Truly, she had expected anything else besides this. It felt more surreal than anything else because she never expected herself to be in this position. The situation was far more complicated than any of her friends could realize. They placed her in a tough spot of flight or fight, yet, her anxiety kept her frozen to this damn couch whilst all her friends laughed and drank. Enjoying the first few days off given to them after a long gruelling few days of filming for Season 2 of Outer Banks.

And here she was, at a concert being performed for her ex-boyfriend. Meanwhile, she had Chase’s arm around her shoulder, unknown to the past she held with the lead singer. But how could he or anyone else? You were a piece of her childhood that she held close to her heart, yet, liked to not think too hard on considering the heartbreak that came with it.

Yet, that still didn’t save her from the simple idea of fate and how it worked in its mysterious ways. Bringing her out to the last night and show of your tour that was coincidentally in Dare County, near where they had been filming for the past few months. As she said, fate had a way of working its magic in frustrating ways.

“Madelyn, you want some?” Rudy asked, holding out a bottle of Whiskey to the girl.

She, of course, forced a smile and shook her head. “No, I’m good for tonight,” she said. “Someone has to be able to drive us home tonight. If Madison, then me.”

Which was correct as the said girl was taking another shot. Hissing at the bitter taste as Johnathan laughed maniacally. God, she wished she could be like them. Just let go and relax, enjoy the night for what it was and not let anything else bother them.

“You okay?” Chase’s question shook her from her thoughts. No, I am not fine, was what she wanted to say. She wanted to scream at him for even suggesting coming to this concert in the first place. Or to just drive back to the hotel with your music blasting from the speakers, and think back on the good times the two of you had together. Not that she wasn’t happy with Chase, but the inevitability of seeing you were bringing up some buried feelings that she had long left behind.

But she disbanded from those needless thoughts and smiled softly. “Of course. Just excited.” Lies. Fuck, she was lying through her teeth.

Chase smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips, which she reciprocated reluctantly. The moment cutting short when a set of yells could be heard. Turning to find you grinning widely, grabbing Madison by the waist and lifting her over your shoulder. Not that the action was surprising considering supposedly, the two of you had been texting quite a bit before she ever got the role for Outer Banks.

“How is my favourite girl doing?” You laughed as your bandmates greeted the other with smiles and handshakes.

“Better if you put her down,” Madison grumbled, clearly feeling sick from the sudden movements.

“Oh, shit, my bad.” You placed her down but still pulled her into a hug. “How’s filming been? How’s the girlfriend?”

“She’s good and it’s been good,” Madison answered, softly pulling from the hug. “We got some time off from work, so we decided to come by and support.”

And then she did the worst thing imaginable, she turned to Madelyn and waved her over. “Mady, come say hi!”

That single nickname, one you had come up with when you were just kids, shook you to your core. You had expected to see Madison, Rudy, maybe even Drew, but you didn’t expect to see Madelyn. Not to mention her boyfriend, a guy you felt inferior to in so many ways, Chase. It wasn’t like you hated the guy or anything, he was just everything you weren’t. You were just some indie Pop singer with scraggly hair and way too many tattoos to count. If Pogues were real, you would match the description.

“Hey, man,” Chase smiled, approaching over with his arm wrapped around Madelyn. She didn’t meet your gaze, something you didn’t hold against her since you couldn’t do the same. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Love your guys’ songs.”

“Thanks, man. That mean’s a lot. Love the show, by the way. John B is my second favourite character.”

“Whose your first?” Madison inquired.

You pursed your lips, nodding to Madelyn.  “Sarah Cameron.”

The mere mention of her character had the girl lifting her gaze to you. Something she never thought she would ever think she would do again. And what she expected was for you to pull her into a hug, and ask her about her parents. But you didn’t do that.

Instead, you played a soft smile on your lips as you extended a hand out for her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You were going to act like you two have never met? Okay, perhaps Madelyn can work with this. No matter how odd it made her feel. “Nice to meet you too,” she said, taking your hand and shaking it. Your hands were still as soft as she remembered when they touched her bare torso. “Chase loves all your songs, truly. I can’t go a day without hearing one of them.”

“Well, the love is always appreciated,” you laughed softly. “Glad someone is enjoying the music.”

“Yo, Y/n.” Your drummer called out, the other cast mates to the Outer Banks walking past him and towards backstage. “Game time, brother.”

You nodded, turning to the trio and jutting a thumb over your shoulder. “Guess it's show time. C’mon.”

Chase and Madison went first as you walked by Madelyn’s side. The intent to speak to her came to mind, yet you found no right words to speak to her with. There were a million things you wanted to say to her, but being that chance only left you dumbly opening and closing your mouth. Trying to formulate a question or just a word to be given to her.

And by the time you had decided to try and say something, timing got the best of you and the two of you were already backstage with the others. Your bassist handing you a mic and an earpiece that you put in. But your gaze kept flickering to Madelyn, who had her arms crossed over her chest. Clearly uncomfortable being around you after the very sorrowful memories that had occurred all those years ago. A simple breakup, but one of the worst that either of you had experienced.

By one last act of kindness and love, you shrugged off your jacket and handed it to her. Madelyn looked between the article, and then you. Contemplating the decision before she reluctantly pulled it on, instantly being engulfed in your warmth and scent. Biting her bottom lip when she was suffocated by the mahogany scent that the fabric absorbed. And before she could even say anything, you were already walking out on stage with a forced smile.

“North Carolina! Who’s ready for a night of paradise?”

For a good hour, she stayed backstage watching you perform. Hearing her friends scream the lyrics to your songs as she stood and just watched. Able to see that the fame hadn’t done a single thing to who you had been when you were in Highschool. Still able to throw a joke in between songs, even making Madelyn laugh at a few. You still performed the same as you did at the school talent shows and your voice was still as relaxing as it was in Highschool. Allowing her to momentarily forget about the fact that you were indeed her ex and she was seeing you after far too many years.

Coming to the final song of the night, you had pulled your shirt over your head. Revealing your tattooed torso, muscles hidden beneath, which the crowd screamed at. A grin formed on your lips as you walked to the small landing that your drummer was set up on and grabbed your Budlight. The sight alone was enough for even Madelyn to stare in awe. She remembered you to being this skinny kid with a love for music. But now, you were the same kid but different as well, if that made any sense.

“Alright, alright.” You waved your hand as you sat down on the edge of the stage, sipping from your beer. “This last song is about I girl I used to know. Love ya, M.”

All the lights on stage shut off with the crowd screaming in excitement. Their one last high hoe before their adventure through paradise was over. Madelyn, on the other hand, was still in a state of shock from the familiar nickname. Not given enough time to think about it too much longer as she heard your semi-robotic voice fill the night air.

“It’s becoming habitual. I’m caught inside a ritual. Of sinking all of my teeth into something I can’t get out.”

The light above you turned on, only shining above you. Still sitting on the edge of the stage, you shook your head. “I always thought that we'd stay the same. But now we're just in a picture frame. With everything that I thought I'd say still living inside my mouth. And I'm not sure how to let it all out.”

It didn’t take much for Madelyn to realize the intention or even the message of the song. If she had been honest, she hadn’t heard any of your songs. She heard you made it big, and of course, she was proud of you, but she couldn’t bring herself to hear your voice again. So, although this was the first time she was hearing this, she could already tell this was a personal goodbye/love letter to her.

“Cause you know I'm gonna fall apart when I'm driving back home. Cause all we used to be is now buried in snow. And I wish that I was better at letting things go. And even though it weighs heavy onto my chest. I know that there's somebody that I haven't met. So keep breaking my heart I know it's for the best. I wish that I could hate you. I know that I can't. Forgivе and forget now.”

Your drummer hit the same drum repeatedly until it all went silent for a single second before the crowd screamed. Your head hung low as you gave one last brave, broken smile until you finally walked off stage. Right past a tearful Madelyn, who watched you leave. Left with these pieces of your heart that she couldn’t ever hope to assemble with you.

#madelyn cline fanfiction #madelyn cline imagine #madelyn cline angst #x male!reader #madelyn cline x male!reader #madelyn cline x reader #x male reader #madelyn cline #madelyn cline x male reader #madelyn cline x you

[oneeyedoctogod]

It’s been once month since you’re gone. Dead. Reduced to nothing but ashes and memories.

Grieving is weird.

For so long, I expected the breakdown. I was waiting for it, wary, both because of the way grief is portrayed in media and because of my own history.

It’s like when you’re outside in the winter. You feel the cold creeping in, seeping into your clothes, your fingers, your nose, your ears, your lungs. And it’s bearable at first; There’s some sun around you, protecting you. Not much wind. And you have your clothes, keeping you warm.

I felt almost okay, like I could go on. I felt strong and thought oh, this isn’t so bad? Maybe I can keep going. Maybe I’m weird in that way too and I’ll cope better than I thought.

It comes all the same. The sun goes down and night replaces it; your clothes can’t protect all of you; the wind picks up.

And I realized, ah, I’m standing on a lake covered in ice, and the ice is creaking and breaking and soon enough, I will fall in the lake and then nothing will protect me anymore.

(Is it still drowning if you’re the one holding your breath?)

I’m so tired. It’s that kind of tired that’s like a blanket over your brain, your head, your every single thought.

It whispers at night, my brain.

It lies and cajoles and tells me: are you even worth it? Why are you still here when your dad isn’t? Why did it take him and not you? Why are you still here?

Is it really worth it, to keep going?

I know those thoughts, I’ve had them on and off for, gods, 17 years by now. I can fight them off, for now. Took two pills to keep the breakdown at bay and another to sleep at night.

Two months ago, I was thinking boy am I glad to have survived. I wish so fucking hard it was still true. In my best moments, I know it is. I know my brain is lying, that the intrusive thoughts, and the self-harm and the suicidal ideation, that all of that is because I’m sick and grieving and that it’s going to get better. It did, once, twice, again and again and again.

(What’s that tumblr post again? Hope isn’t nice, it’s getting up again, blood on her knuckles, spitting out a tooth and getting ready for another round? Something like that. I don’t know how true it is, but I sure am bleeding for it.)

But I still look at my arms and want to (did) carve them up, I want to take a shard of glass and slit my throat, I want to go the train station or to the highest building in town, or a bridge or wherever else and jump. I want to swallow all my pills in one go and never wake up again. I want to slap myself and tear out my hair and — I want it all to stop. The pain, the grief, my whole goddamn existence.

I’m so tired.

You know what the worst part of it all is? It’s not the guilt, though that’s fairly high on the list too — that terrible, terrible guilt that’s eating at me because here fucking we go again, I’m going to worry all my loved ones, I’m going to be a burden again, I should just keep smiling and pretending everything is alright even if it’s not because at some point, any point, it’s going to become too much. I’m going to become too much.

(I remember my mother at twelve years old, telling me can’t you smile for once? Yet the guilt isn’t the worst part.

The worst part is that I can’t talk to you about it. I can’t call you or message you. I can’t tell you: “hey my therapist asked me how I felt about going back on meds again.” “hey I wonder if I’ll be hospitalized again and for how long this time.” “hey will I ever be okay?”

(I was right when I said mom would be back to her usual shenanigans) (I wish you were still here so I could bitch to you about it; I’m sure you would have a lot of things to say about her behavior) (I’m still shaking with rage, I want to scream so bad, I want to cut all contact with her and never have to see her again and I can’t and it kills me) (I remember you telling me that once, in a fit of rage, she broke your favorite camera. An expensive one and that you held dear.) (If I tell her what I think of her, what’s to stop her from doing the same to the rest of your stuff? What’s to stop her from leaving me to deal with everything alone? I depend on her so much, I need her and I hate, hate, hate, hate it)

It’s been a month and even if I know you’d hate it, I still wish death had taken me instead of you. I’m sorry.

But that’s easy to say. And you wouldn’t want that. So I keep seeing friends and talking and taking the meds and seeing a thousand doctors and maybe I’ll have to go back to the hospital but whatever it takes. You would want me to live so that’s what I’m going to do. One painful step at a time.

Two months ago I thought boy, am I glad to have survived.

So let’s try to get to that again.

#my writing #death tw #self-harm tw #suicide mention

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

your eyes widen, “aww ji-eun is sick? my poor baby” you coo while rubbing your swollen belly and just before you can go check on her jungkook reveals to you that you can’t go see her.

“excuse me? what do you mean i can’t go see her? are they forgetting this isn’t my first rodeo with a virus? remember when jawon got the flu? guess who was there? i was! if it’s a small viral infection why can’t i—“

you’re sure jungkook understands where you’re coming from. you take being a mother to all seven and soon eight, of your children very seriously. when all of your kids had small colds and scratchy throats, you were there with medicines and vitamins to help them feel better. you even got sick because of them plenty of times but that’s what makes you a mother.

but, jungkook cuts your rambling off to question you about a ‘minjun,’ how he’s your best friend, and how this information came from ayra. the same girl that just told her father that she wants three more sisters, like hell you’re giving her that but when you look at the man in front of you, she just might get four more.

“jungkook, what are you talking about?” you laugh and judging from his pout and mini tantrum, he resembles ae-cha and ji-eun so much, especially when ae-cha was younger. your polite teenage daughter who definitely puts the ‘p’ in princess.

“ohhh, minjun! that’s a family friend. it’s been so long since i’ve seen him” you think aloud “remember when i took the kids back to gaegyeong? i introduced him to jinseoul and ae-cha and he looks after them when they go up there from time to time. he’s known me since i was just a little toddler…him and my mother were really close before…before she died”

now that you think about it, you don’t talk about your mother as much as you used to. back then, being with your mother was all you cared about and when your father got killed, it cut deep because you were all alone. you used to feel so guilty about having feelings for jungkook but look at you now? you’re happier than ever, blessed with an empire of children, and head over heels for your husband. you’re happy everything worked out in the end even if it is a bit taboo.

you sigh “you are my everything, hun. you’re my lover, my husband, all of that” you lean over and press a kiss on jungkook’s cheek.

“i don’t know about you being my best friend though…” you tease “he’s known me since forever. he might love me a little more than you do”

~🫧

You’re an evil evil person. Jungkook doesn’t feel better at all with your reassurance because he’s not even sure if you are reassuring him or making his blood pressure rise.

What do you mean that he loves you more than the father of your children? Jungkook gives you side eye because your kiss has no effect. “what the fuck do you mean that he loves you more than me no one can love you more than me and that’s a fact.” He shakes his head. “Yn… you’re an evil person because of you i am remembering my childhood friend.”

It is his turn to return the favor. Jungkook laughs to himself internally because your reaction is going to be so amazing. And what he’s about to say, it’s not really a lie that he’s made up.

But a few little details just might be.

“I.. you have a friend too you know… she was the girl with the hazel eyes and brown hair. I lied about her being a consort because I was just teasing you then but now that you’ve made me remember her I couldn’t remember her name that day… her name is..” sadly he sighs, “Park Yeonjin.” he smiles.

“she was my best friend when I was 11 to 15 years old… Her brother used to be my friend, but then we became friends, because.. she was annoying, but she knew how to handle someone like me because I had the worst temper as a teenager”

Oh, does it hurt? It does hurt doesn’t it?

“but then we drifted apart because I had my duties and… I wonder what she is doing now.. I’m kind of missing her now” he pouts.

“she was one of the first women to not treat me like I was special.. we had good times..” he looks at you, biting the inside of his cheek.

“just like I’m sure you had with your dear minjun.”

He feels so sick just even saying his name.

#ask: tc!jungkook

[ask-chef-teruteru]

i have generalized anxiety disorder and most times it’s really hard to believe the things people tell me. typically when im doubting things and people reassure me. do you have any advice? i try to stay optimistic,

“My apologies, hon, I just wanna be on the same page here— do y’all mean doubtin’ things in terms o’ self doubts, or somethin’ else? Is there somethin’ specific y’all tend t’ need reassurances on?

I ain’t no expert, I don’t got a formal diagnosis or nothin’ like that, but it’s fair to say I struggle a lil’ bit with anxiety sometimes too, so I s’pose I can tell y’all some things that work for me?

Used to be worse when I was younger— ‘fore I won a few competitions, got my ultimate title— back when the diner was strugglin’ financially n’ it felt like everything was goin’ wrong all the time all at once. Would get myself all in a tizzy, would start off worryin’ over one lil’ thing that’d snowball into another thing n’ another n’ another ‘til pretty soon I was a mess n’ needed help calmin’ down.

'I wasn’t feelin’ too confident on that last dish, it didn’t look as pretty as it did last time I made it. What if it didn’t look right cause I made it wrong? What if it was burnt or I forgot an ingredient or it was underdone? What if the person who ordered it’s a renowned critic n’ I blew our chances o’ ever doin’ any better? What if that critic doesn’t like the food cause I screwed up and writes an awful review and nobody ever comes back? How will we live? The diner’ll go under if we don’t get no customers, we won’t have no money to live, Mama won’t have no more money for medicine, what if Mama gets worse? What if we lose the diner’n that stress gets t’be too much for her? What if she hates me for it? It would be all my fault!'

I’m panickin’ picturin’ myself livin’ on the street n’ Mama in an early grave n’ hatin’ me with her last breath, n’ ain’t nothin’ ever even happened, mind you. Weren’t no complaints ‘bout the food, opposite in fact, n’ me worryin’ myself sick didn’t do no good.

O’course sometimes things do happen that don’t go good, but anxiety makes mountains o’ mole hills. Situations where y’all got the time to worry ‘bout somethin’ bad happenin’ ain’t usually gonna end with the worst possible outcome. Really though, even the times when it feels like things couldn’t get no worse, life still goes on. Always sounds like an eye roller of a thing t’ say, but it’s true. If ya screw something up for real n’ it ain’t all just nerves, things won’t always be just as bleak’s they feel at that exact moment. It’s hard to get outta your own head, but y’all really gotta try to take a step back, try to rationalize, think about it from somebody else’s perspective.

Next time you’re feelin’ anxious ‘bout somethin’ y’all did, try thinkin’ ‘bout how you’d feel if somebody else had done it. If Mama’d made a dish that weren’t good n’ we got a bad review from somebody important n’ it meant financial ruin, I still wouldn’t have started hatin’ her or worryin’ ‘bout how to go on— it woulda just been a bad thing that happened that we’d learn t’ live with, y’know?

Ya gotta not be your own worst critic n’ gotta not assume people’re just tellin’ y’all sweet lies when they’re try’na reassure y’all. A lot o’ things you’re anxious about aren’t gonna cross other people’s minds ever again. That time y’all answered a question wrong n’ only realized it once the person walked off n’ there was no good opportunity to correct yourself? Moment’s passed, that person would probably just go 'oh okay' if y’all told them later. Ever waved at somebody cause you thought they was wavin’ at you but they were actually wavin’ at somebody behind you? Now that person just thinks you’re friendly cause you’d wave back if they waved at ‘em first.”

“I feel like I’ve gone on a while now and I don’t actually know how on the mark I am with any o’ that, so please don’t hesitate to talk to me again n’ follow up if I weren’t helpful, so I s’pose I’ll leave it at that for now. I hope I’ll hear from y’all soon!”

#asks #velveeta mac #anxiety really is a cruel mistress #some days things are just gonna spiral n it’s hard to claw out of it #but sometimes you’ll catch it early n go wait maybe this is in fact my anxiety talkin n I ought not listen no more

[hayley566]

Looking at Starlight hate comments in retrospect

Warning: The following involves a grown human talking about her past experiences with a little kids cartoon and a fictional horse. Also, there will be ranting about a very popular character, Discord, and if he is your comfort character, you may want to skip this.

You know, going back to MLP, I remembered some of the old starlight hate comments from the past and couldn't help but laugh. Some of them were so not well thought out that re-reading them is kind of funny.

Here's an example. I saw reviews or posts hating on Starlight for throwing out the rule book in the season 8 premiere. One of them saying "But Chancellor Neighsay was right about it being too dangerous! Starlight is the one in the wrong for telling Twilight not to give up!"

Translation: "I hate Starlight so much that I'm going to side with an abviously racist and awful person that wants to keep schools segragated! I'm totally cheering for the right side and think the episode should've ended with Twilight listening to the racist guy and giving up!"

Or when Starlight banished Discord from the school after endangering the students several times in "matter of principals", I remember seeing the comment: "All Discord did was midly insult her and she blasted him away!"

Like...that is some impressive mental gymnastics, my friend. You should get a gold medal for that. Throughout the episode, Discord nearly killed the students several times AND sent the mane 6 on a fake mission just because he was "lonely". Starlight banishing him from the school grounds is probably the least extreme thing she could've done.

This becomes even funnier when you compare what Discord has done since his "reformation", compared to Starlight. I saw haters wanting to crucify Starlight for using magic on her friends and selling Trixie's wagon once but let's see what Discord has done:

1.) Lied about the seeds he planted in the season 4 premiere and endangered everyone, even eating the book pages that could've help them just because he's "lol random"

2.) Betrayed all of Equestria to help feed Tirek in exchange for being able to be a dick all the time with no consequence.

3.) Faked sick to ruin Cadence and Twilight's day, almost getting them killed in the process because "he just wanted attention uwu".

4.) Tried to destroy the Gala AND send Treehugger to an unknown dimension because he was being over possessive of Fluttershy.

5.) Only hung out with the rest of the mane 6 minus Twilight, just so he could brag about it to Twilight and make her feel like shit for spending one day by herself.

6.) Freed several dangerous criminals, even reviving one from the dead, and nearly destroying all of Equestria AGAIN because...he wanted to teach Twilight a lesson....what!?

I bring this up because I remember some of the more self-righteous of these critics(ones that will say you’re an abuse apologist or fascist sympatherizer for liking a fictional horse) would go on about how they care about “justice” and how the show redeeming Starlight will teach kids that you can be an evil person and etc. 

A lot of these people talk about how Starlight should've never gotten a second chance and is the most awful and irredeemable being in existence but say nothing about Discord when this shit happens. Starlight freed the Changelings from a tyrannical ruler, helped to de-segregate a school and has actually done genuine good for Equestria. Discord as a villain was actually less harmful than he was when he got "reformed".

It's actually comical seeing how they would side with far worse characters just because they weren't Starlight. Why? because her backstory was weak. That's it.

Most of them had zero issue with Starlight as a villain but one weak backstory made her absolutely the worst thing ever. Even worse than Cozy Glow, an evil little demon. Even worse than Chrysalis, someone who had her subjects use an insufficent wasy to keep surviving(feeding on love) just to keep herself in power. Even worse than Discord, a "reformed" character that nearly kills at least one person ever episode he's in.

All because.......a badly told backstory. They were all hypercritical to the point of it being hilarious and I can't believe I let some of these people make me feel lesser just for liking a fictional pony

Quick Addendum because I didn’t know where else to put this: I was actually blocked by someone because I said I liked Starlight. The user was doing a QnA about mlp stuff and I asked what headcanons they had about Starlight. The responded with “She’s my discomfort character!” and then blocked me right there.

There was also one person on DA that called me a “troglodyte with the brain of a gnat” for liking Starlight and after I blocked them, they kept making alt. accounts just to harass me because they were just “stating the facts that my waifu was trash”.

Also, while looking at MLP next gen posts and AUs, I ended up finding ones that portrayed Starlight as an abusive parent just because the creator of said AU hated her and it triggered my own past trauma from having an abusive parent. This happened twice btw. Which isn’t a lot but it’s still weird that it happened more than once. 

The point I’m trying to make is, never let someone feel awful over liking a fictional character. It says a lot more about them than it does about you. Hopefully, G5 won’t have as extreme fans. It helped me to look back at this and laugh and I hope it’ll help you.

#starlight glimmer #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #rant

[paandaan]

“But she doesn’t count and you know it.” Winston took the lighter off the coffee table and lit his cigarette.

“She’s got to count a hell of a lot if you’re marrying her.” David looked out the living-room window with his hands wedged deeply into his jeans pockets.

“Why?” Winston blew the smoke noisily between his tight jaws. “She wanted a husband—I needed a wife. It’s straight out of a soap opera. And they lived happily ever after until the next floor-wax commercial.”

David shook his head slowly. “If that’s your attitude, then I feel sorry for that girl. She’s got some life waiting for her.”

“What other attitude am I supposed to have?” He savagely crushed the freshly lit cigarette into the tray. “I didn’t want this—they did. And I’d think you’d save a little of that pity you’re so generous with for me. What kind of life am I gonna have, goddammit!”

“It’s the kind you want, Winston.”

“That’s a lie."

[...]

“Then if it’s a lie, son, I guess you’ll be thinking about marriage soon.” Mr. Alcott narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and he tapped the envelope in his hand gently on the top of his desk. “I assume you’re seeing someone now. A young man with your looks and future must be beating them off with a stick.” He smiled slowly.

“Sure, I date a lot.” Winston’s throat was dry. “But I don’t see any need to rush into something serious. For God’s sake, I’m only thirty, Dad.”

“Well, I’d already had two children by the time I was your age.” He continued to stare at his son.

“The world’s a lot different now.” Winston hated the tone creeping into his voice; it was too defensive. And in spite of the air-conditioning in the office, he felt himself sweating. “Some men aren’t settling down until their forties. I figured once I’m thirty-five or so I’d start thinking about it. By then my career should be—”

“By then …” Mr. Alcott’s voice suddenly shed its soft covering. “You might not have a career. Whoever sent me this letter threatened to send one to the senior partner in your firm. And they said that the next one would be accompanied by pictures.”

“Pictures of what?” Winston leaned forward in his chair. “Of me having lunch with David? Of us walking down the street or sailing out at the lake? Those are the only type of pictures that anyone could have. And they can send them to be printed up in the damn newspaper for all I care.” He was horrified because he couldn’t control the rising hysteria in his voice. “Or maybe that sick creep will clip out the picture from our college yearbook, where David has his arm across my shoulder at graduation—yeah, that’s certainly hard-core evidence to condemn me with.”

“It just might be.” Mr. Alcott frowned at the envelope in his hand. “Remember who you are and where you are. A law firm like Farragut and Conway would kick you out tomorrow if you sneezed wrong. So do you think a black man can afford to have these types of rumors hanging over his head?”

“I’m telling you, they’re a lot of filthy lies.” Winston was trembling visibly. “But if you want to believe them, go ahead.”

“Lies or not”—Mr. Alcott came from around the desk and put his hand on Winston’s shoulder—“filthy or not”—he squeezed the narrow back—“they’ll make you hang for it, son. I didn’t invent this world, Winston. But I broke my ass so you and your brother could have it a lot easier than I did. And you’ve done me proud. Your life’s barely begun and you’re already living in Linden Hills. I could never dream of that when I was your age. Sure, worse comes to worst, you could come here and work for me. But in ten years, twenty years, would you be happy as a lousy insurance broker? You’re brilliant, boy. Don’t throw away a chance to be a corporate lawyer with a firm like that because of … well, because you’re young and can’t really see what it might mean later. And since you say you’re planning to think about marriage, now is as good a time as any, isn’t it?”

There was a long silence.

“Well, isn’t it?” Mr. Alcott repeated himself, but Winston knew it was no longer an open question. It was a final challenge to confirm or deny that letter.

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Good.” Mr. Alcott patted his back. “No one’s asking you to rush out and marry the first woman you see outside today. But mull it over and I think, with all things considered, you’ll realize that it’s the kind of life you want, Winston.”

[...]

“If it’s not the life you really want”—David turned away from the living-room window—“remember, I offered you another.” And his round, brown eyes melted slowly into his words. They melted for Winston like the mist on his steamed bathroom mirror as he stood before it clean and wet with the memory of the hot, beaded water still caressing his back and shoulders. And him reaching out with his hand to clear it away—first from the face that stared back so like his own. The firm even jaw, the damp wiry beard that could be traced down into the chest if he were careful and gentle enough to move aside the stray hairs that grew into the smooth plane of the neck. The mist sliding down the neck toward the chest under his slowly circling hand, revealing the silvery image of his waist, his hips, his lean and woven thighs. The wetness slipping across the sweating glass over the fine down on the testicles and collecting there like crystal welts. Palm following palm, breath meeting breath through the blurred mirror—complete.

Winston tore his eyes from David’s face and they followed his voice into his hands. “I can’t live with you. Not in Linden Hills. That would be suicide, and you know it.”

“There are other places to live.”

“Not like this—and my future is here. My career …”

“Fine!” David threw up his hands. “I don’t need a thousand replays of that tune—I’ve heard it all before. I understand where you’re coming from, believe me. And all this new development means is that you’ve chosen to live without me. It’s really sort of simple, isn’t it?”

Winston looked up at him with narrowing eyes. “Why are you doing this to me? We’ve been through so much together. Why do you want to try and hurt me now? You know she can’t touch what we have between us. If you really understood, you wouldn’t be standing there trying to make me choose when there’s really no choice about it.”

“For Christ’s sake!” David’s fist came down on the windowsill. “No one is making you do anything. You have chosen, brother. So just act like a man and admit it. Have enough backbone for once in your life to accept responsibility for what you really want. Not your father, not your law firm—you, Winston. Because I’m man enough to know what I want. And it’s not playing second fiddle in anybody’s life.”

“So because I have to do this, you’re telling me that it’s over.”

“That’s right.”

“I don’t believe you.” Winston shook his head. “I don’t believe that you can turn your back on eight years just like that. People don’t give up friends that way.”

“Sure, we can still be friends. And as your best friend, I’m standing up with you as your best man next week, aren’t I? It would look sort of strange if I didn’t. But that’s not what we’re talking about now, so don’t play games with me.”

Winston looked down into his hands again. No, that’s not what they were talking about. And they weren’t even talking about remaining lovers; they had moved beyond that years ago. Because when two people still held on like he and David, after all the illusions had died, and accepted the other’s lacks and ugliness and irritating rhythms—when they had known the joys of a communion that far outstripped the flesh—they could hardly just be lovers. No, this man gave him his center, but the world had given him no words—and ultimately no way—with which to cherish that. He smiled bitterly and looked up. “Don’t you see what I’m up against? How am I going to live with you when they haven’t even made up the right words for what we are to each other?”

“Oh, they’ve made up plenty of words and you can read them on any public bathroom wall. And that’s what you can’t face. You want the world to turn inside out and make up a nice, neat title that you can put on your desk. And that’s not about to happen. You can’t handle anything less than that because you’re a made man, Winston. They made you a good son, a promising young lawyer, and now they’ve made you ashamed of what you are. You can go ahead and run from it. But don’t expect me to run with you.”

“I’m not running from anything.” Winston forced his voice through his closing throat. “I’ve accepted that I can’t live without you. And I’ve been trying to tell you that all afternoon in every way I can. Do you want to make me beg now, is that it?”

David sighed and went over to the couch and lifted Winston’s face gently. “The only thing I want you to do is finally to try and start making yourself. Make yourself happy with that girl—please, do that.” He took his hand away. “Because she’s all you’ve got now.”

Winston’s face slowly crumbled and he reached for a cigarette, but his hands were trembling so badly he brought them back to his lap ashamed.

David watched him with a sharp tenderness in his stomach, and before he could stop the words, they burst out of his mouth. “But you remember, I was willing to do anything for you.”

Winston’s smile was almost cruel. “You can’t walk into Sinai Baptist next week and marry me.”

David pressed his lips together as if he’d been slapped.

“Right.” He nodded his head slowly. “You got me there. And since I can’t be your wife, I won’t be your whore.”

Linden Hills, Gloria Naylor

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Cries of the Sea: Chapter 5

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This Au comes from @vobomon on Tumblr. I got permission from them to use this au. The post that they made about it that inspired me is here.

"What a shame. Out of all the Grimwalkers, you looked the most like him. Though considering what you are." Belos said dismissively. Tears appeared in Hunter's eyes. He couldn't believe what had happened and what is happening. 

"What?" Hunter asked in horror. Then the floor began to try to swallow Hunter.

"Hunter!" The human cried. She took off her jacket and threw it at Hunter. He caught it and tried to use it to prevent the sinking but it seemed to do nothing. "No, no, no. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay. Just hang on!" Hunter tried he really did but the strength of the ground kept dragging him down. "Just." 

With that Hunter was completely swallowed by the ground. The Human's jacket came with him. He was surrounded by black as he continued to fall further and further into his unc... the Emperor's mind.

"I was really expecting him to last longer than the others." The muffled voice of Belos said 

"I'm gonna tell everyone about the Day of Unity, that you've been lying about the Titan for years!" Luz's muffled voice cried

"Yes, this has gone on longer than I'd have liked. But no one ever said being a witch hunter was easy." Belos said

Witch Hunter

Hunter

Hunter felt complete and utterly sick. Belos was a witch hunter. Someone that was hunting witches to kill them apparently. And Hunter had helped him. The good Golden Guard that does exactly what Belos asked with no questions asked. Titan, his very name is a sick and twisted joke. His very name is tied to Belos's sick goal.

He wanted to be sick. His entire life was an entire lie. He was never chosen by the Titan. He was just a pond in Belos's sick twisted game. Hunter thought back to all the horrible deeds that he had done for Belos. How he did all of those things telling himself that he was doing it for the right reason.

Hunter pulled Luz's jacket closer to himself. Hunter gasped in shock.

Luz!

"No, no, no. You're Belos! You're just Belos!" Luz exclaimed in horror.

Wait, what?

"Please, do me a kindness and call me by my real name," Belos said

"I...can't," Luz muttered. Hunter could barely hear her. She sounded so broken.

What was going on? He knew he was missing out on something. 

"You're Philip Wittebane, aren't you?" Memory Luz said. 

Philip Wittebane... Belos was Philip Wittebane. Why did he change his name? Why did Luz know him before he was Belos. That would be over 50 years ago at the soonest. Maybe humans age differently than witches.

Hunter heard static. It reminded him of the human's human animal box magic thingy. He could barely make out the Owl Ladies voice. What she was saying he couldn't quite make out.

"It does feel good to hear another human say that name. I had to change it when Philip was run out of too many towns." Bel...Philip? said. Hunter couldn't help but be shocked.

Another human.

Belos was actually human! Not to mention that he had been run out of towns. He was never that beneficial helper that he claimed to be. Earlier witches had seen it but Belos had manipulated everyone. How many other lies had Hunter been told by that wit...man?

"And what about Hunter?" Luz demanded. Hunter didn't know how he felt about her asking about him. He felt relief and also an annoyance. She was the one in danger not him. "What's a Grimwalker?" 

"He's a changeling," Belos explained. "But thanks to you I'll have to make another one." What's a changeling, Hunter wondered. 

Make another one.

He was going to be replaced. His worst fear was going to happen. He was after all dragged down to the subconscious. More Eda static entered the air.

"But why? Why go through all of this?" Luz demanded. She was in trouble. She was questioning him.

Hunter noticed that papers were all around him. He grabbed one of the papers and it activated. It created a ball of light. 

"I'll do anything to save humanity from evil," Belos said

"No," Luz said. More Eda static sounded.

Hunter realized that the human's glyphs are in the pockets of the jacket. He looked at them with the light glyphs. 

"You're evil." Luz snarled.

He recognized both the fire and ice glyphs from when they created the sleeping fog. He kept the ice one. He then grabbed one that he has never seen before.

"Can't reason with crazy," Belos said. Hunter activated the two glyphs. A wall made of ice and vines began to rise from the paper. Hunter grabbed it and allowed it to bring him back to the main part of Belos's mind. 

~~~

Hunter ran through the forest. He couldn't breathe. After everything that he learned he can't. He can't.

His entire life had been nothing but a lie. He was created by Belos to be this perfect soldier. Only he wasn't. He had let Luz run off with the palisman. He has a palisman. He had disobeyed orders and went to Eclipse Lake. He had rebelled against Darius to protect a Flyer Derby team. 

He was just a failed experiment. He was just like the escaped basilisks. 

Was his curse really real or was it a side effect of being a Grimwalker or Changling? Whatever those are. 

There were so many questions and lies that Hunter couldn't even begin to comprehend. Not that it mattered now. He goes back or tries to get answers Belos will kill him. 

Despite that, a major part of him wanted nothing more than to return to the castle. It was as if there was some sort of pull trying to get him to return to the castle, and really, where else did he have to go. He was a criminal now likely going to be hunted down by every Coven Scout.

Where could he go?

Hunter then saw a building that he was familiar with. It was Hexside. He finally allowed himself to stop running.

He had never been inside the very building but Belos, if Darius keeps his word (unlikely now), didn't know he had ever been there. Not to mention it would be unlikely that Belos would send scouts into a school. Especially cause he has to still think about his public image. Though he could be caught by a student or administrator. Though there could be the chance that they wouldn't realize he is...was the Golden Guard.

Hunter made up his mind and headed toward the school.

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