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The Byers-Harrington Story

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Byers! Female Reader

Genre: follows the shows plot lines, but will have moments that it diverges canon.

Warnings: some cussing, there is two slurs at the very beginning (i used show dialog, i used a different word in place of f**), Lonnie being a deadbeat. should be it.

WC: 3.6K (the most I’ve ever written)

Summary: Will Byers has gone missing, so of course his family is worried and looking for him. Now what happens when one unsuspecting Byers family member gets pulled into this dungeons and dragons mystery along with an old middle school crush? Romance hopefully.

A/N: this is a female reader, i do use she/her pronouns. I’m sorry I’ll try and get better with my writing and making sure i don’t use female pronouns too much so everyone could feel as included as possible. also if you reblog this story let me know if theres anything you would like to see in future installments. I’m going to try and start writing part two hopefully this week. I also have work coming up soon so it will be a bit harder to get more installments done, but I’m trying. I’m gonna try and get season one parts done hopefully by the end of august. also yes there will be parts that are mostly focusing on the byers because this is a byers read so of course they are going to be worried about their family and stuff.

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The day your little brother went missing was when your world was thrown around like the inside of a tornado; everything was off balance, thrown around, and a disaster.

One major thing was being thrown into the strong, charming, and handsome gravitational pull of one Steve Harrington.

Oh, also monsters, a girl with telepathic powers, government conspiracies, and an alternative dimension called ‘the upside down’; but all those things become crazier later as time moves.

Your little brother Will Byers had gone missing for about 10 hours. He was only 12 years old, a tiny boy compared to many others in his grade. It’s the fall moving into winter time meaning it gets colder at night, meaning he shouldn’t be running around in the woods or something.

Your mom and you went to Chief Hopper and asked if he could help look into Will’s sudden disappearance and started to question if your dad might know anything. The thought of Will going to see your dad made you laugh inside, but you only showed your disdain for that thought with a light scoff.

“No, Lonnie wouldn’t know anything about where Will is,” your mom spoke to the Chief.

“He’s a deadbeat and doesn’t care about any of us, especially Will. Always calling him names like queer and fairy,” you spoke out.

The Chief and Joyce both turned to look at you when you spoke almost like they forgot you were in the room. Joyce just placed one of her hands on your thigh that was closest to her and rubbed her thumb back and forth while her other hand held a lit cigarette.You noticed that the Chief was still looking at you, his gaze made you shrink in on yourself a bit, remembering that you spoke out in front of adults.

“Are you saying that this could be a hate crime of some sort?”

“What?”

“Well, she said that Lonnie called him names and you said he was getting bullied at school,” the Chief replied to the both of you.

“Look Hop, I don’t know, all I know is that my baby boy is somewhere out there all by himself probably scared to death,” Joyce firmly replied.

The Chief, Hopper, leaned his elbows onto his wood desk and ran his hands over his face, stroking his beard. You could see his eyes moving back and forth between you and Joyce, watching the both of you, probably analyzing your emotions that were displayed openly to the world on your faces.

He sighed out after about a minute of silence and everyone’s breathing, “okay I’ll see what I can find.”

You both just sighed out then left the office, leaving the station and heading home. Neither you nor Jonathan wanted to go to school today, the three of you decided to search the woods surrounding your home and make a missing person poster.

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The following day Chief Hopper stopped by the house early in the morning wanting to talk with your mom again, still wanting to follow the Lonnie lead, even though all three of you knew it was a waste of time.

Jonathan made the three of you breakfast which consisted of eggs and toast, which is the usual most days. Joyce was smoking again, something the three of you (you, Jonathan, and Will) wish she would stop, but it’s a nervous habit of hers.

“What? No, be careful of the poster.”

“Yeah, okay. All right,” Jonathan replied.

Joyce just stared at the plate of eggs and toast Jonathan placed in front of her, not bothering to pick up a slice of food.

“I can’t eat.”

“Mom please, just a little?” you asked of her, not wanting to watch your mom not take care of herself.

She just looked at Jonathan like you didn’t even say anything, you just sighed onto your plate.

“Listen. Listen, the Xerox place opens in, like, 30 minutes,” she says as she checks her watch for the time.

“Yeah.”

“And I don’t want you to go alone…”

“I’ll go with him,” you spoke up around a mouth full of eggs.

Joyce and Jonathan turned their heads in your direction then they turned to look at each other, having a silent conversation between their eyes. It looked like Joyce was about to say something before Jonathan spoke up.

“Yeah that's fine, I’ll drop you off at school after.”

You just nodded your head and went back to eating, but Joyce still looked apprehensive about you going and spoke up, “no I’ll have Karen take Jonathan instead since you should be at school and I need to be here.”

“Mom-”

“Mom, it's fine.”

She looked between the both of you and just sighed and threw her hands up into an ‘alright’ gesture.

“We need to make, what, 200, 300 copies?”

“That’s ten cents a copy mom.”

You could see Joyce starting to get more frazzled and slowly losing the loose hold of her emotions, her hands shaking as she reaches for her wallet.

“Mom,” you whispered while grabbing her hand.

Jonathan placed a hand on her shoulder, “you can’t get like this, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled out to both of you.

“It’s okay mom, we’ll get through this and get Will back,” you stated.

The three of you just sat in silence for a moment, your plates of cold eggs and toast not being touched by anyone. The moment was broken by the knocking on the front door bringing your attention away. Joyce got up from the table, Jonathan and yourself just a few steps behind her as she opened the door to Chief Hopper looking solemn with his hat held between his hands.

“We’ve been waiting for six hours.”

“I’m sorry I got here as soon as I could.”

“Six hours,” Joyce repeated.

“Mom, just let him tell us what they found, okay?” you spoke from just a step behind her trying to make sure she doesn’t have some type of breakdown.

Hopper sighed, “we’ve been searching all night. Went all the way to Cartersville.”

Joyce bunched her shoulders high while wringing her hands together, “and?”

“Nothing,” Hopper said quietly.

“Oh god,” Joyce cried out.

You pulled your mom into a hug for her sake, but also yours since you didn’t want to start crying at this moment.

Hopper cleared his throat, “Flo says you got a call last night.”

Joyce sniffled and replied with a “yeah” and brought him over to the burnt landline.

After a kinda tense conversation regarding the nature of the phone call, Hopper brought up Lonnie again and decided he’s gonna check him out.

“You’re wasting your time,” Joyce shouted out to a retreating Hopper.

Joyce just sighed out for probably the 30th time that day and retreated into the kitchen. You were following just behind her when you noticed Jonathan walking out the front door and closing it quietly. You furrowed your brows for a moment then decided you’ll ask him about that when you leave.

You walk up to your mom who was back to sitting at the kitchen table with another cigarette lit between her lips while she was looking at Will’s missing persons poster. Her breaths were coming out shaky every time she exhaled puffs of smoke, tears slowly making their way out of her tear ducts and gently falling down the curve of her cheeks and nose bridge. You squat down to the floor, placing your hands on her knees knowing she needed to be reminded of you and Jonathan.“Mom, everything is going to be okay, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh honey,” was all she got out before you engulfed her with a lung-breaking hug.

You heard Jonathan before you saw him. You pulled away from your mom and gave her a quick kiss on the crown of her head and grabbed the poster along with your school bag, heading out the front door with Jonathan just behind you. When he got into his car and started the engine was when you decided to bring up the topic.

“So what did you talk about with Hopper earlier?”

Jonathan barely moved his head in your direction at your comment, just a slight side eye. His gaze stayed focused on the road, all the way to the Xerox place. When the two of you were inside the place waiting for your stack of copied posters, you posed the question again to Jonathan and did not take silence for any type of answer.

“I’m gonna visit Lonnie after I drop you off,” was Jonathan’s curt reply to your pestering.It took you a moment to process what he just said to you because why would he be going to Lonnie’s unless “is that what you were talking to Hopper about?”

He just gave you a side eye to your question giving you information that you didn’t know “he said not to, didn’t he?”

Still no verbal answer to either question, but Jonathan doesn’t talk much anyway. Though after years of living together you were able to read his tells, side eyes and being even quieter were usual his tells for most things that he was trying to keep secret.

“Well if you’re going to Lonnie’s, I’m joining.”

That got Jonathan’s undivided attention making him whip his head so fast at your statement, it’s surprising he didn’t get whiplash. You just kept your steady gaze on his blown-out look like he saw a ghost. Jonathan was about to open his mouth, probably to tell you ‘it’s not happening, not in a million years,’ but the nice lady at the counter came back with your poster and the copies interrupting Jonathan. You thanked her with a nice smile and grabbed the stack and walked away in the direction of the exit to head to the car.

“(Y/n),” Jonathan finally spoke up when the both of you left the store.

You didn’t even turn your head, pretending to not acknowledge that he said your name, and just stood on the passenger side of the car waiting for Jonathan to open his side.

“(Y/n)-” “No Jonathan, we both know what a piece of shit Lonnie is so I’m not letting you go over there by yourself. End of discussion.”

And it was, Jonathan just sighed and got into the car to drive to the school.

When the car was parked in Jonathan’s spot you both grabbed a couple of posters and went inside. You and Jonathan both split up and would be back up by the entrance within 10 minutes. You pinned a few posters on cork boards that were mounted onto the halls and even gave a few to the office to see if they could pass them out. When you were satisfied with how many you got out you started back towards the entrance of the school when you skidded to a stop.

Jonathan was pinning a poster up and just a few feet away there they were. Tommy H., his girlfriend Carol, Nancy Wheeler, Barb Holland, and the King of Hawkins high himself Steve Harrington. All five of them just watched Jonathan behind his back, as you were walking closer you could hear a little bit of their conversation.

“I don’t think he speaks.”

“How much do you want to bet he killed him?” Tommy H’s dumbass spoke up.

Your blood started to boil at the fact they were making fun of your missing brother and assumed that Jonathan killed him. You started to storm over to their little group just as you saw Steve shove Tommy with his elbow and told him to shut up. Just as you were behind them you saw Nancy walk away and over to Jonathan.You tapped Tommy H on his shoulder to draw his attention towards you and with an unsuspecting smile, you slapped him across the face. You didn’t care if you got in trouble, no one talks badly about your family.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Tommy shouted while holding his cheek with one hand.

“If I hear you talk about my family like you did just now, it will be a lot worse than a slap Tommy,” and you walked away.

“Are we sure you didn’t have something to do with his disappearance?” you heard Carol shout back to your retreating figure.

“Fuck off Carol,” was all you gave back in reply.

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“So you want to talk about what happened back at school?”

Jonathan took a quick look at you taking his eyes off the road for a second before looking back ahead, keeping a steady grip on the steering wheel, the rain being the noise draining out most of the world along with the music as it was pelting against the windshield and roof. You just kept your gaze focused outside of the window with your head leaning against the glass and your fist pushing into your cheek.You didn’t say anything back so that was the answer to Jonathan’s question. All you thought about right now was the dangerous ideas conjuring in your mind. The idea that Will would run away to Lonnie’s was absurd and you all knew that, but the thought of Lonnie doing something horrible to your little brother made you want to throw up what little food you had for breakfast. The car coming to a stop pulled you from your nightmares and brought you to the monster's house instead.

“Okay in and out, that’s it.”

You and Jonathan both looked at each other trying to gauge what the other was feeling at this moment. Probably scared, terrified of finding Will here, angry at the thought of seeing Lonnie again, but you both put those aside and nodded at each other and got out of the car.

Jonathan walked ahead of you and pounded his fist against the door, after a few seconds he banged his fist again and this time you both could faintly hear a female voice inside the house.

“Ugh, Cynthia,” you said with an eye roll.

Cynthia opened the door and just the noise of her aggressively chewing her gum was pissing you off very fast.“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, is Lonnie around?” Jonathan asked.

She just looked between the both of you, “yeah, he’s out back. What do you want?”

“To look around,” Jonathan said as he walked into the house with you following just behind. You both began to split up looking everywhere Will could possibly be hidden.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Hey!”

“We’ll be fast,” was all you replied back.

You and Jonathan looked into different rooms, closets, cupboards, anywhere shouting his name to let him know you were here. Just as you finished looking on your side of the house walking back towards Jonathan when Lonnie came out of nowhere pushing him up against the wall.

“Jonathan!” you yelled out.

Lonnie looked in your direction after hearing your cry and just gave a disgusting grin your way looking back at Jonathan, “looks like the bitch is still around.”

“Get off!” Jonathan yelled with a cry pushing Lonnie by the chest to get him away.

Lonnie just smiled and watched Jonathan like he was waiting for him to make his next move, “you’ve gotten strong. Bet she’s gotten weaker.”

He indicated the last part in your direction. You just crossed your arms over your chest, trying to give you some type of physical protection even though it would have no effect. Jonathan was the one who took most of the physical violence from Lonnie, you would take some to if Jonathan wasn’t around, but it was mostly Jonathan being everyone’s savior.

“Will someone please explain what is going on?” Cynthia spoke up from the end of the hallway just behind you.

“Jonathan, (Y/n), this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Jonathan and (Y/n), my kids”

“Yea nice to meet you Cynthia and not great to see you again Lonnie, but we have to leave.”

You moved to grab Jonathan by his denim jacket and made for the door. The small, trashed house was starting to make you feel like you couldn’t breathe, like it was slowly closing in on you, closing you off from the safe world outside keeping you trapped inside with Lonnie. When you got outside you started to walk towards Jonathan’s car, but saw that he stopped by Lonnie’s and checked the trunk. You held your breath hoping that Will wasn’t in there. Jonathan closed the trunk and turned his head towards you and shook it ‘no’ which made you release your breath.

You decided to just wait for Jonathan in the car not wanting to have any more interactions with Lonnie. As you waited in the car you could see that Jonathan and Lonnie were having some type of conversation, Jonathan slamming a missing persons poster into Lonnie’s chest, and then him walking away back to the car. Cynthia came out and grabbed onto Lonnie from behind saying something that you couldn’t give two shits about, so with a final eye roll you pulled your gaze forward just as Jonathan opened his door.

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Yea you hated this job, but it paid okay money plus tips and you’ve only had it for five months, waiting for something better to come along. Working at Lenny’s Pizza was pretty easy, but it made you want to rip your hair out because of the customers. You’ve already called out for the past two days so you took a shift from a coworker since they had last minute plans. And just as you were finishing up with your last 15 minutes on the clock, you had to make a delivery, which luckily would be the last thing for the day so not too bad if you might say.

However when you got to the house and knocked on the front door, your night was ruined even worse after today's events. Steve Harrington opened the door and you froze into a block of ice. Of course the last delivery of your night had to be at Steve’s house, and Carol and Tommy H. were probably here too, shit.

“Byers?”

A voice snapped you out of your daze and you looked to see Steve staring at your face and then you saw the way his eyes made a quick scan of your uniform. You felt heat rush to your ears which were luckily covered by your hair and the employee hat.

Look you may not really like Steve at this point in time, but you used to have a little crush on him in middle school. He was different back then, yea he still had the Harrington charm that he uses to this day, but he was a lot nicer to everyone, he was sweet, helpful and considerate. Now because he’s in the ‘popular crowd’ he’s mostly a douchebag, though in your head you think it’s mostly because he hangs out with idiots like Carol and Tommy H. He’s also just very handsome with his well crafted hair and his gorgeous smile-

“Oh look who it is!” Carol and her annoying voice have made their way into your brain now.

You look just past Steve and see Carol standing just inside the sliding door. You couldn’t see who else was here tonight, but you for sure knew Tommy was here so you just wanted to leave.You look back to Steve to see he was still looking at you, watching you, it made a slight shiver go up your spine.

“Um, it’ll be 10.73”

Steve handed you a 20 and you didn’t know what to do for a moment when his fingers grazed your palm. You looked at the bill and then looked back at him with a sort of dumbfounded look.

“I-I don’t have change on me…”

“Keep the change, it can be your tip,” he said with a smile to his face.

You just gave a tight lipped smile back to him, said good night and headed back to the company car. You took one glance over your shoulder when you got to the drivers side and saw that Steve was still at his door looking at you. You felt your nervousness get the best of you so you rushed inside the car and left, just wanting to be home right now in bed.

When you did get home you saw your mom outside standing by her car. You dropped your bike in the grass near her car and you saw her jump at the noise.

“Mom, are you okay?” That was kinda a rhetorical question seeing as she hasn’t been okay for the past two days.

She was shaking and was just staring at the house. You turned your head in the direction of the house as well when suddenly the lights started to flicker inside.

“Mom, did you forget to pay the electric company or something?”

Still nothing, so you walked closer to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her head finally turned towards you and you saw the look in her eyes. She was scared.

“What happened?” “The lights, and Will’s room, and-”

“Mom,” “And I heard this noise-”

“Mom!”

It went quiet after you shouted at her, but you needed to. She was slowly spiraling and you couldn’t have her do that, you didn’t want to constantly have to worry about her while also trying to find Will. It was too much pressure on both you and Jonathan.

“Mom, let's just go to bed, it's late,” you sighed.

She moved her eyes back to the house and you followed in her movement, seeing the lights flicker again, but you didn’t care about that right now. You just looked back at her and linked your fingers with hers and pulled her behind you as you walked to the house, back inside your haunted house.

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drvirgus · 3 months

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The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Mention of Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 14:

Masterlist

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Smiling, I slowly led Yeji into my hotel room. The taller woman followed me without me having to tell her. Nervously, a smile formed on my lips. Why was I nervous? We had slept together once before... although back then, I hadn't realized I had feelings for the beautiful woman.

I opened my room door and allowed Yeji to enter first. After her, it was my turn, and I closed the door behind us. Yeji immediately looked around the room and nodded several times. "The room is lovely," she remarked. My eyes were fixed on Yeji, and to be honest, I didn't respond. I just watched the slightly older woman.

Yeji had now sat on the bed, a smirk on her lips as she finally looked at me. I swallowed as I saw her lying down, her feet still on the floor. Automatically, I licked my lips absentmindedly and took a deep breath.

I need a cold shower...

"I... I'll freshen up then," I said, and I saw Yeji sit up again. Her eyes were fixed on me. She laughed a bit and said, "Shouldn't you offer your guest the chance to shower first?" She looked quite amused, as if she could read me like a book.

"You're not a guest," I replied with a shrug. My legs led me to my suitcase as I opened it and grabbed my shower items and a change of clothes. Yeji laughed at my response, "Shall we shower together?" she suddenly asked, making me immediately turn back to her.

"Sure," I answered without really thinking about it. Our eyes widened now. We both blushed, and neither of us said a word. We just stood there, staring at each other with wide eyes. Without wasting another second, I hurried into the bathroom.

My heart threatened to jump out of my chest.

I leaned my back against the closed door, placing my hand on my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. But it was in vain. I... liked Yeji like no one before.

But... we were just friends, right?

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With wet hair and fully dressed, I sat on the balcony, a cigarette between my fingers, just observing it for a while. It wasn't lit; I simply held it in my hand, but the urge to light it grew stronger. I sighed and then put the cigarette in my mouth, igniting it.

It didn't take long before I saw Yeji coming out to the balcony, with a towel on her head. She sat down right next to me on a chair, and her eyes fell upon the cigarette between my fingers, but she said nothing. A pleasant warmth surrounded us. I was also careful to make sure the cigarette smoke didn't blow in her direction.

Yeji in my Clothes... My heart stopped beating for a second...

"How do you know IU-Sunbaenim? You seemed quite close," the older woman asked, her eyes fixed on me as I exhaled a plume of smoke from my lungs. I hesitated for a moment but eventually decided to tell her, "Our families knew each other."

She looked out at the view, and I followed her gaze. "Knew?" she asked, picking up on the past tense. Again, I hesitated. I flicked the ashes from the cigarette into the ashtray before taking another drag. "My family is dead," I confessed. Yeji's eyes widened as she looked at me.

"Ji-Eun Unnie mostly took care of me... She thinks she's responsible," I added with a slight chuckle. I looked at the older woman, but she didn't seem to find it amusing. She just stared at me without any trace of pity or sympathy, which brought a real smile to my face.

I extinguished the cigarette. "Tell me. Does she have the responsibility? She seemed... quite protective," Yeji said with a light laugh, her eyes still focused on me. However, my smile faded quickly. Almost immediately, my hand enveloped my cigarette pack again, and I took another one out. Yeji watched me closely.

Even after I lit the cigarette, I still hadn't answered her question. She noticed this. I took a deep breath as I turned my head away from her and just stared out into the dark night. I debated with myself whether I should really tell her. Not even my members knew.

I turned my head back to Yeji and smiled. "She's always been like that. But... it got worse when I made a mistake. However, that mistake is entirely my responsibility," I replied truthfully. I got up from my chair and put out half the cigarette.

Yeji looked at me curiously, and I yawned, "Let's sleep, Yeji," I said, opening the balcony door to step inside. I sniffled slightly because I was still sick.

Yeji noticed that I had evaded the question. Her eyes narrowed as she watched me, and she finally settled down next to me. My hand moved to the small lamp to turn it off, leaving us in darkness.

"Y/n?"

I felt the arms of the taller woman wrapping around me, pulling me closer automatically. Her body pressed against mine. I hummed to signal that she could continue talking. I heard Yeji sigh, "I don't want to pressure you. If you're ready to tell me... I'm here to listen anytime," I heard the older woman say softly.

That made me chuckle, but I felt Yeji pulling me even closer. My laughter subsided, and I became a bit more serious. I had to swallow slightly, "There's not really much to tell... But thank you, Yeji," I whispered just as softly. I felt Yeji resting her chin on my head, considering she was taller than me.

"Good night, Yeji," I said quietly, and I heard Yeji softly rumbling, "Good night, Y/n," she whispered back. Her arms were still wrapped around me, and it seemed like she didn't want to let go.

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Smiling, I looked at the sea of fans holding our lightsticks in the air. Even though we weren't in Korea, almost all of them had our lightstick, which made me incredibly happy. The only problem I had throughout the whole concert was that my pants were quite loose. It seemed like I had lost weight, probably because I'd been hitting the gym more often.

I put my hand on my waistband, noticing that my pants kept slipping down, but I didn't stop dancing. Unfortunately, our stylist hadn't provided a belt, which made the situation worse. The baggy jeans I was wearing, along with the weight of my microphone pack and in-ear headphones, pulled my pants down even further.

Yunjin and Hanni had also noticed this, but there was nothing they could do. I just continued to smile and tried to focus on the choreography. My hand held my pants up to prevent them from falling down, although you could probably see my boxers in some places.

Thankfully, I was wearing boxers, which I loved for their comfort. I continued to dance on stage, being mindful of my pants. My eyes occasionally wandered to the fans and posters while my fellow members sang. I waved into the fans' cameras and frequently made finger hearts.

My smile widened when I spotted ITZY from a distance. All of them were wearing masks and caps, but I knew exactly who they were. A warm feeling enveloped me as I watched them waving their lightsticks. I let out a laugh, but Yunjin immediately caught my attention.

Yunjin had found something and quickly put it around my waist, tying it up. I laughed when I realized it was a simple piece of rope. Yunjin also chuckled as she looked into my face and then nudged me, signaling that it was now my turn to sing.

I turned back to my members, and I noticed Hanni just putting her lost shoe back on. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Hanni and her shoes.

Laughing, I turned back to the Sunnys and even squatted down in front of the fans in the front row. I grabbed one of their phones and started recording the fans. Afterward, I flipped the camera around and smiled into it. Then I handed the fan back their phone.

"Yuna! Yunaaa!" I heard someone else call, and I turned to look at him. He raised his poster a bit higher and seemed to be asking Yuna if she wanted to marry him. I chuckled as I shook my head and made an X with my arms. I laughed again as I shook my head once more, "Yuna is mine," I declared, pointing a finger at myself.

This right here, this concert, marked the last stop of our world tour. At the end of the concert, we would all say a few words to our fans. To be honest, I was nervous about it. I knew that the others would start to cry... I hated it when they cried...

We lined up side by side, each of us holding a handheld microphone. We exchanged brief glances, and I chuckled as they all looked at me expectantly. I smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright, I guess that means I'll start," with a light laugh. I licked my lips and gazed out at the crowd.

"Dear Sunny, words can't express how grateful we are for each and every one of you. This world tour has been a life-changing experience, and it's all because of your incredible love and support. It's been an absolute blast touring the world and sharing our music with you. Every concert, every fan meet, and every interaction with you has been special. As we close this chapter of our journey, it's hard to say goodbye to the tour, but we're excited about the memories we've made and those yet to come. Sunny, you mean the world to us, and we love you more than you'll ever know. Thank you for making this tour unforgettable!"

Smiles spread across the faces of the fans as they began to applaud. I grinned and nodded my head, saying, "I love you all, and thank you for coming," as I bowed.

Next, it was Hanni's turn, and I could see a few tears in her eyes already. I kept my smile on my lips as I looked at the youngest one. "Hey, Sunny fans! I just wanted to let you know how much we've enjoyed this world tour. It's been a whirlwind of excitement, and it's all thanks to your love and support. Your dedication to our music and performances has been our driving force, and we couldn't be more grateful. We've had so much fun on this tour, creating unforgettable memories in each city we've visited. It's hard to believe it's coming to an end, and we're genuinely sad about that. But we're looking forward to the next chapter, and we promise to keep making you proud. Thank you for being amazing, and we love you, Sunny!"

I noticed Hanni struggling to hold back her tears, which made me chuckle. It was so endearing. My eyes shifted to Yuna, who took a deep breath. She didn't cry often, but I was sure that if Hanni started crying, Yuna would join her.

"Hey, Sunny family! I can't even begin to put into words how much we've enjoyed this world tour. It's been an adventure of a lifetime, and we couldn't have asked for a better group of fans to share it with. The love and support you've shown us at every concert have been overwhelming. It's been so much fun dancing, singing, and laughing with you all across the globe. As we wrap up this tour, we want you to know that we're going to miss you terribly. But don't worry, we'll be back before you know it, and we'll make even more incredible memories together. Thank you for your unwavering love and dedication. We love you, Sunny!"

Shortly after, it was Yunjin's turn. She held the microphone to her lips as she looked out at our fans while speaking. I watched the taller one as she continued, "Dear Sunny, this world tour has been an extraordinary adventure that I'll cherish forever. It's so hard to put into words how much your love and unwavering support mean to me. You've been there for us at every turn, cheering us on, and sharing your joy. I want you to know how much I've enjoyed dancing, singing, and connecting with all of you during these magical moments." She paused for a moment in her speech as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She turned her head slightly to the side, and you could hear Hanni starting to cry as well. I chuckled and moved quickly to hug the taller one. Her arms enveloped me. Since I knew my members well, I knew they were crying. I had come prepared with tissues in hand.

With a tissue in hand, I wiped away Yunjin's tears as she continued speaking. "It's with a heavy heart that I say goodbye to this tour, and I can't help but feel a mix of emotions. But please, remember that we'll be back soon, and we'll create even more incredible memories together. I love each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for everything, Sunny."

I noticed Haewon joining our group hug. Her arm also wrapped around all of us as she began her speech. I smiled as I saw tears in her eyes. "Sunny family, this world tour has been an indescribable journey, and it's all because of your love. Your passion and support have brought us to places we'd only dreamed of, and I'm forever grateful. These months on the road have been filled with unforgettable moments and endless joy. It's so difficult to say goodbye to this tour, and it's hard not to get emotional. Your love is a powerful force that's touched our hearts deeply. We've laughed, danced, and shared beautiful memories together. I can't thank you enough for making this tour an extraordinary experience. It's not the end; it's just the beginning of more incredible moments to come. I love you all, Sunny, more than you'll ever know."

I swallowed hard as I heard how emotional Haewon sounded. I immediately handed her a tissue, which made her laugh. I hugged the younger one, and shortly after, I felt Yuna and Hanni joining our embrace. We all had a group hug where each of them was trying to stop their tears.

Only I didn't cry. I couldn't. Who would comfort the others?

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A Farewell to Remember: Tearful Moments and Heartfelt Speeches at Moonlight's World Tour Finale

In the world of K-Pop, Moonlight is a name synonymous with captivating performances, boundless energy, and a deep connection with their fans, affectionately known as "Sunny." As their world tour came to a close, the group delivered a show-stopping performance and emotional speeches that left fans moved and teary-eyed.

The concert was a culmination of months of hard work and dedication, with Moonlight traveling to cities all around the world, sharing their music and passion with fans from diverse cultures and backgrounds. The grand finale was met with immense anticipation from Sunny, the fans who had eagerly followed the group's journey throughout the tour.

Moonlight members Yunjin, Yuna, Haewon, Hanni, and Y/n took to the stage, each with a hand-held microphone, ready to share their heartfelt messages with the Sunny family. The atmosphere was electric, with Sunny fans waving their light sticks and filling the venue with a sea of colorful lights.

Y/n, who initiated the speeches, opened by expressing gratitude to the devoted Sunny fan base. She emphasized that the world tour had been a life-changing experience and credited their Sunny fans' incredible love and support for making it all possible. Her words were met with thunderous applause and cheers from the audience, a testament to the profound bond between Moonlight and their Sunny fans. Y/n's closing message was simple but poignant: "Sunny, you mean the world to us, and we love you more than you'll ever know. Thank you for making this tour unforgettable!"

Hanni, always known for her infectious energy, took her turn next. As she spoke, the audience couldn't help but notice the tears forming in her eyes. Hanni conveyed how the tour had been a whirlwind of excitement and thanked the Sunny fans for their unwavering love and support. She spoke of the unforgettable memories created in each city they visited, which would remain etched in their hearts. Hanni's emotional message was a heartfelt promise that Moonlight would continue making their Sunny fans proud. Her moving words prompted many Sunny fans to reach for their tissues.

Yuna, who is not often seen shedding tears, began her speech with a deep breath. She shared her immense joy from dancing, singing, and laughing with Sunny fans all around the world. Her voice resonated with sincerity as she expressed sadness about the tour's end. Yuna reassured Sunny fans that Moonlight would return soon, eager to create more incredible memories together.

Yunjin followed, her heartfelt words accompanied by tears rolling down her cheeks. She cherished the tour as an extraordinary adventure that she would forever hold close to her heart. Yunjin couldn't emphasize enough how much the Sunny fans' love and unwavering support meant to her. Her words touched the hearts of many, and her emotional speech prompted even more tears from Hanni and some laughter when Y/n passed around tissues to her fellow members.

Haewon, the last to speak, summed up the feelings of the entire group. She acknowledged the indescribable journey the tour had been, made possible by the love, passion, and support of their Sunny fans. She expressed her gratitude for the unforgettable moments and boundless joy shared on the road. Haewon assured the audience that this wasn't the end but rather the beginning of more incredible moments to come. Her message was a beautiful testament to the enduring connection between Moonlight and their Sunny fans.

The emotional speeches were followed by a group hug, as the members tried to comfort each other through their tears, underscoring the strong bonds that united them as a group. It was a touching moment that showcased the genuine camaraderie among the members, as well as their profound connection with their Sunny fans.

Moonlight's world tour finale was a bittersweet event filled with powerful performances, heartfelt speeches, and a collective outpouring of love between the group and their devoted Sunny fans. While the tour may have come to an end, the memories created and the deep connection shared with the Sunny family are sure to last a lifetime. Moonlight will undoubtedly continue to brighten the lives of Sunny fans around the world with their music and unwavering dedication.

Hanni's shoes are living their best life on tour. Can we get a hashtag for them too? #HanniShoesAdventures

Can we talk about how overrated Moonlight is? Their speeches were so cringeworthy! 🙄

Did anyone else catch those Y/n and Yunjin glances during the speeches? My YunjinxY/n heart is sailing! 🚢💕

If Moonlight's concerts don't make you dance, cry, and question your life choices all at once, are you even living? 🕺💃😭

I'm all about that Yuna x Haewon ship. They looked like two peas in a pod during the speeches!

Moonlight's members cry too much. They should toughen up if they want to be real K-pop idols

I'm just here for Y/n's endless collection of hand gestures during interviews and concerts. Seriously, I've counted at least 50 unique ones this year!

Yunjin and Y/n are the most underrated ship! Can't deny their chemistry on and off the stage. 💖🌙

I can't believe people are crying over manufactured emotions. This is so fake

Sunny need to get a life. These idols don't even know you exist

Let's be real, there's undeniable chemistry between Y/n and Yuna. #Y2

#newjeans hanni #hanni pham #itzy x yn #itzy x reader #itzy yeji #yeji x reader #hwang yeji #haewon #huh yunjin #shin yuna

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I saw this photographer complaining about your use of the picture, too. Reading the comments was just …

Instead of calling someone a creepy conspiracy theorist because they interpret a photo (and real life comments and actions) differently than themselves, maybe they should try looking at things from another angel. This obsession with seeing Jensen as perfect and constantly having the time of his life is ridiculous and points to a huge bias. I’ll be honest, the particular picture in question, where Jensen looks in pain, could be him "living the music" but to me, he does not look like he’s just grooving. Also, there is video of the concert, so it’s not like people’s opinions are only based on photos.

The last time Jensen performed at a con, he was yelling, not singing, and yet they praise his amazing performance. Jensen has a lovely voice when he isn’t straining it, and is a good performer (usually), but that doesn’t actually mean he is an amazing, Uber talented singer. He was very good as Dean, but to say he never had over the top moments or ones that didn’t quite connect, is just not true. Saying he’s liberal and a huge ally is a huge stretch seeing as he is very closed mouthed on politics in general (I don’t actually blame him there, as if I were famous I’d want to appeal to the widest audience and would stick to discussing my art). Saying he likes Destiel now because he learned the hard way that criticizing the stupid ship gets him outright hate and death threats, is embracing willful ignorance. Jensen and Danneel can only be viewed as couples goals, despite the fact that their body language screens anything but affection. Jared is the bad guy because he cracked the illusion that Jensen is a perfect friend, professional and gentleman, and had a "tantrum" on Twitter because he didn’t let Jebsen off the hook or bail him out, for once, for his shitty actions around the prequel. Jensen supports Ukrainian and really cares about the issue, despite the fact that he starred in a commercial promoting Atomic Heart. Anyway, my point is the man is not perfect, no one is, but as soon as they see any criticism, they call the person delivering it crazy, a hater, or a miserable person who is just projecting.

I love my family, but that doesn’t mean I think it or each family member (myself included) is without flaws.

I started watching Supernatural as a Dean and Jensen fan. I was crazy about Dean until later seasons when he just got angrier and more hypocritical. At first, I admired Ackles for his love for Jared and humility, but his behavior (his inconsistency at cons, and how he talked about Jared lovingly one minute, then criticizing him at JIB or joking at his expense when he’s not there, while calling him brother in the next breath) would not allow me to keep blindly sighing over him. Not to mention, I noticed how his stories were always humble (or not so humble) brags. He isn’t consistent and changes for the crowd he’s in.

I’m sorry, but if you are the one who only sees someone as perfect and can’t acknowledge any flaws to the point that you need to attack anyone who dares mention one, then you are the one without a balanced view. Our observation are subjective, obviously, and you don’t have to agree with how someone elde interprets something, but to instantly write them off as just a hater or lying (unless it’s a provable lie, or delusion with no proof like hellers and cockles shippers) maybe take a look at your own objectivity and need to go to battle for someone you don’t actually know.

It saddens me that Jensen has such judgemental, toxic fans that only care about fetishiz*ing him. Then I remember there are also fans like you, who are able to see him as a real and complex person. Thank you for this beautiful post! 💕💕💕

I think the reason why they immediately resort to bullying and gaslighting is because they know they stand no chance of making eloquent, balanced arguments because they lack objectivity. I mean all they do is project, not only on others but on Jensen especially, he needs to be the fantasy they created and is not allowed to stray from that perfect image. I cannot imagine how painful that must be to him. No human is perfect and we all just want to be loved for who we are, not for some false image others build in their attempt to exploit our beauty, like in his case.

#anti AAs #jensen critical

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KPOP CRISIS ( PART 1 )

M.Reader x Red Velvet x Twice Jihyo

• This is my first try making a smut/story... i hope you guys enjoy... If this smut similar to any smuts you read, tell me to delete it...

Being a rich person is boring, especially live in wealthy family but not an ordinary wealthy family... your father own an huge company and you work with him.... you felt annoying work with someone who always bring women in the house... because your father was a former mafia who is hunger to satisfy women... but you also enjoying that as well.. You live in a private mansion with your father, far away from the city and deep inside the woods.. more like a wealthy land of an area.. You still sleeping on your huge bed, when suddenly a bright sunlight shine your room and making yourself awake from sleeps...

"Good Morning, sir~" a female voice greeting you in the morning... she open the window curtains of your room...

It was Jihyo.. the leader of Twice... Your father took three of the members and that is Jihyo, Sana and Momo, because of their company having a crisis to pay their salary, and including others Entertainment as well... as sex assistant..

She bought you a cup of tea and a slice of sandwich... and then, start to clean up your bedroom.... You slowly getting up and stand Infront of the window and drink the tea that she bought.... watching outside towards the garden behind the mansion...

"Jihyo, have you done breakfast ??" you ask her and she stop wipping the windows.... "Not yet, sir.. why~?? she answered...

You turn to your sides at the window as the sunshine brighten your right of your body, showing her your bulging penis trap inside your pajamas pants with a massive length... waiting to be free by her...

"Come here, Jihyo... You need get breakfast first before you start your work.." she walk towards you as you told and immediately she kneeing herself Infront of you, level her face with your penis... she pulls down your pants and your massive length spring out Infront of her face... she grab your penis and start stroking while inspired by your penis length... she began to lick the tip of your length and slowly put it inside her warm mouth.... She started bobbing his head back and forward, her hands placed on your thighs while maintaining her pace on sucking your penis.... After a few minutes, you start to feel it getting closer, you put down the tea cup on the table next to your bed, you hold her head and start moving your hip faster... You watch half of your penis length disappear in her mouth as it goes in... In that moment you release your thick cum in her mouth, holding her head as you push your hip forward, keeping your length inside her mouth and making her swallowing your warm cum... Jihyo slowly swallow your thick cum easily because she's done it with you every morning....

"Good work, Jihyo... do you enjoy your breakfast~??" you ask and she nodded... you release her from the length of your penis and then she grab her cloth, wipes your penis that cover with her saliva... "Yes.. thank you for the breakfast, sir.." she stands up, and you wipe her messy mouth with tissue after her 'breakfast', then she continue her assistant duty... You pull up your pants and heading to the shower and get ready for work...

TIME SKIP..

Work time over, you ride your bike to the nearest shopping mall to look something to eat.... Once you arrive, you notice that the place are a bit crowded with people and there a huge white van at the main entrance.. it seems there were an event occurred inside the mall... you walk inside and there were a lot of people... you cannot see what's happening.... you decide to go to upper level to see more clearly... As you arrive, you walk straight in the middle area of the mall, there was a fansign event happening.... and it was Red Velvet fansign event.. you began smirking because you know who they are.... during middle school, they are your bullies, except for their maknae, Kim Yeri.. so she's not part of that day... "I hope you'll get what you give to me.." You immediately walk away from that section, and start searching for food and bought it somewhere for to eat first because you were to hungry before going home....

After you finished your food, you look at your watch and it's pretty late, it's already 12:30am.... you ride your bike and straight to your mansion.... Once you arrived, you notice there were 5 black BMW at the parking area and one huge white van were parked next to them.. the moment you heading to the door house, you look at the van for the second time and you notice that it was the same van that you saw back at the shopping mall, where there were a Red Velvet fansign event.. and it confirmed that the van are belongs to the Red Velvet members.... but why are they here ??

You went inside the mansion, put all of things inside your room, you slowly walk straight to you father's office... Your mansion has 3 level.. the ground level where a huge swimming pool is, the first level are for gym section and lastly, the second level is your father's huge office.... you reach the second level and arrived at yours father's office... the moment you hold the door knob, you hear something from outside of the door....

"uhh...AhhMmmm..." "AhHh yes.... your body feels good~" a groans and moaning sound came from inside of your father's office...

You hesitate to open the door, if you do it you might get caught... you backing up as you turn your head to the right, there were a store room... you open the door and carefully went inside, slowly close the door because on top of that tiny room, there were small window connected to your father's office.... quietly and silently you climb up by using the ladder inside that room, watch through the small window, you cannot believe what you saw.... there were 15 men wearing a black mask, naked while pounding, blowjobing, fucking all four girls on every section in the office.... the room was dim, just depends on the light of full moon shine's inside the room.... "This is your project huh, dad.." you murmurs as you take out your phone and start recording... Once you zoom each at the helpless girls, there's no doubt for to think more... they are Red Velvet members... also your middle school bullies...

The sound of the girls moaning, coughing, and groaning feel the entire office... All 15 masked men switch and take turn to fuck all the girls but while you still record, there were only 4 of them... "where's the fifth ??" you ask yourself.... then slowly tilted your phone downward, you saw your father was sitting on the office chair, enjoying watching the scene Infront of him.. at the same time there was the girl that you looking for... and is the leader of Red Velvet, Bae JooHyun a.k.a. Irene nuna as you called her, kneeing Infront of him, bobbing her head giving a blowjob to him.... and all the girls and the 15 masked men are completely naked.. except your father, wear an office suit but just letting his penis out for Irene blowjobing....

After you done recording, you went straight to your bedroom... Before you sleep, you watch the video that you have recorded... even you do the same thing as your father does, have sex with the maids, fuck their brains out, but you still have humanity feels towards Red Velvet's members... even they were your bullies...

The next day, as usual Jihyo having 'breakfast' with your penis.... after finished, you went to SM Entertainment building and meet the director of that industry... You arrive at the office and went inside... "Ah.. Mr. Y/n, nice to meet you.." you shake hand and begin your conversation with him...

After a long chat, you ask him a last question before leaving.. "I heard that you need some help..??" he started to panic and don't know how to answer your questions... "Y..yes...I asking you're father's help to help SM Entertainment.... with an exchange...." you cut his words by telling him about what you saw last night... "by sending Red Velvet as your payment.. and turn those girls as my father's sex toy ??" after hearing that, he nodded... "where are they ?? tell them to meet me at the meeting room of this building.." as you told, he called Red Velvet and you walk towards the meeting room...

A few minutes later, Red Velvet members arrive... one by one enter the room and they surprised looking at your presence, because they know who you are...

" Y...you Y/n, right ?? What are you doing here ??" Wendy ask and confidently you answered.. "To seek my revenge for what you did during middle school.." they laughing at you while keep your calm and let them having fun...

"What kind of revenge that you talking about ??" Joy ask and you reply.. "I heard that this company having a trouble paying your salary and my father pay it you, right" you tell them and all the members quiet all of sudden... "So~??" Irene asking you with her annoying looks and you answere it calmly.. "So... I will be the one who will pay all of you.." you tell her and Wendy butt in..."and how you going to do that..??" she asked and you answered her "How?? it seem all of you having 'fun' last night~" you take out you phone, connected to the projector.... and it show a video that you recorded last night... the girls are shock seeing the video that you show..... Irene nuna move towards your phone, try to snatch it but you were faster than her.... you pause the video and faced at the girls....

"What do you want from us, Y/n..??" Irene nuna nervously ask and you ask her back.. "When is your ovulation day ??" all the girls confused about your question, then Seulgi ask you about the question you said... "What do you mean about our ovulation day ??" Joy and Seulgi stare at each other then faced back at you.... "Because my father knows when all five of you are ovulating.." you tell the girls with no hesitation about your father's 'project'..

"Oppa, i don't understand what you try to tell us.." Yeri start to feel uncomfortable about the things you try to reveal to the girls... you sit on the table and calmly tell them about your father's 'project'..... "Last night, those 15 men were using condoms to fuck your brains out.. were just their practice..." you word being cut by Irene nuna.. "practice to.. what ??" Irene nuna ask you trembling tone and calmly you tell her... "imagine.... tomorrow was the day Irene nuna was ovulating, my father will tell those men.... to... BREED... you..... all of you..." the girls couldn't say anything about what they just heard...

The girls are speechless until Joy broke the silent... "NO... your joking... w..we don't believe your words.." Joy thought that you were playing with their mind... and you reply.." it's up to you want to believe or not.." you sigh and you walk towards the door and all of sudden, Irene nuna shout at you.... "WAIT.... if that's the case... w...what you gonna do.. what kind of revenge do want.... we don't want to get pregnant by those mens..??" she look at you as she begging for help...

You turn and taking out a piece of paper on the table and show it to her... "If you don't want to get pregnant by those mens, then I will... and that's is my revenge.. and I will take responsibility if you get pregnant with my child.." the girls don't know what to do after they hear about your revenge plan... "I take that as two choices for all five of you to choose.... you want to get pregnant by those mens, or let me the one who going to breed all of you with my child..."

You look at them and they looks like have no hope anymore.... then, Irene nuna grab a pen, and putting out her signature on the agreement.... as you thought, Irene nuna drop her signature on the second choice, you smirk... "W..we will follow and o..obey your instructions and we w...will let you play with..." she hesitate to say the word.. "say it, Irene nuna...." she take a deep breath and say the word.... "we will let you play with our body and breed us, sir..." you smile and start caressing her hair, you walk to her and make her stands between the other members faced towards you...

"Since Irene nuna has sign it, that means all of you have agree, then i will take this as your warm up.... Red Velvet... get on your knees..." they do as you told them and all on their knees, leveling their face at your crotch.. You tuck your T-shirt up to your chest, and untightening your belt, open the jeans button, unzip and you pull down your jeans to the floor... lastly, you pull down your underwear and spring out you massive length of your penis Infront of them that still hard and twitching... there also a bit of your precum on the tip....

"Well, like what you see... Red Velvet~??" and they all reply.. "yes... sir.." and you calmly and said... " then play with my penis.." they all move towards you and all them began to touch, lick, suck, kiss you massive length.. it just like they been posses by your words as you watch them playing with your penis and can't wait to breed them all....

#red velvet #rv irene #rv yeri #rv wendy #rv seulgi #rv joy #twice #park jihyo

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So I have watched ep 4 of Harry and Meghan last night. (I know I’m late, life is like that lmao)

What strikes me again is first is the formula of the first episode of each volume being almost split. The first is half is quite happy and then something goes wrong.

(I also didn’t pay attention to the wedding as it was happen so this was kinda my first actual look at it. Very pretty! I’m glad the wedding remains a very happy memory for them. As does Meghan being able to talk to the late queen casually and see a good grandmother figure in her)

The next is thing is Meghan echos a sentiment I also have, that who would take a tabloid seriously? Perhaps it’s a British thing, because among my American friends is that kitschy tabloids aren’t good for anything serious. They’re there for when you’re waiting at the salon and you’re bored. Or you skim the headlines when you’re checking out at the grocery store. But then again, as soon as youre invested in celebrity drama the source doesn’t matter too much. And this isn’t to say Americans don’t read tabloids, I think a majority of us just get that sorta thing online and see it as a separate entity. Physical tabloids aren’t as popular here as the documentary says they are in Britain.

From there is the birth of Archie. I never realized they (and by they its seems mostly Meghan) were called selfish for not wanting a photo op so sooner after labor. I can’t believe they wanted her to give up the doctor she had built a relationship with to have that photo op.

And here’s where they say something interesting. When trying to find a compromise of the birth plan for the media(!?) no one stops them, but also implies that the tabloids will be fine with it. And then they weren’t. And of course Meghan is one to take the fall for it because -checks notes- she didn’t want to compromise her doctor??? Have two days with her newborn son and not have to be The Duchess for two seconds?? Labor is exhausting and it takes weeks to recover. But of course, this family is expected to preform at every single moment.

Fucking insane. It’s not even racist bullshit you’re not surprised by anymore. It’s straight up entitlement to other people’s lives. And on one hand that shouldn’t surprise me because American media and masses are about the same, but on the other hand holy shit.

(I keep going about this episode for a w h i l e hence the read more)

Harry makes a really good point, it’s not “do you condone this or not” it’s “what have you done to try and stop it?” Because I didn’t see nor recall a single statement to the press asking them to chill out. Clarifying that Meghan and Harry are actually loved and valued members or disputing rumors and lies. Obviously they can’t do every one but it seems like they haven’t tried to do one.

This is an institution that knows it can keep benefiting from it if it shut ups. Let’s it run it’s course. This is a family that are willing to be bystanders because that’s how they were raised to be. Lil mascots to parade around for the people’s morale and entertainment. And this is why Harry’s the bad guy, he’s a lil too open about not liking that.

Someone in the younger generation of a dysfunctional family is almost always the one that’s fed up. That’s fed up life isn’t fair, that’s fed up their family isn’t in their corner, and that’s fed up no one does anything. And this turns them into the problem child. Everyone thinks Harry’s so mad because he’s whipped for his wife, when in reality this is just the snapping point.

It is so isolating when your family doesn’t stick up for you, especially against bullies and harassment. I cannot imagine how much worse it feels when it’s an entire institution and staff as well.

As much sympathy I and others have for the royal family for having to deal with a media spotlight from birth, it runs out when they repeatedly choose “keeping the peace” or other ways of not stirring the pot instead of their family. Everyone knows they were unfairly treated, and yet they chose to watch instead of doing anything. No wonder Harry seems so resentful of his family.

I truly believe if just two or three members said something. Not even consistently, but every now and again, slowly the media would ease up. The climate would change. They have power and influence but seem never up to doing the work to do something that just ever so slightly goes against the traditional flow of things. Which tells Harry he was never worth even the bare minimum of a defense. And y’all wonder why he’s so bitter about it.

(I think I’ve mentioned it before but it’s worth repeating, we are witnessing a fallout of a dysfunctional family. At the core I think that’s all this will ever be. It just gets more complicated because of royal politics. But at the end of the day its family drama.)

Meghan never wins with the media. Whether it’s day to day things or a kind gesture from her friends. She never wins. It was pointed out time and time again how her and Kate could be doing the same thing but she was always the bad guy in it.

And then there’s the Australia tour. And here’s what I didn’t know, that they became more popular than the rest of the family. And that’s why they painted her as a diva. Like I said, she never wins even when the media seems to be in her favor for two seconds.

(My grandmother shrugs that off, saying it would be hard to not be a bit of diva with being handed servants and so much influence. Maybe there’s a nugget of truth there, but I have my doubts it’s to the extent of what the tabloids are saying. And of course, no one seems to care about if the others are divas.)

And then we get the documentary on the South Africa tour. Now this I remember reading tweets and tweeting about. It is awful suffering through depression, especially if you’re not used to it. It’s even worse when no one seems to care. The only one who cares enough to ask is a reporter who is at least in part motivated by pulling an interesting dialogue, even if entirely well-meaning.

The conversation I became apart of on Twitter was in response to criticism towards the two, mostly Harry, for not providing for her or getting her help. Back then I said, how do you expect him to navigate this? Get mental health help is an obstacle, especially more so when 1) youre really busy and 2) youre in a royal bubble so what do you know about these things? Lord knows if he was ever shown any good coping skills outside of “deal with the camera.” I don’t blame him for having a hard time helping her, it’s a hard thing to help with. I hope she’s feeling better.

Now of course this episode clarified that Meghan wasn’t allowed to get help. And it makes sense, there’s still a stigma in getting therapy and help among everyone. Of course if the press knew they’d have a field day with it. Still, she should’ve gotten help. Even if it was someone in that family other than Harry checking in on her, or offering her advice on how they dealt with the pressure. But that doesn’t seem to have happened.

Suck it up buttercup ain’t exactly a helpful mantra when dealing with thoughts of suicide. I can attest to that.

And that’s why Meghan and Harry will never not have a following. Most people can relate to at least some aspect of what they’re going through. A lot of people deal with racism, or deal with depression, or deal with shitty shitty families who turn their backs on them. They will always seem like a real person vs the rest of the family which seems so detached. That’s why they’re the people’s. That’s why people believe them, they have and always will be much more genuine.

#I knew starting this one it’d get long #cuz there’s just so much to be irritated at with the media #harry & meghan #Prince harry #Meghan markle #harry and meghan

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Rather than replying individual messages, I decided to make a post.

Reasons why I don't debate/argue with people on Tumblr.

Tumblr stopped being an activism space 3 years ago. Now, it is just a hobby for me. It is the equivalent of being on Instagram or even Pinterest.

Not to be all ad hominem but I assume most people on this website are non-black. Debating non-black (especially white) people online for free is not something I want to do in my spare time.

I am impatient so I need people to be on a certain intellectual level before engaging with them. If you are still learning ABCs (so to speak), I cannot do the hand holding and spoon feeding. I already do that in my professional career so my patience is thin.

I can't actually be sure if I am talking to a mature and sane adult or a maladjusted person with too much access to the Internet. If you push too hard or use harsh words, next thing you know, someone is claiming to be an underage autistic double amputee and accusing you of bullying them. And then others jump on that bandwagon and call you a bully at best, child abuser at worst.

Radical feminists are expected to turn the other cheek when being insulted and I am not going to do that. I will most likely curse people out regardless of the age/disability status/whatever they put in their profile.

It is very difficult to determine if a person has a willingness to learn/change or if they are just "own" you. Debating people who are just trying to own you (offline or online) is a waste of your time and mental strength.

I think voice inflections are very important for communication. With text, it is very easy to misunderstand what a person is trying to say because you can't hear their voice.

I was raised Christian and many of family members are tongue speaking Christians so I know first hand that is practically impossible to get people to change their minds and let go of harmful ideologies. I decided to give up Christianity on my own. I came to my own conclusions based on the available evidence. Nobody had to convince me to give up Christianity. Nobody convinced me to become a radical feminist either. I just read reports, watched documentaries and read stats and realised that male violence (physical, domestic, economic, reproductive, etc) against women & girls is omnipresent.

From my personal observations, trying to convince people to change their minds causes them to double down on their beliefs and more often than not because it is seen as an attack against them as people rather than an attack against their ideology. I believe trying to convince people to change their minds might actually be slowing down their "awakening".

There are many radical feminists on Tumblr who still treat Tumblr as a consciousness raising platform and they are open and patient enough to deal with all that comes with that. I am not one of them so don't expect me to act like one.

PS: Even with offline consciousness raising, I recommend avoiding people who are just trying to "own" a feminist.

#radfem discourse #radblr #radical feminst

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It’s time for my first official ranking after seeing the interviews! Here’s to hoping I’m right about some of these (and wrong about others).

Stan Card Activated

1. Blue- I still really like her and y’all really like her and I trust the fandom with every fiber of my being so I know we are right, I can feel it. I wish she had gotten more screen time in the interview but if she’s a last-minute alternate addition, it just pushes her even further.

I think I’m gonna like you

2. Jag- He gave me really good vibes in his picture and he’s giving me good vibes in his interview too! I think he’s gonna be a really chill guy but I can also see him being a huge mastermind and doing well in the game.

3. Bowie- I like her accent and she seems cool. I feel like I’ll vibe with her and she’ll be on the right side of the house. Don’t let me down woman!

4. Felicia- She seems sweet! She reminds me of all the nice older southern ladies I’ve met since moving to South Carolina. Nice and comforting. I feel like she won’t try to make waves in the beginning but I could see her getting pissed and telling someone off and I hope we get to.

I want to like you but something’s off

5. Izzy- Like I said, the queer musician connection has me wanting to like her but her crescendo joke was so fucking bad and I fear she’s just another Kaycee. Idk tho maybe she’s the butch lesbian we all needed. I have hope for her.

6. Mecole- The politician thing is throwing me off I’m not gonna lie. Also she still reminds me of Ameerah and I could totally see her being a bitch. However, I can also see her being an awesome strategist and actually getting some work done. If she’s a girlboss I’ll take her but if she’s just gonna drag people in the mud I will not.

7. Kirsten- There wasn’t much that I got from her, but she does seem like someone who’d end up aligning with the wrong people. I feel like she’ll be the most tolerable member of the alliance we all end up hating and we’ll all be begging her to work with the other side/s the entire time. Please prove me wrong girl sdifjpef.

Mid

8. Matt- I do really like the deaf representation, but he seems boring af. Not someone I can see myself caring about. Sorry.

9. Cameron- I could see myself potentially hating this guy, but he seems unproblematic to me as of now. I could see him woking with annoying people but also being kind of a floater. He’s practically TBD lol.

I don’t know yet

10. Jared- Apparently his mom is a Survivor legend? I haven’t seen Survivor so I would have no idea of knowing how good this guy could be, but family doesn’t mean shit sometimes. I can’t read this guy yet so I’m still wary. I just don’t want another Monte y’all.

11. Hisam- After watching the interview I have definitely changed my opinion about him, but I’m still wary. He seems like he could be another Michael maybe? I could also see him becoming irrelevant or being part of the annoying big alliance. Idk I can’t tell I think I’m going crazy.

Can’t stand your ass already

12. Red- I just know he’s going to be annoying. Is he going to be Frenchie? Cliff? Idk, but I don’t care for him either way. Out.

13. Reilly- She’s going to be in the stupid popular alliance and is gonna get into some stupid showmance and rat on the other girls. Useless!!!! Next.

14. America- I literally can’t stand her voice or her personality already. She reminds me of Alyssa from last season so much it hurts. She’s gonna get into a dumb showmance, be a bitch to everyone, start every rumor and bully train, etc. I just know it.

15. Luke- Nah this guy is literally just Kyle. I’m waiting for it.

16. Cory- I don’t give a fuck that his brother was on Survivor; I couldn’t stand looking at him or watching him talk. Literally didn’t hear a single word he said because I was so appalled by what I was seeing. How is someone just built like that. I’m sorry ksdjfposdjgdfg I know he can’t control these things but I have a feeling I will be proven right. Cory, make me feel guilty about this please.

#bb25 #big brother #bbus #bb rankings #don't take these too seriously

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whenthedoctorwashim · 2 years

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useless duffers

okay i've read so many posts similar to this but i guess i kinda need to get it out as well.

first of all at this time of consumerism of tv shows and movies, representation became much much more important compared to earlier decades. we need diversity and i dont care the aspects of it just diversity. race, political opinion, sexuality, religion i just dont care we need every single of that and we've been craving for it for such a long time. we DESERVE it. especially from the queerbaiting perspective we just deserve it.

and i'm sick of having to talk about this in 2022. this is fucking embarrasing for humanity.

okay let me just get back to st point of it.

im just leaving will to the end because god thats gonna take time.

everyone in st has some deeply heavy trauma but lets just focus on max's just for the sake of my rambling and vol 1 aspect of it. max had clearly depression. she lost a family member she is just pushing herself away from everyone who cares about her etc. the scene where max was captured by vecna i just immediately thought "yeah i mean she cant die that would just be trash and duffers wouldn't do that you have to show some strength you have to show a meaningful scene where she needs to rescue herself i mean this is the point of the show, outcasts survive, LIVE, they realize their worth and they have each other" and then she was finally able to run away from her *demons*/vecna/ and came to realization that her life is worth something was so impactful. I fell in love with the scene because thats all we could ask for. We can overcome our mental issues. We just need strenght, love and support system. What is the point of the storytelling if you build up your characters' background in such a rich way but then just throw it in trash by killing them in such a weak fearful way??

yeaahh about that.

MY BOY WILL.

oh my god will. he is a gay boy in 80s. he is getting bullied by his father and classmates because of it. he is in love with his straight best friend. their group is getting bullied for being *nerds* as well. he is basically the representative for hundreds of gay kids in 80s. a lot of people saw themselves in will. they get bullied, they get attacked, they get called as an outcast just like will.

so from the point of storytelling; what is the impactful, meaningful and honestly the RIGHT direction for will? Well thats fucking easy. He needs to find happiness and love he deserves. He need to realise that he is NOT a mistake or burden for those around him. He needs to be appreciated and get the support system he needs.

My boy got fucking dragged down to the upside down. he got back and everything changed. the boy who he is in love with changed, their dnd group changed. He was just trying to cling onto something that made him happy and their friends didnt even see that. then as time progresses he just became more and more like a silent forgotten character in the group??? he moved away from the only place he knows as home and then his best friend didnt even try to stay in contact with him??? but will is still in love with him?? but he still thinks he is the mistake?? he is wrong for being like this?? and his friends dont even care about him?? they forget his fucking birthday??? actually noone cared about his fucking birthday?? he just fucking cried his eyes out in the car with his best friend sitting next to him and noone noticed??? he cant even find the words to tell his brother how he feels and somehow we should be okay??? he just watched his best friend saying the day he disappeared was the day he was born and somehow that should be romantic from another point of view???

im so fucking angry im just gonna stop.

will could be so beautiful. will's arc could be soooo meaningful. he had all the powerful elements. he was the hero he was the HEART of the group. i dont care what anyone says. he was the survivor and he was wise one with a lost voice.

as much as i love byler i didnt need to have it. i just needed will to be in peace with himself and find some resolution. i needed him to be free of his demons. i needed his running max scene. he deserves it so fucking much.

but instead we get blinded, on the verge of death max and crying his eyes out, trying to save a weird meaningless straight relationship will.

thanks duffers. fuck you.

#st4 spoilers #will byers #stranger things #st vol 2 #i didnt even talk about eleven #god they did everyone dirty didnt they #just be a constant i guess #thats what duffers like #evolvement #we dont know her #if you are a constant you stay alive #just learn nothing and suffer in your meaningless void #if you try to learn and love #you die #especially if you are gay #why are you even alive man jeez #you are mistake right #you just needed the 80s music and clothes fuckers #you didnt need to be 80s style douchebags

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My unusual me, all time, I guess

One word that could describe me that not only me but others (some with cruel intentions, and some with loving or harmless ones - and yeah, I don't mind when my best friend says it, I know she doesn't mean it in a bullying way), is weird, or strange; or as I prefer: Unusual.

Obviously, I don't act the same way with everyone, and my personality and the way I present myself to people has evolved in a way due to years of being either bullied or... no yeah, just bullied; or maybe marginalized, which I don't know if it would fall into that category.

Maybe I should start describing myself in the present and then flash backward myself into my childhood to maybe refresh my memory on some aspects... and here it goes.

Me, right now, in the present and now being a young adult gaining conscience the same way when you're a toddler, and suddenly boom, you're conscious of what you do and think. Overall I could say I'm funny, at least with my close friends and close family members, but in two completely different ways: while my humor with my friends overpasses the limits of the nonsense, absolutely ridiculous humor that consists of sending each other random photos with even more random words on them; my humor with, for example, my cousins, consists of me giving deadpan looks and sometimes being sarcastic. I can converse with people, but now that I think about it, I might be always anxious about not knowing what to say next when the conversation falls dead - which leads me to a moment of being uncomfortable whenever there's silence, and constantly talking to at least have a conversation and avoid uncomfortable silences that they're only that way because of my mind. You could say I get confused when everyone stops talking, but I don't know.

And now that I think about it, I don't know how to specifically describe myself other than being remotely funny, a constantly screaming on the inside person, a chronic procrastinator, and someone who will cry at the slight raising of voice... there are many more things about me but I can't quite put my finger on them and not even describe them - might revisit this and give more info as I figure myself out more.

So... what do I like? you ask, what do I like to do? what do I dislike or hate? what am I afraid of?

The things I like are what a “normal” 20-year-old girl/boy/person would like: tv shows, movies, music… but of course, there’s a difference between liking something and having a whole hyper fixation about certain things. It's not always, but when I find a new interest mostly regarding tv shows - of course it doesn't happen with every show I watch (even if I got to watch a new one because I like to watch the same shows again and again and never try anything new - but, you know, when I finally venture myself into the unknown which I don't really like), but when I find THE show, it seems as if I lose myself in it, imagining myself as a character with a certain face and personality and constantly daydreaming about it, even in class or when I eat. When I find THE show, I can spend years (yeah, years) building a world around it, my own little fanfic in my mind, not being able to stop it... and it all made sense as soon as I read the term "maladaptive daydream" somewhere on the internet.

All in all you can say that I'm always in my own world, I could be anywhere and still daydream... I can't lie and say I hate it because you can't truly be hurt when you're in a world of your own and the characters just do and say what you want to hear - unless you want to give it some spice and then there's conflict, but you get what I mean (I hope). Escaping reality is a thing I enjoy doing, whether I know it's bad for me or not.

A new thing about me came to my mind, a new description of myself I hadn't realized when I started this draft, and again, I could erase the beginning but I won't. And well, here it goes: I'm someone scared of being rejected or ignored, I'm constantly thinking that people talk about me behind my back and that friendships won't last. You can call that a pinch of PTSD from being bullied for so many years, and even if it "stopped" there are still people who like to make fun of me, but I guess I attract all sorts of bullying to me, so I guess I just have to soak it up and vent on a tumblr page instead of sticking up for myself; which I don't know how to do because I cry really easily.

This brings me to the topic of bullying. And so, imagine you're a girl whose parents decided to move but not from city to city - from country to country, start fresh to run from your usual south American life experience. So, here's me, a three-year-old kid who thank God knows the language but has the south American accent, which no matter your skin color, racist or xenophobic people are still going to laugh at, even little kids. So, again, a toddler in a small town with nobody else but her parents, really shy equals kids your age not wanting to be your friend, telling you they don't understand what you're saying and just ignoring you, and sometimes pushing you to the ground. And that toddler thinks that primary school could be better, but nope, not at all - at least I can thank that only those years in primary school is the only period of time where the bullying got a little bit too physical, from dragging you through the stairs or scratching your forehead, to - again, pushing you to puddles; and on top of that, when that toddler turned into a 10-year-old kid, a teacher decided that it would be nice to tell her that she should go back to her own country and that she's gonna end up working as a trash truck driver, all because she couldn't solve a math problem. Yup, tough years, tougher when I ended up having to befriend my own bullies, maybe my mom thought it would be better so they could leave me alone especially when no one did anything to stop the kids, no teachers, nobody at all.

So, the kid reaches the preteen years, and she's a total outcast pushing herself into doing things she doesn't like, such as going out - which I grew up to despise a lot, and I have no problem going out to school or maybe the cinema or a mall, but going out to a party? and drink? to a club? no thank you. Two times I got drunk and meh, a few more times I went out at night, hated it; a club? once and not only I got a panic attack from the number of people there but I got back with covid... so yeah, very lame. I detest alcohol, especially the taste of everything, I hate going out at night, and I hate sleeping somewhere that's not my room, and I avoid it unless it's necessary. There were even times I completely lost it and lashed out at my friends because I had been hiding my true feelings about it, saying things I didn't mean and apologizing later... losing it is something that doesn't happen a lot, but there are times when I have a not-very-nice meltdown.

So, going back to my high school years, ignoring the fact that I literally got threatened by a girl I had finally stood up to, the cute nicknames started. Weird, ugly, slut (for some reason I don't understand)... but weird was their favorite name for me, and I remember that there was this one time, just one time, where I was called autistic. And so I spend those first years with a friend who was kind of toxic to me, but honestly fuck her so I'm not going to talk about her. And finally, the last two years of high school is when I decided to change schools, to maybe get some peace and meet new people, and the latter happened, but my friend and other girls decided to transfer as well and there was one of them who decided to start calling me dumb for no good reason, the toxic friend as well but in a more passive-aggressive "I'm joking" way - so much that I started to believe it and got addicted to taking IQ quizzes just to prove myself that I wasn't dumb (the last one I took I got a 115 score, so I guess I'm proud of myself and got over that, a little bit). PS if you want an update on which names are some people calling me now are immature, which I really hate, and if it was in a constructive way of saying instead of a strategy to make me cry and win an argument they were losing then I wouldn't mind that much... the name kinda stopped and at least that brings me relief. And FYI, those two last years were kind of better despite being called dumb all the time, because at the end of the day I made friends.

And where are those friends, you ask? we grew apart, and it makes me grow a fear of not being able to keep friendships. And of course, I'm not saying that everyone is the problem but me, I mean, I'm a really weird person, and not knowing how to express myself or just be myself - spending my time catering to others and giving way too much just to keep friendships I desperately want to hold on to. I guess I can be annoying, repetitive - or both, well not "I guess", I know I can be, but you don't have to be mean or laugh at me for that.

Even now that I have friends, they are three but I can be myself for once with them, every time I meet other people I am very very wary, and just tone everything down so they don't think I'm weird.

So, all in all, I have trust issues, and social anxiety, probably but most probably ADD with a maladaptive daydream, and after all, I still think there's a possibility of me having autism but still confused if I had been masking for a long time or not. This is very confusing.

I'm not gonna tag tags, so boring.

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The NEXT Conference

I started working on this on 11/08/2022 Tuesday.

Hello, everyone. This short story will be the sequel to this one below.

also, look at this.

I hope you enjoyed these, too.

As of today, 11/08/2022, I'm still suffering sleep deprivation from over a week's worth of lack of adequate sleep. I slept for about 7 hours last night. The previous nights, I got very little sleep. That's not going to stop me from writing. If my writing is bad today, it can always be improved & edited at a later date. Thanks for reading, & thanks for the support.

Consider this YouTube video for reference. PLEASE watch it!

Mind Control Made Easy. Become a cult leader today.

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Timberwood: Short Stories Edition - Vol. 26

Ever since some of the former Timberwood cult members found out the truth, they've been doing whatever they could, to defy the cult. The cult wanted everyone to believe that they're in it for life, & that there's no escape. Some people didn't have a say-so in refusing to join. Unfortunately, they were abused, bullied & coerced to join. Some were brought up in it as babies & children. Born into it.

Kristina was trying to let everyone know that yes, there IS a way out. That the cult just wants to trap you in order to set you up to go to hell when you die. The cult brainwashes their members to believe that being sex trafficked for money & being physically pretty is their earthly "salvation". But the members don't realize that until after they've awakened from their MK Ultra mind control trance.

Some additional members left Timberwood, after rejecting the truth for over a decade. Mr. Earl Price, Sr. had an idea for a Counter Conference. That is, a conference that defies the fake Timberwood cult traditions. He regrets rejecting the truth for so long, & is finally ready to come into his acceptance. He even renounced his freemasonry membership. He urged his family members to leave. His son, Earl, Jr. ("Kurl" AKA Kurlicious) was already out of the cult & suffering as a homeless targeted individual, right along with his best friend, Carlos Sanchez. Kristina warned everyone to EXPECT to be surveilled, sabotaged & gang stalked for leaving the cult.

[Author's Note: Even in the 1st "conference" short story, some of the members who were present in the cult at that moment defied the rules, but had to pay DEARLY for it!]

1 of Mr. Earl's nieces, Trenise, teamed up with Jessica to help me, Nola Bordelon, to get my own hotel room, by myself. This time, it was in the Winter. We settled with going to stay at a ski resort in Colorado. It was just before the so-called "Christmas" holidays.

Taschika was jokingly telling her sister, Kristina, "Hey, activity planner! Let's whip up an itinerary."

After that, everyone joked & laughed about how Kristina's supposed "role" or "job title" in the cult was the "Activity Coordinator", but she never really got to plan or coordinate any leisure activities because she was so busy trying to fight against being sex trafficked & trying to get out of that trapped maze of being a cult sex slave. When she was in Timberwood, all of her plans were unsuccessful because of sabotage. It was all orchestrated & planned. She was tricked into thinking that she was going to get a job as an Activity Coordinator, since she has a Master's degree in psychology & also a Master's in Mathematics & Applied Engineering. Now, here's her chance to be the Activity Coordinator AWAY FROM Timberwood. Yep. Remember those Fruit Fest events?

Mr. Earl's nephew, Kendall & also his niece, Trenise, joined in & helped Kristina plan this trip out. The trip was like a 2-week long retreat with post-cult support group meetings 2 hours a day, 5 days a week. We gave ourselves the weekends off, for leisure activities. Timberwood didn't like what we were doing, so they planted fake "agents" who pretended like they wanted out, as usual. But they weren't successful in their plans to destroy us.

Each 2-hour meeting day was a different topic. Sometimes, there was even that open talk "venting". Everyone surely missed Mr. Tharen, Sr. hosting the meetings. They would wonder up what would things be like, if he wasn't murdered off for attempting to self-publish his tell-all book on how the Timberwood cult ruined his family. Instead, his baby brother, Mr. Tim (the youngest) took his place & started hosting all the meetings. The former Timberwood cult members wonder whether or not Mr. Tim will write his own version of a tell-all book, exposing the cult. Mr. Tim would also be risking his life. He's already risking his life, hosting the meetings.

Mr. Earl, Sr. felt deep sorrow for his mistakes & his wrongs. He had enough money to treat & house everyone who wanted to come & learn the truth. He supplied the finances, while Kristina, her husband, Tharen, Jr. & also Trenise & her brother Kendall helped plan out the trip.

Kendall rented out 5 charter buses for everyone, to take us wherever we wanted. We mostly stayed at Vail Ski Resort. Mr. Earl, Sr. paid for everyone's hotel rooms, while a guy, named Chancey, paid for everyone's food & excess spending. We did a little bit of shopping & got a few souvenirs, but not too much, because we learned the truth about materialism & consumerism. Trying not to be covetous.

Trenise's nephew, Tremarcus, whom they call "Spidey-Cat", is her sister, Tracie's son. Spidey-Cat, along with Mrs. Jacqueline Smith's son, Jacob, teamed up with Tracie's new boyfriend, Freddy (Kristina's childhood friend), Jamaal & the Latin Boys, as well as me, to go around different neighborhoods in Colorado, New Mexico, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Arizona, Utah and Wyoming to go pass out flyers (gospel tracts) that warn people against joining cults, while simultaneously sharing & spreading the Gospel & educating people about Timberwood. We did 1 state a day, for 4 days, each week. 3 days off. Lol! Mrs. Jackie was the van driver. She didn't mind. She loved it.

Some former Jehovah's Witnesses, Mormons, Scientologists & other former cult members from other cult groups joined us on our retreat, as the days went by. Even a few Hollywood celebrities. That made Timberwood even MORE mad! More people were waking up to the truth, leaving Timberwood & other cults & turning to Jesus Christ. Timberwood HATED it!

On our chill days, on weekends, we would go to visit different lakes, hot springs, amusement parks, museums, etc. The guys went hunting & fishing. We made sure there was no drama or fighting. Everything was peaceful. No rebellion against our group because the infiltrators were spotted, called out & ejected at the 1st offense. There was that reminder that there's strength in numbers.

At the end, there was even a farewell fruit fest party, just before we left Vail Ski Resort. The trip was broadcasted Live on every social media platform you can think of. Timberwood was defenseless & couldn't do anything about it. How's THAT for showing the devil who's boss?

THE END

Edited & finished on 11/21/2022.

I probably might re-edit, amend & add more during a time when I'm less sleep deprived.

#short fiction #fiction #buy me a kofi #ko fi post #cults #writing community #writers of tumblr #Youtube

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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The Bucket List (doyoung/taeyong)

Doyoung’s always been a bit depressed, but this last year has really put him through the wringer and he’s been pretty suicidal. So his therapist cuts him a deal. Make a bucket list. A real, actual bucket list, of all the things he wants to experience, and then do everything on that list. If, at the end of the list, he still wants to kill himself, then they’ll go from there. His therapist has a feeling that won’t be the case. Doyoung would beg to differ, but he plays along anyway. And then he meets Taeyong, who finds out about the bucket list and makes it his mission to help Doyoung fall in love with being alive again.

Chapter 1: The List | next mlist

Characters: Doyoung, Taeyong; misc family members

Genre: heavy angst, eventual romance, slow burn, hurt/comfort, college!au

Pairing: Doyoung/Taeyong

Warnings: discussions of suicide, depression, self harm, mental illness; homophobia, bullying, family dysfunction. heavy heavy shit. please read my note below.

Rating: Teen & Up

Length: 3k

This work is very heavy, and potentially triggering. There are serious, lengthy, and often detailed discussions of bullying, homophobia, mental illness, self-harm, and suicide. Please proceed with caution.

It was a bit of a trial to write because of this, so I have to pause to thank my beta readers, Margot (@perfeggso) and Leon (@jongins-tiddies), for their tireless energy in editing this fic and for offering to share in its burden. They are the best beta readers a writer could ask for, and, more importantly, the best friends in the world. I could not have completed something this difficult without their help.

All that being said, this work was also incredibly therapeutic to write. While it is a story of grief and loss, it is also one of joy, healing, and hope. I hope you will find it as comforting as you may find it heart-wrenching, just as I have.

Lastly, if you or a loved one are suffering from severe depression and suicidal ideation, please seek help if you can. I will be linking resources at the bottom of each chapter; please use them if you need them. Remember that life is always more than just the things you have lost. It is not easy and it is not mandatory, but to commit to the act of living is one of the best and bravest things anybody can do. If you have found the strength to do so today, you have my respect. And if you have not, but you’re here anyway, you have my love in addition. Happy reading!

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The A/C is humming louder than usual today, though it’s no hotter out than it was when Doyoung was here a week ago. How often does A/C need maintenance? Maybe that’s why; maybe the mechanisms inside are heating up, and he won’t even know it before he’s blasted backwards by the force of the explosion.

“Doyoung.” Doyoung snaps his gaze forward, realizing he’s been completely zoning out. “I don’t think your parents are paying me to watch you stare out the window.”

“Sorry, Dr. Cha,” Doyoung mumbles.

“It’s alright.” His therapist leans back, relaxed now that she has his attention again. “You seem… distracted today, clearly. Your mind is distant. It’s been nearly ten minutes and you’ve spoken about five words to me. What is it?”

Doyoung looks down at his lap where his hands lie limp against his thighs. His thumb twitches, chasing a loose thread along the seam of his shorts. “It’s nothing,” he says. “Like literally nothing. There’s nothing in here.” He taps his temple, looking back up. “It’s like… radio static.”

“Ah.” Dr. Cha nods. “Say more. What kind of nothing is it?”

Doyoung thinks for a minute. He tries not to lie to Dr. Cha. He knows she’s supposed to help. He wants her to be able to help him, though he doubts anybody actually can. But it’s nice to pretend, so for the most part he tends to play along. “It’s just… empty. Like most days. But more today than usual, I guess.” He tilts his head to the side, trying to find another way to explain. The more words you use, the more ways I can find to help you, Dr. Cha had told him during their first session. “It just kind of feels like… there’s nothing left.” He snorts to himself softly. “That sounds bad, doesn’t it?”

Dr. Cha offers him a small smile. “Yes,” she says. “I don’t think you’d be here if it didn’t.”

This is another reason why Doyoung tries not to lie to Dr. Cha—because she doesn’t crucify him for telling the truth, or freak out and threaten to call his parents or the hospital. She knows when he’s really in danger and when he’s just expressing some latent frustration. It’s the latter today; they both know it, so there’s no need for panic or crucifixion.

Doyoung spreads his hands. “I just feel… stagnant, I guess. No offense,” he adds. “You’re doing your best. I just… don’t know if I’m ever going to get better. Like I think this is it. This is going to be it for the rest of my life. Which… makes me ask, like, what’s the point?”

Dr. Cha nods slowly. “I see,” she says. “Empty, as in void of meaning or purpose. That’s never good.”

“No,” Doyoung agrees. He doesn’t ask what he should do. Dr. Cha will offer him a solution if she has one.

“How strong is the suicidal ideation?” Dr. Cha asks.

Doyoung likes this about Dr. Cha, too. She doesn’t mince words. She doesn’t waste time trying to trick him into answering with pretty euphemisms. She doesn’t try to dumb things down or talk to Doyoung like he’s a kid. She asks, and hopes he’ll be just as frank in his response.

“Medium?” Doyoung estimates. “It’s there, but nothing concrete.”

“Okay.” Dr. Cha sets her notepad aside; she flipped it to a new page when Doyoung walked in, and it has remained blank. “I have a proposal for you, then. You’re not busy this summer?”

Doyoung shakes his head. “My parents didn’t want me working.”

“Right. Okay, so here’s the proposal. I want you to make a bucket list.”

Doyoung blinks. “What, like shit I want to do before I die?”

“Yes.” Dr. Cha’s tone is light, but her eyes are serious. “That’ll be your homework this week. Make a bucket list, bring it to me, and then I want you to do all the things on that list. Or as many things as possible. We can talk about it once the list is made. And after you’ve completed it, to the best of your ability, we’ll see where you stand. And if, after you complete the list, you still feel like killing yourself, we’ll go from there.”

Doyoung arches an eyebrow at her. “And what if I don’t want to do anything?” he asks, maybe challenges. “What if there’s nothing on that list?”

Dr. Cha regards him for a moment. “I don’t think that’s true, though, Doyoung,” she says. Her voice is gentle. Rarely does she pull the classic therapist card of Telling The Patient How They Feel, so Doyoung knows she means it. “I think there is something keeping you here, and I think it’s more than fear and more than duty to your family, and more than the paralysis that comes with the exhaustion of depression. I’d like you to think about what it might be.”

Doyoung drops the snark. She’s being sincere; he ought to be as well. “Okay,” he says. “But what if my list is pretty short? I feel like not a lot is going to change if I only have, like, three things on it.”

“Well, if there are only three things, then there are only three things,” Dr. Cha says with a shrug. “I’m not going to give you a minimum. But I do want you to go home and think about it, like really think about it, okay? Can we agree to that? You put real effort into this, and I’ll meet you wherever you end up.” She holds his gaze for a second. “Even if it’s only three things.”

Doyoung nods. “Alright,” he agrees. “The terms seem fair. It’s a deal.”

Dr. Cha smiles and offers her hand to shake. Doyoung accepts it. “It’s a deal,” she repeats. The A/C hums, bearing witness.

; ; ;

Doyoung takes the long way home. He knows it might make his parents worry, but there’s really only a couple places he can be where their worry is minimal: at therapy (he’s done for the week), at home (very quiet, very lonely, very boring), or on the way home (at least he can turn his music up really loud).

It’s kind of always been this way. His parents relaxed a little during high school, probably because they realized he’d sneak out anyway, and they’d rather give him an environment he could be honest in so they’d at least know where to start looking if something happened. But then so many things happened this last year, and Doyoung got a lot worse, and his parents got nervous again.

There’s no rule that says Doyoung can’t be out when he wants. He’s an adult now, by both American and Korean standards, so there’s little anyone could do to stop him. But he knows they worry. He’d rather have one less thing to feel guilty about.

So he takes the long way home, but he also speeds a little, which he realizes after he pulls into his driveway was counterproductive on two counts, but it doesn’t matter. The house is silent; his parents must still be working. Doyoung sighs, tossing his keys in the basket by the door and meandering into the kitchen to get a snack before trudging upstairs to his room.

He switches between games for the next couple of hours, hoping it’ll distract him for a while so he can stop thinking about everything, which is to say thinking about absolutely nothing until he can feel the space between his brain and his skull. It works, for the most part.

He could go out, maybe, try to do the things that people say are supposed to make you feel good, like running and yoga and smelling the flowers, or maybe drugs if he wants to be more realistic, but if he goes out then he might as well get a job, and he doesn’t want one of those, so he stays in.

His father gets home first and starts on dinner. Doyoung can smell the frying garlic from his room, but he doesn’t close his door. It’s homey, and reminds him of when he was little. Their cook used to make the best fried rice starting that way—garlic browning in hot oil, rich and fragrant. But even a known outsider is still an outsider, and eventually his parents terminated the cook’s service, too private to allow even a shadow past the threshold, even though they could certainly afford it.

His mother arrives around when Doyoung is setting the table. She, like his father, hardly says hello. It suits Doyoung just fine. They sit down without much conversation and begin to eat.

“How was therapy?” his mother asks after they’ve finished their soup.

“Fine,” Doyoung says quietly.

“Good,” she says absently. “That’s good.”

The rest of dinner is wordless.

; ; ;

Doyoung stares down at the blank sheet of paper. He’s written “BUCKET LIST” at the top. That was half an hour ago. He hasn’t thought of anything. To give himself something to do, he underlines the title.

He lets another fifteen minutes pass before pushing the paper aside and grabbing a new one. If he can’t think of things he wants to do, maybe he can start with things he wants. “WANTS”, he titles this page.

I want, he writes, and then stops. Everything he wants is impossible.

He wishes he could be like everyone else. He wishes he could want normal things—a job he likes, a house, a family. He used to, when he was little. He’s pretty sure, anyway. When he was a kid, he wanted to be a doctor, or maybe a singer. But he’s not smart enough to be a doctor, and singers don’t make a lot of money unless they get really lucky, so those dreams were soon tossed out.

And it didn’t help that he never quite fit in. He was always too skinny, too quiet, too weird. He went through most of his childhood with the vague inkling that there was something wrong with him, but it took him a while to figure out what. The other kids knew, too—not specifically at first, but they could smell otherness like a shark smells blood. Any friends he made never stayed for long, quickly realizing that proximity to Doyoung meant a share of the bullying he suffered. Doyoung couldn’t fault them for trying to save themselves. So dreams were quickly pushed back in favor of a focus on survival.

It wasn’t until middle school that Doyoung first heard the words that pinned him down, like a butterfly on a display board, and labeled him for what he was: queer. Faggot. Fairy. He’d been slowly coming to the realization himself, but hearing it from others cemented it. He was gay, and there was nothing anybody could do about it, try as they might. It was the most riveting thing to happen in their school, so there was nothing to shield Doyoung from the stares and the whispers and, eventually, the beatings, when other boys realized they could assert their own heterosexuality by punishing Doyoung for his lack of it.

When Doyoung told his parents, they brought it to the school. They were donors, big ones; that wasn’t something the board wanted to risk. The physical violence stopped, at least mostly, but the other violence stayed—the quiet kind, the kind that leaves no visible mark. Doyoung didn’t bother bringing it up again. He knew there was nothing anybody could do.

When his parents discovered healing cuts up his wrists and on the insides of his forearms, they sent him to therapy. It was very hush-hush; no one wanted the dishonor and embarrassment of having a mentally ill son, especially not one that would never be a man, that came out crooked, that would never be quite right. Doyoung knows he’s always been his parents' greatest disappointment and greatest failure. Even now. Maybe especially now.

I want, he had written. He looks down at it until the letters blur, until the words don’t look like words anymore. It’s not untrue. He wants. He’s not sure what, exactly, but he wants. He thinks that proves Dr. Cha right. He’s stuck around this long for a reason. He picks up his pen again; he doesn’t know when it had slipped from his fingers.

I want to want things again.

I want to be normal.

I want to stop feeling like this, or I want it all to be over.

I want to feel alive again!!!!

Doyoung dots another exclamation point. Maybe that’s where the suicidal urge comes from. He already feels dead. He might as well finish the job, right? He’s searching for completion. He’s whatever the opposite of a zombie is—instead of a craving to fill whatever he’s missing, it’s a craving to let the empty shell be put to rest. Nothing is meant to exist between the realms of the living and the dead. He’d like to go one way or another, and barring the more attractive, albeit less acceptable option, he only has one choice. He has to try to feel alive again.

He looks around his room. It looks as dead as he feels. When did he last feel alive? He’s not sure he remembers. He’s not sure he ever did.

He pulls the first page back in front of him, and after pausing for a moment to consider the phrasing, begins to write.

; ; ;

Doyoung unfolds and refolds the paper between his hands as he waits for Dr. Cha to come retrieve him. He considers only now that the things on his list are mundane, silly even. A bucket list should be grand, contain items like travel the world, go skydiving, raise a child. His list is very plain in comparison.

But there’s nothing for it now. Dr. Cha sticks her head out the door and motions for Doyoung to follow her inside. He lurches to his feet and follows her down the hall.

“So?” she says once they’re settled in her office. “How did it go?”

“I have more than three,” Doyoung says, somewhat sheepishly.

“Yeah?” Dr. Cha replies, amusement flickering across her face. “How many? Four?”

“Seven,” Doyoung says, rolling his eyes as he unfolds the paper and lays it flat on the table between them. They both lean in to look.

Try every single sample at costco in a single visit

Have dessert for a meal

Pull an all-nighter for fun

Swim in the sea at night

Go camping somewhere with no light pollution (so I can see all the stars)

Go out in a thunderstorm and let myself get soaked

Fall in love?

Dr. Cha takes a minute to look it over, saying nothing. For once, Doyoung is nervous about her reaction. He fidgets.

“I know it’s lame,” he begins, but she holds up a hand. Doyoung is grateful; he’s not even sure what he would’ve said, what excuse he might’ve given.

“On the contrary,” she says. “I think you held up your end of the bargain. You thought hard about it. You made them things you could feasibly do. I can tell they’re meaningful.” She looks up. “Walk me through it. How did you come up with this list?”

Doyoung settles back into his chair, relieved. “At first I thought it would be full of ridiculous things. Don’t people usually say, ‘Oh, I want to visit Bora Bora before I die,’ or something like that?”

Dr. Cha shrugs. “I think it depends on the person.”

“I suppose.” Doyoung looks down at the list. “So then I was like, okay, what do I want, right? And I think other than wanting to, you know, die, I want to feel alive. So I just… started thinking of things that might make me feel that way. And I ended up with this.”

Dr. Cha points to the last item. “Why the question mark?”

“It requires another party,” Doyoung replies. “I don’t know anybody. And I know… like, love won’t fix me,” he says. “I just… haven’t been in love before. Not really. So I thought it might be nice to try out, before I close the curtain.”

“Fair enough. It’s not like I think any of these individual items will ‘fix’ you, either.” Dr. Cha sits back, pen poised. “Mind if I copy it down? Just for my reference?”

“Sure,” Doyoung says, waving his hand.

They’re silent for a moment as Dr. Cha scribbles, and then she looks up, watching Doyoung carefully. “I will also add, I’m glad to see that these items—at least, to me—seem to be for you, and you alone. There’s no… outside influence.” Doyoung narrows his eyes at her, and she puts her hands up in surrender. “That’s all I’m saying. I think it’s good.”

“It’s good to be selfish,” Doyoung supplies wryly.

Dr. Cha gives him a fondly exasperated look. “For things like this? Yes,” she says. “I think you of all people deserve to be a little selfish, Doyoung.”

Doyoung doesn’t reply. She won’t like what he wants to say, will want to unpack it. Doyoung knows that’s what she’s for, unpacking, but he doesn’t want to, so he keeps it in his head. How can that be true? I’ve been selfish my whole life.

“You said you don’t think any of these things will fix me. So what’s the point? What’ll we do if I get to the bottom and nothing’s changed?” Doyoung asks instead.

“I seriously doubt that will be the case,” Dr. Cha says softly. “But if it is, we’ll work on it together. Is that good enough for now?”

Doyoung nods. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“As for the point,” Dr. Cha continues, “I think it’s different for everyone. It’s an excuse to stick around a while longer, see if the wind changes, right? Some people say it’s helped them realize things, because it makes you think—like you said, about what you want.”

“Some people?” Doyoung asks. “Other people have tried this?” Dr. Cha nods. “Did it work?”

Dr. Cha’s eyes turn a little sad. “On some,” she says quietly. Another thing Doyoung likes about Dr. Cha—she tries not to lie to him, too. “Not on all of them. But I think it’s worth a shot, if you’re willing to try.”

Doyoung gives her a dry smile. “I mean,” he says, raising his arms up a little, palms turned upwards, a sort of vague gesticulation at his whole life. “What do I have to lose?”

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I just realized something... I was talking to this person one time on a post before and as I was typing that’s when i realized something:

This is for my fellow Nobamaki & Itafushi shippers! If you guys don’t ship it then it’s okay! This is just like a small analysis in my eyes and the way I read things! I can be wrong or just love reaching on a shit ton of things but this is all for fun and I love sharing with you guys!

Let’s get started! Also, this contains spoilers!

Do you guys realize that Nobamaki/Itafushi actually parallel to each other? Let me explain in shitty English and basic grammar and vocabulary lol:

As I watch and read Jujutsu Kaisen I see a lot of parallels between characters; Gojo with Megumi or Yuji, Getou with Megumi and Yuji or Nobara and Maki... but what I want to parallel between characters is:

Yuji & Maki

1. Raw strength:

Both are hella fucking strong and for people who don’t have cursed techniques, they know how to kick fucking ass. What made me realize that both of them are the same is honestly during the baseball game. I like how we were able to see Maki and Yuji making a home run... okay well Momo fucked up Maki’s groove! Haha! But during the Tokyo vs Kyoto event, Maki and Yuji go ham on their enemy.

Yes, Maki used weapons but still, we can’t deny she got good speed and strength that is similar to Yuji’s. That’s why I wish I can see them both doing a bad ass duo fight together.

I have a small headcanon that Yuji actually enjoys training with Maki the most because I feel like he can understand someone who shares similarity in natural raw strength and speed. And Maki feels the same way and it’s a good excuse to bully Yuji as a joke. I would honestly love to see that! Lol!

2. Their story:

Yuji and Maki honestly have it bad. Yuji loosing his only family member (his abuelo) and becoming Sukuna’s vessel which leads him to a future execution. For Maki is the fact that her family treated her like garbage and having to leave her sister behind and eventually her sister dying.

Both Maki and Yuji share that same pain when it comes to loosing someone. We saw Yuji with Junpei and in the Shibuya Arc with Nanamin and Noabra. Again, Maki the same with Mai.

I think what made me even realize it MORE on how alike and how they parallel with each other are these images right here and how they worded their final saying:

In the Shibuya Arc, Yuji lost it. He lost it with Nanamin and Nobara (but luckily for Todo, he was able to pick his feet back up).

If I was Yuji, I would’ve reacted the same way because imagine having the idea you want to save people no matter what but people keeps dying around you or by you? It’s tiring and I would’ve had a mental breakdown too.

After kicking Mahito’s ass, Yuji says there is no reason anymore. For me, when Maki’s arc came it really reminded me of this:

When Mai died and was killed by her own dad. Her dad took away someone who was precious to Maki no matter how much they didn’t get along. Maki really wanted to create the Zenin clan just for Mai to be safe and free.

Again, same with Maki, I would’ve killed the whole clan too because of how in general the Zenin clan is and how they treat people.

3. Having a “curse”:

Nanamin to Yuji: “You’ve got it from here”

Mai to Maki: “destroy everything”

I don’t necessarily mean a curse curse but it’s more like final words that someone important to them said before dying.

For Yuji, he won’t die because Nanamin believes that Yuji can move forward and save the world.

As for Maki, Mai tells her to destroy everything in order for things to change (I might be wrong). It’s for the Zenin clan to start fresh. That is another way I kinda Interpreted (again, I can be wrong). Maki still isn’t done with destroying things plus she is going to move forward just like Yuji.

I have a thing that if the higher ups find out about Maki, she would be on the verge of being executed as well. So imagine both Maki and Yuji together being executed.

Now on to the next pair!

Megumi & Nobara

Again, this is just me analyzing. But if you ship Itafushi and Nobamaki, you can actually see another pair that parallels to each other but so far I haven’t seen anyone compare them yet, or it’s just me lol!

1. No rivalries:

I think what I love about these ships so damn much is that there is NO RIVALRIES. Even if you don’t ship them you have to admit it is amazing seeing a m/m or f/f getting along without being damn rivals. I’m glad Gege decided not to do that especially towards the women because it does get so tiring that two women don’t like each other for no damn reason or fighting over the main guy or other main guy. At least when Nobara didn’t like Mai or Momo, she had a reason for not liking them.

And don’t get me started with Megumi and Yuji. I was so happy to finally see two boys be friends instead of the usual, boring rivalries. I’m a be honest with you, I was pretty shocked that Gege was able to make Megumi and Yuji be so close and trust each other as friends. It’s a breath of fresh air for the two ships like omg I was happy not seeing the basic shonen bullshit with the f/f and m/m relationship.

2. Hyping up their pairs:

What I mean by hyping them up, I’m talking about the potential that Maki and Yuji has that Nobara and Megumi sees from them. Nobara since the start acknowledge that Maki is strong and vice versa with Megumi with Yuji. What made me see that Nobara knows that Maki is just amazing and strong was during the baseball when Maki was able to hit almost a home run. Nobara just knew that Maki would be able to make that home run but again Momo ruined her moment! Lol!

As for Megumi, we see while the Tokyo students came up with a strategy to win against the Kyoto students, we see him saying that Yuji can actually beat all their asses without curse energy or energy(one of those). Megumi reassures to people that Yuji can take care of himself and is very useful. Another time Megumi reassured that Yuji is strong is when he was in his bed healing from Hanami’s attacks and when they fought tiger against that one dude (forgot his name)

3. Thinking about them/defending them:

Now… this is really what made me think why Nobara and Megumi parallel with each other

It’s becasue I feel like they’re the ones who are more attached and over protective with Yuji and Maki than how Maki and Yuji are with them.

Now, I’m not saying it’s vice verse with Maki and Yuji. But I’m talking about how Nobara and Megumi expresses it. Let me explain:

While reading and watching JJK, we see how Nobara is with Maki compared to anyone else. And no, I’m not saying that Nobara isn’t overprotective with Megumi or Yuji but just the way she is towards Maki. I would honest love to see how these girls got along and how they became close!

Ever since Maki and Nobara had that deep conversation about why Maki choose to be a sorcerer, that is when I actually started shipping them because of how much respect Nobara has towards Maki and it continues to develop more and more with the two of them. We saw how Nobara got super defensive when she fought against Mai (First time) and started dissing Mai. The second time was with Momo, when she was straight up talking shit about Maki.

I love how when Nobara was talking about Maki and Yuji when fighting against Momo. However, I felt a different vibe towards it as well. What I mean by that is that I got more of a “big sister vibe” toward Yuji and a “I love and respect Maki”

But again, I feel like Nobara had some sort of feeling and attachment toward Maki ever since that fight with Momo and more than anyone else too. However, that is just me though! You do t have to agree with my reaching!

For Megumi and Yuji… First of all… Megumi would not hesitate to pull a trigger if anyone is trying to harm Yuji. What made me see that was against Kamo and the Kyoto students. I swear that day Megumi was literally about to commit murder.

Yeah, Nobara got pissed but she went easy on them, but Megumi didn’t. Oh no, he was about to commit a felony. He wanted all the smoke. He wanted that curse. I swear I even felt how pissed he was. I just feel like every time and separates, shit goes down the wrong way and everything goes wrong.

For me, shipping Megumi and Yuji is a whole ass different post but I won’t do that lmao same with Nobamaki because I can write a whole ass essay why I love how compatibly/perfect for each other lol

Bonus:

But guess what… during the Kyoto and Tokyo event, same shit happened with Megumi like Nobara: Megumi was thinking of Tsumiki and Yuji. And again, I felt like it was still different when Megumi was thinking of Tsumiki and Yuji. I find it crazy how Nobara and Megumi were thinking about two people during that event:

Nobara: Maki & Yuji Megumi: Yuji & Tsumiki

This is my personal favorite image of Nobara and Megumi. *wink wink* it’s basically the same image on who is important to to them.

Again, for Nobara and Yuji’s relationship, I just love the way it is. She gives me “big sister” energy towards Yuji and vice verse. Yuji and Nobara are those chaotic siblings that are the hyper ones while Megumi and Maki are the chill ones that can actually keep them down. There has been one occasion where both Megumi and Maki calms Yuji and Nobara down because of how they were acting and I’m not gonna lie it’s kinda cute lmao:

4. Not leaving them:

During the Shibuya Arc, Maki and Nobara separates but at one panel, Nanamin was telling Nobara and Nitta that he was going to join the Zenins. Nobara quickly picked her head up and suggested that she wanted to join him in order for her to be with Maki (this is a stretch but hey Iike being dramatic) however, Nanamin quickly declines her and tells her that it’s too dangerous. I think she was disappointed that she couldn’t go, but hey, Nanamin is a gentleman and he knows when a child is gonna end up getting hurt. I thought it was cute that she was super worried about Maki and just doesn’t care and wanting to join her.

Now, up the recent chapters, Megumi really shows us that he doesn’t want Yuji leaving him or he wants to stay by his side. Those few chapters really made my heart feel some type of way because it just the way Megumi is for Yuji and I can honestly feel how much he cares for him. As I mentioned above, I feel like everything goes to shit when those two aren’t together and I hope that they develop more and more. There has been two more occasions where Fushi doesn’t want Yuji to be left behind; one during when they were in prison and the second during the fight against Hanamin. The eyes that Fushiguro gives Yuji is full of trauma and careness.

In conclusion, I can’t wait for Nobamaki and Itafushi to develop more and more in future chapters. Again, you guys don’t have to agree with me on this. This is just for fun and sharing is fun too! If I’m overreaching then I’m sorry I just can’t help it :(!!

I hope you guys enjoyed my lil analysis! I’m sorry for the bad writing, I’m not very good at translating my feelings as I’m typing because my brain goes all over the place lol! But please, feel free to comment or give me an ask! I’ll be happy to elaborate more for you guys!

Stay safe y’all! And good night or morning!

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