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erabu-san · 2 days

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tighnari saying cyno and sethos are like brothers at the end of this quest... cyno really is collecting siblings like pokemon. good for him!!

Yeeeessss!!

In my HC, Cyno put a lot of attention in family.

Firstly because Cyrus was his only one family when he was a kid with amnesia, but also he grown up with Lisa as colleague under the same professor, but both of them consider Cyrus as a parental figure : without saying anything, a link it made of brother/sister. Cyno never knows his family by blood, and I think he was curious once. But he is satisfy with his current family ! And for him, family doesn't need to blood related. And if I remember well, Cyno said (during Windblum event, EVENT EXTREMELY IMPORTANT FOR ME 😭🫶) something like it is pretty current people in Akademiya becomes a family for study. It was his case ! Cyrus becomes his dad figure, Lisa, her senior, is like a big sister (I wouldn't never forget when she calls him little brother/baby brother) (AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA !!! <3). And when in windblum Cyno came visited Lisa, during their conversation, Cyno is the one mentionning the family bond she has with Cyrus "you are also part of the family, Lisa. It is normal for a daughter to talk like his father" (*CRYING*)! It sounds a tiny detail but I feel like this is so important for him.

Then came Tighnari, aka the first friend he had ever ! (I am a bit lost in chronology tho. In Tighnari's backsto, we learn they met when Cyno was already the general mahamatra while Tighnari was a student new-ly popular. But in Cyno's quest, we learn that they were student when they met ?? So Cyno was student and General ? 🤔 welp, I am still unsure but now I include it in my HC/brainrot kskdkd). And also Collei ! Collei is a bit more complicated, in term that she wasn't comfortable around him for a long time being. But even when she wasn't comfortable around him at first, she still gave him a bookmark handmade during windblum and saying he is like a family for him (I AM ON THE FLOOR). Tighnari and Cyno both consider Collei like a little sister, and bahaha when they "fight" about "who is the older one" and tighnari don't want to admit this loser being the older oh gosh i love theeeeeeem (I will never recover from "oh yeah but you're younger in your head, Collei could be your big sis !" "I wouldn't never say I am the youngest !!! Except if it is for an opportunity for winning TCG by shocking my opponent.." cyno you are so real). But during this windblum event again, Cyno said something like "you know Collei, tighnari said we are not an akademiya family, and he doesn't want to work on a post together" and this is SUPER IMPORTANT because for Cyno, as you can see earlier, only had family by study (Cyrus, Lisa). He worked, studied and published with his father and Lisa. And also, he did homework with Tighnari that he considers like a brother in soul. But the fact he was "refused" to do work with Collei and him, kind of make him feel to tell Collei "yeah we r family but, tighnari... ):"

As Tighnari answered "You know, we can consider ourself as a normal family" AND THAT'S SOSO IMPORTANT. In my HC, Tighnari is the one in group having a "good family" (not in sumeru cast, I believe it is Nilou who has the healthiest family). He knows what a family is supposed to, he grew up with parents who teach him a lot of thing and he explored with them. Anyway Tighnari is a healthy kid, he knows that they don't need to work on a project together to be a family. Oh and that's also why I HC him Aromantic, AroAce persons value platonic and familyship a lot more than romantic, so he doesn't know mind that Collei and Cyno who are not blood related to him are like a true family for him !

(Before continue, I want to talk his bond with Collei ; I believe he can relates on how Collei suffered from the seal, because Cyno who might forget his past, he remembers the pain. That's how in Tighnari's voiceline, Cyno often check how Collei is going w/o her noticing. Even when Collei was aware of Cyno and under Tighnari care, he was ready to help her. And in the first story quest, Tighnari said that she still awares of him. I wonder how often they talk abt Collei !! I am sure Cyno shares to Tighnari how much he woud like to get along with her, and that's how Tighnari gives him opportunity like this one official art when in description Tighnari said "I asked Collei to bring Cyno")

And so, that's how in Cyno's quest we were able to see all his closest friends. Tighnari Collei Kaveh Alhaitham Candace Dehya Faruzan (and Traveler). Everyone was worried for him, was wishing to help him, and was here for him. And Cyno also noticed he is less alone (GOOD FOR HIM). And now, there is Sethos, a man coming from nowhere in this life, but an important man ; they didn't spend life together but they can feel a deep connection bcuz of both of their backstory. Sethos might be the closest to understand all his doubt a long time ago (and Cyno IS the closest person for Sethos to relate). And IN CYNO'S VOICELINE ABOUT SETHOS "Aren't we his best friends of whole Sumeru city ?! 😐" Cyno pulled the power of friendship and adopt him in his big family circle.

ANYWAY WOW IT IS ONLY 8AM AND I AM HERE ALREADY YAPPING ABOUT CYNO BAHAHAHA

But genshin impact is for me more family impact that anything 😭 🫶 (and that's also why I am stuck with sumeru while FONTAINE AND THE HOUSE OF HEARTH ARE JUST RIGHT HERE ?!?!) after all, we are playing a traveler who is searching their twin !

Thank you for reading my talk, anon

#reply #I feel embarassed everytime I do a long text because I know there is mistake but I am lazy to look at it #“so abt cyno..” and for an hour I will talk about them.#cyno is my comfort character as you can see KGBSKGKS #i am less into deep lore and theory even if I try #but my attachment to him manifest on how I analyse his feeling/reaction to something #and I love it when he talks in game and it matches my interpretation #bUT THAT'S ALSO I AM STILL SHOCK ABT THE FACT HE WAS STUDENT WHEN HE MET TIGHNARI ????#it is not a bad thing but I clearly didn't expect that since in my head he was already a general who already graduated #that's the only thing I didn't expect and it disturb me in sense of “oh weird do i need to change my perception?”#it is hard to explain #glad I am flexible with my point of view tho haha

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honeipie · 10 hours

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THE TOAST

izuku midoryia x fem!reader

synopsis: a wedding toast to remember

you felt sick to your stomach.

this wasn't something that you'd volunteered to do, but izuku begged you too.

so you said yes. one, because you're a fucking pushover. two, you loved him more than anyone. taking your glass you rose to your feet standing next to the table. taking one of the forks you carefully tapped it against your glass. making sure it was loud enough for everyone to quiet down. heart hammering in your chest you placed the fork and glass down to grab the microphone being handed to you.

"thank you," you awkwardly made sure that it was the right distance from your mouth before continuing "sorry for interrupting your conversations everyone. it's just that the time for speeches has come upon us and i would like to start us off."

you took a look around the room with a smile on your face. it was a small group of people, but you had grown to know almost each and every one of them and were thankful they could come and support.

"it is amazing to see everyone. i am so glad that we could come together to support the newly married couple. izuku midoryia and ochako uraraka" you stepped aside to let everyone get a good view of the table beside you. sitting there was ochako uraraka, a pro-hero, an old acquaintance, and now a wife to your best friend.

izuku midoryia.

your best friend since day one. the guy who you came to with all your problems, and him coming to you in return. the guy who you've had a crush on for years, but never got the chance to express your feelings because he was always in and out with her. the guy who you'd now never have because he was a married man.

the applause in the room almost came close to the thundering of your heart in your chest. so much so that you almost didn't know when the apluse had finished or started. izuku had to snap just to get you out of your trance.

"y/n? you okay there?"

"uh, yeah sorry! just um- trying to remember what i wrote" you took a deep breath opening the paper you had been balling up in your fist "my name is y/n. i am izuku midoryia's best friend, sorry kacchan"

this made people laugh, and the blond moved his hand under the table just to flip you off. you couldn't help but chuckle "we've only known each other since the beginning of our first year, but we still clicked automatically. how we met is actually a funny story. one day i asked him about something all might related. i am looking back on how much of a mistake that was.." you mumbled into the mic making people chuckle. izuku put on mock offense with his hand over his chest.

"i take offense to that!"

"too bad! it isn't your speech. when izuku asked me if i wanted to be his best woman i said ‘what the hell? no. that cannot be a real thing’. but he mentioned it would mean a lot to him so i said yes, and i am so grateful i did. because everyone should be able to experience a love like these two”

you were slowly starting to get the hang of this. the people's laughter and enthusiasm alleviated your unease.

though it came back as quickly as it left.

you glanced over to notice that ochako had taken his hand over the table. the way she moved you could tell she was squeezing his in comfort. something you couldn’t do.

“when izuku first started to like ochako. it started out with small looks across the classroom. how he would blush so much when he talked to her. it was obvious to everyone, well, everyone but each other. it was one day in our third year that he really got serious about asking her out. so we set up a little proposal and he asked her out that week”

as you paused, ochako leaned to whisper “i never knew she helped you with that. i though it was just you izu”

he just shrugged whispering back “yeah, she helped me with most of my stuff back then. you know i was awkward”

“those weeks turned into months, which turned into years. when he told me he wanted to propose i could see that this was it. he had found the person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life”

izuku turned to ochako placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. a lump started to form in your throat. the memories from that day coming flooding back. the dread that washed over you when you heard ochako and marriage in the same sentence. at least when they were dating you at least had a chance. but marriage? game over.

"so he set up a beautiful proposal for a beautiful woman" you gave ochako a small smile which she returned.

both you and ochako had become.. cordial over the years. she would never exclude you from anything, but you simply didn’t fly in the same circles.

“to end off this speech, i just want to leave you with this quote that i spent weeks.. searching the internet for" the crowd laughed as you pulled up your phone "love is like wind, you can't see it but you can feel it. now being honest, these two prove the quote wrong. you can see how much they really love each other. how they sacrifice. how they would jump into open flames for the other, and have”

you didn’t even notice the tears running down your cheeks, nor the cracks in your voice as you continued. not until you heard the quiet ‘awe’s’ and ‘he’s so lucky to have a friend like her’.

you avoided eye contact with him at all costs. knowing that if you did look over and see the subtle scrunch of his eyebrow which you would understand to be a silent ‘what’s wrong’ that would send you over the edge.

so instead you took a deep breath, wiped your face, and took the champagne glass lifting it up.

“so let us raise a toast to the newlyweds. wishing them a lifetime and more celebrating the love they found in each other”

with everyone’s glass raised in agreement, they drank. to the newlyweds, and unbeknownst to them, your misfortune.

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randomfoggytiger · 1 day

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The Evolution of Gillian Anderson's Friendship with David Duchovny

Early friendship:

He was an experienced actor when they started The X Files, she had been receiving unemployment benefit and had been in front of cameras only once before.

And she admits: "I desperately needed someone to show me the ropes and David did. He was wonderful."

There were rumours of a secret romance, which would have got them both fired on the spot. It is a strict studio rule that there will be no intimacy between the stars - off screen as well as on.

But Gillian did find love on The X Files, in the shape of assistant art director Clyde Klotz. And she did turn to Duchovny for advice after acting spontaneously on her wedding night, taking no precautions and finding herself pregnant.

She was horrified, believing she would get herself fired and ruin her career.

[“I went into his trailer,” she recalls, “and I said, ‘David, I’m pregnant.’ It looked like his knees buckled.... And he asked me if it was a good thing. I said, ‘Yeah, it is.’]

But her co-star, who was the only person she confided in apart from her husband, put Gillian's mind at ease.

He advised her not to have an abortion - that things would work out. And they did.

He kept her secret while Gillian thought things over for a month.

1995:

David Duchovny is not happy.....

Anderson, sensing Duchovny’s mood, looks down at his hand on her left shoulder and tries to brush it away, as if it were a mosquito. Then she turns and jumps into his arms, laughing, looking like a little girl making trouble for a protective older brother. Startled to be holding her, the smile on Duchovny’s face is forced no longer.

...“We really trust each other,” Duchovny says simply.

There is, between these two, a real-life camaraderie born of necessity, a friendship strong enough to survive too many work hours, and a chemistry powerful enough to rearrange the atoms on-screen. “Whenever we’re acting together,” says Anderson, “it’s there.”

1997:

But in real life, Duchovny and Anderson have a relationship as much a conundrum to outsiders as any X-File.

“We have a relationship that is completely odd and fabricated,” Duchovny says. “We’ve been thrown together, two people who don’t know each other, and we’ve been forced to spend more time together than married people do. So you can’t describe our relationship as ‘like’ or ‘dislike.’ ”

Sounds a little frosty.

“It is frosty,” Gillian Anderson agrees when she is read Duchovny’s description of their relationship. “But it’s accurate.” She laughs. “It’s not that we don’t like each other. It’s complicated.”

2008:

Question: Can you talk about getting back into these characters after a five or six year period?

David Duchovny: The first two weeks I felt a little awkward and I didn’t really feel like I wanted to do longer scenes. I was just fine running around. Then as soon as Gillian and I started working and it was Mulder and Scully, then I kind of remembered what it was all about and that relationship kind of anchored my performance just as I think the relationship anchors this film.

Shock: What’s that like with David now that you’re not with each other 16 hours a day on a series?

Anderson: It’s great, but it was great then, too. This is like a sibling relationship and I never had siblings.

What is your favourite thing about each other?

Duchovny: Gillian just doesn't give up.... She'll hang in there 'til we get it right.

Anderson: ...The easiest answer, I guess, is his sense of humour. He's always looking at the funny side of things, especially when he's around other actors who are comedians or funny themselves - it can turn into a bit of a contest to see who does the best impressions and such. But aside from that, there's a gentleness inside him that comes out every once in a while that is quite disarming and lovely. It's rare, but very nice.

2014:

Q: Was there a sense of almost a bunker mentality where you were at least going through this process with David? You mentioned he had more experience, he had done some bigger films but still the phenomenon that emerged within the first couple years was pretty remarkable. Did it help to have him there too and kind of like “Are you getting this too? Are you going through this too? Is this weird?”

A: No. No, not really. We talk about the fact that it’s crazy that we didn’t. And that we didn’t take advantage of the fact that we had each other but it was complicated. These were long hours that we were working. We spent more time in each other’s presence than we did with our, you know, spouses and children, etc.

But also, you know, I think we pissed each other off, quite frankly. And I have no doubt that after they’re waiting – we’re gonna roll and somebody has to come in and redo my lips and the difference between the maintenance for guys and gals and we’re shooting in all weather – you know, we never shut down except for one day for weather in the entire show. We were shooting up in Vancouver through rain, sleet, everything. And my hair would frizz up to here in between takes and they’d have to get the blow dryer out under the tent and we’d be waiting for Gillian’s hair to do another take. You know, that pisses you right off. It adds up. So I, you know, I’m sure there were plenty of things he did that pissed me off too. It just wasn’t, you know, but on the other hand.. NOW, we get to talk about that and we’re probably closer than we’ve ever been.

2015:

Not surprisingly, she and Duchovny also became the story – according to the press, they were having an affair, hated each other or both. “I mean, yes, there were definitely periods when we hated each other.” She starts again. “Hate is too strong a word. We didn’t talk for long periods of time. It was intense, and we were both pains in the arse for the other at various times.”

How was Duchovny a pain in the arse for her? “Erm ...” Ten seconds pass without a word. Meanwhile, her smile gets wider and wider till it’s halfway up her cheeks. “I’m not going to get into it. I’m not even going to begin to get into that. But we are closer today than we ever have been.”

2016:

Anderson on working with Duchovny “Our relationship has definitely become a proper friendship over the last few years. I think we’re more on each other’s side. We’re more aware of the other’s needs, wants, concerns, and mindful to take those into consideration— and just sharing more about our experiences in the moment, under the sudden realization that we’re both in this together, and wouldn’t it be nice if it were a collaboration?”

2018:

They've worked together for 25 years but Gillian Anderson wants to make one thing clear: David Duchovny does NOT feature in her Ex Files.

While on screen their relationship left viewers wondering whether they would ever hook up romantically, Gillian says that off camera they were never very close.

In fact, she goes so far as to admit: "I don't know much about David Duchovny. If you asked me 10 things about him I'd probably get nine of them wrong."

...But now Gillian sets the record straight, saying: "We were never close. It's true we spent more time together than we have in any other relationship but it doesn't mean we were close.

"Very often when you're working long hours you may have a chit-chat between scenes but you're not really standing around talking about personal lives.

"And very often you don't have meals either at work or outside of work together because you're in each other's company all the time.

"So I actually don't know very much about David Duchovny, but we appreciate and respect each other."

2021:

Stella made a new friend today.

2023:

A huge congratulations to my old friend @davidduchovny on the world premiere of his film Bucky Fucking Dent @tribeca which he wrote, directed and stars in! A massive accomplishment and can’t wait to see it. (ps I’d say some of your prior writer / director gigs with me went pretty well and this was all just yesterday, right? 😉) #Tribeca2023

2024:

Awww Double D I’m so sorry. He was your guy. RIP Brick Duchovny

Lastly but not least,

a comment from David, 2024:

"My former X-Files costar Gillian Anderson and I are really good friends. ...When you share a seminal kind of experience in your life-- the huge success we had with that show-- only we know what it's like to be in the center of that. It's almost like being in the same family...."

#txf #GA #quotes #interview #DD #catchin up on old news

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 22 hours

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Gin Akutagawa (self-aware)

Self-Aware! Gin Akutagawa x GN! Reader

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Yandere. Mentions of (accidental) stalking.

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Becoming self-aware

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🔪 With self-awareness came sorrow and anger. Gin's life was a lie. Ryunosuke's life was a lie. Their world was a lie. A reflection of reality. A fantasy, that was shared with thousands of other people.

🔪 With self-awareness came new routine.

🔪First, Gin got a diary. And each page contain similar text. One page each day. Same sentences, that she wrote first thing in the morning.

"My name is Gin Akutagawa. I have an older brother, Akutagawa Ryunosuke. I am from Port Mafia. I am Battalion Leader of "Black Lizard". I was Paul Verlaine's student. I am a girl. My brother and I lived on the streets, before joining Port Mafia."

Day after day. Page after page. Same forty-four words on every page.

Gin wished, that there were more. But she can't remember anything else about her.

🔪 Days were spent patrolling. Trying to find answers, hope, a way out and other people. Tachihara was her partner during the search. And Gin could see, that normally cocky Tachihara looked lost and desperate.

🔪And, when during one of the patrols, Gin and Tachihara found out, that some people from the Government and Hunting Dogs were also self-aware, Gin saw relief in Tachihara's gaze.

🔪 Gin could ask Tachihara about his strange reaction. But choose not to. All of them were stressed out. Her brother became more ruthless. All of them worked hard. Despite everything, they can't find a way out.

🔪 And Gin tried to stay collected. Emotions won't solve anything. Dreams won't solve anything. Gin was glad, that she stopped dreaming at night.

🔪 And then, one day, Gin felt an entity's gaze on her.

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The first "hours" under entity's gaze felt like torture. She wanted to scream, to run, to get her hands on someone, who were watching them.

Someone, who saw their past, emotions, thoughts.

But then "night" came.

And with night came dreams.

Gin saw a person.

A normal person doing normal things. Gin could see herself doing the same things, when she was off-duty.

She saw Real World. She saw Entity.

Gin... didn't want to call them Entity anymore.

At the "morning", instead of her normal text, Gin wrote about, what she has learned during her dream.

She wanted to see one more similar dream.

Dreams came every night.

Gin learned more about real world. About Internet, news, culture, people.

Most importantly, she learned more about Their Reader. About them being happy, when they saw Gin and others. About them liking Gin and others. Everyone of them.

No hate. No sick entertainment.

Just curiosity and happiness.

Gin couldn't hate Their Reader anymore. It would be wrong.

She tried to carefully reassure others about you. She didn't want them to hurt you.

And then, time resets.

And Gin once again were getting ready to ambush ADA office.

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When they start feeling your presence

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🔪 Gin could tell, that she wasn't the only one, who had a change of heart. Something in ADA's detectives' eyes showed her, that they also came to like Their Reader.

🔪 Especially after Boss announced, that they will join forces with ADA to get to the Real World. To get to someone.

🔪 Ryunosuke also seems calmer. Gin could see, that, for some reason, he was trying to listen to something Or hear something? Someone?

🔪 Gin quickly learned, what Ryunosuke tried to do. Sometimes, Gin could hear mumbling. She couldn't make out the words, but the tone was familiar.

[//////////] familiar happiness

[//////////] familiar cheering

[//////////] familiar sadness

And one day, Gin heard them clear.

In previous timeline, her brother supposed to be kidnapped. He was fine in this timeline.

In previous timeline she was supposed to sneak on Higuchi.

In this timeline she decided not to do it.

But she heard the voice. Apparently, her actions didn't change, what Reader saw.

"Gin, you are a force to be reconned with. You are so cool. Wish I can be like you."

And something soft touched her cheek.

Gin felt warm and secure.

[In reality, you pet manga page with Gin on it]

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🔪 After that, Gin finally could see Little Light. Floating blob of light. Your emotions. In Gin's eyes, the most perfect and treasured thing in entire Real World.

🔪 Gin started training even harder. Ryunosuke and Atsushi weren't enough to protect you. She will step up as your protector.

🔪 Time passed, more people joined their union.

But then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.

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When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

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🔪 Gin didn't wait, before her SSR Cards became available during Limited Scout. She gifted you her cards herself.

"Okay, Gin, let's try to clean all orbs."

"Whoa! We finally finished this floor. All thanks for Gin's attack."

"I wonder if there will be a special image card for you, Gin."

🔪 Gin can't wait to get to the Real World. To know you better, to protect you, to saw everything, Real World can offer.

🔪 And she will never forget her dreams. About real world. About Reader. About their Guiding Light.

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You just get your daily rewards, when you got another note. Another Gin SSR card was attached to it.

"[Y/N]. Hope you are doing well. I have been thinking about having a movie night with Ryunosuke. Want to join us? I will choose movie, Ryunosuke will bring snacks. If you want to join, can you, please, bring blankets? We will wait. Gin Akutagawa."

You smiled and opened Character menu, selecting Gin's card. You pet chibi Gin.

"Great idea, Gin. Thank you for the invitation. I would love to join you and Ryunosuke."

You didn't notice, that Gin removed her mask and smiled.

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babymochibeargyu · 2 days

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Ghost Of Gyu

genre(s):sad angst, heartbreak, sad fluff,sci-fi, fantasy

warnings: mentions of death, suicide,self-harm(so if it triggers you please look away now)

a/n: everything in this fic is fictional, i don’t wish any bad on gyu, his members and his actual personal life

sypnosis: in a world where life after death existed, where you are currently stuck in the middle. you have the option of going back to the real world or you could choose to pass on… what do you do?

wc:5.08k

fic starts under the cut

people often wish they could change things, but only after something goes wrong...

It has been a year since the passing of Gyu’s best friend…

He blames himself for not being there whenever he felt that something was going on...

His friend couldn’t take the pressure anymore…

She tried everything.

tried being the perfect daughter

tried having perfect grades

tried being perfect

and that friend was you

Oh, how he’d wished he had the power to turn back time,

making sure he would always be there for you…

listening to all your troubles…

making time for you…

but most of all he wished he could’ve seen you

one last time

he missed you, badly

missed your laughter

missed your headlocks, when you would scare him from behind

missed your voice

and now he couldn’t ever hear it again…

He knew you weren’t stable and had heard briefly of your suicidal thoughts, but he thought that it was something you would eventually overcome…

but you never did...

you remembered your first attempt...

taking the blade, and gliding it over your thin wrist where your purple veins were peeking through

as you drew it across your wrist, a thin line of crimson blossomed in its wake. Wincing at the sting, but it was nothing compared to the pain that gnawed at you from within.

you continued...until you didn’t feel a thing… you didn’t want to feel anything.

As you watched the blood trickle down your arm, a wave of numbness washed over you.

you sat in your bathroom, left wrist currently filled with blade cuts. you wanted to bleed out until you were dry…

but your sister came home from school and found you in the toilet, she saved you that day

you didn’t ask to be saved

the emotions were too much for you to handle

you were tired of trying

tired of giving a shit about what anyone thinks

tired of listening to the scoldings

tired of the voices in your head

you were tired

"nothing you do will ever be enough" the demons in your head kept reminding you.

you wanted so hard to not give in to those thoughts because, at the end of the day, they were just thoughts… but you weren’t strong enough, so you gave in…

but you being alive, you being you, that was enough for Gyu

but he’d never actually said it to you

always rushing off after school for practice as he was training to debut, you barely saw him anymore

‘Does he even still remember me?’

You had the thought that no one was going to miss you now since everyone was busy with their own lives…

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t strong enough” with that, you sent your last message to the only person you told all your worries to…Gyu…

you waited for a reply but there was none…

and you decided to end it there

You thought of how it would feel, how death would feel like… would it hurt badly?

How would you know whether you were dead?

But all these thoughts disappeared after you took the step off your house building on the 20th floor. As you were falling, the only thing on your mind was that you were finally free...

When you opened your eyes, all you saw was white… you didn’t see any buildings or any people, it was like you were in a square space with just white walls...

Was this heaven? You thought it would have more clouds

You looked down and you didn’t see any blood, you were still in what you wore when you decided to take your own life… your school uniform

You decided to walk around the white room seeing if there was an end where you would hit against a wall, but the more you walked, it was like an endless loop of a never-ending path…

you screamed in frustration, you thought that maybe after dying you wouldn't be suffering anymore

and they must have heard your thoughts, you don’t know who but someone heard your cries.

As you took another step, suddenly an LED see-through pop-up screen appeared right before you, saying:

‘Do you want to see what’s happening in the real world right now or would you like to pass over?’

You asked the screen “What do you mean? Where am I right now?”

And the screen replied: ‘You are currently in the void. Where souls that have unfinished business end up.’

You were thinking of what unfinished business you may have but you couldn’t think of any.

You didn’t have a good relationship with your parents anyway so they wouldn’t have cared that much even if you disappeared

Classmates? You barely had any friends… you only had

Gyu! That’s right, you only had Gyu…

And it started to come back to you… when you were in the void no memories followed you at first but once you started tracing back

You realized that you had a best friend…

You asked the screen, ‘Is Gyu my unfinished business?’

The screen replied: ‘Check it out for yourself?’

Option: Yes or No

You clicked on Yes

You don’t know how much time has passed since your death. It felt like a few minutes, but you guessed time worked differently in the void and in the real world…

When the screen showed Gyu, it looked like he had achieved his dream of being an idol.

Was this really how he looked now? He became more handsome compared to the last time you saw him.

Did he remember you? Or were you a memory that he had to leave behind after becoming an idol...

He achieved his dream so why did he look sad? Shouldn’t one be happy?

Screen notification: ‘Would you like to visit him?’

“I can do that?” You asked

‘Anything is possible here in the void’ the screen replied.

‘Would you like to visit him?’ the screen displayed once again.

Option: Yes or No

Of course, you clicked Yes

‘You will be redirected in 3…2…1’ That was the last thing you saw on the screen before you were pulled backward quickly with your eyes closed.

When you opened them, you were now in the real world.

You looked at your hands, it looked like you were there physically.

With that, you ran as fast as you could towards the address where you recalled your best friend lived.

Ever since you came back to the real world, your memories were all restored. You remembered everything about why you decided to end it all.

But for now, all you could think of was Gyu.

You went to his house, hoping that in the few years that you were gone, he didn’t move away.

Here you were now, standing outside of his door. You were about to ring the doorbell. But when you tried to press it, your hand just went through it.

The LED screen popped up in front of you stating: ‘I forgot to mention, but now in the real world, you don’t have your physical body anymore. You’re a ghost.’

“Wait then how is Gyu supposed to know I’m here?”

‘If the person associated with your unfinished business is thinking of you when you are in their presence, they would be able to hear you.’

‘There are rare cases where the involved party would be able to see you too, but that only happens if they shared a strong emotional connection with you.’

‘Which I think in your case would be easy to do since he is your best friend.’ the screen finished typing.

“Wait so, I can just walk through the door and he wouldn’t even notice?”

‘Yes, that’s how it works. If you have any queries in the future you can just shout Screen, and I’ll help you.’ With that, Screen disappeared.

‘What if I walk in, and it’s another person living in this house?’

‘Ah what is the worst that could happen now, I’m already dead. I have nothing to be afraid of.’ With that, you walked through the cold metal door.

As you wandered through the house, relief washed over you seeing everything unchanged. You wouldn't want to barge into a stranger's home, after all. Passing by the dining area, the sight of old photos brought back memories of carefree days with Gyu.

Ah, the days when deciding what to eat was the biggest worry!

Arriving at Gyu's closed door, you notice a soft light peeking from underneath.

He was home? There was no noise at all.

As you walked through the door, you saw the familiar boba hairstyle lying face flat on his bed. You let him stay that way, not sure of when he will move.

You decided to wait at his table.

10 minutes passed, but he didn’t move one bit.

How was he lying on the bed face flat? Did he not need to breathe? You were getting worried. So you tried your luck.

"Gyu!" you called out. There was a small jerk from his body, you were thinking that he may have heard you but it was probably very faint.

You decided to try something else. You reached out, this time gently ruffling Gyu's hair. To your surprise, he stirred, his movements sluggish as he shifted and glanced around the room.

His eyes widened in confusion as he searched for the source of the touch, finding nobody there.

As he sat up, you couldn't help but notice the tear stains on his cheeks, stark against his usually cheerful demeanor.

Had he been crying all this time, lying face flat on his bed? Your heart ached at the sight, aching to comfort him in some way.

"Screen" you shouted.

'Yes, what can I do for you?'

"How was I able to touch Gyu's hair, when it didn't work when I tried calling out his name?"

'Hm, it is uncommon but it could be because the anniversary day of your passing is coming up. Through that, ghosts that haven't passed on can get in physical contact with their loved ones.' Screen replied and went off. 'So if I were to wipe away Gyu's tears he would be able to feel me.' you thought.

'But if I suddenly felt something touch my face I would probably be scared too, I should give him a sign somehow.'

You thought of what you could do and decided that you would show a message through his phone.

Right now Gyu was scrolling through his phone, trying to find some sad background music to fill the quiet room, which you took the opportunity.

While he was holding the phone, you quickly slid out of the music app and went to the notes app.

'Gyu don't freak out.'

When he saw that his phone was typing by itself, of course, he freaked out and threw his phone on his bed, scooching to the corner away from it.

You quickly typed, 'I don't have much time, so just think of me now, think of anything about me - Y/N'

When he saw your name… he couldn't believe it, there was no way this could be true.

"Y/N, is it you? Are you there?"

At this moment you were responding to him, saying that you were there, but it seemed that the thought of you wasn't strong enough, you had to get Gyu to think about you more.

'Think about a memory that we had together.' you typed.

Gyu then started thinking back, when was the happiest moment he shared with you?

It was the time when he found out he was going to debut.

He shared the good news with you and you guys celebrated by eating a tub of ice cream.

It wasn't that much but back in the day you guys were still in school and didn't have that much to spend anyway.

Eating a tub of ice cream to celebrate was like a luxury. While eating ice cream at Gyu’s house, y'all would also be playing video games.

He’d remember the times he beat you in the game and you’d be pouting which he found cute at that time.

“Gyu can you hear me now?”

“Yes Y/N, I can hear you. I can’t believe it, you’re here.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” Gyu said.

At this time Gyu's eyes were closed.

“Gyu, could you open your eyes for me?"

And as he slowly opened his eyes, the familiar long sleek back hair, with your pale skin and the familiar uniform, appeared right before him.

"Y/N, I can see you. How can I see you right now?"

"What you can see me?”

"Yes. How is this possible?" he asked still in shock that this is all happening right now.

Without any hesitation in your body, you engulfed him in a hug. Now you were in each other's embrace.

"I can feel you too. How is this all real right now?" Gyu questioned as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hold you in my arms again. I'm so sorry, I wasn't there for you on the day you left."

"I've regretted it each day, wishing I had only seen your message earlier, maybe everything would have been different. Maybe you would've still been alive."

You didn't know that your death would cause him so much pain and regret. All this time, he was blaming himself because he wasn't there the day you died…

"Gyu, it's not your fault, so please don't blame yourself. I couldn't handle it anymore. Everything was too difficult to bear. I was in so much pain. Pain that I could never explain and never want anyone to go through either. So please don't blame yourself because there was nothing you could've done to help me remove it. This was my only option." You gently patted his back while still embracing him.

"but maybe I could've done something to help at least. I could've made you smile more or spent more time with you. I don't know, just do more but I didn't and I regret it. I regret it so much." he was saying through his tears.

"Oh Gyu, it's okay. Everything has happened, and we can't go back to change the past. It's how we move forward from now on." you said trying to comfort him.

"B..but how is this possible right now? How are you here right in front of me?" right you hadn't explained yourself.

"Well, it's a long story but here it goes," you told him everything that happened from when you opened your eyes in the void up till you reached his house.

"So after I tried ringing your doorbell, which didn't work, Screen informed me of how I could indicate my presence to you."

"So for you to be able to hear me, you would have to be thinking of me while I'm in your presence."

"For you to see me, we would need a strong emotional connection."

"And for you to be able to feel me, Screen said it was because my death anniversary was coming up(in about a month) and through that, ghosts that haven't passed on can get in physical contact with their loved ones."

"So… kind of a lot to digest right now but I hoped it answered all your questions."

You looked at Gyu who seemed to be deep in thought with all the information that you've just dumped on him. But he ends up understanding eventually.

"Wait, so then what's your unfinished business?" Gyu asked.

"Right… I hadn't thought about that. Right now I can't seem to think of why I wasn't able to pass over and got stuck in the void."

"Also how many years has it been since I've passed?" you asked Gyu.

"3 years…" he replied.

"What 3 years? It felt like I was only in the void for 10 minutes! I guess time does work differently."

"Enough about me, how are you Gyu? I mean the reason I wanted to come back was because through the clip Screen showed me, you looked really sad, even though you debuted already. What's going on?" you asked with a tinge of worry about your best friend.

"Oh you know, just busy with practices and dealing with the loss of my best friend. It's been tough. When you left, it was right around the time I was gearing up for my debut. I couldn't let on how much I was hurting from losing you, so I threw myself into practicing for my debut to distract myself."

"Every day felt like utter shit. I would sometimes think to give you a text of how I was doing, how practice was, and then I would remember that you weren't here anymore."

"I couldn't move on. It was really difficult to do this without you."

"Well eventually, I had to accept it because the company realized during evaluation my standards were dropping and they threatened to put me on hiatus if I didn't get my shit together."

You thought that removing yourself from the equation would make everyone happier, but it seemed to Gyu, that you not being there anymore made his life even more like a living hell.

"There isn't a day that went by that I didn't think of you, you know?" You didn’t know what to say… you didn’t think that anyone would miss you when you were gone…

“I’m sorry to put you through that.”

“But you’re here now!!”Gyu said.

“Gyu… you do know that once my unfinished business is complete, you won’t be able to see me any more right?”

Gyu just sits in silence…

Maybe he had an idea of what your possible unfinished business could be… should he tell you now?

Maybe he should just say that he will help you out first.

“I’ll help you find out what your unfinished business is!” Gyu said.

“Really? Thank you Gyu, I knew I could count on you.” You said as you hugged him again. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, he didn't want it to end. He finally met you again, but now he learned that he had to let you go again? It felt like a cruel twist of fate like being granted a wish only to have it snatched away.

But if it meant that you could be with him longer, maybe he’d be selfish for once and hold the truth from you as long as he could.

Days, weeks, now a month has passed… in a few days, it’ll be your death anniversary.

A few days back you got a notification from Screen that if you don’t figure out your unfinished business soon, you may not be able to pass over and rest in peace… but you will become an angry spirit and be stuck in the real world.

So time was ticking for you, and you didn’t know how to break it to your best friend. After you came back to him, he seemed to be happier.

Smiling like he used to, telling you everything that happens during practice. He was back to being his old self again. He wasn't the sad guy that you saw...

And you were happy for him. But you know that you had to break the news to him soon…

“Hey Gyu I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You guys were now sitting in his living room, while he was strumming his guitar.

“I know we’ve been having fun times together like we used to, and I love spending time with you again. It makes me feel like I’m human and real, but…”

“I just got a notification from Screen today… that I’ve got to figure out what my unfinished business is soon, if not I won’t be able to pass over… and I’ll become an angry spirit.”

“Then stay here! I don’t want you to leave me.” Gyu replied.

“Gyu listen… if I become an angry spirit… I probably won’t be the person you know anymore…”

“And honestly I don’t want that… I don’t want to stay here knowing that I’m not myself anymore… that I’ll become a monster that I don’t even know… or a person that you don’t recognize”

“I want to at least go in peace knowing that I’ve left being myself… so I think we should try to figure out what’s my unfinished business.”

At this point, Gyu stopped strumming his guitar. It seems that it was even more serious than he thought. His selfishness may harm you and turn you into a monster and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew that it was his fault that you became an angry spirit…

“How many days do you have left?” He asked.

“Screen said that I have a week left… wait but when he told me it was a few days ago… meaning I only have 3 days left.”

“Wait that’s too soon. 3 days is also the day of your death anniversary…”

“Well, I guess it was already planned out by whoever is watching… that if I don’t figure out the unfinished business I’ll turn into a monster on the day of my death anniversary.”

At this point, Gyu wasn’t sure if his assumptions about your unfinished business were correct. Maybe he needed to confess for you to find peace. Was it as simple as knowing someone loved you? Because all this time, you believed nobody cared.

But there he was, caring more than anyone else, craving your presence desperately. It felt like his unspoken feelings were the real issue, holding you back from resting in peace.

He'd hoped he wouldn't have to spill the beans, scared it might mess everything up. But now, things were different, and he couldn't avoid it any longer.

He intends to confess on the day of your death anniversary, fearing you might vanish if he does it sooner.

Also after you told Gyu about what was going to happen, if you didn't identify your unfinished business, you realized that he had been more clingy than usual.

Even when you were alive, he wasn't like this. He has been trying to hold your hand when he didn't before. Making sure to sit beside you whenever he could. It feels like after breaking the news to him, it made him 10 times more clingier. But it made sense… he was going to lose you forever either way…

You couldn't help but feel bad that you had to put him through your death not once but twice now… maybe if you could change something, you wouldn't have come back to the real world…but you couldn't help it… you wanted to know the reason why he was sad even though he had everything he wanted.

Three days had passed, and it was the anniversary of your death—a day marked by the need for Gyu to confess for you to find peace and closure, the last chance for him to see you.

As he pondered, he wrestled with the timing of his revelation. Should he speak earlier or later? If too late, you might not find peace, and his assumptions might be wrong. Thus, he settled on the afternoon, opting for caution.

Now, seated before him, you wondered about the purpose of this conversation.

"I think I might know your unfinished business," Gyu began tentatively.

"What do you think it is?" you asked in return.

"I have something to confess, something I never found the right moment to tell you while you were alive."

"I felt compelled to take a chance because I've been with you for so long. You've always strived to impress your parents, excel in class, and give your all in everything you do. Yet, you never received the recognition you deserved."

"That's why I believe your unfinished business revolves around knowing someone loves you… What I mean to say is, I love you, Y/N. I have loved you for so long, which is why your death affected me deeply."

"I couldn't bear the thought of losing the person I cherished so much. You were everything to me. You inspired me to pursue my dreams and to debut. I wanted to be someone you could be proud of. I had planned to confess after I debuted, but I didn't get the chance."

Tears welled up in your eyes. You had never imagined being loved in such a way, and now your best friend was here, pouring his heart out to you. It was almost unbelievable.

As this heartfelt exchange unfolded, Screen appeared before you, ‘Congratulations, you have solved your unfinished business. As a reward for completing, you can wish for anything you want except resurrecting from the dead. You have until 11.59 pm to make your wish.’

‘Once it is midnight, you will go to the afterlife, so make sure to use your last moments with him wisely.’ With that Screen went off.

“Y/N, what happened? Why are you being so quiet?” Gyu asked anxiously.

“You were right… Your confession was my unfinished business. I just had to know that there was someone who loved me for me to pass on.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Why do you sound so sad now? Did my confession make things awkward for you? This was why I didn’t want to tell you as I was afraid this might happen.” Gyu's words reflected his concern.

“No, it isn't from what you said Gyu… Screen told me that as a reward, I could wish for anything but being resurrected. And that once it was midnight I’ll go to the afterlife.” You explained.

“So why are you sad then… we already knew that this was going to happen, we should make the best of our last moments together,” Gyu said attempting to lighten the mood.

“Because of the wish I had in mind… it is for you to forget me.” You said softly.

“Hm? What did you say Y/N?” Gyu asked not being able to hear what you said clearly.

"Oh, it's nothing for your pretty little mind to worry about. And you're right! Let's cherish these last moments together happily!" you said with a sad smile.

You didn’t want to do it, but if you wanted Gyu to be happy… you realized that it was time for you to remove yourself from his memories. You were the only thing holding him back from being happy. If he didn’t remember you, he would be happier since he has already achieved his dream.

With that, you called out to Screen, expressing your wish to erase all traces of yourself from Gyu's memory. You couldn't bear the thought of him enduring the pain of your absence any longer. By granting this wish, you hoped he could find true happiness and perhaps even build new connections without the burden of your memory weighing him down.

You instructed Screen to execute the wish only after midnight, ensuring that Gyu would awaken the next morning without any memory of you. However, you also requested to see Gyu from the void one last time after he woke up. Remarkably, Screen granted your request.

For the remaining time, you and Gyu immersed yourselves in each other's company, indulging in activities he enjoyed, whether it was playing video games or simply spending quiet moments together. Your sole desire was to witness his happiness, knowing that it was all that truly mattered in your final moments together.

11.30 pm:

“Well, have you thought about the wish you want to ask from Screen?”Gyu asked, curiosity evident in his tone.

“Hm… honestly I don’t have anything I want anymore so I may not even make a wish at this point,” you replied with a forced smile, concealing your true intentions.

“Hm, since you don't have any wishes, may I make a request from you then?” Gyu asked.

“What is it?”

"Could I just hold you in my arms until I fall asleep?" Gyu requested softly.

You simply nodded in response, finding yourself in his embrace on his bed. He faced you, gazing at your features, unaware that this would be the last time he would recall you.

You remained in his embrace until you noticed his eyes flutter closed.

11.58 pm:

After receiving no response from him despite your attempts to wake him, you finally uttered your last words to him.

"Thank you for loving me, even when I couldn't see it. You've brought so much light and color into my life. I wish for you to discover new shades of happiness and joy, even without me by your side. I deeply regret my selfishness, for not considering the impact of my absence on others. I never imagined my departure would cause you such pain, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

“I know that the time we shared in the last month cannot compensate for the pain you endured over the past three years. That's precisely why I've made this decision. I wish for you to forget me, so you can live your life to the fullest without any burdens or regrets holding you back."

“When you open your eyes, you won’t recall having a best friend, and your life will return to normal. None of this will have happened," you whispered, preparing to depart from his life entirely.

"So with that, I leave you with the wish of forgetting me. I'm sorry for everything, and I wish you nothing but the best. I love you too, Gyu," you murmured tenderly. As the clock struck midnight, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before fading away from his embrace.

Tears streamed down Gyu's cheeks as he lay awake, having not yet drifted off to sleep. He had heard every word you said. Reluctant to open his eyes now, he knew that upon doing so, he would lose all memory of you.

That night, Gyu eventually drifted off to sleep, tears still staining his cheeks, unaware of when sleep finally overtook him. The following day, you observed through Screen that your wish had been fulfilled.

Gyu appeared to be genuinely happy, without a trace of sadness evident. Witnessing his newfound contentment, you felt a sense of peace and contentment yourself.

“Let’s rest now,” you said to Screen.

With a sense of closure, you proceeded along the endless white path, encountering a door awaiting your arrival. As you reached out to turn the knob and step through to the radiant light beyond, a final message from Screen appeared.

"You have overcome so much; now it is time for you to take your rest, my child," it read.

Grateful for the guidance and support, you whispered, "Thank you for everything," before stepping into the luminous embrace of the light, finally at peace.

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ahh started this on 31May T-T, took me a while to figure out how I wanted the story to flow, ended up finishing it in 9 days, longer compared to all my other fics that I've written. Now this is my longest fic, I'm not sure what was going on in my mind when I was writing this(now thinking back something happened at home, which made me write this, don't worry I'm not the one I referenced in the story) but I hope that even though that this isn't my usual fluff fics, I hope you guys take your time to read this because I feel that it holds many emotions that we may have or had regarding regret of not being able to do much once a love one is gone.

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yannaryartside · 12 hours

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A revision of Claire’s “pushing” and who really benefits from it

A list of red flags I have been thinking about.

gif by @felixcarlucci

I was reading this post and reflecting on why it felt, like @brokenwinebox mentioned, that Carmy was always in the passenger seat in the relationship with Claire (physically and metaphorically); their post is amazing, by the way, talking about this concept of "pushing" and how it should be a mutual thing.

I want to go back to the party and the context of Carmy and Claire's past. All of it is enhanced by that interview with Molly we have been discussing.

My biggest question here is:

Why? Why the hell Claire "could tell" that Carmy wanted a relationship with her? They hadn't spoken in more than a decade, for real, wtf kind of signal did she see that he wanted to be with her? Does she think he has been in love with her all this time? Did she get that idea when she supposedly met Mickey? Because if she pursues Carmy, assuming he has feelings for her but only assuming this because of what other people told her, that is kinda fucked up. It all goes back to Fak being the one that tells her that Carmy loved her after all that shit he said while being stuck in the fridge. I swear to God that the more Molly says things favoring ClairexCarmy, the more red flags I see. Did Claire pursue Carmy knowing it would be a sure thing. "Oh yeah I remember you, you had the most obvious crush on me"

There is also the context of both of them growing up in the same spaces, Carmy very shy and Claire a very popular girl. Did she hear how lonely that was, which made her assume he was avoiding her because of a lack of social experience?

In their first phone call, she never let him explain if he was bussy, even after all that talk of her being supportive of the restaurant she said "don't make this weird," Claire was completely dismissing that Carmy was indeed doing something important to him; she never offered to work around both of their schedules, almost like she knew that if she "pushed" enough, she would get what she wanted.

And even that, their first date or hangout is not to a coffee place, maybe a restaurant with Claire actually interested in Carmy's profession and passion, or any other place they could get to actually know each other after, I repeat, a decade of not seeing each other. She brought him to a party.

She knows the Berzattos and how gatering will go on their avail, she knows Michael will set things on fire, she knows he comes from a family of addicts, and she knows carmy had difficulties on social environments (we can assume by the pictures they had around, taht Carmy attended to her birthday party and other stuff surely).

So why the fuck, on their first "date," not only does she insist on going to a party, but she tells him that he "owns her" to go there? Where there is alcohol and other people that he may felt rejected for as a kid? She knows this is a scenario that may cause him anxiety or discomfort, and she insists he must go. Maybe I am projecting a little bit here, since I am autistic, and at some point in all my friendships or relationships, I have to have a conversation about places that, because of my disability, I don't enjoy.

(little note aside: the excuse "my friend needs me" to convince him to go was utterly pathetic. Almost as much as "you own me.")

But what does this mean coming from Claire in the "pushing" thing? Does she feel she can push him to become (kinda by force) the person that will hang out in the same places as she does, assuming that is still what he wants?

She also knows that he probably felt cast aside from social events because of his shyness, and she invites him to provide all the things that may cause her to look like his only anchor in this stressful scenario.

She brought him the soft drink, tried to tell other people what a cool job he has, and told him what to do to comfort and upset a friend of hers. It felt like she was walking him on a tutorial on "how to be normal," and I didn't like that at all. Again, I may be projecting here, but the dynamic was kind of hollow regardless.

It is not like it is bad for Carmen to socialize and whatever. But she removed his agency completely; it feels like manipulation on many levels because she has perceived a lot of his struggle in this area; she also ignored his first reaction to going to the party and flipped her way. Carmy ended up trapped with a lot of immature young adults with whom he definitely has nothing in common. There was no space for actual empathy or connection to him to "come out of his shell." His conversations with Sydney are so natural because of this; there is connection and mutual respect, and he was very out of his shell with her.

The Pushing between Carmy and Syd this next season will likely be in a professional context but also rooted in a (future) agreement on mutual collaboration. But my feelings about this are not only for sydcarmy.

The "pushing" in ClairexCarmy was always in the context of Claire getting what she wanted and Carmy having to force himself to make it happen. There was no discussion, no middle ground, not even a recognition of why certain things have been difficult for you in the past; it is not an actual intention of helping to heal, but an expectation of the other to go your way "because they want you/love you. Claire is sure that only because of her will he want to change, and she will gain his heart by providing the scenario for all these things Carmy desperately wanted as a kid. I am sorry, Storer, if this is the love story you want to sell us, a salvation of all lonely/hurt people, I am very sorry, I hate it with all my heart.

#very anti claire bear here #she has affection for him but dude affection can be very conditional #and affection doesn't mean understanding and doesn't mean compatibility #the bear #sydcarmy #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #the bear fx #carmen berzatto #the bear meta #carmy the bear #carmy x sydney #sydney x carmy

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thisonehere · 22 hours

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Shang Tsung, Liu Kang x Vampire reader?⊙⁠.⁠☉

Of course

Gods and Their Monsters

Mk headkanons

A/n: Ooo I like this idea, Shang would definitely b into this lol. Hmm, I wonder what a vampire Liu and Shang Tsung would be like (foreshadowing)

C/w: Blood sucking, seduction of the innocent, mentions of sex

Liu Kang

This was how it was meant to be. Liu Kang was meant to be the champion of mortal Kombat, titan protector of the realms, an untainted noble hero spared from the sins and temptations of this world. But you...you were his Achilles heel.

You first met when Liu became aware of an outbreak of murder. All followed the theme of the victim's blood being drained from their necks, Liu knew that it couldn't be anything other than a vampire attack. Thus he sent his warriors to capture you and bring you to him to face justice.

He had expected a deranged, bloodthirsty monster to be before him. Imagine his surprise to find you before him. So graceful, so alluring, perfect in so many ways that it would be worthless to count.

Liu Kang found himself lost in you, he stared into your eyes and was lost in them. Your voice was like sirens call, he found you enchanting.

He tries to rationalize himself, this isn't right. You are a twisted creature of the night that feeds off others. But you look at him with those gentle eyes and he struggles to remember that there is any fault in you? Something so beautiful, so.erhing so deadly.

So instead of punishing you, Liu decides that he'll "redeem" you. He's done it before with the likes of Mileena and Tanya, you can't be anymore different. This he welcomes you into his Wu Shi where you are surrounded by monks ready to help you...In more ways than he intended.

Liu Kang was basically giving you meals on a silver platter. Many of his monks go missing while others barely escape bloody and beaten. Yet you act innocent and Liu falls for it completely. Alright, instead of of sending monks, he'll do the world himself.

You find yourself spending the night with him on many occasions, much to your delight. Liu tries to show you how much better life can be without hurting others, he tried two give you more ethical options of feeding instead of prey upon the innocent.

For a time, Liu truly believes that he is helping. Perhaps you're just trucking him, or he's just tricking himself. Doesn't matter, Liu believes that he is changing you for the better and that is all that matters.

That is until one day you cry out in pain. Liu runs to your side and begs to know what's wrong. Blood, that is what you can say. You need blood, real blood, to survive. The substitutes aren't working as much as Liu was hoping. You'll die unless you can get a proper supply of blood for you to eat.

With a heavy heart, he offers his own blood to you. He tucks his hair behind his ear and shows you his large and succulent neck, the very thing you've secretly salivated for so long. You hesitantly climbed on top of him, sitting yourself in his lap, he supports you by placing his hand on your (lower) back.

He takes a deep breath and...he looks into your the eyes and tells you to do it.

It's very painful at first, but as Liu calms down and gets used to the feeling, the feeling is almost... pleasurable. He breathes in and out, keeping his hand firm on your back. (Getting lower and lower as you go on)

Geras is furious when he finds out what happened. He urges Liu to be careful, that such affections for a creature like you is most deadly no matter how much good intentions either of you have. But Liu refuses to listen, he-he is alright with you feeding off of him. It's preferable to you attacking an innocent person and killing them. He's titan after all, you can't him nor turn him into a vampire like you.

Besides, he's helping you, you reformed so much since you two first met, at least he thinks you have. You need him, he refuses to abandon. So against Geras's advice, Liu continues to sit you on his lap, continues to let you feed off of him.

Shang Tsung

A man with a rotten and twisted heart, it is no surprise that you two came across each other's past. A lover of the dark and the perverted, Tsung finds you absolutely delicious.

You first meet as he establishes himself as a greater and greater threat to the realms. He had desired more minions, lackeys that he could use as power. His attention turned to the monsters of this world and other. If he could just get one of them, he could experiment on them and make an entire army of abominations to be at his beck and call.

That is what led to you and him meeting. He had heard of your kind, an entire species that is strong, eternal, magic users, and all you had to do to maintain yourself was drink of the blood of humans, that sounds too good to be true

So he set out to find you, to capture you. He set a trap for you and waited patiently for you to spring it. He was the trap, he set up camp in an area you frequently often and feigned innocent of your existence. You took the bait and crept into his tent, you crawled on top of him, ready to sink your teeth into what you thought would be easy prey. But Tsung surprised you.

He summoned chains and bound you, it was almost too easy. Tsung is about to take his syringe and take a sample of your DNA, but then he sees you, and your beauty leaves him stunned. 'well, well, well, what have we here?' Tsung says dropping the syringe. He eyes you up and down, he should have known you'd be beautiful. The deadliest thing in this world is the most alluring.

You and him make eye contact and you stop struggling against the chains. Something about him is different from all the rest. You can't play with your finger on it, so you can tell that there is something about him that you find beguiling.

After what is basically an eternity of longingly staring at each other, Tsung drops the chains...as well as his pants.

Since that point you two couldn't seem to separate even if you wanted to, it's like those bounded your souls together. You're a match made in the darkest pits of hell, the realms will grow to fear and despise your union.

You amaze him with your powers and he amazes you with his. Sometimes when you're fighting someone or invading a village, one of you do extra and goury moves in hopes of impressing the other as well as possible one-upping the other. It is like a game you play, who is more vile, who is more twisted, who loves the other more.

Tsung lets you feed off him, not because you need it (you get plenty of blood for all the people you kill together) but out of mere sensation. He loves the feeling of your lips wrapped tight on his neck, you teeth sunk into him, it is such a sensual feeling for him, he loves it, especially when you make love. Gods, if that man ever becomes a vampire like you, then things will become 1000 times worse for all the realms.

Tsung never would've thought he'd be so I'm long with anyone besides himself. He loves you so much to the point that if it came down to sacrificing you or him, he might just sacrifice himself...he might.

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 12 hours

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These Clone Wars headcanons are long overdue

I saw someone say Anakin couldn’t have taught Ashoka everything cause that man’s stiff as a damn board and I laughed my ass off cause they were right but then it got me thinking that this would be a perfect moment for Ahsoka to teach Anakin something

So she gently persuades him and by that I mean she forces him to do some simple stretches in the morning nothing too bad just stuff you’d probably do before gym class and after a while it kinda becomes a pseudo-joined meditation for them

After a while when Anakin started becoming more comfortable with the stretches she started teaching him yoga which he quickly fell in love with cause he found it was one of the few things that calmed him down as traditional meditation should

When Ahsoka stopped being Anakin’s padawan in the cannon timeline or in my delusional timeline where they both left the order and everyone’s happy he had to find something else to call her and for the first couple of months he would always introduce her starting with “my”

The nicknames would usually fall into one of two categories the first being the unhinged nicknames like “my little hell-raiser” or “my little desert storm” and then there are the cute and sappy ones like “my little Soka” or his personal favorite “my little sister”

And with the last one people would ask “Oh is she adopted” and while Anakin could go the normal route and say yes he would instead go his route and look at the person like they’re crazy and say “No why do you ask?”

Which leads me to my next headcanon of you know when people say “If you spend enough time with something you’ll start to resemble it” Well that kinda happens with Obi-Wan Anakin and Ahsoka

In the beginning they all looked as different as a group could look but after a while people started to notice their eyes looked weirdly similar and they held themselves in the same way and their facial expressions mimicked each other and oh my force when did they start looking related?

And this works in their favor later on when they leave cause remember yall they all left and lived happily ever after…

Anyway it works out for them cause when Anakin reiterates “No we’re all siblings” people don’t even think about it they just kinda accept it and move on cause the galaxies in shambles and weirder shit has happened

Even though Ahsoka blames Anakin for crashing everything he’s ever flown it doesn’t truly bother her the risky moves and “fancy flying” become predictable after a while and weirdly comforting

It should concern her that barrel rolls and 90-degree drops are more soothing to her than a trained pilot who flies by the book cause yeah sure the flight is smooth but will the pilot make jokes while they’re being shot down

It is a truly hilarious show of fate that Anakin Skywalker got put in charge of the biggest adrenaline junkie this side of the galaxy and even though they both know this fact neither one of them will mention it

Ahsoka’s just grateful to experience the feeling of a rollercoaster without ever being on one and Anakin’s grateful to finally find someone who just nags him when they freefall instead of screaming at the top of their lungs or puking when they land

Ahsoka will jokingly rat out Anakin to Obi-Wan when he picks on her it’s not uncommon for the older Jedi to hear things like “Master, Anakin keeps floating my sabers to the ceiling” or “Master, I can’t find my headwrap and Anakin’s hiding again can you help me look”

Just funny little tidbits throughout the day and sometimes council members will hear those anecdotes and for some reason they think “Oh she’s willing to rat him out for real” which has led to some council members asking her the bigger questions

Like “Where was your master last night we tried hailing him but he didn’t answer?” and when Ahsoka responds with “Oh he’s been in his room all night tinkering with his arm” they correct her and say that the guards never reported him returning from a late-night excursion

She’ll come up with something like “Oh he left? Well I’m sorry masters I never saw him go and I could have sworn I heard him” which is a lie she told him to say hi to Padme as he left and the only thing she heard that night was her music

But for some strange reason the council decides to believe her cause even though she’s Anakin’s padawan she has a strangely trustworthy face and has a wrap sheet of throwing him under the bus in the past

Little do they know she wouldn’t sell him out for real and Anakin pays loyal people generously and by that I mean baked goods and boba and her favorite movie being played while they eat dinner

I don't know what it is about Anakin that gives me morning-person vibes but he just does now I’m not saying he’s like super bubbly in the morning but being up at five am when no one else is around just soothes him for some reason

This however doesn’t stop him from staying up late to work on some projects or having a movie marathon with Ahsoka it just means those things are infrequent

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on the other hand feel like night owls to me the duo has so much going on throughout the day and while they’re both extroverts at heart nighttime is when they really unwind and get to relax

All this to say it’s very funny imagining the normally broody Anakin smiling serenely at six in the morning barely needing a cup of caf while the normally happy duo of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are reduced to grumbling grumpy messes that are death-gripping their cups of caf

The Jedi don’t say “I love you” at least not in the normal way that everyone else does instead he makes snacks for his padawan while she frantically studies for a test that she forgot about or they say things like “Hey master I think I figured out why your prosthetic keeps locking up”

Or one of them discovers his favorite tea in his cupboard after the younger two come back from a mission but he knows they were stationed three star systems away from where the tea is normally sold

Or the younger coming home from the same mission to find that all the chores they couldn’t do were taken care of

You know the minuscule things that most people wouldn’t bat an eye at but to each other mean the world

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars headcanons #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #padmé amidala #snips and skyguy #sorry these took forever #I got thrown a million curveballs in the past two weeks #just some normal drama here and there #school starting soon and me getting a new job all kinda hit me on the face and didn't let me get up until like yesterday #I'm just really happy and grateful for my support systems right now #but all this to say sorry for the wait and enjoy the sappy shit

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Heres an extremely dumbass idea I thought of while rewatching parks and rec through clips

Belos: “Depressed? I’m the furthest thing from depressed. I mean, look at what I’ve accomplished. Do you see them? Do you think a depressed person could make this? No.”

Hunter:” uh…father who are you talking to? There’s no one there”

Here’s the live Caleb reaction

But yeah I just find Caleb showing up to haunt Belos’s ass at random points and judging every life decision he’s making, so then every time Belos has to miserably fail to try to justify everything he’s done ever to (quite literally) dead silent Caleb is kinda funny in a morbid way

This time he is showing off and brings up his two grimwalkers that have lasted the longest beating his record of two years as an example of a good life decision as well as proving that he totally doesn’t need therapy

Ngl I feel bad for Pip as the poor guy just wanted to nap and got picked up just for Belos to prove a point but he stayed asleep through all of it tho

Btw Caleb is trying so hard not to loose his shit just because there’s youngins there and he doesn’t want to wake up Pip by making Belos pissed off so he’s going to stand there in silence even more menacingly and judgemental

I like the idea that despite the weird as fuck origins of Pip and Hunter, Caleb still sees them as his nephews and likes to check up on them every once in a while when he’s not haunting Belos, Caleb checks on Hunter the most because he’s constantly in dangerous situations even inside the castle so it helps Hunter a lot to have Caleb staring daggers at Belos whenever he gets violent towards Hunter because it usually stops him

On the other hand Caleb does like checking on Pip because it’s nice seeing a version of what could have been if Philip had learnt to accept the boiling isles :( also I can imagine it’s nice seeing your great x(insert number) granddaughter continue your wife’s tradition of being a menace to a stuck up society and teaching those ways to your weird mini brother/ nephew.

also fun fact Hooty can see Caleb (don’t ask how) and greatly enjoys chatting to him as Caleb was the one who managed to convince Eve to let hooty stay in their house’s door as a “guard” but really Caleb just felt bad for the wee bug demon as hooty didn’t have a home at the time and thought so he would be a fun addition to the family hence why alongside Lilith, Caleb was one of Hooty’s favourite people

btw nobody really cares or finds it unusual for hooty to just be talking to himself so not one single person has asked about it lmao

Almost forgot to mention but this is actually still a weird memory that Hunter remembers and used to wonder why on the boiling isles did Belos have those random fits of “hallucinations” until he talked about it with Pip.

Pip was just causally like “wait you couldn’t see him?” And walked off… Hunter has never found out or gotten a clear answer if Pip was actually joking or if he could straight up see dead people, Pip refuses to reveal the real answer because he finds Hunter being confused as fuck hilarious

Also if your wondering why Belos doesn’t have the cool mechanical prosthetic staff arm, he usually hides it with a glove :p (this is because a) I’m too lazy to draw such a detailed prosthetic all the time and b) I doubt Belos would like people to know he’s missing an arm as I doubt he would like the idea of seeming “weak” because in his day this would essentially be a death sentence either due to infection or being classed as less than due to not being able to work properly)

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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I've wanted to write a dissertation on the localization differences in　Sawashiro's Chapter 13 scenes FOREVER you have NO idea, thank you so much for pointing that out.

I did experience the full game back when it was only out in Japanese so I've certainly got Thoughts on both in comparison to the original as well. Although it's not exactly what you were talking about, I do personally think the playfulness is 100% purposeful and the more accurate take in this case! Not just in a literal sense, but in terms of authorial intent.

Chapters 1, 2, and 13 specifically are full of homages to and subversions of his character as seen in RGGO. Playfulness, unpredictability, and an off-putting sense of humor are central to RGGO!Sawashiro. He also happens to be particularly fond of fake-outs like that. Obviously a lot has changed between games, but there's a lot of fascinating interplay as well, even with 7!Sawashiro's much more subdued presentation. Yokoyama has said he was going for a story that doesn't require RGGO's context to understand or enjoy, but a story that's nonetheless made more interesting by taking RGGO's context into account. The effects of that approach are of course going to be apparent in RGGO's main antagonist.

So I don't think it's far-fetched at all to say there's a sense of humor there we just don't get to see much of, being Ichi and being in the situations we're in when we encounter him. I think that kind of works for him as a character whose idiosyncrasies are conveyed equally by what we see and what we don't see.

... I guess I kind of ended up writing a dissertation anyway lol sorry

this is like getting a letter from the president thank you so much for your dissertation and your work in general im actually framing this on my brain walls

#fave #snap chats #ON THE REAL THOUGH LET ME. TALK NORMALLY FOR A SECOND #i DID actually want to make a note bout sawashiro's dialogue during chapter 1 too in my initial post #but i didnt think it was anything super noteworthy- tho now im glad my thinking's been validated in a way #weeks back when i actually did take the time to read through the old RGGO chapters and familiarize myself with RGGO jo #RGGJO if you will AHA--#but on the real when you mention it i DO remember his personality feeling #saying 'relaxed' feels hyperbolic/inaccurate but he definitely did not feel /as/ uptight as Y7jo comes off as #maybe cause his portrait art has him smiling for once ☠️#but its due in part because we got to see RGGO jo more For Obvious Reasons and we got to see him interact with others more #that he got to feel a LIL more personable. not OVERLY friendly but yk. Just Enough to notice in comparison #in the way that i like comparing eng and jp texts it IS really fun looking between RGGO and Y7 jo #obviously they would borrow aspects from RGGO to put into Y7 but it is real neat being able to point them out/see them #i wish i could use my words better to express how much of a fan i am of reading this but just know i am #just very cool and interesting insight all around thank you again for writing in

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still can't believe i used to post on this website every day and now I rarely go on here cause I've got a live in partner and we have 2 cats together and i spend all my time with them or cleaning or doing diy projects or taking care of the pets or drawing or trash picking/craigslist searching and stealing moss and plants from neighborhood sidewalks and having gay sex and cooking dinner and fantasizing about how we'd decorate a house together and planning our wedding we're gonna have some day and researching last names we can have as a couple jdkfhgsdf. anyways, he's the sweetest most supportive partner I could ask for and I'm incredibly lucky to have them. monday night I went out with a grocery cart to collect trash and he was like 'hope you find something good! let me know if you need help :D" and when i called him asking him to walk 10 minutes to help me carry an end table cause my cart was full of rugs and halloween decorations he didn't question it, he was just happy for me. and yesterday he saw how i arranged my collection of loose bones on the bookcase we built together and complimented it. and even though i've got plants in every sunny window in the house he still offers to buy me more, and supports me taking clippings of stuff wherever we go so I can root them at home, and buys me cut flowers all the time cause he knows I like them. even though everyone else is like 'decomposing roadkill is weird' or 'trash is gross, don't you have enough stuff?' or 'where are you even going to put more plants, enough is enough' my partner just supports and encourages my weird hobbies. even when he doesn't enjoy the hobbies he still listens to me talking about it because he likes seeing how excited I get. and I'm really lucky to have someone like that <3

#still like this website better than most social media im just busy being in a real healthy and supportive relationship #with someone who wants to spend the rest of their life with me <3 #he's also so sweet hes like 'i dont want you to have to work i want to get a job where i can support both of us and buy you presents etc'#and obvi i feel guilty when he spends money on me but it is nice when he gets me things #hes got a list of things he hears me mention enjoying on his phone so he can pick me up snacks and flowers and drinks etc when hes out #its so cute #and i try to do the same for him like i bought him a giant jar of pickles and the look on his face was adorable :'))))#were both autistic so remembering each others preferences is even more important for us than other couples #anyways rant over i just like to talk about how lucky i am to have found them and to care and be cared for in return its really nice <333 #personal

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Jawbreaker

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place. Word Count: Over 800 Warnings: Established relationship, mention of injury, misogyny, punching, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes defending you (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm dedicating this to @whisperlullaby , who got to read this in advance, because she deserves this man (along with the rest of you). ❤️Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

A small part of Bucky felt bad as he idly wiped his hand with a towel. A very small part.

He didn’t want people to fear him because of his past and he refused to let it define him. That meant that he tried his best to avoid violent tactics unless absolutely necessary.

But today, well, fuck that. The fucker had it coming.

Steve stood in front of him, his blue eyes narrowed as he waited for his best friend to acknowledge him.

Oh, Bucky expected some sort of reprimand, but he was sure Steve would change his tune in a minute or so.

“You gonna ask me what happened, punk, or glare at me until I talk?” He asked, tossing the towel away.

The blonde huffed out a laugh, but he didn’t look amused. “Why did you break that rookie’s jaw?”

Bucky tilted his head. “What’s the phrase? He fucked around and found out.”

You would’ve been proud of him for that reference.

Steve shook his head when Sam burst out laughing a few feet away. “Sam, please,” he begged, though his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “What did the guy do?”

A bitter taste flooded Bucky’s mouth as anger coursed through his veins again. He inhaled as he thought of your sweet smile and soft touch before he exhaled, the storm inside of him calming.

“Buck, you gotta tell us something,” Steve urged, needing some sort of information to try and do some damage control.

The brunette straightened up to look his friend in the eyes, wanting him to see the fury beneath the cold mask. “He told my girl to throw an apron on and get back in the kitchen when she went to spar.”

You, one of the most capable agents Bucky had ever known.

You, who had shown nothing but kindness to everyone, even when they didn’t deserve it.

The person Bucky was lucky enough to call his other half. His better half.

And some asshole rookie had the gall to treat you as if you didn’t belong there with the rest of them.

Sam was no longer laughing. Steve’s jaw clenched in understanding.

Bucky swallowed, that fury threatening to surface again as he remembered the hurt that filled your eyes at the comment. “You know I’d support anything she wants to do, whether that’s working or staying at home. It doesn’t give some prick the right to make her feel bad for her decision.”

“You know I don’t like bullies, but breaking his jaw?” Steve questioned. The guy deserved it, but did the punishment actually fit the crime?

“When she walked away, he said to come back when she was ready to see what a real man could do for her,” he said, the words coming out like a snarl.

The way you tensed up, fear and disgust flickering on your face, he didn’t think. A switch inside of him went off and he swung.

The fucker was lucky that all he got was a broken jaw. He could’ve done so much worse.

And it wasn’t that you couldn’t defend yourself because you could, but you shouldn’t have to put up with garbage like that.

A cracking sound echoed in the room before he realized he crushed the armrest of his seat. “Fuck. I’ll pay for that,” he mumbled, kicking a bit of the broken piece with his boot. “Can you just tell me how much trouble I’m in so I can get back to my girl?”

He didn’t care if he they suspended or even fired him as long as he got back to you.

The room stayed silent before Sam mused, “Technically, what the rookie did counts as harassment.”

Steve nodded. “And I’m sure Nat can persuade him not to sue for the injury he received,” he added, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’ll take care of it, Buck. Just. No more breaking jaws, okay?”

“When it comes to my girl, I make no promises,” Bucky smiled, his heart racing at the thought of you. “And maybe he’ll think twice before he opens his mouth again.”

“The damage you did, I don’t think he can open his mouth at all,” Sam mumbled.

Bucky’s phone went off before he could comment, his heart swelling as he read your text. He had to bite back a groan, too.

“Thank you again, Jawbreaker. I love you and I’ll be on my knees waiting for you.”

You wanted to thank him not just with words, but with your body and heart. It all belonged to him, like he belonged to you.

And he didn’t need to tell Steve and Sam what the message said since it was just for the two of you. “Love you, too, baby. Nothing to thank me for, but I’m on my way. Be ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Maybe we'll see how you "thank" Bucky down the road. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius…

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,” He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking. It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish. On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!?

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles.

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

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horreurscopes · 1 year

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you don't have to pay overdraft fees ever

the biden administration recently cracked down on overdraft fees which means banks cannot force you to pay them as they have become opt-in -- however you do have to call the bank (for example, paypal payments overdraft you even if you have opted out, as they function like checks.)

my experience is with wellsfargo but i imagine that most major banks may operate similarly:

if you have an overdraft fee, call the bank, you will get a machine. go through the autentification process with it but do not mention your issue when it asks you to (specially not the word overdraft -- this is a conspiracy theory i cannot prove but i swear to god they rewire you to more aggressive phone people if you tipoff the machine) instead say "i'd like to speak to a representative" the machine will be like "lol didn't get that" so you may need to repeat it a couple more times before it wires you to a real person

wait! i'd recomend calling as early in the morning as possible to avoid elevator music.

be nice to the customer service person who picks up (i make a point of thanking them for their help and calling them by their name, if i don't catch it the first time i ask them again for it)

my script is something along the lines of: "hi, i noticed there's an overdraft fee in my account that posted on [date]. i am calling to see if we (WE -- you and the representative are a team against the problem) could do something about it" (<- you may decide to be more direct, i just put my innocent hat on)

most if not all of what they say to you is a script. they will be like "i will check that for you with the automated process that takes into account you previous refund activity" BLAH BLAH BLAH. more waiting. if you have had any refunds in the past 12 months, they will be like "sorry the system says no (:" THOUGH, VERY RECENTLY, they have tacked on this question: do you have any thoughts on that / how do you feel about that / etc. though even if they do not prompt you, here's the next step:

say: thank you! i appreciate the automated review, however i do not agree/approve/consent to being charged a fee. is there any way you could check again / anyone else i could talk to / would it be possible to refund it regardless? etc.

they will check again, possibly more waiting, and then you will get an immediate refund! in the rare case they refuse to, here is the link to the FDIC website that you can refer to (note, this is for overdraft fees only):

8. i cannot emphasize this enough -- be nice !!!!!!!!!!! BE NICE! be cheerful, say "thank you" and "no worries" and "take your time!". it is NOT a confrontation, it is NOT their fault, and most of the time the customer service representative wants this to be as frictionless as possible. they are helping you, use the opportunity to make a moment of their day a lot less stressful than they expect it to be.

that is ALL -- i have been using wellsfargo for over eight years, and have lost hundreds of dollars to predatory overdraft fees charged as a punishment for having no money.

during the beginning covid, when they were momentarily suspended (you had to mention covid on the phone to get them back lol), i came to the realization that all of this time they could have been giving me my money back. there was no reason not to, except corporate greed.

do not let phone social anxiety let them take your money from you, now that it is easier than EVER to get it back. and if you need motivation to pick up the phone, remember this headline from a couple of years back lol:

DEATH TO CAPITALISM !!!!!!

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Okay soooooooo

How bout something like King Steve picking on shy!reader, then later finding out she has a shitty home life plz

ty for requesting!! this can be read as a prequel to this fic — steve comforts you when he accidentally makes you flinch (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, cw for brief mentions of abuse, 1.8k)

Sitting alone at the Hellfire table, you feel a little like fishbait.

Your spot in the very back of the cafeteria is normally full and loud — with Dustin’s bickering, and Eddie’s laughing, and Gareth’s stupid jokes — but they’re not here now. They’re off getting their trays while you sit in wait for them (and the cold fries you’ll ultimately steal from Eddie’s plate). It leaves you perfect prey for circling sharks.

You hear laughter from behind you, over the sounds of the bustling lunch room. You’re certain they’re laughing at you — ‘cause you always think someone’s laughing at you — but you try hard to ignore it. You disregard the subtle pang of anxiety in your chest and stick your nose in your book, eyes flitting across the words without reading any of them.

Someone flumps down at your side then, where Mike usually sits. The overwhelming scent of spiced cologne stings your nostrils. With watering eyes, you look beside you. At Tommy fucking Hagan.

“Hey, Wallflower,” he greets like it’s normal — like he hasn’t spent the past four years pretending you don’t exist. You think he only calls you Wallflower now because his friends have been doing it for so long they don’t remember your real name.

The boy props his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his fist, trying hard to hide his boyish beam and accompanying laughter. He fails.

You cower at his presence, all but shrinking into yourself. “…Hi?” you reply in a tiny voice.

“How’s it hangin’?”

“...Fine?”

“That’s great!” he answers instantly, like he hadn’t heard you at all. “You see, my friend Steve, over there— you know him, right?”

You don’t bother to look where he’s pointing. Of course, you know Steve The Hair Harrington. You don’t think there’s a single person in Hawkins who doesn’t.

You nod in response.

Tommy’s smile widens. “Well, he’s got this massive crush on you,” he confesses, choking back a laugh halfway through. “I mean, he talks about you all the time.”

You know he’s lying. And not just because he’s grinning so hard that his eyes are crinkled and his freckled cheeks are turning pink. You’re almost certain Steve Harrington doesn’t even know who you are. He never had a reason to. Why would the King of Hawkins High ever stoop so low to know someone like you?

You glance at him over your shoulder, a couple tables down from you. He’s almost magnetically pretty. You couldn’t ignore him if you tried — with his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his pretty smile. His golden cheeks flush as all his friends start poking fun at him.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs a laugh you can tell is forced from here. He doesn’t think any of this is funny. You can see it on his face. But he isn’t trying to stop it all from happening. You’re just collateral damage, really.

You turn back to Tommy with a disbelieving look in your eye.

He continues to ramble despite it. “He was just a little nervous coming up to you, that’s all. So I thought I’d do him a favor and slip you his number. You know, as his wingman and all.” He tosses a folded-up index card onto the pages of your opened book. “You should call him tonight— It’ll make his day, I swear.”

He pats you a little too hard on the back before he goes. His laugh echoes over all the rest when he sits back down at his table. You watch them over your shoulder as they fall over themselves to crack jokes about you.

Steve’s the only one not smiling. “Not cool, Tommy,” he mouths.

—————

Locker 148. The one right across from yours. Property of Steve The Hair Harrington.

You shove the thick card with his number written on it between the slits in the metal. You’d carried it around all day, utterly unsure of what to do with it. You decided ultimately to return it, figuring he might feel a little better if a total stranger didn’t have his phone number.

You struggle to slide it through the thin gap, though. The paper gets caught halfway through, and you try to yank it back out again. The old locker moves with you, like it’s not completely shut but still somehow latched.

You’re so in your own head you don’t hear the gymnasium door down the hall squeal open and shut again. Steve pants heavily and tries to recover from a ruthless basketball practice. He hunts for a water fountain and finds you instead.

“What are you doing?” he calls as he nears you, not malicious or unkind but genuinely curious.

Your heart lurches into your throat as you all but jump out of your skin.

Steve laughs, a pretty sound in the silent hallway. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” you assure with an averted gaze, though your frightened demeanor says otherwise. “I was just— I was trying to give you this.”

You hold the paper out towards him. He takes it with hesitant hands. “What is it?”

“Your number. Tommy gave it to me earlier, and I know it was just a stupid joke, so I… I thought you’d feel more comfortable if I gave it back to you.”

Something in Steve’s chest aches. He doesn’t understand why you would care about what might make him comfortable. It’s not like he ever gave you the time of day — or ever tried to stop his friends from being total assholes. As far as he’s concerned, you’re the last person who should give a shit about him.

“Oh. Right— Yeah… Thanks,” he stammers and shoves the thing into his pocket. “And I’m— I’m sorry about Tommy and everything. He can be a real douchebag sometimes. I didn’t… I didn’t tell him to bother you or anything—”

“I know,” you assure in a mousy voice. “Tommy gave me your number hoping I’d be dumb enough to call while your friends were over so you could all… laugh at me? I guess. He could’ve been a little more original, honestly.”

Steve cracks a smile. He almost laughs, but he can’t tell if you’re joking or not.

“I’ll talk to him later. Tell him to leave you alone—” He rambles and walks closer to you. You watch him with tentative eyes as he approaches. “—He’s a total dumbass sometimes, but he usually means well. Most of the time, anyway—”

Steve raises his hand suddenly. And, because you’re frightened by everything little thing, you flinch and stumble over yourself in the process. The lockers catch your fall, and you hit the back of your head. Hard.

“Shit— Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you squeak, holding the crown of your hair and squinting as your skull pounds.

Steve rushes to your side, then idles just ahead of you because he doesn’t know if you want him touching you. His brows pinch, chiseled features swimming with concern. His cinnamon eyes glitter with it, too. “I wasn’t trying to scare you—”

“It’s okay.”

“—My locker was just jammed. I was going to shut it.”

The metal door is open now, from where it wasn’t shut all the way and where you just smacked your head on it.

“I just wasn’t expecting it,” you assure in a tight voice, trying hard to ignore the sharp throbbing. “It’s fine. I’m fine—”

“You’re hurt.”

“It’ll go away—”

“Let me get you an icepack.”

“—I’ll be fine once I get home.”

Steve, feeling purely at fault and aching at how effortlessly you shrug him off, decides to approach you fully. He curls a warm hand around the outside of your elbow. A touch surprisingly gentle. “No. C’mon. Let me help.”

You don’t feel much like you’re in any position to fight him about it. Not with the world still swaying under your feet.

Steve guides you the short distance to the empty cafeteria. Slow and kind and dreadfully patient. He sits you down, makes sure you’re still okay, and then rushes to fix you a makeshift icepack — a ziplock bag filled to the brim with chipped ice.

He sits at the chair beside yours, slightly askew so his knees bump your thighs. He holds the pack to the crown of your head and gazes at you attentively. You’re not looking back at him to see it.

“Does it still hurt?”

You shrug, eyes flitted to the wringing hands in your lap. “It’s fine. It just feels a little like I have a migraine.”

Steve winces. “I’m sorry.”

Your doe eyes peek at him from beneath your lashes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I scared you.”

“Everything scares me.”

It’s a dumb joke. You mean it, but you still expect him to laugh about it. He doesn’t even crack a smile, though. He just keeps looking at you with that puppy-like twist to his features. The worry is evident in his face.

“Do you wanna, like, talk about it or something?”

“About what?”

“Why you flinched.”

You freeze, breath hitching in your throat. No one’s ever noticed your incessant panic — outside of making jokes about it anyway. No one’s cared enough to ask about it, either. Steve Harrington is the last person you expected any kind of concern from.

You shake your head after a few long moments. “No.”

“You could,” Steve assures, suddenly shy. You didn’t know he could be anything other than totally full of himself. “You know, if you wanted to. I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t tell anyone—”

You scoff a disbelieving laugh.

Steve’s features swirl with hurt. You hate that it makes your chest ache. You hate most that he hasn’t stopped being soft with you. The hand holding the pack to your head hasn’t yet wavered, even though you know his arm must be tired now.

“I wouldn’t. ‘Cause I— I know what it’s like to… to have a bad home life or whatever,” he confesses, stammering hopelessly. He forces a laugh at himself. “Probably more than most people do, honestly.”

His admission takes you by surprise. It comforts you in a way you didn’t think someone like him could.

Even still, you shake your head. “I— I can’t—” you murmur, clearing your throat when the words get stuck there. “I can’t talk about it…”

Steve nods, firm and reassuring. “That’s okay. You don’t have to, I was just… I was just saying, you know? I get it.”

You swallow through a tight throat, nodding wordlessly in response.

“Plus, you know, you have my number and everything… If you ever wanted to talk…”

You flash him a timid look and crack a quiet smile. “I gave it back to you, remember?”

“I’ll write it down for you again,” he promises with a shrug and a lopsided grin. It’s easier to ignore his aching arm and the ice stinging his palm when he’s looking at you. “For real this time.”

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