#it’s an attack on me. because she wants her freak kid to be normal so badly she’s willing to ruin its life.
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I love your work and I was wondering if you could do the TFP autobots and deceptions reactions to a Spider- man/woman/person buddy. Either Romantic or platonic if possible :) have a nice day/night and remover to look after yourself ☺️
Thank you for the compliments! Compliments are very much apprenticed! the Cons section is a bit shorter, only because I feel like the Con's would try and kill Buddy on sight because of Arachnid. Lets see how the Bots and Cons fair with Spider Buddy with their powers and shenanigans.
Hope you enjoy!
Autobots and Decepticons reaction to Spider Buddy
SFW, platonic, some mentions of violence of Con's part but nothing graphic or detailed, Spider reader
TFP
Optimus Prime
Oh.
This is new. Buddy has to sit down with him so he can properly understand what is happening.
He is a bit unsettled by the webbing at first but comes to terms that it is a thing Buddy does and it becomes the new normal for him.
“Buddy, I know you enjoy swinging around the base. But if you can please refrain from webbing our frames?”--Optimus
“Got it Optimus!”—Buddy
Buddy demonstrated their ability to climb and stick to the walls by climbing and standing on the ceiling. He was just on edge and ready to catch them if they ever fell. But he is also amazed at Buddy’s powers.
He discovered their strength when Raf accidentally slipped a controller under the couch and Buddy casually lifted the couch with Miko and Jack on it with one hand and grabbed the remote and tossed it to Raf.
“Agent Fowler?”--Optimus
“Prime?”--Fowler
“Is it normal for a human to lift up a couch with other humans on it single handedly?”--Optimus
“Not if they have steroids. Why?”--Fowler
“…”--Optimus
Ratchet
Buddy nearly gave him a spark attack when they showed their power. To be fair Buddy was trying to explain them, but he wasn’t paying attention. So, they web one of his tools and hold it proudly above their head single handedly.
“You need this Ratchet?”--Buddy
“Thank—What! How are you doing that!?”--Ratchet
Ratchet nearly has the attack right there.
He gets very interested in the levels of dexterity and strength the webbings have. He won’t conduct any test on Buddy, not even if he had their permission. He does want to know everything he can about the webbing’s utilities.
“What else can you do with it?”--Ratchet
“Hmmm… Oh! I can shoot long distance web balls! Watch!”--Buddy
Buddy throws a random web ball behind their back.
THWAP!
“BBBBBBEEEEEPPPPPP! (PRIMUS! WHAT IS THIS STUFF! GET IT OFF ME!)--Bumblebee
He also wants to know if there is any medical thing he should know about. He wants to know so he can be ready to help when they get hurt.
“You don’t need to be worried about that Ratchet. I have a fast-healing factor.”--Buddy
“Did I ask?”--Ratchet
“Well—”--Buddy
“No, I didn’t. I don’t care if your healing factor is faster than a speedster-on-speedster circuits. Now where are the bandages?”--Ratchet
Bumblebee
He remembers the comic hero that Buddy’s powers are slightly based off. He watches a lot of superhero media on TV with Raf and the kids. He is a fan of the powers.
Of course, he found about their webbing the hard way…
“BBBBBBEEEEEPPPPPP! (PRIMUS! WHAT IS THIS STUFF! GET IT OFF ME!)--Bumblebee
“Bee! Stop moving! I’m trying to help!”--Buddy
“BEEEP BEEEEEPP! (WHAT IS THIS!? DID THIS COME OUT OF YOU!?)--Bumblebee
Buddy has scared him multiple times. Buddy has the bad habit of swinging and landing on his shoulder. He does get used to it as time goes on.
He finds it cool that Buddy can pick up stuff that shouldn’t be possible for an average person to pick up.
He does worry about them overexerting themselves though, he always reminds Buddy to take some things easier.
“Pass me the couch.”--Buddy
“Bep. (No.)”--Bumblebee
Arcee
Flashbacks…
One of the longest to warm up to Buddy’s powers. She is fine with Buddy as a person. But their powers…they remind her too much of Arachnid.
Freaked out seeing the webs the first time.
“Jack! Why are you webbed up? Oh, Primus it was Arachnid! She’s here! Hold—”--Arcee
“Nah ‘Cee that was me.”--Buddy
“…What?”--Arcee
“You see Jack over here wanted to see how useful his dull knife in his Swiss army tool kit was. So, I gave him a challenge.”--Buddy
“Yeah. That’s my bad Arcee.”--Jack
“…”--Arcee
“…Arcee?”--Jack
“…I think I involuntarily gave her Vietnam flashbacks…”--Buddy
She does get used to it after some time.
She finds Buddy’s strength cool but doesn’t like to test it. Who knows where buddy’s limit is? What if they accidentally hit it, what would happen then? She doesn’t want to know.
“Hey Arcee, can you pass—”--Buddy
“I’m not passing you the couch.”--Arcee
Smokescreen
He thinks that Buddy’s powers are so cool!
Absolutely eggs them on to do more tricks.
“I’m going to jump!”--Buddy
“BEEP! (Don’t!)--Bumblebee
“Do a flip!”--Smokescreen
Definite instigator. He asks so many questions about Buddy’s powers that Buddy can’t keep up with all of them. So as a compromise Buddy set a limit for questions per day.
“Hey Buddy, how can—”--Smokescreen
“You used your last question 2 hours ago Smokey.”--Buddy
“But—”--Smokescreen
“Wait until tomorrow.”--Buddy
Definitely wants to know how much can Buddy carry. He can never get Buddy to do just enough because someone always comes in when things get interesting.
“Smokescreen have you seen Jackie? I’ve been—BUDDY!”--Bulkhead
“Hi Bulk! I haven’t seen Wheeljack—”--Smokescreen
“Forget that! Help Buddy!”--Bulkhead
“They’re fine. Right Buddy?”--Smokescreen
Buddy holding the couch, TV, and the kids with one hand giving a thumbs up.
Bulkhead
Oh, more flashback!
He doesn’t have good memories with Arachnid just like Arcee, but they aren’t as bad as hers.
He does find the webbing to be weird. Cool, but weird.
Buddy webbing a can of soda and drinking it.
“How did you get so good at catching it?”--Bulkhead
“Oh, I wasn’t always good. But I got better with time. It only took The Curling Iron incident for me to really get the hang of it.”--Buddy
“What incident?”--Bulkhead
“Not important.”—Buddy
He holds out about Buddy’s strength when he nearly fell on one of ratchet’s equipment again bit was stopped mid fall when Buddy webbed his back and was holding him steady.
“Hey Bulkhead, if you don’t mind, can you please get your footing right? This isn’t exactly the most comfortable position ever.”--Buddy
“HOW ARE YOU EVEN DOING THIS!”--Bulkhead
Wheeljack
This goes in the list of weird things Wheeljack has seen, but he likes this.
Like Ratchet, he becomes fascinated by the dexterity of the webbing. But also, on Buddy’s physical strength.
“So, you stopped Bulkhead from falling using these webs?”--Wheeljack
“Yep!”--Buddy
“Do you think it can hold Ultra Magnus down for 5 minutes?”--Wheeljack
“Hypothetically, yes? It should… why?”--Buddy
“… I think we both know…”—Wheeljack
He helps Buddy with their acrobatics. He is always hyper vigilant in case Buddy looks like they are going to get hurt.
“C’mon Jackie toss me higher!”--Buddy
“Any higher you’ll be eating the ceiling.”--Wheeljack
“Like I haven’t done that 27 times.”--Buddy
“…That’s oddly specific.”--Wheeljack
“Don’t question it.”--Buddy
Ultra Magnus
He is not prepared.
Like Optimus Buddy has to sit down with him to talk about their powers so he can fully understand. He understands for the most part. So now all that needs to happen is the demonstrations.
“These are my webbings.”--Buddy
“Interesting.”—Ultra Magnus
“I can do all sorts of things with them. For example, throw them.”--Buddy
Throws a web ball randomly behind them.
THWAP!
“BEEEEEEEPPP BEEEP BEEEEEPPP! (NOT AGAIN! BUDDY! HOW MANNY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO DO THIS!)--Bumblebee
He finds out about Buddy’s strength the hard way. He had gotten in the crossfire of a game of lobbing and was falling backwards from the force of the ball. He is fully expected to land hard on the ground, but he doesn’t he is inches away from the floor.
“Hey Mags? As much as I would love to keep holding you, can you please get up?”--Buddy
“BY THE ALLSPARK HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD!?”—Ultra Magnus
“I have no idea. Made it this far on pure accidents.”--Buddy
Megatron
He doesn’t like Buddy.
“Pest.”--Megatron
“Bucket head.”--Buddy
They remind him too much of the traitor Arachnid. He might send other bots to dispose of them. He lets go of that seeing as Buddy always comes back to the Nemesis.
They become the equivalent of an annoying stray that comes by your house at 3 am asking for food.
“Hmmm… its quiet... too quiet…”--Megatron
“Hey Bucket head! You had your daily dose of space meth!?”--Buddy
“For the last time! It’s called Dark Energon!”--Megatron
“All I hear is space meth!”—Buddy
Starscream
He really doesn’t like them.
“Insolent Fleshling.”--Starscream
“Whiney-wannabe-toddler.”--Buddy
Like many others, he is reminded of Arachnid, too much. He has tried to kill Buddy before, but Buddy is too fast and nimble for him. Buddy now has a grudge against him and purposely webs his pedes together at the most inconvenient times.
“Now! Rise my fellow Decepticons! Rise with the new age of Starscream the—”--Starscream
Wham!
“I hate that human so much…”--Starscream
Knockout and Breakdown
It was near death on sight.
“Hey! Hey! Calm down!”--Buddy
“Kill it!”--Breakdown
“Rude!”--Buddy
But after some explanation, the pair realize that Buddy is nothing like Arachnid. They have to sit down for another explanation on Buddy’s powers though. Buddy has made it their mission to protect their new friends from Arachnid.
The pair thinks it is a joke.
It’s not.
“I pushed the spider off of the ship.”--Buddy
“Oh, that’s nice.”--Knockout
Later.
“Knockout! I heard from some Vehicons that Arachnid fell off of the ship!”--Breakdown
Sudden realization
“Oh, boy…”—Knockout
Soundwave
Child. Must have child.
Buddy is now an honorary cassette after they webbed Arachnid and Starscream into a closet.
Soundwave looking at the loud closet. Walks away like nothing happened.
He doesn’t mind Buddy swinging around and their webbing, it’s just an organic thing they do. Yes, he sat down for Buddy to explain everything. He now has a file exclusively just for Buddy’s things. He is willing to protect his new friend against all Con threats on the Nemesis.
Buddy is his now.
“Operation: Buddy safety”
“Arachnid: Threat must be neutralized.”
Dreadwing
He doesn’t mind Buddy being there.
Sees Buddy swinging off a ledge.
“I question where my allegiances are sometimes…”--Dreadwing
He kind of ignores them while they are on the ship. He isn’t that rude though; he’ll acknowledge that they are there maybe a quick chat on what’s happening on the ship but that’s about it.
“I heard that Arachnid fell off of the ship a few days ago…”--Dreadwing
“Oh no, anyways…”—Buddy
He doesn’t bother Buddy; Buddy doesn’t bother him.
Win-win.
Shockwave
He doesn’t know that Buddy exists.
Why?
Because he doesn’t come out of his lab.
And, because Soundwave, Knockout and Breakdown don’t want him to meet Buddy.
“Why can’t I meet him again?”--Buddy
“I prefer our conversations to happen when you’re not getting dissected on a filthy table.”--Knockout
They firmly believe that Shockwave would dissect their friend in the name of science.
And that he would.
Predaking
He hasn’t had enough time to officially meet Buddy.
Mainly because Buddy is so small and Predaking doesn’t really acknowledge them. They are weak and frail like any other human.
Sees Buddy walking down the hall, turns around and walks away from the ‘filth’.
He does know that Buddy is an enemy to Starscream after witnessing Buddy web his pedes to the ground. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?
Maybe he would try and strike a conversation in the future.
Arachnid
As much as she loves another fellow spider.
She is going to hunt down Buddy.
Which is tough luck for her because Buddy always seems to know where she is at and at time used her own webs against her.
“When I get my servos on you—”--Arachnid
“You mean IF you get them on me, you evil robotic knockoff.” --Buddy
She is making it her goal to have Buddy’s head on a pike in her trophy room.
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all the things she said | sam carpenter x reader
summary: sam could be impulsive sometimes and you hated it.
warnings: slight scream vi spoilers, but nothing too big. angst with smut at the end. top!sam & bottom!reader. english is not my first language.
pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader.
word count: 2.3k words.
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It felt way too good to be true, to be completely honest.
You were a survivor, a fighter. When the Woodsboro attacks happened again, you were there. You survived. You got stabbed in your back 4 times and it damaged your nerve. You would never walk normally again. But you still survived. Liv and Wes couldn't say the same. And you were so grateful that life, god, fate, whatever you wanna call it, gave you a second chance.
So, like any sane person would, you and your friends decided to leave Woodsboro behind. All of the trauma and the pain should stay right there, where it belonged. You all needed a fresh start. Chad and Tara enrolled into college, Sam finally started therapy and Mindy got a girlfriend, just like you did. You started to work in NYC as a photographer and, surprisingly enough, started dating Sam. Like I've said; way too good to be true.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You said while getting up from the couch. A ghostface attack, on an alley. A college professor died brutaly. She was young, so freaking young to just die in the hands of an asshole with a mask on. "Guys, I think y'all need to see this..."
You said, grabbing the attention of the Core Four (horrible name, by the way), making them leave the kitchen and watch the news with you. The room once filled with laughter got quiet all of a sudden. Tara was in the verge of tears, Mindy was shaking. Chad couldn't even speak. But Sam was the only one who took action and said something. "Pack your shit, we're leaving."
Your girlfriend fled the room, going to the kitchen to grab her knife and to start packing up her stuff, but you followed her. "Yeah, no? We can't do that, Sam. We can't just, leave!"
"Like hell we can't." She finally grabbed her knife and went to her bedroom.
"You think we're gonna be safe if we leave? He followed us, Sam! What makes you think he's not going to again?" She didn't even listened to you, just started packing her stuff like you weren't even there. You put both of your hands on the top of the suitcase, preventing her from continuing. "Stop this and listen to me, babe."
"Don't call me that in front of them, (Y/N)." You rolled your eyes.
"Fuck that, no one is fucking here. I already know you're ashamed of me, you don't need to remind me." Sam looked at you, with a tired look on her face. Here we go again, she thought.
"You know that I'm not ashamed of you, (Y/N). It's complicated and you know it." You huffed, closing the door so you both could have some privacy. "Complicated my ass, Samantha. You don't wanna be seen with me and that's fucking fine, I can handle it. What I can't handle is the fact that you don't take my opinion into consideration!" You ran you hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "We cannot just fucking leave here, Sam! Tara has her life here, she wants to be freaking normal and that's not gonna happen if you move us around the country like we're fucking nomads." She tried to speak but of course, you didn't let her. "Plus, we need to know what we're dealing with! Who we're dealing with! They may wanna come after you again, and if they do, they're not gonna just give up. They're gonna follow us if we don't stop them, Sam. You know I'm fucking right."
"I am trying to do what is best for my family, (Y/N). We're going to fucking die if we go through this shit again!" She raised her voice at you. So she wants to fight, huh?
"And I'm not, Sam?! Is that what you fucking mean? That I wanna stay here because I want all of us to die?"
"Tara doesn't fucking need this anymore! Not again! We're leaving New York and that's final!" She started packing her bags again, making you angrier by the minute.
"I'm sorry to say that but that's not how life fucking works! We are a family, Sam! We get to make all of our decisions together!"
"No, (Y/N)! We are not a fucking family! Tara and I are family, you're not. So just stop trying to decide what is best for us and leave us the hell alone!" She screamed loudly, looking at you with rage in her eyes. Hearing all of that shit from her broke your heart into million pieces. She was right, you were not her family. You felt your eyes start to water and it made you laugh, ironically. Sam realised what she just said, and the expression on her face just softened. "(Y/N), I..."
"You're so fucking right, Sam. I'm not your family. You don't even have the guts to tell people we're dating, so I guess you're right." You said, smiling through the pain. "You know what? If you really want to, I'll leave you alone."
You opened the door, grabbing your jacket and keys, getting ready to leave the apartment. Sam didn't even tried to stop you; she just stood there, speechless. All of them heard you fight, but they also didn't said anything, until you were just about to leave. "(Y/N), don't go out. Ghostface is out there, you know it's not safe. He might..." Chad started but you interrupted him.
"Kill me? Yeah, I'm aware. But I just learned today that it wouldn't make a fucking difference if he did." And then you left, going to god knows where.
--
It has been a couple of hours since you fought with Sam. She's been trying to contact you and left, literally, more than 100 messages on your phone, but you didn't replied to any of them. You were too hurt to reply to any of them. You just found a bar downtown and drank the whole night. Thank goodness you didn't got drunk that easily, otherwise you wouldn't even be standing still right now.
"It was hard to find you." You heard someone say behind you, making you turn around. It was Sam. Her eyes looked puffy, like she's been crying for hours, a heartbreaking scene to be honest, but you didn't said anything and took a gulp of your whisky. "I had to track down your phone, like, a million times..."
"Sam, I-" You tried, but she interrupted you immediately. "I just wanna talk, okay?" You huffed and look straight ahead, letting her sit right next to you. "I hate it when you drink."
"Well, I guess we're both disappointed right now." You laughed ironically which made Sam take a deep breath.
"I'm sorry for what I've said. Truly. I was upset, and scared. We all are. Just come back home so we can talk about all of this." She pleaded, holding your hand over the bar table. "And you're absolutely right. I don't need to hide anymore. You make me happy, (Y/N). Happier than I've ever been in so fucking long. I don't need for this, for us, to be a secret. And I'm so sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you."
"I know that, don't worry. It's fine." You held her hand and kissed the back of it. "You know that we can't go, Sam. We need to stay here and figure out who is behind all of this." She nodded.
"I know... It just scares the shit out of me. I don't want to go through this again, I don't want Tara to go through this again. I don't want you go through this because of me."
"Stop it, okay? This is not your fault, baby. They're just some psychopaths with a mask on who have nothing better to do." You kissed her hand again. "We're gonna get through this, like we always did. And plus, I wouldn't mind killing another ghostface." You joked, making her smile a little. The most beautiful smile in the world, you dared to say. "Come on, let's go home."
--
"I fucking KNEW IT!" Mindy yelled, pointing at you while laughing a little. "I've always felt some sapphic vibes from you both, damn. The gaydar never fails."
"And why you waited until now to tell us? Especially now, actually, with the whole ghostface shit going on." Tara asked, making Sam look at you then her.
"I don't know. It's just, ever since Richie, it felt weird and stupid to date again. I thought I'd never trust anyone ever again. It felt safe having this little secret, for some reason. And I'm sorry from keeping this from you, really." She said, while holding your hand. It felt good to finally reveal the secret. You guys could, actually, hold hands in public. And kiss, and call each other pet names. It felt really freaking good.
You guys stayed up all night talking and drinking, the six of you. Anika got really close with you guys so she felt like family at that moment. It made you guys forget for a few hours about anything that was going on, especially ghostface.
After a while, Chad, Anika and Mindy decided to leave. It was getting pretty late and they didn't wanted to walk around the city late at night out of fear. Tara decided to study a little bit, and your roommate Quinn was at some hookup's house being sex positive, or whatever that means.
"Did you do it for me?" You asked, while looking at Sam. She was changing into some more comfortable clothes while you were laying down in your bed. It felt nice to finally share a room with her instead of Tara, to be honest. "Did what, babe?"
"Told them. If you really wanted to be a secret, still, I could handle it..." She smiled at you and walked towards you, laying down on top of your body.
"I wanted to tell them, babe. Seriously. It feels nice to finally be out there, too. I didn't wanted you to think that I did it because of our fight, or ghostface, or anything. I did it because I love you, (Y/N). You're my girl. I want everybody to know that." She whispered the last part, getting closer and closer to your face while she talked. You could feel her hot breath against your skin, and her mouth looked incredibly kissable at that moment.
"Don't do that." You mumbled, looking at her eyes. "Do what?"
"This. It makes me... feel things." You always felt so shy in front of Sam. She had this whole protective aura around her, that it made you actually want to be protected by her. It turned you on, even. "Feel what, babe?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Sam..." You diverged you look to the wall, but she held you chin between her index and thumb, making you forcibly look at her. Her eyes were darker now, filled with something that you knew exactly what it was.
"It turns you on, huh? When I call you mine?" She got closer, if that was possible, making your lips rub against each other. Her free hand made its way to your stomach, then your thighs, and your legs. Without ceremony, her hand got into your pants, fitting like it really belonged there. You were already embarrassingly wet by now, which made Sam smile a little. "Oh, you're already like this, babe? I didn't do anything, yet."
"You know you don't need to do nothing, Sam..." You swallowed, closing your eyes. You were completely at her mercy and she knew it, and knowing her, she would take advantage of that pretty soon.
Sam started to make circular movements on you clit, over your soaked panties. It made you shiver and tremble under her body, which made her laugh slightly. The way you were moaning softly to not starle Tara in the other room was heavenly, she loved being the one making you moan like this. "Sam..."
"Hm?" She replied, innocently. "M-More..."
She promptly obeyed, entering your panties and sliding one digit into you, making you gasp and arch you back. You were holding back your moans like crazy but let one slip. "Shhh... Tara is right in the other room; we don't want her to hear that, hm?"
You shook your head no, looking at her. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire; you could almost feel how much she wanted you right now. She started to pump her finger inside of you, starting slowly; then increasing the pace gradually. "Fuck, Sam..."
"You feel so good around my fingers, baby. So fucking tight... " She said while kissing your neck, leaving some love bites all over your skin. "You're fucking made for me, and only me."
"Only you..." You admited, without even thinking straight. She made you feel at cloud nine, all of the pleasure was something that only she made you feel. She added another finger, thrusting them inside of you deeper by the minute. You were spending all of your energy in holding back your moans, and you would hate if Tara walked in on both of you. Sam felt your pussy tighten around her fingers, making her smile slyly. "Come on, baby... Cum for me."
That was everything you needed to hear to finally release on her fingers, with a loud moan that you couldn't supress this time. Sam rode your orgasm perfectly, putting her own fingers into her mouth when you were done. "Delicious."
"You're unbelievable, Sam." You tried to say, out of breath. She held your chin and kissed you slowly, lovingly. "And you love it."
Before you could say anything, you heard some knocks on the wall next to you. "There are people trying to study here! Go be all porn-huby somewhere else!" Tara yelled, making you widen your eyes and blush. "I'll never leave this room again, Sam."
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#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter smut#sam carpenter#melissa barrera#scream#scream vi#scream vi imagines#scream imagines#scream smut#scream vi smut
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Omega Spider socorro
Part 2
Just some random thoughts that I have to let it out LOL. Platonic only, no romantic relationship!
Humans have alpha/beta/omega just like in the Omega verse but Navi doesn't have that. So when the first time Jake enters his Avatar body he feels really nice that can't smell any pheromones of omega and alpha, it has been bothering him for all his life.
After the great war Jake almost forgets about secondary gender until Spider is around 8 (I'm not sure the age when children show their secondary gender) He has normal check up and turns out Spider socorro is an Omega.
That freaking the hell out of Norm and Max like being a Quaritch child is hard enough and Spider is now Omega! Norm belike nah he doesn’t care who his father is, he's gonna take care of Spider until the day he dies. The McCosker? They don’t care about Spider anyway so Norm just nominates himself to be Spider guardian instant of McCosker. After that the scientist becomes like a mama hen that watches Spider every step. That makes Neytiri really confused about their sudden change.
So Jake basically has to explain Spider secondary gender to his mate and children. Neytiri found it ridiculous how Sky people treat other people with their secondary gender, how they only see that not the whole person but Neytiri didn’t care a lot because it is not something irrelevant to her family.
One day that Spider is going in the forest and suddenly Heat, he radio Norm and that makes hell break loose. Jake and Neytiri have to find him before something bad happens and when they find him it makes both Navi shocked.
Spider is sleeping on the pile of leaves while the other animal from Pandora surrounds him and cuddles the child, including Atokirina. That almost gives Jake a heart attack and when he tries to get closer at Spider the animal suddenly growls at him. He feels like the animal is trying to protect Spider like mama Thanator protects her cub. It makes Neytiri amazed and confused at the same time that why Eywa sent the animal to protect this demon child.
It turns out that Omega pheromone has the similar smell like the animal in distress so that is the reason why other animals were there cuddling and protecting him until he calmed down. After that incident whenever Spider enters the forest there alway be at least one animal that comes to check on him, sniff at him and leave, of course Sully kid (except Kiri) found it pretty weird. Neytiri is gaining new feelings for Spier, she feels like if Eywa accepts him then she will try to see him not as demon son.
I just want to write some Omega verse fanfic but didn’t know that on Pandora they have the same thing. So I just went like only humans have and Navi doesn’t have. The animal part I thinking about Eywa see the Spider suddenly collapse and freak her out so bad that she just send a bunch of animal to protect him LOL because on Pandora they doesn’t have ABO so she really freak out a lot after that she still paranoid and send some animal to make sure he is ok.
Let me know if you like this Idea it may have a part 2 !!
#spider socorro#spider avatar#avatar spider#miles spider socorro#spider miles socorro#atwow spider#spider atwow#spider soccoro#eywa#neytiri#jake sully#atwow#omega spider
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Shadowgast Recs: Featuring Empire Sibs!
This week, we have seventeen recs featuring Beau and Caleb's friendship! Check them out under the cut, and don't forget to comment or kudos if you like them!
Courting of the Caleb by VexedVixen (17417, Mature)
Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn
Essek is courting Caleb, though Beau has to point that out to Caleb.
Reccer says: I like cultural differences, and Beau is the best wingman who notices all. But she'd never admit it and also never wants to hear about it. Overal very sweet, a little funny and very well written.
like 80/20 on the kinsey scale by Jakia (2772, Teen)
Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Caleb needs professional lesbian input about his sexuality
Reccer says: I do just like sexuality talk, little freakouts and coming out to people, especially if it goes well.
Cold night out by Fafsernir (2330, Teen)
Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Caleb and Beau huddle for warmth and talk about what it means to move forward in relationships with complicated histories.
Reccer says: All the little touches that made me go, "Oh, yeah, that's Beau." (And the little touches that made me go, "Oh, yeah, that's gotta be what that mechanic really feels like.") Caleb's playfulness counterbalanced by his gravity and how much himself he is in both. They're having a conversation about other people and how to let themselves love them, but it's also a process by which they're each using the other as their compass to move forward, however small the steps.
Hard Mouth by road_rhythm (216143, Explicit)
Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con
In the wake of the Battle of Cognouza, Caleb comes under attack from something in his dreams. Essek and Beau are forced to cooperate in a race to save him.
Reccer says: This is a Shadowgast fic, but all of the Nein get their due, and the Empire Kids are as important a relationship as Shadowgast is. It has such a great Beau: tough and vulnerable, insecure but brave--and she plays off of Caleb and Essek to great effect.
widogast's magic mosaic by burningdarkfire (8402, Teen)
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After Aeor, the Mighty Nein go their separate ways - but Caleb carries the lessons they've taught him everywhere. Eight things the Mighty Nein have taught Caleb (and that he teaches them in turn).
Reccer says: Each of the vignettes that make up the fic has so much happiness in it. It strikes me as a fic *about* happiness. But that happiness often feels laborious. It is work. And that's what makes it feel real, and vital, and rewarding.
The Worlds Between Us by Nellaplanet (159375, Mature)
Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Caleb and Beau just wanted to live their life with their weird friends next door, but they're already very deeply entrenshed into the magical other planes that they know nothing of yet. They find out quickly once Caleb gets kidnapped by the Shadowhand.
Reccer says: Caleb desperate to find out more about his past, Nott being so protective, Beau being so protective, Essek having the horrifying realisation of developping a conscience, Jester not realising why Beau would freak the fuck out once she realises not her friends are not actually normal human beings who are a bit weird, Caleb honeypotting, Essek honeypotting, difficult relationships. This fic has everything.
Deception and Other Party Games by Sethrial (27318, Not Rated)
Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn
The Empire slaves have been given to Essek, because obviously he doesn't have enough to do. He doesn't particularly want them, but he shall simply have to make the most of it.
Reccer says: The characterization, worldbuilding, sexual tension, and dramatic irony in this are all choice. There's so much that happens off-page but is instantly legible--which only enhances the sense of how well the M9 work together. It's hard to say which dynamic is tastier: the honeypot 4 honeypot of the Shadowgast or the seamless communication of the Empire kids.
The Devil's Hands are Idle Playthings by Sethrial (16871, Mature)
Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn
Caleb died. That's something he has to come to terms with. He died and went to hell, and now he's back with a job to do and a demon gently reminding him to do it.
Reccer says: "In a modern 'verse, Caleb comes back from the dead seeing a demon named Mollymauk. Does taking his meds help? Hard to say. Molly won't leave him alone for long, because he has these little jobs for Caleb to do--small things. Negligible things. A bit too much soap in his mop bucket at his night job, a few twists of fate, and hey, presto: a dead body. That sort of thing. No sane person would call that murder, but psychotic or not, Caleb's under no illusions. Then one day he meets a girl named Beau--and Beau has a demon, too. As fantastic as its premise is, what stands out to me most about Devil's Hands is how incredibly real it feels. Caleb's insomnia, his hit-or-miss coping strategies, the shape and texture of his night job and his useless past achievements and his life are all so vivid and relatable that they're equal parts enthralling and exhausting to read. The underlying mystery is compelling, and Caleb and Beau's partnership is a cocktail of deeply weird, half unwilling, and meant to be (maybe). WIP.
Illumination guides your purpose by Beleriandings (5192, General)
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Beau asks Caleb to take a look at a relic of the Calamity with her. Together with Yasha and Essek, they bear witness.
Reccer says: Patia's sphere is always a rich vein for fic, and I particularly love how this fic frames its central event—the characters confronting the sphere's message and contents—and also how it uses that in turn to frame the life and work all four of them are about to embark on.
Show me your teeth by VexedVixen (1141, Mature)
Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn
Essek has fangs and Yasha wants to know how it feels. Beau does not want to hear about Caleb's sex life.
Reccer says: It is very funny and honestly who of us hasn't wondered. I'll always like Beau being disgusted by hearing anything about Caleb's intimate life.
Unfinished by road_rhythm (101718, Explicit)
Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn
Eleven years after something went wrong and shattered the Nein and Caleb and Essek's relationship, Essek and Beau track down Caleb to try to unravel a conspiracy in the Cerberus Assembly.
Reccer says: It's raw and twisty and the world-building is so, so good. I gasped out loud more than once (this fic is a wip.) This is also my favorite Beau - she's a badass and a mess all at once, and you can feel how much they care about each other even when they're furious with each other.
dreaming I'm alive by lakrisrot (enheduane) (8620, Teen)
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Beau spars with Essek. Caleb watches.
Reccer says: I liked it!
I'll Show You What It Means to be Spared by thetickingclock (4543, Teen)
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Beau, Astrid, Eadwulf, and Caleb go after a rogue Scourger. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
Reccer says: A visceral dive into how Beau relates to the wizards in her life and to their whole insular, unsavory, mega-traumatic *deal.* Deft character studies of everybody, particularly Beau and Astrid, and of how Caleb relies on Beau and the faith he places in her. Shadowgast and Beau/Yasha are comparatively minor in this, but those relationships are still the stable foundation that allows Caleb and Beau to be their present selves and not their past.
oh, by the way by eeveev (932, General)
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Caleb drops the “Essek-and-I-are-dating” bomb on Beauregard, and his timing is, as always, impeccable.
Reccer says: short and sweet empire siblings, with caleb being a troll <3
Like a Haunting by thetickingclock (2161, Teen)
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Caleb navigates the straits between that happenstance name and Bren Aldric Ermendrud.
Reccer says: It really gets at the trust and intimacy of Caleb placing his story in Beau's hands, both the first time and after the fight at the Blooming Grove, as well as what Essek means to how he creates (and destroys) himself in the present.
Fucking Up (On Purpose) by devil_seabird_king (ShaaKi) (1884, Teen)
Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes
Beau has a question for Yasha but nerves bring her to Caleb's door instead, where she gets advice from an unexpected source.
Reccer says: I liked it!
And two recs for this final one!
things that gods despise by dawl_and_dapple (113496, Mature)
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A modern AU where Beau and Caleb are both working in Geneva in the 1980's, and find out that magic is real
Reccer 1 says: I love the world building in this fic, it is especially interesting mixing the magic of D&D with physics. the relationship that Caleb and Beau is just stellar, with so much good dialogue between the two!
Reccer 2 says: It's been a while since I read it, but I remember it being very good. The relationship between Beau and Caleb is definitely one of the highlights because they do grow together like siblings. Also featuring Nott, who is always to love and Essek and Caleb being a little shady.
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Do you have any sterek, female Stiles fic that isn't just smut
I think so, @justeimagine!
Put That Hurricane Away by skoosiepants
(1/1 I 2,292 I Teen I Sterek)
Then Derek freaking Hale shows up at the end of the aisle, one eyebrow arched at them, and Stiles doesn’t even know why this is happening, because it’s not like she wants Derek to see her in all her gamer-binge glory, either, but she panics and says, “Derek!” and, “Hey, Tommy, it’s Derek!” and, “Hey, Derek, come meet my douchebag ex who cheated on me and called me an un-datable spaz.”
Derek says, “He said what?”
Tommy’s eyes go wide and Stiles says, “Uh, well, maybe not in so many words?” because color-her-surprised but Derek looks pissed. Huh.
Sink Us to Swim by mklutz
(1/1 I 36,764 I Teen I Sterek)
“Stiles,” Laura says, gently, “When all of this is over, when the rogue is taken care of, I think – I hope that your dad will join our pack. He’s always treated Derek and me almost like family, and I’d like to return the favor if I can. It’s fine,” she asserts, then corrects, “I’m going to make sure it’s fine.”
All the Weird Kids (Know How to Take it Slow) by Ionaonie
(26/26 I 112,477 I General I Sterek)
Stiles never thought being part of a werewolf Pack would end up being so normal. Even being around Derek had a degree of normality about it. Even if he was still an overbearing jerk most of the time.
The Choice by moonstalker24
(92/92 I 143,380 I Teen I Steter)
“You will be changed, Goscislaw Genim Stilinski. From your bones you will be changed.”
“How.”
“That we cannot tell you… That is the price.”
He's made the deal, now he only has fifteen minutes to make a choice and either save or condemn them all. Fifteen minutes and then Stiles will have to live with the consequences.
Return by Greenwolf21
(45/45 I 201,712 I Teen I Sterek)
Almost 14 years ago Stiles left Beacon Hills without a word, but when she returns after her dad has a heart attack she's not alone. How will everybody react to Stiles return and how will Derek react to having his mate back in his life and the two strangers she brought with her that reminds him a lot of himself and one looks like his sister Laura will Derek fight to keep Stiles.
What happens when Stiles mysterious past follows her back to Beacon Hills?
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Elm Street and Other Things Worth Waiting For
summary: eddie’s convinced he heard you listening to black sabbath. steve’s not having it. you just came in to rent a horror movie; you leave with a maybe date with the metalhead who’s kind of already obsessed with you. fem!reader, awkward but soft eddie, supportive steve
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“Her?” Steve’s eyes practically bulge out of his head like a cartoon as Eddie tries not to take offence at his tone. “Really?”
Eddie shoots him an unimpressed look at his incredulation, embarrassed enough at the conversation topic without the added scrutiny.
“I just…” Steve shrugs, moving the box in front of him to the side to lean his forearms on the counter. “I don’t see it, man, I don’t know - you’re just so different.”
The pair are trying to look but not obviously stare at you as you wander around Family Video, tipping your head a little to read the titles of the shelf full of movies in front of you.
“I know, but…” He absolutely does not want to mention that you were the only person in his group project last year to treat him like a person. Like he wasn’t The Freak; like he wasn’t intimidating; like he wasn’t an idiot for failing senior year twice. “I’m pretty sure she was listening to Sabbath the other week in the library.”
It’s true, but Eddie’s little crush - huge, ginormous, life-ruining crush, more like - had started long before that.
Steve, well aware of his new friend’s obsession with the band, had tried to give them a listen once. He’d made it to about the 3-minute mark before he’d given up. Metal’s not his jam - and he’s pretty certain it’s not yours either.
“How sure? Because I’ve gotta be honest, man, I doubt it. I mean… Look at her and tell me she listens to 6-minute guitar riffs and scream-singing.”
Eddie’s expression drops.
Steve’s not sure if he knows it, but Eddie’s face plays out his emotions like a book - a really simple kids book with loads of pictures and no ambiguity.
Normally, it’s something he likes about him - it’s sort of nice in a way, not having to guess what he’s thinking or feeling, and there’s a childlike kind of sweetness to it if he really thinks about it - but when Eddie’s sad it’s just heartbreakingly obvious.
“I don’t know, man,” he backpedals, scrambling to take it back. “What do I know, huh? I was shocked when I found out how much she likes horror movies and we’d been sort-of friends for years by then.”
It doesn’t really look like Eddie’s paying him any attention anymore, his forlorn, pining puppy–dog eyes gazing at you across the room.
Steve, still half-desperate to bring a smile back to his normally goofy friend’s face, calls out to you.
“Hey, L/N!”
Your head swings up from the shelf of horror tapes you’d been studying, looking over your left shoulder at the two of them. Eddie almost has a heart attack at the suddenness of it all and tries to wipe the terrified look off his face.
“Hey, Harrington.” One brow quirks up as you wait for an indication of what he wants.
“Who’s your favourite musician?”
Both brows shoot up your forehead as you tilt your head a little in confusion. “What?”
Eddie finds your baffled expression unfairly endearing. Your right hand is still resting on the VHS in front of you as you turn your body slightly to face them. Eddie’s eyes flicker to where your middle finger taps once on the top of the tape as he tries to figure out what movie it is.
“Y’know - singer? Band?” Steve continues, shoulders shrugging slightly. “Etcetera?”
You’re looking at Steve like he’s a little nuts but then clearly decide to roll with it as you shrug, a contemplative expression taking over your face.
“I don’t know that I can pick just one. S’like asking a mother to pick her favourite kid, y’know?” You pause, tilting your head back a little as you shake it, a sardonic smile tilting the corners of your lips. “No, that’s not right - parents do that all the time. It’s more like…”. Your eyes rove around the store before landing back on Steve. “Picking a favourite movie. There’s so many! And so many genres - how do you put one single film above the others? It’s too hard.”
Eddie’s hanging onto every word you say. You’d talked a little when you were doing project work, but it was hardly anything and it was almost all assignment-related. Hearing you talk music and movies was much more captivating.
“I have a favourite movie,” is Steve’s slightly confused answer.
“Of course you do, Stevie.” Your tone has turned playfully condescending. “Because you’re as simple as you are pretty.”
He lets out a choked sound of indignance as Eddie struggles between jealousy and amusement.
“Fuck off,” Steve answers, no real malice in his voice.
“Speaking of favourite movies,” you move on, leaning forward against the counter you’d been slowly ambling over to during the conversation. The same counter Eddie was currently pressed against. He feels himself freeze up at your proximity. “When’s Elm Street due back in?”
“You and goddamn Elm Street,” Steve mutters, rolling his eyes as he dutifully makes his way over to the computer to check. He flashes a look of encouragement at Eddie as he walks away but the metalhead isn’t so much as glancing at him, his eyes trained on the curve of your jaw.
Way to make it obvious, dude.
Having resigned himself to being a spectator of this conversation, Eddie is wholly unprepared when your focus shifts to him.
“Hi, Eddie.” Your tone matches your smile - sweet and soft. Gone is the teasing familiarity you had with Steve, replaced with something softer - almost shy.
Eddie can’t decide if he hates it or loves it.
Hates it because he wants to exchange easy banter as you call him pretty and make fun of him with a comfort borne of familiarity.
Loves it because there’s something so utterly disarming about the saccharine sweetness your voice adds to his name.
He didn’t even know you really knew his name.
“Uh, hi.” He manages to throw out robotically, trying not to do a full body cringe out of embarrassment. “I don’t have a favourite movie,” blurts out of his mouth before he can think it through and he feels his humiliation skyrocket.
“No?” You question, an amused smile tugging at your lips.
“No,” he confirms, shaking his head as if to reiterate the point.
Idiot.
“Genre?”
“Sorry?”
“Do you have a favourite genre?” You clarify, not looking irritated in the slightest at his lack of understanding but he feels his cheeks flush anyway.
“Oh,” he mutters, swinging the top half of his body left to right a little to try and rid himself of some of the nervous energy he’s been accumulating. “Uh… Horror.”
Eddie feels himself shrug a little self-deprecatingly at his honest answer.
The metalhead’s favourite genre is horror; what a cliche.
But then a smile grows on your face as you nod.
“Me too,” you say, and suddenly he remembers that you’d exclusively checked the horror section before sending Steve off on his Nightmare on Elm Street related errand, and he feels simultaneously dumb for not noticing and elated that you’d already found common ground.
“Cool!” It's just a touch too loud. Eddie clears his throat and tries again, voice a little softer this time. “That’s… Cool.”
Jesus Christ, man.
Thankfully, his awkwardness doesn’t seem to bother you this time either as you step a little closer to him.
“I like your pins.” You reach across the small space left between you to flick at one of the Black Sabbath pins stuck on his denim vest as he looks down to follow the movement with his eyes.
A smoother man could’ve taken this opportunity to learn if you really did listen to Sabbath like he’d suspected.
Instead, Eddie lets out an unintelligible sound that seems to land somewhere between ‘oh’ and ‘huh’ as his gaze shoots back up to meet yours. He’s pretty certain at this point his cheeks might as well just stay pink with how often they’re flushing with awkward embarrassment.
If he’d had any hint of a shot with you before, which let’s be honest, Munson, you didn’t, he’s positive the well on that had run dry.
You’re smiling at him, though, and even if the amusement glinting in your eyes makes him feel a little like you might me laughing at him, he’s just grateful it doesn’t seem malicious. More like you’re letting him in on the joke.
You roll your bottom lip with your teeth and Eddie finds himself utterly captivated by the movement, eyes trained on your tongue as the edge peeks out to soothe the area.
You’re not stupid. You’d noticed the way his eyes would light up whenever you backed up his ideas for the project last year. The way he’d flash you a hesitant smile whenever you’d catch his gaze in class afterwards. You’d seen his cheeks flush an adorable pink when you grazed your fingers against his palm to lend him a pen. You’d watched him pace around your general vicinity in the library like a caged lion last week. You haven’t missed the way his wide, chocolate-brown eyes remain on your lips for a tad too long after you’d purposefully drawn his attention to them moments ago.
You’re not stupid, and it’s knowing this that pushes you to say what you do next.
“You like Nightmare on Elm Street?”
You watch as his gaze flicks up to meet yours, the guilt of being caught causing it to flicker away over your shoulder almost immediately.
He catches sight of Steve, very clearly typing at the slowest pace possible and trying not to eavesdrop. He’s not sure whether to be grateful or furious.
I’m making a fool out of myself here, man, come save me, half of him whines, battling the other half practically begging for more time alone with you.
“Uh…” Eddie stammers out, a few beats too late. “Yeah. Yeah, I love it.”
“I’m gonna rent it out as soon as it’s back. Y’know… If you want to–”
“Wanna watch it together?” His sudden understanding of where you’re going with the conversation makes him over-eager and he finds himself cutting you off to jump to the point. Like you’ll change your mind if he gives you half a second to think about it.
The smile that tugs at your lips tells him you find it endearing rather than annoying.
“I’d like that.” You nod a little as if emphasising your answer. Your voice is soft but sure and Eddie can’t help the grin that stretches his lips upwards, your own smile growing in response.
There’s a beat of time where you both stand there smiling at each other before you snap out of it to pick up a pen from the counter beside you. You hold your hand out and Eddie’s a little embarrassed by how long it takes him to realise you’re asking for his hand.
His breath hitches at the feel of your fingers circling his wrist as your other hand uses the pen to scrawl your number onto his forearm. You add a small ‘x’ below it and Eddie experiences a moment of insanity where he thinks about getting the little kiss tattooed there permanently.
He feels your fingers brush curiously over the gruesome ink puppet on his forearm when you’ve finished writing and nearly loses his mind. It’s the briefest of touches before you pull away but he just knows he’s going to think about it all week.
You call out “see you around, Harrington!” as you step back to put the pen on the counter once more.
You send a casual wave of acknowledgement in his direction when he yells back “Friday!” in answer to your long-since asked question before turning your soft smile back to Eddie.
“Call me this weekend?”
“Okay,” is all he manages to choke out.
“Okay,” you murmur back and he’s treated to his first glimpse of uncertainty as your nose scrunches up a little at your repetition.
You gather yourself quickly and take a small step towards him - for half a second he thinks you might hug him or kiss his cheek or something which jesus christ, give him strength - but you simply reach a hand out to catch one of his, squeezing it gently before letting it drop as you step back towards the door. Eddie tries to ignore the way his heart pounds at the contact.
“Okay,” you say again, more to yourself than anything. “Bye, Eddie.”
Flashing him one last smile, you make your way out of the video store.
His belated, lovesick “bye” comes right as you cross the threshold to the outside world, and it’s only the amused grin you flash over your shoulder that lets him know you heard it.
Fuck.
Eddie rubs a hand over his mouth as he stares after you.
I’m so screwed.
requests are open but no promises i just go where the inspo takes me
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson headcanons#stranger things fic#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson oneshot#pretty little loserboy#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson x you
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I SHIFTED 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 AVATAR DR
The last few times I shifted were only with intention but this time I also said affirmations that grounded me in that reality (for example: "I am ene'ya te kalin satkie'itan” , “I live in Pandora”, “I am a na'vi”, etc…), and I went to sleep with the mentality that I was already there in Pandora.
I took notes right after I came back btw so everything was still fresh in my mind, then I added it all together and I tried to make a storytime as detailed as I can. I probably don’t remember well all the things but I tried my best to make everything accurate to what happened.
Okay so let me start.
I had scripted that Lo'ak would wake me up but that didn't happen, instead when I opened my eyes (I don't know what time it was because we don't keep track of time with clocks there) i got kind of scared because I found myself with my face squashed in a hammock so I could see everything from a big height and thought I could fall at any moment. This time I immediately realized that I had shifted because 1. I scripted it and 2. everything was too different, starting from the environment (forest) and ending on myself (literally blue), but I didn't even feel strong emotions like in the other shifts idk why, I was already used to being there as if I've always been there (in that reality it's obvious that I've always been there but you know what I mean).
As I was getting up I was told something like “you finally woke up, we thought you were dead” or something like that because it was said in Na'vi (now that I’m back I think its so weird that I knew and was used to a completely different language). Anyway, in the end it was Tuk who had spoken and she was standing next to a surface of worked wood with stuff on it that looked like exotic fruit. When I got up from the hammock for a moment it was strange to feel so huge (and semi-naked lol) and blue, but this too was super normal so I didn't think about it much.
There around the table, besides Tuk, were my father and one of my sisters and everything immediately became normal, I got back the memories and knowledge of that reality and I had the feeling that this reality was now a distant memory, or a dream, and it was there instead that I belonged. Tuk was at our place because she wanted to have breakfast with us, so then we started eating these seeds which were called pxorna and a type of fruit which name I don't remember, then there was also the spartan fruit which I think was the one from the first film (which Jake tastes for the first time in his new body). My mother and my other sister had gone hunting since I had woken up late, meanwhile then I decided to take Tuk back to her family and bro, I expected to be super excited to meet the rest of the Sully family but instead it was normal like everything else 😭 (now that I'm back here I've been freaking out the whole time that is, I still don't realize but okay).
Neytiri is fucking beautiful btw, and Jake is ethereal irl and is much more patient with the children since the sky people wasn’t there yet. Kiri is like in the movie I have nothing to add, she is nice to me but she is very sarcastic. Lo'ak is quite a kid lmao, even though he's in his 20s he acted a bit annoying and rebellious just because (obviously I love Lo'ak but I'm just describing how he was there, I’m not judging him) but still he was my best friend and i have to say we were very similar now that i think back on it.
Neteyam on the other hand.. bro, the most annoying person in the world, I’LL EXPLAIN RIGHT AWAY don't attack me. Practically, clever as I am, I scripted an enemies to lovers with him, not considering that actually in the "enemies" phase we would have been "enemies" and I have to say okay: it's not that we hated each other or were really enemies, but we kind of couldn't stand not even breathe the same air. He still always had that protective older brother personality and was kind/available to everyone BUT NOT WITH ME, I really pissed him off 😭 but it was mutual so yea. In fact, when he saw me bring Tuk back he snorted and changed seats so I remember that I kind of teased him about it but I don't remember exactly what I said to him.
Later I went out with Lo'ak and we went to get the ikrans because he wanted to go to Tsireya and wanted me to accompany him lmao because they weren't really together yet so he was shy. We had another friend called Nìmäng (he isn’t in the movies), and he was much more serious than us; I don't know how he could be our friend but somehow it worked because he balanced our non-seriousness. In short, we took the ikrans (mine is called Zeswavi) and y’all, it's a one of a kind experience, you feel the wind stinging your skin and you perceive in your body everything the ikran is feeling, then don't make fun of me but you also feel invincible, it's so incredible (I recommend you to shift there just to experience this thing).
When we arrived in Awa'atlu (I scripted that it's only 10 minutes flight away because I'm smart) it was just spectacular, it looked like the Maldives🧍🏼 but much much better. So, now I want you to trust me when I say that I had to hold back not to jump on Tonowari, that man is irresistible and so mighty irl, I can't do it lorddd. Ronal didn't like me that much and frankly I'm afraid it was because she saw me drooling over her husband. Tsireya is lovely, the kindest person there I must say, as well as Rotxo. Ao'nung on the other hand.. an infernal beast, literally; he’s cool I mean, but he was really annoying, he liked to tease me and provoke me every 5 minutes, but I responded by hitting him so it was all balanced.
The rest of the day was spent swimming with the ilus, playing a kind of ping pong with barks and also fishing at some point, which would have been very boring if it weren't for Ao'nung who, although annoying, is really funny. Later Kiri and Tuk also joined us, Neteyam as well, with whom I had a fight because I hit him on the head with the fishing net (it was actually hilarious). Before the eclipse we went back to the forest and brought back some of the fish we had caught, my mother cooked it and wrapped it in seaweed and it was all so good man.
We then all gathered around a bonfire and sang songs, other na'vis sang and some danced, it was truly magical. For a moment I stared at Neteyam because, even if I couldn't stand him, he was really beautiful under the firelight, but when he saw me he said like "what are you looking at, skxawng?" (“idiot”) so I insulted him and started ignoring him again lol.
At night I decided to shift here again because the experience was so beautiful that I wanted to tell everyone about it.
Thanks for reading this all <3 go shift!
#shifting realities#shifting stories#shifting to avatar#shifting#success story#shifting to pandora#avatar#avatar the way of water#shifted
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Okay the Cassandra and Inquisitor divorce arc has me LOSING IT. what do you think the other companions would do?
because this divorce arc is set largely after cassandra becomes divine, i would imagine most of the companions aren’t even around anymore, which is part of the hell because i always think that there must be a specific kind of depression for video game characters right after the big quest ends and the party starts peeling away
sera is the main one i was thinking abt bc i was imagining this inquisitor as a red jenny and i think it’s so funny for schemes with sera to be, like, right in the middle of your divorce. especially when it’s sooooo the antithesis of cassandra’s restoration of order. also because one of my favourite Scenes In My Head for my inquisitor was the bit where sera drags you along to do a meaningless tiny prank on cullen and my poor guy starts verging on having a panic attack as they move cullen’s desk two (2) inches to the left because his brain gets stuck on screaming that this is a kid messing with a fucking knight-commander’s office and he’s going hey sera please could you stand behind me and let me do it yes i want to stand between you and the door yes i know this is an empty room yes i know it’s just cullen yes i know my hands are shaking— because he is, ahem, not well. and she’s like ooooooookay you freak (bemused, affectionate), baby steps i guess. i give you leave to imagine what this man’s reaction might be to getting templar silenced by the woman he’s in love with even after actively goading her into it, and also slightly less depressing leave to imagine sera seeing a little bit of the delayed reaction and being like nope okay we’re out of here and just, sort of, i imagine her absconding with him out of a window with no further thought as to planning ahead. she doesn’t rlly get the mages thing but she knows what power looks like and that he has less now. also if you can’t treat her friends nice then they’re hers now and she’s not sharing bye cassandra be normaller or fuck off i guess
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Reader x Yoongi | Part 56//??
Word count ➪ 3.2k
Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?
Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; some cursing; mentions of abortion; mentions of self neglect during pregnancy; description of an anxiety attack; its established that Minji is like mentally ill; slight sexual description; if you’re name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;
A/n: Hey guys! Uh just a quick warning if y'all hated Minji before.... well yall are gonna hate her now. Feedback is appreciated, and if you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know. 💕
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Yoongi sat across Minji in silence. They had exchanged mild pleasantries when she had arrived at the cafe. It was a small, cozy establishment; in normal circumstances he would’ve been excited at the prospect of bringing Hani here. He didn’t know what to say, or how to feel, except for anger and resentment. He remembered telling Jin so, while he got ready.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure,” Yoongi nodded.
Jin nodded back in acknowledgement, “Okay then, remember Jimin will be in the back the entire time. Do you remember your safeword?”
Yoongi sighed heavily, “Pineapple..”
Seokjin grinned at his friend, “Good. Remember, be nice.”
Yoongi scowled, “I am being nice, she’s the one making demands after being gone for half a decade.”
Jin walked up to his old friend, fixing the non-existent flaws in Yoongi’s clothes, “You don’t have to do this, you know. She signed away her rights, you can keep her away from Hani.”
“I know..just..,” he sighed, “I need to know why she’s coming back now.”
“Will that help you move on,” Jin asked.
“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.
They watched as Jungkook came into Yoongi’s bedroom, looking as disheveled as Yoongi felt “Okay, the kids are still at the park with ___, she said they’ll be getting food on the way home. Also, Jimin texted me, "the cafe is closed, be there in 15 minutes”, and to text him when you get there.”
Yoongi nodded, he lightly sniffled, feeling overwhelmed. He almost wished he was cowardly enough to stay. “I wish the first time going to Min’s place wasn’t.. this... I had hoped to bring Hani, to show her the pretty snacks and the pretty drinks..” Seokjin pulled Yoongi into a not so tight hug, he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes, shushing him. “It’s okay, on another day we’ll take the kids, Gigi’s kids included, all of us will go out. It’ll be fun and you can make memories with Hani, okay?”
“Okay.”
Yoongi watched as Jimin placed their food in front of them; he’d gotten his trusty iced americano, while Minji opted for an iced chai. Jimin flashed Yoongi a quick smile, calming his wired nerves.
Minji cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her, “Is he a friend of yours?”
Yoongi nodded slightly, “He is.” Minji gave him a look, as if egging him on. “He’s Jin’s little cousin’s business partner. We helped them out when they first started the process of building their cafe. I asked Tae for a favor, and they said yes. I’ve known Min for as long as I’ve known Tae.”
Minji had no response, she continued to drink her iced chai in silence. She avoided making eye contact with him, and it bothered the ever living fuck out of Yoongi. He felt angry that Minji had the gall to demand his daughter over the phone, but refused to talk to him face to face. He had decided on the drive over that he would not be the one to bring up her absence. Yoongi wanted her to explain; why was she back? Her ongoing silence was making his patience wear thin, and it caused him to remember the last fight they’d had.
Minji had been avoiding Yoongi; it had been 2 weeks since he’d told Minji he loved her. She had freaked out, stuttering out to Yoongi that she had to go. Yoongi had given her the weekend to breathe, he understood if she couldn’t say it back, not everyone felt romantic feelings the same. On Monday he texted Minji a message asking how she was feeling, and that it was okay if she didn’t reciprocate. By Thursday he was worried as she didn’t answer Yoongi’s calsl. On Sunday he messaged Mina asking if Minji was still even breathing.
Mina apologized on her behalf. Minji had gone home to her parents, she said, as she had ‘obligations’. Minji wasn’t answering her calls, or texts as well. By day 12, Yoongi was worried, he’d sent a final text to Minji asking her to please take care of herself, and at the very least let Mina know she was okay. Hours later he got a very excited voice message from Mina updating him that Minji sent her an emoji.
Two weeks to the day, Minji showed up on his doorstep. She looked relatively unharmed, except for the dark undereye circles from the possible lack of sleep. She walked in, silent. Yoongi asked her where she was, why didn’t she answer his texts or calls, was she okay? Minji didn’t answer any of his questions. They stood in silence. After a few moments Yoongi was begging Minji to please speak with him. She remained quiet. Yoongi went to his room, throwing whatever item was closest to him. He cried out in frustration wondering why they had gone back to square one. Had he not tried enough? Was he not trustworthy? Was it always going to be this way?
Minji entered his room, still wearing a blank look on her face. She kneeled in between his legs, looking down at his hands. Minji took them into hers, pulling him into an embrace. She kissed Yoongi’s knuckles and worked her way up his forearm and chest. She kept kissing up to his collarbone and neck, up until she met his lips. He sobbed into the kiss, relieved that Minji was finally responding to him. The kisses become more hurried, bordering on aggressive. Yoongi felt desperate and it showed. Clothes were tugged, and readjusted, until they were gone entirely.
The next morning Yoongi asked Minji the same questions, but she continued to have no answers. He then asked why she ran away two weeks ago, she still refused to answer. Yoongi begged her to please say something, anything. Minji stared at him, “What do you want me to say?”
He scoffed with indignation, he couldn’t believe it. “You ghosted Mina, and I. We would’ve filed a missing person’s report if it wasn’t for you telling her you had a family emergency. We were scared, Minji, I was scared, and all you can say is, ‘what do you want me to say’?”
“I don’t know, what do you want me to say,” she repeated.
“Of course you don’t know,” he murmured exasperated.
They spent hours talking in circles. By the end they had both raised their voices at each other, fighting and failing at getting their points across. In those moments, Yoongi realized he would never get anywhere with Minji. He was tired of arguing, tired of having to hunt Minji down when she isolated herself, tired of the shallowness of it all. “You know what, I don’t want to do this anymore,” he blurted out.
Minji gaped at him wide eyed. “I’m done,” Yoongi said. “I’m tired of fighting for the bare minimum Minj.” Even their breakup was unchallenged.
Minji agreed to the breakup. She dressed herself in the clothes she arrived in, packing up any small toiletries she’d left behind at Yoongi’s during her sleepovers.
In the end, she was gone in less than 10 minutes.
Minji cleared her throat once again, taking another big sip of her iced chai. “What exactly do we need to talk about,” she asked. “I want to see her, is that not enough?” Yoongi heard a small, ‘oh hell’, from the kitchen. Jin must’ve given Jimin the rundown.
“Well for one, hey how are you? I’m fine, thank you for asking,” Yoongi responded sarcastically. “I haven’t heard from you in 4 years, you could start by telling me, why? Why now?”
Minji sighed, “I know that it’s sudden, but.. It’s just that lately I’ve been thinking about things. My dad passed away two months ago, and my mom is god knows where. ‘Just turned 30, I kept thinking about my life in the past decade. I have a lot of regrets, and I was doubting myself. Was it the right decision, you know, having her. Was I right to keep away from her? A few months ago, Jungkook came up on my instagram explore page. It was a picture of him at the amusement park with Seokjin. I got curious so I clicked on his page.” She readjusted herself, leaning into the right handle of the sofa chair. “He’d grown up so much, and after scrolling through pictures of Seokjin and his son, and his friends, I saw you. I saw you with our daughter. You both looked so happy, playing with your friends, living your life freely. I wanted that. I wondered if we could be happy like that.”
Yoongi laughed in astonishment, he ran his tongue along the side of cheek, trying to stop himself from saying anything he’d regret. “That doesn’t answer my question; why now Minji? Why are you demanding to be a parent, when you never wanted to be one? The whole reason we’re like this is because you chose not to be in her life.”
Minji rebutted, “I did want to be a parent.”
“When,” Yoongi cried out incredulously. “You were going to abort, but couldn’t because you were too far along. I had to force you to leave your bed, wash your hair. My mom fed you, clothed you, made sure you drank water because you were essentially comatose. I’m still surprised you only had mild anemia from the lack of care you had for yourself.” He took a quick sip of his coffee to pace himself. Minji was starting to get agitated, but he could care less at this point. “It took me weeks to convince you to allow me sole custody of my daughter. For fucks sake, you drafted up the paperwork to terminate your rights, you had already signed them when it was sent to my lawyer for me to sign. I did everything possible to make sure you didn’t struggle, Minj.”
The distinct sound of plastic syrup bottles clinking and a responding ‘Ah fuck,’ cut Yoongi’s rant short. He called out to Jimin asking if he was okay, Jimin quickly responded with a firm ‘I’m good’. Minji slightly scoffed towards him, “Are you blaming me for all of this? I tried to be responsible, okay. You wouldn’t have understood how I felt if I told you.”
Yoongi could feel his eyes twitch in frustration. “Then tell me, I might’ve not fully understood, but at least I would’ve been there to support you.” He cradled his face in his hands, breathing slowly to put himself back together. “What do you want Minji? You didn’t want to be a mom, I understood, I supported you, and now you’re coming back demanding my daughter, my baby. Have you thought about how this is going to affect her? She doesn’t know you. Do you expect her to just accept you?”
Minji’s face was indiscernible, she looked to the side, as if organizing her thoughts. She turned back towards Yoongi, “Seeing as I am her mother, as long as she knows that she’ll be fine. Plus if I need help, mom can help me.”
He couldn’t believe it, “She’s not a puppy Minj, she needs to get to know you. Even I, being her father, have my moments with her. And what do you mean mom will help you? Are you talking about my mom? Have you been in contact with her?”
Minji readjusted herself, she was starting to become visibly uncomfortable. “I have. It’ll be a learning curve, but she’s willing to aid me in what I need.”
Yoongi had to calm himself down, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Are you trying to take my daughter away from me Minji? Is that it?” It was suddenly difficult to breathe, Yoongi was trying to catch his already quickening breath. He couldn’t focus on himself, all he could think about was Hani. “Min, Jimin,” he blurted out. Jimin ran from behind the counter, sliding, quite literally, in front of Yoongi.
Jimin pulled him to the side, away from Minji’s view. He guided Yoongi through his breathing exercises. “Yoon, you don’t have to do this. We can leave,” he whispered. Yoongi knew he was cracking at the seams. He couldn’t believe it. He shook his head, “No, Min I have to talk to her. I can’t.. I can’t let her take my baby Min, she’s all I have.” Jimin reluctantly allowed Yoongi to continue.
Yoongi took in a big breath, barely collecting himself to avoid crying in anger. As he sat back in his spot he could see a flicker of the Minji he knew. She was tucked into herself and unsure. She looked at him with those big eyes that once used to hold stars, and now he couldn’t make out what they held. “Are you okay,” she whispered. Those three words were what broke the dam. Yoongi let out the tears that he’d been holding back ever since he woke up to Minji’s texts. He cried and cried, and wondered when he’d ever stop. He kept thinking why wasn’t he enough.
Jimin walked over, handing him a tissue box and a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He whispered a small, ‘You can do this Yoon.’ It might’ve not been much, but it was the boost Yoongi needed. He collected himself once again, making sure to wipe any remnant of his small breakdown.
“Minj, please for once, be straightforward with me. What do you want? What are you looking for? Whatever it is, my daughter isn’t your bandaid to fix it. She’s a living, breathing human being, with feelings. Just because she’s a toddler, doesn’t mean she’s not complex. She’s observant and blunt, and will out right refuse to acknowledge you if she feels off about someone, “ he says desperately. “If you’ve been in contact with my mom, why didn’t you contact me? If you wanted to be a part of her life, I wouldn’t have stopped you if you tried Minji. But nothing you’re doing now is showing me that you’ve changed. You’re still that scared young girl that I could never reach. For fuck sakes you still refuse to answer me and communicate, and you can’t be that way when kids are involved. So please, show me you’re responsible. Be direct with me.”
She looked at him with a pained look, sniffling repeatedly to keep herself calm. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Minji responded quietly.
Yoongi groaned loudly, “God, Minji, please don’t do this. Talk to me. I’m trying to meet you halfway, make the same effort to meet me, please.”
Minji wouldn’t speak, she started hiccupping under her breath. The last thing Yoongi wanted was for her to start crying. “I’m sorry Yoongi, I don’t know what to say.”
Yoongi rose from his seat, extremely frustrated. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It was too much for him. Nothing made sense. Could Minji and his mother be working together to take Haneul from him? Have they been in contact for a long time? Who reached out first? Worst of all, how could his mother do this? He wondered if his dad knew, and why he hadn’t reached out to inform him if he did? Why was this happening? He just wanted to live his life with his daughter, and his friends peacefully. How was Hani going to feel having a stranger pushed onto her? Would they try to take his daughter away from him? He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be home with his daughter.
He picked up his coffee, lifting his hand signaling Jimin that they were leaving. “We’re not getting anywhere, so I’m leaving. I’m not going to talk in circles.” He took in a deep breath in an attempt to ease the weight on his chest.
Minji slightly scrambles out of her seat. She looked at him like she wanted to speak out, her face crumbling, she looked guilty almost. She grabbed her purse and drink, following Jimin and Yoongi towards the exit. She doesn’t leave immediately, watching as Jimin double checks that all the entrances were locked. She approaches Yoongi slightly, they look at each neither sure if they should say their goodbyes. For a moment Minji seemed to have worked up the courage to speak, but she quickly squashed it and sped off to what he assumed was her rental. Yoongi watches as she speeds away, a little reckless at that. He keeps watching until the car is no longer visible, and the weight on his shoulders is partially lifted.
Yoongi cried the entire way home. He asked Jimin to check if Hani was asleep or at least with ___, he didn’t want to scare her with how disheveled he was. ___ offered to keep the kids in her apartment for him to cool down. While he appreciated it, all he wanted was to hold his daughter.
He thanked his friends for looking after Haneul while he dealt with his current trainwreck. Hani snuggled into his hair, trying to find comfort in his smell. ___ had given Hani her nighttime bath, so it was one less thing Yoongi had to do tonight. He got out of the clothes he saw Minji, cleaned himself up, and got ready for bed. He made Hani a warm cup of milk, and prepped the right side of his bed for her to sleep in. He sprayed down her favorite lavender sleep spray, and turned on the soft star night light she loved. He read her a story, and played with her hair until she fell asleep. Yoongi cradled his daughter in his arms, and he thought back to the early days of her being a newborn.
In the midst of his insomnia, Yoongi remembered how terrified he was to be parenting alone, and would overthink every decision. He remembered how little he slept, and how often the doula would urge him to sleep, even if it was a small power nap. But between all that, the time he remembers most fondly is one of Hani’s worst colicky nights. The formula had been causing his newborn baby to build up gas, while his pediatrician changed the formula to something for sensitive stomachs, she was still colicky. He’d tried everything possible, but it just wouldn’t work. Until, one afternoon while giving Hani a little stretch recommended by the doula, she’d let out the gas that had been making her upset. Her little sigh of relief was music to Yoongi’s ears, and he almost cried texting Eunha the news. It was one of the first nights Yoongi was able to sleep more than 3 hours with Hani. He remembered thinking that all those sleepless nights had been worth it to comfort his daughter, and how he would’ve done it again.
Currently he looked down at Haneul, and saw how much she was growing up. She was no longer his baby, but a toddler. She no longer needed to cling to him, but chose to do so. She had opinions and had no qualms of letting them be known. She was bright, bubbly, and so creative. His daughter was his heart, and he had no idea why they wanted to take her away.
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Fuck it. Since I'm being spat on and tarnished by jc antis I'm unashamedly doing call out posts as they have harassed me on all my posts and got their little friends to gang up on me. Starting with this "lovely" person
Calling me an abuse apologist just because I said that madame yu had tough love methods..... I was in no way excusing her abuse towards wwx with that FYI. Wwx wasnt even mentioned in the og post.... Never once denied she was abusive in the post either (in fact i ackowledged her abuse numerous times in the post and how her children act around her. But apparently you willfully missed that part). I said she had tough love methods towards her children. NOT WWX. Wwx was not her child or have you forgotten that? She has a tough love attitude in the sense that she toughens up her kids, expects no nonsense, wants them to strive to do better, get on with it, stiff upper lip attitude etc. This does not mean it's a good parenting tactic.
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Using tough love to describe her parenting technique isn't a compliment. Apparently some of you don't know what it means because tough love, whilst there is love and good intentions behind the actions, it can also have unintended bad consequences on your children and is not a form of love you should expose your child to if you want them to become normal, emotionally stable people.
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It can lead to unhealthy coping mechanisms and suppressing emotions amongst other things I won't go into. I was in no way complimenting her. It was a critique. That should have been obvious. But in your words, ig some of you don't have reading comprehension.
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To accuse me of something so extreme as excusing abuse over a FICTIONAL CHARACTER and trying to get all your friends to agree and jump on my posts because I never explicitly made the above points obvious is what a bully would do. You know nothing about me and decided to make such allegations over a single post. I will not stand for this bullying.
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YOU should be ashamed of your behavior. I've seen your other posts and how you talk about and to REAL PEOPLE.
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You acting all morally superior whilst attacking me and many others like this makes you an abusive person FYI. And I won't sit there and take it from you or your friends.
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Moving on to specimen number two
This person has been spamming my notifications jumping on EVERY post, being disrespectful and pretty much accusing me, an ace person, for being ignorant about MY OWN IDENTITY and using ace stereotypes just because I surmised that jc could be ace due to his lack of interest in romance.
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Echoing the words used by another user in the thread, but denying that such ace persons exist is acephobic in itself. I'm an ace person who isnt interested in relationships outside anything that is close, platonic but meaningful. Many others in the jc fandom say the same thing which is why they see themselves in him. A large portion of the jc fandom are actually ace in fact and we love to see him used in ace rep posts. We're already made to feel like freaks, so to have that thrown in my face is very hurtful. Above all twisting my words and making out I said every ace person hates romance is very disingenuous. I NEVER once said that in the post. I wont have my character attacked and lied about like that.
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Also, once again TWISTING my words, implying I was pissed off about the incel claims when it was so obvious that I was merely asking out of curiosity where these claims come from?? Because it was never implied in the canon text. There was no anger or malice behind my questions. It was all open discussion. I can see now that this was mental gymnastics at play here to justify your hcs that you know are not canon and use it as an excuse to attack my posts with your friends, all because you were proven wrong. You lashed out on what was an otherwise polite discussion. That behavior is all entirely on you.
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Ive only ever been respectful in my posts and they were never done to provoke arguments or hate on others opinions. So to wake up and be accused of all sorts over a fictional character is very hurtful and just shows how terribly low your side of the fandom has to stoop just to prove a point and hate on jc.
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Im not tolerating it and these blatant LIES any longer. I hope other jc antis read these posts and see how nasty you all are. And if anyone thinks this sort of treatment is okay, then you need to look inwardly and step away from the computer. I'm done here.
#jiang cheng#mo dao zu shi#I'm fed up#I'm going to stand up for myself. I'm not going to sit there and let these bullies spread all this bs without saying my piece#My posts have all been respectful and open to discourse#But this.....#This is bullying. Especially when I specifically asked on my posts to just block and move on if you disagree with me. But you disrespected#That shared my posts with slanderous claims knowing full well it will draw the attention of your friends#I'm willing to engage in discourse but this isn't discourse. This is bullying.#Jc fans I suggest you block these people if you haven't already#Don't bring hate to them that will only make us just as bad as they are and I won't stoop to their level#Block and continue to make content#I want to believe that the mdzs fandom is still pure and fun to be in#I shouldn't have to block to do that...#But it looks like I don't have much of a choice
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Mystery Club - Chapter Two - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series
Summary: Returning to your hometown five years after leaving everything behind, including your best friend, is no easy feat. Getting involved in a secret club wasn't in the plans either. Or the one based on Life is Strange.
Warnings: (+18) high school au, best friends to lovers, mild/heavy angst mentions with happy happing, use of legal substances (alcohol, marijuana), violence, verbal aggression, explicit language, smut, triggers regarding sexual assault, mentions of death, grieving, hints of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, a lot of domesticity.
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Chapter Two - Messy Room, Stitches and Pot
Once your heart seemed to stop beating so quickly, you allowed yourself to think about what had just happened.
Clint Barton had revealed in the worst possible way that your first friend at the Institute was a transgender boy, and you were in danger of being arrested or receiving a lawsuit because you broke his nose.
"Stop thinking about it." That's the first thing Wanda says to you in the car. She doesn't have to take her gaze off the road to feel your latent anxiety. "Barton is too much of a sexist to admit to the cops that he got beat up by a girl. He won't press charges against you."
You nod, trying to swallow the panic away. Wanda sighs lightly, letting go of the steering wheel only to remove her jacket. She continues driving then, in the most casualness in the world as if you weren't having a little homosexual breakdown with every glance you risked at her pretty everything.
"All it took was one fancy school for you to come back, huh, Rogers?"
You blink at the teasing, and then turn away from the girl you can barely recognize now - with her dark makeup, and ear piercings - onto the road.
With your silence, Wanda mutters again.
"Couldn't even show up at my brother's memorial, but for a fancy school..."
"Don't talk like that." You retorted with a loud sigh. Wanda chuckles wryly, leaning an arm on the window. "I wanted to be here."
"But you weren't." She retorts without looking at you. "You know who was? Remember that kid in elementary school who tied everyone's shoes at recess? Even he was there, Y/N. He wore black jeans and offered me his condolences. Even him. But not you."
You swallowed dryly, feeling tears forming in your eyes. Instead of crying, you cleared your throat.
"I was in England when my father called me." You recount. "Because of the time difference, he waited until it was daylight for us to call my dad. And when I finally heard, it was too late to come to the memorial."
Wanda sighs, absorbing your words for a moment. She turns a corner toward the city, and comments with the greatest calm on the planet:
"You could have come at any time, and it would have meant the same thing. But you just want to use empty excuses like the freaking time zone? Fuck you, Y/N."
"Why are you talking as if I haven't tried to contact you at all? I sent you postcards!" You recruit almost indignantly. Wanda laughs dryly.
"I wanted you!" She shouts back, and you widen your eyes slightly. But the girl sighs loudly, steering the car to the roadside. With the vehicle stopped, she leaves her hands on the steering wheel. "You were my best friend. And my brother died and I didn't want a stupid letter, I wanted you. Okay?"
You hug your knees, looking forward too.
"Yeah, I know the feeling."
Wanda chuckles humorlessly, shaking her head. "Come on, it's not the same-"
"And why not, Wanda?" You cut her off irritated. "Because we knew my father was going to die?"
"Well, at least you could prepare yourself-"
"Oh my God, fuck you!" You curse angrily, but to your surprise, Wanda stares at you for half a second before she starts to laugh. Real laughter, like putting your hand on your stomach and crying. You stare at her in pure confusion. "W-what... Are you having a stroke or something?"
Once she can breathe normally, she wipes away the tears of laughter and comments:
"I think this is the first time in my life I've ever heard you swear. You've always been such a slabak. So adorable." She was clearly teasing you in Sokovian dialect by her easy smile, and you grunted indignantly, pinching her in the ribs even though you didn't know what it meant. Wanda just laughed, jumping slightly away from your hands before starting the car again.
She drove for a few minutes before touching the subject again.
"Just for the record, we're even." She declares, and you sigh, leaning part of your body on the door.
"No, I agree with you." You say, surprising her and causing her to look away from the road for a moment to you. "I should have taken the first plane and come to you as soon as I heard. Just like I shouldn't have stayed hidden in the dorm for a month when I still know your address. I'm sorry, Wanda."
She swallows dryly but nods in almost grateful thanks, and you turn your attention back to the road.
A moment later, Wanda clears her throat.
"And I'm sorry about Tony." She says sincerely. "He must have put up a pretty good fight."
You smile sadly, hugging one knee again to support your chin. "Yeah, he was the best. But after a while, his heart couldn't take much more. When the time was coming, we grew closer. I left Dad and Peggy and went to live with him in New York."
"Only a few hours away." Wanda muttered almost bitterly. You sighed.
"I was taking care of my sick father, Wanda. I apologize for not making social visits." You retort but she chuckles short, shaking her head.
"Relax, we've already established that you're not a good friend." She teases, and you roll your eyes, turning sulky. Your grimace makes her smile, so she reaches out her arm to tickle you until you laugh against your will.
She follows the giggle for a second, but looks away suddenly, swallowing dryly. You understand. To be back at once, making her laugh in her father’s old truck is too much.
Wanda grows quiet, trapped in her own thoughts like you, and in order not to let the silence grow in the car, she puts on some low music.
Suddenly, between one verse and another of a rock song that the Wanda of five years ago probably wouldn't listen to, she speaks.
"I never read your letter."
You shift in your seat, leaning your back on the door.
"Why not?"
She sighs, shrugging. "I had a little moment after the funeral. And it was pretty bad." She counters with a humorless laugh. "I kind of burned half his stuff."
"Shit, Wanda."
"Yeah, it sucks." She retorted sadly. "I was just seeing red, and all those people who never cared before were there and I was suffocating. I just grabbed the invitations and all the letters and took them to his room. Pick up some kerosene from Dad's garage and started dousing things. I would have burned the whole house down if my Aunt Raven hadn't noticed I was gone."
You reached out for her forearm on the steering wheel, and Wanda allows you to intertwine your hands together on the seat.
"I'm really sorry Wanda." You whispered to her, and the brunette gives a gentle squeeze before letting go.
You pretend not to notice her wiping the tears from her eyes, busying yourself with feeling your bruised hand. With the first grumble of complaint, Wanda says, "I'll take you back to my place, get that cleaned up. Then we can get something to eat, what do you think?"
"That's fine with me."
Wanda offers a small smile before turning up the music.
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"Stop you are gonna kill him!"
Ice water hits you in the face. You take a deep breath and another. Pushing away the flashes of the fight until they are too far away in your head for you to pay attention, and within seconds, Wanda Maximoff's bathroom is back in the focus of your vision.
Your own reflection stares back at you. Your face has drops of water that you have just thrown on it, intending to wipe off Clint's blood that has dried on your chin. Your shirt has a few splashes on it and when you threatened to have a panic attack in the doorway, Wanda led you into the bathroom so that you could clean yourself up.
She dashed off to get a blouse for you, and you remembered the fight.
"Here, milashka." Wanda appears again in the doorway with a dark T-shirt. She leans her shoulder against the doorframe and waits for you to dry your face.
Your hands shake a little, but neither of you says anything about it.
"You're talking a lot of Sokovian now." It's not a reprimand, just an observation. And it makes Wanda smile briefly, and look down at her own feet after she hands you the shirt.
Actually, she is giving you space to change - she even turns her body to look at the door and not you - But you wouldn't really mind. Besides being Wanda, you're used to changing in front of dozens of girls.
"It's a nice way to feel close to home." That's the only explanation she gives you, and it's enough for you. "Besides this, I know chicks love it."
You laugh through your nose, almost indignant. Wanda looks at you to offer you a smug smile, but her expression cracks because you are just wearing a bra. There is a half-second pause, where you two just stare at each other with faces on fire before she quietly clears her throat and faces the door again.
In record time, you have Wanda's T-shirt on - which pushes her delicious perfume into your sense all at once and almost makes you stumble. You grab your dirty blouse, and Wanda reaches out.
"I'll put that in to wash. Go to my room, the first aid kit is under my bed." She guides, and you can only nod in agreement because you can hardly believe everything that is happening all at once.
On the way to Wanda's room, which you know as well as the back of your hand, you notice that the Maximoff residence has hardly changed at all. The small Jewish sanctuary still has the same place the corner table, the pictures weren't moved. What breaks your heart is the extra urn of ashes next to Natalya's.
You go up the stairs and turn right and Wanda's door is the first thing that has changed. It was new, for one thing. It didn't match the rest of the untouched decor of the residence. It was black, had marks of use and a large place for 'Private', plus a dozen stickers.
You weren't surprised that the room reflected this new Wanda. You looked around, absorbing every detail with curiosity, desperate to meet this version of her that you were not around to see appear.
Wanda had a large radio in her room now. And hundreds of posters covering almost any empty space on the walls. And the place was really messy. The study table was full of books scattered about, a notebook with adhesives on it somewhere, and dirty mugs piling up. There were energy drink cans on the floor, lost CDs, and all sorts of things. You saw at least three kinds of leather jackets lying around as well as other clothes on the carpet.
You chuckle to yourself when you thought that was exactly the environment that would make Steve Rogers have a minor breakdown. But it didn't matter to you. In fact, you were almost too excited to be a part of Wanda's life again. To be allowed in her room, testifying to her rage, sadness, grief, and love reflected in the mess of her room.
You notice that Wanda has refurbished the vast majority of the things she had - The photo wall got iron decorations and a starry background. She got new light fixtures too and had the same table now painted brown. You approached it, slid your fingers through some papers, and were amazed to find dozens of transit tickets.
Of course, Wanda was also an angry driver, you chuckled to yourself again. She should probably look so cute swearing in traffic.
You drag yourself to her bed, sitting up with a tired sigh. Now that your blood has cooled, your hand is aching badly as are the rest of your muscles, barely accustomed to physical activity after so many gym classes you skipped.
Your ankle hits a metal box under the bed, and you lean down, imagining it to be that first aid kit Wanda mentioned. But it isn't.
The object makes you smile because you know it - It's a jewelry box that you presented to Wanda in the first grade. She was the only girl you knew who had so many rings, and you wanted her to store them safely. You asked Peggy what kind of thing you could give to someone who already had everything like Wanda, and your stepmother suggested that you make something.
It was your father Tony who helped you craft this one in the workshop at his home. It was simple, but it had art on the front that was you and Wanda dressed as superheroes.
Time and use had worn off the item quite a bit, but you easily recognized your name and Wanda's written in gold underneath.
Opening the item in your lap with a little difficulty because of your injured hand, you examined the items for a moment. You wrinkled your nose at the condoms, your mind immediately thinking of Wanda and the faceless guy, but smiled at the small pile of polaroid photos stored there.
The vast majority were with Pietro. Lost moments of the naughty Maximoff twins, and some even had you in them. They were from Charles's old camera, you remember him taking pictures around the house.
And then, you frown. There are one, and then two and three, pictures in sequence of a face you didn't expect to see there.
Natasha lying on Wanda's bed, hiding a giggle between her hands. In the second, she raises her middle finger to the camera, but is still smiling and appears to be in the kitchen. In the third, she is sleeping on the collarbone of a girl who you know is Wanda because you know those dots on her shoulders. In the fourth, Natasha bites her lips, her fingers pulling her bra down-
"Dude, have you ever heard of privacy?" Wanda rips all the items off your lap at once, and you practically jump in fright, cringing like a child who's been caught up in something. She throws the pictures back inside, closes the box, and takes it to the back of the closet, slamming the door.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." You say embarrassed. Wanda stares at the empty door, panting in anger before taking a deep breath and leaning her forehead against the wood for a moment.
She says nothing when she turns to you again, nor when she bends down to pick up the medical kit at the other end of the bed.
She sits down next to you cross-legged, the kit in the middle of them, and waits for you to do the same. Once you face her, she says, "Give me your hand."
It's a little strange. To have her hold your hand without saying anything, just busying yourself with counting her freckles while she frowns softly, concentrating on her task.
One particular movement makes you complain in pain, and Wanda meekly shushes you, a smile playing on her lips.
"What happened, Y/N?" Her question has you in a bit of shock because only now do you really understand that Wanda, your former best friend from 5 years ago, went years without seeing you and suddenly found you beating up a boy in the middle of a parking lot. And she didn't ask any questions until now, she simply took you away from the scene before you got into trouble.
You cleared your throat. "He was being a jerk."
Wanda laughs short. "Of course he was, he's Clint Barton." She replies smugly, sliding a cotton pad over your bruise. You complain again, and she sighs. "Blya, detka, I'm going to need to do a stitch."
You widen your eyes, but Wanda looks at you so meekly that she doesn't even have to stroke your wrist as she does to reassure you.
But when she takes the needle, you shudder. Wanda shushes you again, hands busy with the thread.
"That's a terrible idea, I should see a doctor-"
She chuckles softly. "Don't be ridiculous, I know what I'm doing." She assures, gently patting your forearm so that you return your hand to her lap. "Don't move, though, or I might sew your thumb to your index finger..."
"Idiot." You grumble but she chuckles and so do you.
It's painful, but it's pretty quick and Wanda is right, she knows what she's doing. You smile a little impressed as you watch.
"Where did you learn that?" You whisper and Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the task to answer you.
"From a friend, actually." She answers, a smile playing on her lips. "Her father was in the military, and he taught her all that kind of survival stuff. She even knew how to hunt."
You giggle shyly. "She seems nice."
Wanda hums in agreement, finishing the stitching. She puts the needle and the rest of the thread away to get bandages.
"If your hand looks like this, I can hardly imagine what Barton's face feels like." Wanda comments almost proudly, but it makes your stomach sink. You look away, and she notices your change of posture immediately. With a sigh, she comments, "If he deserved it, there's no reason to feel bad about it. And knowing Clint, he definitely did."
"I don't like fights, Wanda, you know that." You retort without looking at her, but she stares at you.
She knows of course. She knew about the conditions of your adoption, how you were taken from a violent home before you went to live with Tony and Steve, and she also knows how they started fighting a few years later until the divorce. And how much you hate fighting, and yelling, and all your painful memories with that sort of thing. Wanda knows because it's been 5 years and she remembers every detail of you as if you never left her life in the first place.
The brunette lingers too long thinking about it, because you speak again, with eyes full of tears that you hide from her:
"I don't want to be like this, Wanda. But I always end up in trouble, so maybe that's who I really am. Exactly like them." You are talking about your biological parents, and Wanda realizes that yes, she still hates it when you cry.
"You are nothing like them, Y/N...."
"I'm not?" You retorted in defiance, looking back at her. "Didn't I abandon you like they did me? Didn't I just smash the face of a boy I barely know?"
Wanda sighs impatiently, capping the kit and tossing it aside. She is all over you then, hugging you tight and nearly knocking you off the bed.
"You are many things, dorogoya, but you are not a bad person." She whispers in your ear, and you are too shocked to react. Wanda lets go, to look you in the eye. "You're smart and stubborn, and a total dork, but you're not a bad person. You're stupidly brave, and that's why you didn't hesitate to punch Clint Barton in the middle of that ugly face of his when he said something mean to you."
You gave a tired laugh, staring back at her. "You know my rage counselor wouldn't call that courage, but rather management issues right?"
Wanda shrugged. "She knows shit then."
You smile, nudging Wanda's shoulder affectionately before putting more distance between you. Before, she was too close for you to think straight. And you need to think straight, or you'll start noticing stupid things, like the shade of green in her eyes.
Wanda's mattress was soft on your back when you lay down. She bit her lips at the very sight of you like that, but you were busy staring at the ceiling.
"Do you think there's any chance Maria Hill will rat me out?"
Wanda blinked out of her own dirty thoughts, clearing her throat and grabbing the kit to put it away.
"I'd say there's a 50 percent chance." She murmurs making you chuckle.
"Thanks, that's very reassuring." You retort sarcastically, but Wanda grinned, throwing the closed kit under the bed before standing up.
"Even if she does rat you out, it's going to be your word against hers. Or rather, our word against hers." Wanda says, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, surprise on your face that Wanda would do that for you.
She, on the other hand, had a bit of a moment. She sees you, dressed in her T-shirt, on her bed, with your stupidly cute face in a position that could have so many meanings if she allowed herself to imagine it, and all she can do is stumble back a couple of steps, and stutter:
"I need to smoke." Her statement accompanies the hidden question of 'you don't mind, do you?' through hesitation, or at least that's what you understand when you see Wanda go to the table and take from a hidden compartment at the bottom a carton of cigarettes. She sits down in the armchair in the bedroom and takes one out, and you immediately realize that they are not cigarettes.
You laugh. "I can't believe you turned into a stoner, Maximoff."
You tease, getting a chuckle. Wanda leans back in her chair and takes a long drag. She clearly has experience; she doesn't cough at all.
With the smoke in her lungs, her brain calming down and relaxing, she stares at you. And you stare back.
"Is that too hardcore for Captain Rogers' good little girl?"
Unlike of what Wanda expected, you find her teasing amusing. Adjusting yourself against her pillows to be seated, you retort:
"It's funny you say that actually. He's the one with whom I got high with the first time."
Wanda coughs, in surprise and disbelief. You chuckle again, twisting your fingers together in your lap. She takes another drag, eyebrows arched for you to continue the story. You lick your lips at the pause.
"Yeah, I had this really crappy panic attack a few days after Tony's funeral. That moment when I really understood that he was gone." You recount, swallowing dryly. "Dad and Peggy were super mature and supportive during the whole thing, and it must have been about three in the morning and I still hadn't been able to fall asleep. I was on the roof, and my dad climbed out the window. He had found Tony's weed in the packing boxes and told me that instead of throwing it away, he thought we should use it in honor of him."
"Holy shit." Wanda mutters impressed. You lose your train of thought for half a second because when Wanda smokes, her voice gets raspy and the sound chills your spine in a delicious way. "It's almost impossible to imagine the Captain straitlaced doing something like that. And with you?"
"Oh, it doesn't have to stay just in your imagination, Maximoff."
You bite back a smile, pulling away from the pillows to crawl across the mattress to the armchair where Wanda is sitting on the bed.
She handles very well hiding the way her heart misses three beats at once.
You reach out your hand to hers, taking the joint between your fingers. You rest yourself on your knees as you bring the cigar to your lips and take a small but dramatic puff - exposing your neck as you blow upward - and it's enough to make Wanda's mouth go dry.
When you face her back, your pupils are dilating, and your face warms softly at the intense gaze you are receiving. You let out a shy laugh.
"Is that proof enough that my story is true?" You tease, and Wanda opens her mouth to speak but hears noises outside the room.
Everything is fast from there - Wanda taking the cigarette and throwing it out the window, then shaking the smell away. She shoving you into her closet, and the lost exchange of justifications of punishment and rules.
You blink and are looking between the gap in the closet door opening.
"Wanda open this door now!" Shouts the male voice from outside.
She grunts in annoyance but obeys. " Dude, I was changing, what's your problem?" She questions, but is practically pushed out of the way.
You swallow dryly. There is Dean Charles Xavier, looking much more intimidating than he does at the institute.
"Are you using drugs in my house again?" He questions angrily, looking around.
Wanda huffs impatiently, crossing her arms. "Of course not!"
Charles doesn't seem to believe it much. "Look at the mess this room is in! You can't in the least keep things clean-"
"Do you need something or are you just here to mind my business, Xavier?" Wanda interrupts and Charles gasps indignantly. He runs a hand over his head as if calming himself down.
"How many times am I going to have to repeat that you are no longer welcome on the Institute campus, Wanda? You've been expelled. Understand this. You can't go around making little visits, especially to one of your rowdy friends."
Wanda rolls her eyes, uncrossing her arms to drag herself to the bed and sit down. "Man I wasn't even in your school!"
"Wanda, the guard Drax saw you coming out of the boys' dorm! You're seeing that Williams boy again, aren't you? I told you-"
"For God's sake Xavier, who I fuck is none of your business! You're not my dad!" Wanda shouted back, but Charles didn't hesitate.
"Oh, you're going to play the stepfather card now, seriously? I've been raising you since you were in diapers, don't be ridiculous! But very well, if it's your father you want, I'll call him now so he knows you're breaking our agreement again!"
Wanda's furious look falters, but she is too stubborn to back down. And when Charles puts the phone to his ear, she looks at the wardrobe, shooting you a quick look of insecurity.
Charles curses softly, and Wanda chuckles when she realizes he hasn't been answered. "Looks like he doesn't have time for you either."
The Dean snorts angrily but puts the phone away. "I came to talk to you because we had an assault case in the parking lot. And then I find out that you were out there, so-"
"Oh, and you immediately assumed that I would be involved? Thanks." Wanda retorts wryly.
Charles sighs indecisively. "I didn't mean it that way. But it was with the Barton boy, and I know you two had problems in the past. So I figured-"
"Barton can go fuck himself! I didn't go to your school, can you leave me alone now?" She interrupts impatiently, and Charles flinches in irritation. He raises a finger in warning.
"This conversation isn't over, Wanda. Be home tonight, we're going to have an adult conversation, you, me, and your father about what you've been doing. Or rather, what you haven't, like studying or getting a job!" He declares, and Wanda locks her jaw but does not retort. Xavier takes one last look around. "And clean this room!"
He leaves, slamming the door. Wanda locks it and waits until the footsteps move farther downstairs before going to the wardrobe.
And to your surprise, all the irritation from before fades from her expression as she opens the door for you.
She gives a little giggle as you stumble out with the limited space.
"What?" you ask, chuckling confused at her expression as well. Wanda bites back her smile.
"I finally witnessed you come out of the closet." She jokes and you snort incredulously, your cheeks blushing a little as Wanda giggles in a very cute way, her shoulders shaking.
"God, I really am the funny one in this friendship." You taunt her, and she feigns an expression of false offense before turning toward the window.
"Come on, Rogers, I'm starving." She declares, moving away to the windowed door of the room, to exit out onto the balcony.
"Wanda, that's a terrible idea." You say as soon as you see that she intends to walk down the flowerbed like you two used to do when you were kids. "I'm not ten years old anymore, Wands, I haven't climbed stuff in ages..."
But you stop talking because Wanda turns her face to you and looks at you in a very intense way.
"I forgot how much I like it when you call me that." She declares with a shy smile, and it is so cute and unexpected that you let her pull you by the forearm to the balcony and obey her when she asks you to come down first.
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Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - night classes
“It’s so cool,” Gabe pulls his face down to get a better look at his eye. “You’re like Dr Luo! Is it like that forever now?”
Robbie wracks his brain for an image of Dr Luo – he’s pretty sure that’s one of the bad guys in Ninja Wolf. Wait, this hurts your feelings? That’s hilarious. It’s nothing. He’s just glad Gabe isn’t freaked out by the way his pupil is still misshapen, the surrounding iris cloudy-brown from the broken blood vessels. Dr Montesi said the damage is mostly cosmetic, but seemed a little taken aback that he could see without much trouble. She spent the majority of their appointment frowning and making notes while Cho rattled off incomprehensible test results. They clearly arrived at some sort of a reluctant conclusion, but didn’t translate it into non-PhD, so all he knows is that he needs to go into the resonance machine again, this time for a full-body scan. MRI became MRS, which will apparently make all the difference.
He’s been prescribed extra rations. He’s already struggling to finish what the mess hall considers regular ones – but Gabe is always hungry after finishing his, so it’s hardly a problem.
“It should go back to normal in a couple of weeks,” he says as Gabe pulls his lower eyelid down. “How was school, anyway? Did you meet anyone new?”
While school-prep was essentially quarantine, proper ‘school’ turns out to be something of a misnomer – it’s a classroom attached to the unattended minors centre where the whole base dumps their kids when their guardians are at work, or otherwise occupied. Sometimes, after a demon attack, some of the children find themselves permanent residents until alternative care can be arranged. It’s good for them to be used to the environment.
“We’ve been notified you will be joining the academy,” the teacher told Robbie while Gabe was saying goodbye to his new classmates. He didn’t offer congratulations. “You don’t need to worry about the schedule. I know Major Brooks likes to run his sessions long.”
Major Brooks can like his sessions on the moon for all Robbie cares. He’s not letting Gabe live out of a temp bunk full of abandoned and orphaned children. The nightmare he had, the one about dying in The Charger – Didn’t die. – still makes him uneasy, and he has no plans on joining any strike teams. Besides, it seems a little unfair – as in any other childcare facility he’s ever seen, the staff are stretched thin and never paid enough for all they’re asked to do. Robbie can’t imagine preparing for a shift with sixty kids and ending up with a hundred, because someone up in the dome ran an exercise for an extra two hours.
That’s because you’ve never been in a Kwoon ring. Trust me, it’s better than hanging around a cripple all day.
He freezes. Was that–
“...and Lin said her dad can make me elbow pads like hers,” Gabe finishes recounting. Crap, Robbie didn’t mean to space out like that. “I want to draw her a picture from her story. Can we get the book?”
Gabe has a school-issued tablet that came complete with a stern warning about selling Shatterdome property. It takes Robbie longer than he’d like to figure out how to access the online library. Every piece of technology they get is second-hand or renovated, and still years ahead of what he could afford back in L.A.
The e-reader has adjustable text size and screen contrast, and a read-aloud option. Damn, you’re easy to impress. The book Gabe requested seems to be some sort of a video game novelisation.
This is all too good to be true, he thinks when Gabe is busy finishing his second helping of noodle soup while following the text along to the narrator in his earphones. The stipend he’s getting from medical is slightly less than what he’d make as a mechanic, and nowhere near enough to save up and leave, but so much on the base is provided for free it’s not really a concern. It feels not unlike the first few weeks in their own flat back in Hillrock Heights – a to-date unprecedented amount of comfort. That lasted only seven months before the demon attack. According to the countdown display, the next one is due in three weeks.
“Robbie-Robbie,” Gabe sing-songs without looking away from the screen. “Your soup is getting cold.”
“You’re holding it wrong. Extend your thumb,” Robbie says to his dad, grabbing his staff to demonstrate.
Dad is only a couple of inches taller than him. He rolls his eyes. He looks… fond.
“I can still knock the snot out of you, soldier boy.”
Robbie laughs. It sounds forced. “Yeah? That a threat?”
“Hell yeah.” Dad looks a little unsure for a moment. “Seriously, Juliana is watching. Go easy on me, huh?”
Robbie doesn’t remember having dreams like that before. Normal stuff, sometimes nightmares, but never these… these weird whole-scene narratives. He lies in his cot for a good ten minutes, trying to level his breathing; it felt so real. His arms ache.
Four in. Hold four. Four out. It’s being in the Shatterdome. Back in the Shatterdome. It’s messing with whatever… block he’s got in his head. There are records – classified, but maybe if he asked–
Or you could just plug back into The Charger. It’s got what you need.
Is it weird that Gabe doesn’t seem interested? Then again, he was too little to remember dad at all. He stopped asking after mom fairly quickly too. It used to be a point of pride for Robbie – he could do it by himself. They didn’t need anyone else.
He presses his knuckles into his eyes until he sees sparks. Jesus, pull yourself together. Right. He swings down from his bunk and goes to wake Gabe up – he’s been sleeping like a log with all the noise suppression in the crew quarters. They have morning routine down to the minute – roll out the kinks from Gabe’s legs and lower back, make sure he doesn’t try to spit out the one pill that doesn’t come in a sugar shell, decant the rest of the day’s meds plus emergency supply into the plastic container, check the medical info sheet is still in his backpack where it’s supposed to be. Gabe showers in the evenings, and Robbie in the mornings while he gets dressed. Back in L.A., the harried social worker he used to harass for advice mentioned that now Gabe is a teenager, Robbie needs to occasionally leave him alone behind a closed door, and this is the best he can offer – other than never, ever thinking about it any further in any detail.
All the kids get meals at the beginning of each shift, so he drops Gabe off first before looping back to the mess hall for his prescription food. Most of everything on offer is vegetarian, but with his new academy assignment Robbie can technically access the pork. It’s half eight in the morning – he has to solemnly promise the old lady behind the counter that he won’t starve to death on just rice and beans.
It turns out to be the wrong choice.
*
Tony waves Amadeus over to the edge of the viewing platform and points to the mat to the far side of the gym, where Robbie Reyes is getting his ass handed to him for the fifteenth time in a row. He’s probably counting, too. He looks the type.
“Ouch,” Amadeus hisses in sympathy. “Wasn’t he supposed to just run laps?”
“Yep,” Tony pops the ‘p’. He wishes he’d brought popcorn. “Don’t ask me, they were already at it when I got here.”
They watch the sixteenth match end, once again, with Reyes flat on his back on the mat. Tony waits until Eric gets him up again to nod his head to the other side of the platform. “Watch the Colonel.”
Ivanov doesn’t make a habit of observing the recruits. He shows up in the Kwoon Combat Room for pair ups, because that’s always good fun, but the cadets are pretty pitiful until Eric whips them into shape, and the brass tends to train when the impressionable young people can’t hear their backs creak from the effort. He’s been watching Reyes like a hawk, though, and according to Tony’s quick dig into base surveillance, arrived just in time to potentially instruct their Fightmaster to change up his training program. Eric doesn’t sway from his routines unless directly threatened with public speaking. Or unless Carol asks nicely enough, and she’s on duty this morning.
“His orthodontist will have some work to do,” Amadeus comments. He produces a pack of jelly beans from his coat pocket and offers some to Tony. “Are we being anti-establishment again?”
“Please, we’re always anti-establishment. Say, I know nothing about martial arts. Is Reyes any good?”
Only the rangers stand any chance of winning against Eric, and usually only after several years of learning his every move. That the kid hasn’t tapped out yet is already pretty impressive, but Tony has been known to mistake stubbornness for skill before. Amadeus crunches on the jelly beans for a long moment before replying.
“It’s like he’s been studying from old movies,” he says, thoughtful. “Knows what to do, but can’t back it up.”
“Did he mention getting any lessons?”
“Two boxing classes at fifteen.” Amadeus has the good sense to appear slightly red-faced at how quickly he pulled that information out of his giant brain. Tony magnanimously lets it slide. “What are you saying?”
He shrugs. “Nothing. But something smells funny here, doesn’t it?”
“Wait till you see what Montesi pulled out of his MEG scan.”
“Oooh, do tell.”
One level below, Reyes begins losing his cool. He puts enough strength into his next hit that when the wooden staff hits the mat instead of Eric’s leg, it bounces back and nearly hits him square in the face. Tony really doesn’t know much about fighting – he’s more of a lover type – but he knows Eric Brooks, and under three hundred layers of repression and self-esteem issues no therapist in the universe could crack, the big guy appears to be surprised.
“Not here,” Amadeus pockets his jelly beans. “Patient confidentiality and all that.”
That’s even more curious. “That good?” Amadeus has that look on his face. It’s been a while since Tony had last seen it, and he can’t say he enjoyed the resulting mayhem. “Alright, boy wonder. Lead the way.”
#Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU#robbie reyes#gabe reyes#tony stark#Amadeus Cho#Ugh I'm not happy with the routine description but#Let's keep this baby rolling#I'm fully committed to Blade and Robbie bonding over failure at emoting#Also in: this is why I'm so hung up on involving the hippocampus
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how bad is it? i just got it on my youtube recommended and i dont want to give it watch time
Going through the transcript because I'm not watching it again lmao. Typed it all out for context. Misinformation bolded in red for you to skim through.
TLDR: Youtuber Thumin obviously and obliviously describing antis but labeling them as proshippers. Unsurprisingly, she got her info from the good ol' Tiktok.
Starting at 3:24: "Let me go over what a proshipper even is."
"A proshipper is a fandom term for an individual who endorses or creates content that ships fictional characters together regardless if the ship is considered controversial or taboo. These ships can include minors in compromising situations, child x adult relationships, incest, and even glorified violence and SA.
The reason why proshippers get so much backlash is their insistence on normalizing specifically child x adult relationships and sexualizing underage characters in their works while avidly defending their stance.
"According to proshippers, they aren't doing anything wrong by depicting fictional children in inappropriate ways because no real child was harmed when creating said works. They are adamant that the problematic works they create or consume are completely harmless because it's fictional and those who criticize said works are stupid and in the wrong. This is my biggest issue with proshippers specifically. It's one thing to have a controversial opinion on something and rolling with it, and another to try and shove it down others' throats or harassing and bullying others who don't agree with your opinion. Proshippers are infamous for seeking out anyone who has any criticism for works that depict children in disturbing ways and straight up harassing them over that opinion.
"It happened to me a while ago too when I criticized a manga because it shipped a kindergarten teacher with a toddler and I got swarmed by angry proshippers who insist I was in the wrong for my opinon. They went on to harass me in my mentions by sharing toddler hentai for anyone to see while still mocking me for not liking such a predatory relationship.
[. . .]
"In these fandom streets, proshippers are infamous for being freaks and weirdos who judge anyone who doesn't approve of their bizarre interest in sexualizing fictional kids. Some go as far as calling proshippers who still continue to sexualize children even in their adulthood [pedophiles]. [. . . ] So now that we know what a proshipper is and how problematic they can be . . ."
At 6:40:
"A proshipper is literally just a term for someone who supports problematic ships . . ."
At 9:40:
"When it comes to the whole discussion of if being a proshipper is good or bad, that's up to you guys to decide for yourself. I personally dislike the ship dynamics that proshippers die on the hill for. I think it's disgusting to sexualize underage characters, incest, and non-consensual relationships. That's my opinion. I also believe that sharing art like that could hurt real children because it helps normalize depredation that is being glorified in said works. Again, this is just my opinion. If these sensitive and taboo subjects are covered in a non-glorified way in order to shed light on them or to tell a compelling story then I personally don't mind them. As a fan of horror mangas and thrillers, it's common to come across stories with disturbing relationship dynamics and that's totally okay. The issue I have with proshippers is that they defend even the most blatant works that are literally just made and meant for predators to consume. They also have to attack and force their ideals on anyone even if it means harassing them for simply disagreeing with them. This is what I've personally noticed is the case, at least online."
So my New Year's Adam was incredibly disappointing lol. I quite liked her content. And I did the proshipper thing, which was to immediately SMASH THAT SUBSCRIBE BUTTON to unfuckingsub.
There was a comment she replied to saying that she worded it like this due to her experiences with proshippers in the past. Bestie, those weren't proshippers. SALS, like live and let live, is inherently anti-harassment. Someone whose job is to put out informative videos to facilitate meaningful discussions should know not to get her info from fucking Tiktok of all places.
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Is this self indulgent? Yes, I hope you enjoy it too!
I’m taking Inspo from my recent Bully! Eddie idea, and mixing it with this!
So, Bully! Eddie x New Girl! Disfigured! Disabled!Reader, where Reader comes to school for her last year of high-school. She’s Eddie’s age, and has repeated school a few times to lead her to this point. Rumors spread, but one of the biggest ones is just how she ended up looking the way she does. Was it a car crash? A fire? A bear attack? No one really knows, and it’s even said that Reader changes the story every time she’s asked. Sometimes it’s more plausible, other times she spins this yarn that could rival Eddie’s own campaigns.
Obviously, Eddie is intrigued, but he’s also a dick, so he makes it his personal mission to find out just what happened to her. Here is where the previous idea comes in, because his plan involves getting her to tutor him. In his mind, it plays out like this: She tutors him and in between mathematical equations and world history, he pressures her into telling him what actually happened.
What really happens: Actually studying (which is a shocker to him), Reader countering his attempts, and the most surprising of all, Feelings??
It’s not long before Eddie realizes that these little study dates become less of an excuse to find out what’s happened to her, and more of a ploy to just know her. He feels like he does after a while. Like she’s slowly opening up to him despite not wanting to, despite turning down his more romantic advances with a scoff or a joke every damn time. After all, no one else in school knew how many surgeries she’s had, or her countless hospital visit’s. No one else knows the kind of music she listens to, or laughs with her about some stupid inside joke. No one else knows that when she was a child, she used to pretend to be a monster and scare the other kids on the playground. “They treated me like one anyway, so why not lean into it?” (That particular tidbit is one of his favorites.)
Eddie feels normal around her, for once. Less of a freak and more of a boy just trying to impress the girl he likes. He’s so certain that she likes him too. It’s in the way she looks at him, or doesn’t mind when he gets a little too close. It’s in the way she let him actually touch her face, and her scars. It’s in the way where she actually blushes when he teases her, her protests holding barely any heat.
He knows that he likes her, even if the thought scares him. In his mind, they may be the outcasts of the school but she’s the hidden princess just waiting to be discovered, and he’s just the troll keeping her locked away with association. That doesn’t stop him from stealing an extra sandwich from the lunch line for her when they study, or being her personal driver home when they finished. It doesn’t stop him from making her mixtapes, or making NPCs with her likeness. He may be a little mean to her, but he’s worse to the people around the two of them. To the dickheads who find it hilarious to mess with her, or the assholes who liked to stare.
Still, Eddie didn’t know why she kept ignoring his advances. Kept skirting around his flirting, or his professions of love. It all comes to a head when they smoke for the first time together, the weed leaving then both fuzzy. Eddie’s a sap when high, all compliments and sweetness, but Reader just seems to get more upset with every one.
“I’m not stupid.” She says, bitterness souring the floral perfume of the weed. “I know you can be a dick, but joking about that kind of thing is fucked up, Eddie.”
It’s in that moment that everything crashes into place. “…Someone asked you out as a joke?”
“…More then once.”
With the grace of a ballerina wearing sandbags on her feet, all heavy thumps and wobbling legs, Eddie’s right in front of her. Kneeling in front of her beanbag chair, brown eyes serious despite the pink rim. “I’m not joking.” He promises, so close that he can feel her breath on his face. So close that his nose brushes against hers. “I was never joking. I’m an asshole, but christ sweetheart, that’s…that’s some evil shit. I don’t deal in that.”
Her voice is soft, tentative. “…You don’t?”
“No. I’m more of a mischief maker. Apparently, I also can’t read people for shit. Is that why you keep turning me down? You really think me, The Freak Of Hawkins, would do that to my fellow companion in social exile?” He grins a little and that gets you giggling. “Sweetheart, that’s the kinda shit people like Jason and some of his cronies do. I should revoke your free weed privileges for even insinuating that-“
More laughter, and then you do something else. You pull him close, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders so your cuddling there on the beanbag. His heart is racing, his one tense body practically melting as you run your fingers through his wild curls. “….I was also…scared. I guess. No one’s ever really…payed attention to me like that before.”
“Well that’s their loss, and my fantastic victory.” He mumbles, hugging your waist and nuzzling your neck. The scent of your body wash tickling his nose. “I mean, fuck, I get to be with the ultimate survivor? My own bear fighter? The one touched by fire and lived to tell the tale? Sweetheart, you are the most metal of people. The most badass.” He leans back, cupping your face and lightly rubbing your cheeks. “So…please? Gimme a chance? No jokes, just my bleeding heart all for you to do what you want with.”
He kisses you for the first time that night in his van, then again the next morning when you wake up together. He calls you pretty, and the honesty in his tone sings.
#thebunspeaks#stranger things#fluffybunnycorner#eddie munson x reader#stranger things hc#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#this was just supposed to be a concept and instead I wrote a fic#whoopsie#anyway I love Eddie x disabled!reader and you can pry that idea from my cold dead hands#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x y/n#eddie x you#disabled!reader#disfigured!reader#Eddie munson x disabled!reader#Eddie x disabled!reader
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Urgh! The angst of Tyler Galpin X Sister! Reader— I LOVED IT
I'm probably going to make a few requests cuz I'm in love with your ideas(if you don't mind of course) but I will start with a not-so-random one
Could you do headcanons for Wednesday x Selective mute! Reader?
I'm making a series based on this pairing but the relationship/romance part it's not really my thing so...could you help? I mean, just ideas for them bonding and getting closer after season 1 would literally save me
It's such a pleasure to know that someone loves my works. Thanks you for the idea. I hope I managed to do it.
Wednesday x male! Reader
Your life before Nevermore
Your parents were sirens and used to attend Nevermore. When they found out you are mute, their life mission became making your life as comfortable as it was possible.
They showered you with love and tenderness but your peers were pretty cruel. They called you 'fish' and taunted constantly.
You often changed schools because of your parents who tried to stand up for you by all possible ways including siren' song.
You loved reading so you are the greatest nerd in the world.
You have a great imagination. Instead of watching TV like ordinary kids, you wrote fantastic stories about your adventures and you being normal. After all humiliation you became introverted and insecure.
You liked to have a stroll when streets get empty. You had a dog Bonnie so it was like your motivation to get out of your house. She was quite playful and adored you. You found her when she was a little sick puppy. She was left to die and local kids tried to make her die sooner throwing rocks in her but you protected her, shielding her with your back.
- Get lost, freak, or you want to get a punch?
- They are the same. This trash is dirty and ugly and this one can't even say a single word.
- His brain is so small that he can't do it!
They laughed at you but it was usual for you. You stopped trying to find out why people are so tyrannic towards you because you got used to it.
Your parents saved you and praised for bravery. You had nursed Bonnie till she got better. Eventually, she became normal and looked like other dogs and still she kept to your side.
One day you were walking around the town with Bonnie and she sniffed something and started barking. These were local bullies who made your life in school miserable but you kept it to myself.
- Who is here? Oh, that's the poor boy who can't even say something.
- Jack, he isn't going to say something. Maybe, we can do it with another way.
They rushed to you, taking out a small knife from their pockets to scare Bonnie but she didn't let them approach you. She attacked one of them and he stabbed her with the knife.
Meanwhile another bully tried to beat a soul out of you. When you saw her blood, you went ballistic. Your eyes were full of anger and something clicked inside of you. The bully stopped and you pushed him. He wasn't trying to defend himself then you glared at the other and he frose. He started shaking and fell on the ground. You dashed to Bonnie. Your phone was broken so you took her in your arms. She was heavy but you didn't have other options. Your parents were shocked to see you covered in blood after a walk.
It's a pity but Bonnie lost much blood and died in your arms. You were depressed for a long time, keeping her toys and photos.
You met the bullies in the school and they pinned you by your closet:
- We don't know how you and your shitty dog escaped but now we want to continue our conversation
You felt the anger again. Because of these bastards you lost your only friend. Their looks made your blood boil. You felt the feeling again and they froze. You used the opportunity and punched them, not caring that someone can see or hear you beat them. When you saw blood, you felt excitement. You were dragged by some teachers. That's how you were expelled.
Your parents didn't scold you for this and one day enrolled you to Nevermore, thinking that you can find some friends there.
Your life in Nevermore
Gossips about you reached the school before you. Everyone talked behind your back but you didn't care. Rumours about you reduced when this strange girl appeared because her story was more interesting than yours.
One day you were paired with her. She looked intimidating but turned out to be as indifferent to everything as you. You agreed to do your project in your room because you didn't have a rommie.
You were doing your project and she saw a photo on your table by your bed.
- Dog lover?- she asked showing you some signs
You squeezed a pen in your hand and ink was all over your hand. You left her, saying that you would be soon, trying to hold tears.
She was surprised and understood that the dog on the picture isn't ordinary but she was busy with her investigation so left the topic.
After the project your ways crossed rarely. You were also busy with investigating the case. You had your suspicions about Weens, who tried to hide death of Rowan. You was the one who found Thing at the station. It told you about Wednesday investigation.
That's when you started talking with Wednesday about the case. Some students started shipping you both.
She asked out the barista from Weathervane on the day of Raven. You, Eugene and her had decided to watch after the cave, but she chose to stay.
You left with Eugene. At first everything was okay but when someone appeared and burnt the cave you tried to see who it was, but you stepped on a branch and the sound revealed you. You tried to run away but the monster appeared. You tried to hypnotize it but its claws made a deep cut on your stomach. You passed out from blood loss.
Wednesday felt guilty and tried to visit both of you every day. Your parents appeared as soon as they heard about the accident. They had an argument with Weems calling her 'heartless witch who can't cope with her only duty - keep children safe' . They wanted to take you from the school but you were in coma. Wednesday promised them to look after you and they said that after the loss of Bonnie you avoided people so they are glad you to have found friends.
You woke up shortly after Eugene. Your parents wanted to take you away from Nevermore but you knew that if you do it, you will regret it. You had seen red boots and recognised them as Thornhill's.
You wanted to tell Wednesday but she already had left. You were worried and when Thing with Enid bumped into you, your guts told you that she is in a danger. You dashed to the Crypt with them, but when Enid started her transformation you had to go there by myself
You saw Tyler who was holding Wednesday by her collar so you pushed him. He transformed into a Hyde and attacked you. You used your hypnosis and it helped till the moment you lost control over him hearing some noises. He threw you in a tree and got ready to end your life but Enid saved you.
Wednesday dragged to Nevermore, knowing what's going on there right now. You saw the castle in fire and everyone was in panic but you were ready to any danger. While Wednesday was fighting with Crackstone, you were helping others to get out and then came back to the castle. You found Thornhill, who wanted to kill Wednesday so you attacked her from behind.
When everything ended, you took a small ball from your pocket, looking at it closely. It had some marks from Bonnie's teeth. You felt the hand on your shoulder, it was Wednesday. She hugged you tightly unexpectedly and you returned it. She told you about her Nero, who had been killed by bullies, and said the words you wanted to hear the most " I'm glad to have a friend like you" she smiled "If there were more people like you in the world, the world would be a better place. Hope to see you in the next semester"
" So do I" Enid appeared out of nowhere and hugged you
That's the time to turn a page and this time it will be easier with a friend who accepts you.
#wednesday#tyler galpin#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday characters x reader#mute reader#male reader#wednesday x male reader#wednesday angst
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Let me rant please;
I think this is unpopular but I literally love carol and Tommy, please let me explain.
Also please don’t attack me I am just a girl and I will cry. These are my opinions.
The duo= Tommy and Carol
They’re friends with Steve and everything is fine. Steve’s happy, the duos happy. I mean they literally share food in the cafeteria. That’s so adorable. They must have been friends for a good while. Then Nancy comes in. Nancy with her good grades, Nancy with the (sorry) definitely superiority complex, who never talks ill of someone, I’d be a little annoyed too. Who are you to come into my friend group and start calling us cliche ? girl I’m about to fight u.
They literally shit talk like normal teenagers I promise the world will be fine even though they talk behind peoples backs. At least it’s not to their face? idk LMFAO. A little gossip is healthy. Also Steve always seems to think what they say is funny until Nancy ruins it😒 (that was a joke please don’t hurt me)
Also it wasn’t tommy and carol who peer pressured their best friend into shotgunning a beer.. just saying.
I think everyone also started to think they were mean kids ( I mean kinda ) when they broke J’s shit, but they were so valid to do that. Like yeah they could’ve gone about it better, definitely less property destruction, but they’re 16 and they just found out (what they think is a) perv (sorry Jonathan) took photos of them partially undressed, and they just broke his camera. I’d have ruined his life!😭 if you took photos of me about to have sex with my boyfriend from my window I literally would have made sure you never got into a college, and I’m dead serious.
“I was looking for my brother” tell that to the police babe.
Also the thing about Steve getting upset with Nancy because she told the police or whatever. He doesn’t know the gravity of Barb missing like we the viewers or Nancy do. He’s a teenage boy with an abusive father who doesn’t want to get in trouble if the father finds out about him having friends over. No, he should not have told that to Nancy, but also he was valid in his feelings when he was scared for his dad to find out.
ALSO STEVE APOLOGIZING TO NANCY IM GONNA BE MANIC. “I panicked, I mean I was a total dick.” “Yeah, you were.” WHAT??????????😭 Steve may have panicked and broken the kids camera, yeah he should maybe think about apologizing for that (even though he really doesn’t need to because the kid used the camera to take photos of him naked), but he was NOT a dick for standing up for himself I’m gonna freak out. And Nancy not accepting his apology like she’s a saint in this situation? girl go to hell omfg.
And Nancy KNOWS what Jonathan did was wrong because she calls him out in the woods, oh lord.
I know someone’s gonna hate hearing me say it, but even though what Nancy did definitely was not cheating, it was most certainly disrespectful to Steve. Like here’s this boy that she knows he hates, here’s this boy that she knows definitely has some feelings for her (because he took photos of her naked while she was unaware?) and Steve comes over to apologize to his girlfriend (when he really has nothing to apologize for; besides the camera) and she blatantly lies to his face about where she’s gonna be! Like ok yeah she definitely couldn’t have told him she was going “monster hunting”, but she’s hiding the fact that she’s going to be with someone she knows her boyfriend doesn’t want her hanging around. 😭 I love Nancy tho, don’t come for season 3 or 4 Nancy I’m serious.
Another thing is when Steve and Jonathan got into that fight or whatever, they were being good friends to him ?!? honestly if I got into a fight like Steve, my best friend would have been shouting for me to kick his ass too, maybe even getting in because she can fight and I cannot, but that’s not the point. And when the cops came, they helped Steve escape. It’s just they had a poor choice of words at the gas station, but honestly their words were valid. And Tommy was a good boyfriend for defending Carol. Like, we as the viewers know Nancy didn’t cheat, and was deeply traumatized to be alone that night, but they don’t! They divulged in his delusions, let him drive to her house to check in on her, he caught her “cheating”, honestly the shit that I would have said if my bff’s boyfriend cheated on her? Hell no. Sign him up for the military, pop his tires, put mashed potato mix in his lawn before it rains, I would’ve done worse than the movie sign. But Steve cleans the sign cause he’s sweet and has better morals than me.
Honestly Steve is just plain better than me for saving J and Nancy cos if u had “cheated” on me and now intergalactic monsters r after u? have fun!!!<3 I am NOT saving your ass! And if he had listened to the duo, his heart wouldn’t have been broken 3 episodes later in season 2
In conclusion! Tommy and Carol weren’t assholes, they were teenagers, and that doesn’t make Nancy and Steve saints for seeing sense and growing up quicker. That also doesn’t make Steve and Nancy villains. None of these teens should be villainfied (is that a word ?) for being the way they are, because they’re teenagers who still have to grow and mature and some just do it quicker than others. Please stop attacking my best friends tommy and carol. They were just ride or die frl. This show is easily my favorite for the way they portray teens. It’s so incredibly accurate it hurts.
Nancy and Steve aren’t the villains but they could easily be painted to be. Tommy and carol aren’t the villains, but they could easily be painted to be. It’s point of view, which everyone has, and by that definition everyone is a little in the wrong, but that doesn’t make them world class villains and the others heroes. You’re literally the hero of your own story. I’m getting heated now I’m gonna post this ♡
Also I didn’t like barb don’t shoot me.
#Steve Harrington#nancy wheeler#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things 1#stranger things 2#carol stranger things#tommy hagan#Tommy stranger things#carol perkins
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