#ive changed things around so the cut on her hand is Not gonna be like that but oh well
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obstinate (4) | a. anderson
summary: you’re a new medic in the WLF base. you’re young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.
notes: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, mentions of injuries, civil conversation (for once 😮), mutual pining, this might be my fav chapter i’ve written so far
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an: here it is folks, eat up
MDNI!!
abby’s head hung low as she was hauled to the infirmary.
the bullet that was currently lodged in her shoulder hurt like a bitch. there were beads of sweat adorning her forehead and collarbones, and her brows furrowed from the sharp sting in her arm. but that wasn’t what mattered at the moment. she could care less about the pain.
what she did care about was the fact that her patrol had almost been over, and she was going to enjoy her full day off tomorrow, when she was ambushed, and shot. she had spent the entire day blowing off some steam, and planned to get a well needed night of sleep before an important conversation tomorrow.
believe it or not, she was going to pay a visit to your doorstep that upcoming day. not to apologize, obviously, that wasn’t her style. instead to make a proposition.
but of course, the universe had other plans for her. instead, she felt herself slipping in and out of a pained consciousness as her fellow soldiers lifted her onto a stiff hospital bed.
a familiar hand brushed her face, a thumb pressed firmly against her cheekbone as another finger peeled her eyelid upward, shining a bright light into her pupil. as she squints up at the ceiling, eyes adjusting to the bright infirmary lights, she heard a small chuckle before her.
“christ, anderson,” you shake your head, quick fingers cutting away her t shirt with your fabric scissors. “you’re not looking too hot.”
abby groans, instantly recognizing your familiar voice and soft hands. of course it would be you to treat her. she must have some really damn bad karma.
“don’t-” she shakes her head weakly, voice small, “don’t even start.”
abby was fully conscious now, eyes blown wide and face red as you cleaned up the wound, prepping it for surgery. she watched you with shallow breathes, simply accepting your taunting. she knew she had it coming.
“what was that you said, yesterday?” you ask slowly, voice dripping with sarcasm, “you haven’t been hit on the field in over a year?”
“shut up,” abby says in a hiss, her face pinching as you sanitize the wound. her fingers grip the edge of the bed, knuckles whitening. you notice her pain, and mumble “m’sorry,” as you clean her up. as much as you wish you did, you really didn’t enjoy seeing her like this.
“don’t think.. don’t think this’ll mean i’ll change my mind ‘bout anything,” abby brings up a weak hand, pointing at you with narrowed eyes.
“course not,” you shake your head, biting back a smile. you couldn’t even be upset by her comment. you were stubborn, and so was she. the last thing you wanted to be was a hypocrite.
“listen um-” you bite the inside of your lip, “the bullets shattered.”
she hums frustratedly, “figures.”
“i’m gonna put you under general anesthesia,” you move swiftly, prepping her forearm for an IV as you call over mel to control her dosage.
“try not to kill me while i’m under, will ya?” she says with a frown, but her eyes crease as if she’s smiling.
you laugh quietly, glad to see she was the same old abby, even in her worst.
“another time,” was the last thing she heard before going under.
. . .
abby woke up with little feeling in her body. she didn’t know what time it was, but judging from the dimly lit halls of the infirmary, and quiet buzz of conversation just around then corner, she could tell it was night.
she sat up with a grunt, gripping her left shoulder and feeling around at the intricately wrapped bandages. her eyes travel around the room, landing on the small table beside her. she picked up an orange pill bottle, reading the label carefully.
it was vicodin.
her eyes widen a bit. either mel was feeling generous today, or you had gone out of your way to get her extra good opioids. she furrowed her brows at the thought of the latter.
her gaze lifts as she hears footsteps entering her mostly empty tent. you rub your eyes as you step into the room, and full glass of water in your hand.
you walk to her bedside, smiling tightly. “you’re awake.” you say softly. you place a hand on her uninjured shoulder, and push her back against the bed gently, ignoring her mumbling protests. “you shouldn’t be sitting up.”
you grab the bottle and open it, dumping a single pill onto your hand, whispering, “open”
she nods, accepting the pill you set on her tongue and taking a sip of the water. her voice is hoarse as she speaks. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
you breath in sharply, “you’re talking.”
“no i mean..” she begins, but you cut her off.
“abby, you really should just rest.”
“i’m fine,” she insists, craning her neck forward as she goes to sit up again. you click your tongue, pushing her back down. “please?” she whispers.
you snap your mouth shut, eyeing her suspiciously. “you gonna apologize?”
she scoffs. “no.”
“alright,” you chuckle dryly, “then please just rest.”
“why would i apologize?” she snaps, titling her head. “you should thank me, y’know, for keeping you out of the serevena. i mean, if this is the state i’m in, i can’t imagine how you’d have ended up.”
you roll your eyes, scolding yourself for thinking she’d have been any different today. “thank you, abby” you whisper sarcastically, “for saving my ass, healing my shoulder, and caring for me as i recover.” you take a long pause for dramatic effect. “oh wait. that was me.”
abby opens her mouth to bite back, but looks down. “thank you.” she says quietly. “i did mean to say that sooner. thank you.”
you nod, smiling slightly. “just doin my job.”
abby can’t help it as she says, “you give vicodin to every patient as a part of said job?”
you clench your jaw, feeling exposed. “you’re a top soldier, abby.” you respond slowly, “of course you’re going to get the good stuff.”
she nods, a smile creeping on her lips at your obvious discomfort. “right.”
a familiar silence falls upon the room as you step back from the bed. she watches you with parted lips, looking as if her words are stuck in her throat. “i have.. i have a proposition for you.”
you nearly snort at her choice of words, and you look down at her with an amused smirk. “a proposition?”
she snickers weakly, “i know that sounds weird, but, i need you to hear me out.”
you nod, tensing up a bit at the seriousness of her voice. you didn’t want to begin guessing what this was about. “okay… i’m listening.”
“you want to be able to go on patrol, isn’t that right?” she begins slowly, her voice low.
you nod carefully, humming “that’s right.”
“but from what i’ve seen, i can tell you’re not ready for that, is that correct?”
you inhale with a frown. “that’s what you think, yes.”
she chuckles at your clever remark. “you heard what isaac told the both of us. if you don’t get an okay from me, you can’t patrol.” she says with a grin.
you feel your face growing a bit hot. “what’re you doing abby? you just saying that to rub it in? trust me, you made your point pretty clear when you practically tackled me.”
tackled wasn’t exactly the word you used for it in your head, but it was safer to say than the alternative.
when she pressed you against a wall. when she held you to the ground. when you could practically feel her lips against your neck as she whispered to you. yeah no. tackled it is.
“i’m not trying to prove a point,” she hums, sitting up a bit once again. when you open your mouth to order her to lay back, she hushes you with a hand in your face. “don’t.”
you purse your lips and step back, giving up as she leans forward, large hand on her knee. “you couldn’t fight me off last night.”
your eyes narrow. “no abby. i couldn’t.” you throw your hands up, and cross them over your chest. “but majority of scars aren’t built like y-you..” you gesture at her arms, but trail off, your internal monologue telling you to just stop talking.
“built like what?” her smile is now wide and beaming. her fingers clutch her knee, and you can see her muscles flex. real subtle abby.
“never mind,” you huff. “what i mean, abby, is that most of our enemies aren’t like you. they don’t have a fully equipped gym, high protein diet, or even a steady roof over their heads. just because i can’t handle you, doesn’t mean i can’t handle them.”
“can’t handle me, huh?” she smirks and you nearly boil over.
she didn’t know why she was doing this. she shouldn’t flirt with you right now. she needed to convince you, not fluster you. but seeing the red tint on your cheeks, she just couldn’t help it.
and for you, watching her lick her lips, toned stomach exposed as she sits in only a black sports bra, you became weak.
“stop that.” you say quickly, your lips pulled into a stern pout.
“stop what?” she cocks her head.
“you- you know what- just.” you groan. “just get to your point, anderson.”
“you only call me that when you’re trying to act mad at me.”
“i don’t need to act mad, i am mad.”
“sure you are,” she puts a pretend frown on, “so mad.”
“abby…” you say her name warningly. “i don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it’s not working. get to your point.”
her smile softens a bit, and she sighs, humming your name. “you really won’t ever let me try to get along with you, will you?”
her questions catches you off guard a bit. you sit down on the edge of her firm bed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “that’s a two way street, abby.”
“what do you mean by that?”
“i mean.. you don’t let me get along with you either.” you say with a small shrug, “i feel like every time we have a conversation, you always find something to get on me about. and we end up fighting.”
abby sighs. “well that’s because… you always give me a reason to be upset.”
“or… because you overreact about things.” you say simply.
normally, abby would argue further. but watching the way your expression remains calm as you speak makes her soft. you were trying, and maybe she could do the same.
“maybe i do.”
her sentence is short, and her voice is firm. a lot was said in just those few words. it was more than she’d ever been able to admit in the past.
you surprise yourself as you hear the next words leave your mouth. “and maybe i… was a little too hard on you when you talked to isaac. i… didn’t mean what i said in the cafeteria.. about.. you thinking your better then everyone else.”
“i don’t.. think that.” she shakes her head with a grin, “only that i’m better than you.” her voice is playful, and it makes you crack a smile in return.
you look away from her, taking a deep breath as you listened to the whir of the fans in the tent. you could feel her eyes on you, and it makes your face hot.
you were still angry at her. you still couldn’t give her the satisfaction of thinking she was let off the hook.
she may have been charming, and her voice may be smooth, and she may make you nervous. and it was hard to ignore the fight in your mind as you look at her face, struggling to decide whether to memorize every freckle on her skin or just stare at her lips.
but she jeopardized your role in the WLF. she humiliated you, and she underestimated you, and she made you so desperately miss the girl you had first met.
she was acting awfully like that girl right now.
she wasn’t yelling at you, she was smiling at you. it made your stomach hurt.
you take a deep breath, finally meeting her eyes. “you… had a proposition,” you begin, “what was it?”
a part of you prayed that she would say something that made you mad again. it was easier that way. she was so much easier to be mad at when she wasn’t staring at you like she never meant a thing she did.
abby smiles. “you want to go on patrols, you have to train with me.”
you inhale from your nose, shaking your head. “abby, no.”
she whispers your name, followed by a “yes.”
“i’ll help you learn to shoot. i’ll help you learn to fight. i’ll make sure you can protect yourself.”
you frown, lowering your head. you couldn’t do this. you couldn’t be around her like this. she made you crazy. she made you want something she couldn’t give you.
you practically scream in your mind, yelling to snap the hell out of it! the two of you are constantly bouncing from simple conversations to jumping for each others throats. if you wanted to keep your sanity, and your dignity, you needed to avoid.
“that’s not gonna happen, abby,” you shake your head.
she doesn’t look surprised, nor does she look disappointed. she was determined.
“you’re never gonna go on patrol if you don’t agree to this.” she states.
you exhale through your teeth, rolling your eyes. “you’re… impossible.”
she chuckles, leaning towards you. “i’m not,” she laughs, “it’s a simple request. then i’ll leave you alone forever. free reign on the field.”
“i don’t have time for that, abby,” you shake your head, “i work too much here in the infirmary. it’s not gonna happen.”
“that’s exactly why you need me,” her voice is almost pleading. “you’re going to go insane in here. how long have you been here, anyways?”
“what do you mean?”
“how long have you been working? you were here before i came in, and you’re still here.”
“i’m used to it.” you respond quickly.
“how long,” she pressed with a raised eyebrow.
you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “it’s a 24 hour shift. i’m almost over.”
she watches you through her blond lashes, her eyes softening.
she had always been praised for her work in the WLF. she got so many special privileges, attention, and respect. her work was rewarded, and people looked up to her.
and then there as you.
worked to the bone. face sunken from lack of sleep, yet a smile still so beautiful. you never got the recognition you deserved. you never got the love you deserved.
but from the way she was looking at you alone, you felt more appreciated than ever before.
“you don’t deserve that,” her voice is soft and gentle.
you remain silent as you stare at each other.
“when’s the last time you left the base?”
“uh-” you pause for a moment, “since the patrol with you.”
she sighs, leaning back a bit as her tongue rolls on the inside of her cheek. “you’re gonna go crazy if you stay in here.”
“yeah,” you answer, “thanks to you.” you instantly frown at yourself. why was this all you knew? why couldn’t you be civil?
abby doesn’t flinch from your words, however, only smiles more.
“you need me.”
you instantly break eye contact as she says this, your cheeks warming up.
“i-,” you exhale quickly, “what- what does that mean?”
“i mean, you need me to help you. i promise you, if you just train with me for a little while, i’ll let you go on whatever patrol you want.”
you shake your head, looking down, but she presses on.
“please? i just- i need to see that.. that you’ll be okay out there.”
“i will be.” your voice is shaky, meeting her same level of desperation. “just let me go. you’ll see, abby, you’ll see.”
“i’m not going to take that kind of risk,” her voice is more stern, “not when you can prove that to me here, in the safety of the base.”
“i’m not doing that, abby, so you can just forget it,” you can’t hide the frustration in your voice.
“why are you so god damn stubborn?” she raises her voice and you widen your eyes.
“i’m a grown woman, abby,” your tone is low, “i don’t need your help. and i don’t need your approval, so you can just forget it. i’d rather stay here at the infirmary, and go crazy.”
abby’s jaw clenches, and she rolls her head back. “you- just let me.. please?”
“no, okay?” you stand up. “look… i’ve gotta get back to work.” you reach to grab your bag, preparing to leave.
abby’s voice is sharp, and almost mean as she calls out to you. “are you even happy?”
you look at her with raised eyebrows, completely dumbfounded. “what?”
“you heard me.”
you stare at her, mouth open slightly. all you did was work, struggle to fall asleep, and suppress your feelings. happiness wasn’t something on your mind. it didn’t seem achievable.
“that doesn’t even matter,” you turn around again, but her voice stops you. your back faces her as she speaks.
“you need me.” she says quietly.
you don’t turn around as you respond. “what.. what are we even talking about right now?”
your question was bold, but so was her statement. were you reading this wrong? her words made you feel so light headed.
“i think you know what i’m talking about,” she says, tone low and sultry. you swallow hard, trying to stop your body from shaking.
when you don’t respond, abby takes it as a rejection.
“i’m sorry- that was.. that was out of line- i just mean, i think getting out of this place will give you some peace of mind,” she sounds almost insecure, “you need it.”
you can’t risk turning back around, fear of her seeing your red face, or the way your legs squeeze together. why’d she have to take it back?
your response is slow and soft. “i’ll.. i’ll be fine, abby. you should rest.” and you leave her with that as you exit the room, not daring to breath until you were out of her eyesight.
. . .
to your ultimate despair, you didn’t see abby anderson for an entire week.
you didn’t return to her bedside until she was admitted. you didn’t see her in the cafeteria, even when you went during normal breakfast hours. you didn’t see her stop into the infirmary. you didn’t see her anywhere.
and you knew it was purposeful.
you had shut her down, turned her away. and she didn’t know how to accept it.
even when she tried to be nice, and understanding, and patient, you still wouldn’t agree to a thing.
she didn’t want to see you, or talk to you, or spy on you anymore. she knew if she did, she’d just start begging again. and she had to stop doing that.
so she did the only thing she knew how.
she avoided.
but for you, on the other hand. you didn’t even have the time to make sense of it.
with a weak total of 30 hours of sleep in the last week, and 3 consecutive 12 hour shifts the last few days, you were truly going out of your mind.
you were, once again, a walking corpse. you slept during the entire day in your dungeon of a room, and woke up in the night to slave away in the infirmary.
you rarely saw sunlight, rarely went outside for fresh air. you barely ate, or showered, or even spoke.
and ever since abby had asked you if you were happy, that’s all you craved. to feel happy.
you’re body ached with both the need of something different, and from the soreness of your neck.
you treated countless soldiers with minor injuries, beaming smiles on their faces as they cackles with their counterparts, sharing stories of their excitement out on the field.
your heart stang with jealousy.
one soldier mentioned how abby had found a way into an old record store, collecting dozens of practically untouched records and bringing them home to distribute based on who she knew liked the artists.
she kept the Siamese Dream album by The Smashing Pumpkins for herself.
that night you dreamed of listening to it with her.
you woke up at midnight, your shift only hours away. only this time, you didn’t plan on going to it.
your body was hot and your skin felt tingly as you emerged from the covers. your pajama shorts hung loosely by your hips, swallowed by the old t shirt on your shoulders. you ran your fingers through your hair, and let out a groan of frustration.
you wanted her. you needed her.
and you wanted out of this damn base.
one of those things, you knew a way to make happen.
you told yourself to turn around as your slippered feet padded down the halls of the base. you told yourself you decided that you wouldn’t do this. wouldn’t give in to her demands, and deal with your job in the infirmary.
but your head heart from your lack of vitamin d, and your joints ached from your lack of movement.
your frown was nearly cemented onto your face from your lack of abby.
abby.
which is why you shut down your doubt, and brought your shaking fist to her door, knocking gently.
she didn’t open at first, and you wait with a trembling figure, eyes wide and desperate. but eventually, you hear the lock click, and the door swings open.
“what do you-,” she begins as she scratches the back of her neck, but stops when she sees you before her, her hand dropping to her side.
she takes in your state. your hair is messy and wild. your eyes are glossy, and you smell like sleep and cinnamon. you part your puffy lips, and she feels weak in the knees as she watches you. she whispers your name, and you finally speak.
“i- i need you.”
#abby anderson#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x female reader#abby tlou#obstinate#abby anderson fic#abby anderson the last of us 2
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ii. the sun
The sun portends good fortune, happiness, joy and harmony. It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater.
paring: joel miller x fem!reader
summary: you meet joel for the first time while working as a trauma nurse in the emergency room at a hospital in austin, texas. joel can't handle a few stitches so he distracts himself by flirting with you.
warnings: pre-outbreak, mentions of injury, blood, stitches, flirty/nervous!joel, mention of a car accident, me pretending i know what being a nurse is like, no use of y/n
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minors DNI
Your day had been ridiculously rough but thankfully it was coming to an end within the next two hours. It was Saturday which meant it was one of your longer shifts at the hospital and it felt like it had no end in sight.
There had been a game at the university which brought a ton of mid day drinking to underage college students who couldn't handle their alcohol. This also typically meant a ton of fights between the rivaling teams, drunk driving accidents, and typical college bullshit that never seemed to end during the football season. If there was one thing you had learned about Texans since moving there was that they take their football seriously. Especially for a school like UT.
"Talk about a rough day." You say to your co-worker when you both finally have a second to breathe at the nurse's station. You flip open a chart to ensure everything is set for a patient's release and then shut it.
"At least Bradley over there didn't throw up on your brand new sneakers." Belle said to you with a sigh.
"College boys, what can you do?" You say with a laugh.
"So cute and yet so so stupid." She looked down at her pager and then groaned. "Great. I gotta run."
You grabbed your stack of release papers off the printer, stapled them and then headed over to one of your patients for them to sign. Considering it had been an early game, the chaos was settling down in the ER and the shift was getting easier which was a good sign you'd actually be leaving on time.
"Alright then Mr. Olson, you're all set." You gave your best smile and then turned on your heel after receiving the necessary paperwork.
"Hey, can you grab bed three? Brad needs his IV changed." Belle said as she quickly passed you by.
"Brad? We're calling him Brad now?" You huffed throwing your arms up. "Belle, I'm supposed to be leaving now."
"Sorry, love you!" She didn't even turn to look at you as she hustled off towards bed six where Brad was still recovering from his alcohol poisoning.
You roll your eyes and pick up the chart for bed three, reading over it as you walk towards the patient. Injury to hand. Probably from a bar fight. You pull the curtain back with a smile, slighlty surprised that the man sitting on the edge of the bed was not a college student but a grown man. Half a relief.
"Mr. Miller?" You say, pulling up your chair to sit in front of him saying your spiel, "How are you doing? I'm a RN at Austin General and I'm just gonna see what's going on and hopefully we'll get you out of here in about an hour, yeah?"
"Joel, please." He says. You can't help but take note of how handsome he is compared to the other drunk men that have come into ER today. Either he sobered up due to the gaping cut in his hand or he had time to sober up on his drive over here. "You're not from round here are you?"
"Seattle. That obvious, huh?" You say with a laugh. "I'm just gonna take a look." You take his hand, pausing for a moment when he sucks a breath of air through his teeth.
You unravel the sketchy and poorly wrapped t-shirt around Joel's hand, hiding any reaction you have to gash in the palm of his hand that is still bleeding.
"Get into a fight?" You ask, trying to make light conversation after seeing his pained reaction to the injury.
"Yeah, you should see the other guy." He laughs lightly.
"What really happened?" You ask, grabbing the antiseptic to clean the wound. This man was far from drunk.
You could see by the dirt on his hands that this was not a bar fight and indeed probably just a work related accident. What, you couldn't guess, but the man in front of you didn't give off the energy he was coming down from being wasted.
"Tried catching a pane of glass that was falling over. Sliced right through my hand." He said, watching your hands as they worked. "Not gonna need stitches or nothin, will it?"
"I wish I could give you the answer you want." You tell him with empathy coming to the conclusion that it was deep enough to not heal on its own and would need stitches.
"Shit," He sighs.
"It'll take about ten minutes tops. Not too bad." You finish preparing the wound and grab a fresh pair of gloves and your suture kit.
"You gonna do em?" He asked.
"Yes sir." You look up at him again from your chair and his eyes meet yours. They're soft and brown, and you almost imagine what they'd look like in the sun. Probably like honey, you think.
"You ever had em before?" He asks and you gesture to the small scar on your temple.
"My cousin pushed me out of our tree house when I was five. Cracked my head open pretty bad. Seven stitches." You say. "If five year old me can handle it, thirty-four year old you can handle it."
"How old are you now?" He asks.
"Twenty-four." You reply, pushing his fingers open so that his hand is laying flat on the table in front of you.
"Pretty young to be a nurse, I'd say. Pretty though." He says and almost immediately after he face palms with his free hand. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."
You almost smile and then remember the amount of times you had been hit on today was astronomical between all of the college kids coming in and out of the ER. How hard could it possibly be for any men to keep their testosterone levels steady and not flirt with women simply trying to do their jobs. You do feel a little bit of empathy for him as needles do seem to make him nervous but you've had a hard, never ending day so nothing amuses you.
You look up at him with a blank stare, "Try to move as little as possible."
"Tell me somethin true." He says as you begin your first suture. He keeps his eyes on you but you're focused on stitching his hand back together.
"Such as?"
"About you." He releases a shaky breath and you notice his finger tips start shaking slightly. The caring person you are feels sorry for him. He does seem like a nice guy who is just dealing with the fact that he has a four inch slice in his hand.
"I think I'm quite an open book." You say, your eyebrows furrowing as you work carefully on his hand.
"I'd say the opposite." His voice is low and it's hard to tell if he's struggling to hold his composure or if he's still trying to flirt.
"I entered this field because when I was twelve I was in a pretty brutal car accident. I was in the hospital for weeks but the nurses that cared for me quickly became my reason for living. I was miserable, it was quite literally the worst time of my life, but I was excited to wake up everyday because I knew they'd be there to greet me. They were just doing their jobs, but it was so much more for me. I wanted to do that for other people." You talk quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. As you go on, you notice his fingers stop shaking and the muscles in his arm that were tense relax.
"I think you're doin a stand up job." You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. "You're makin this this thing a whole lot easier."
That was definitely flirting. Though, looking at him now, you don't seem to mind it much anymore.
"You flirt with women every time you go into their workplace?" You ask. You're half joking. What's the worst that can happen, you'll flirt, he'll be discharged and then you'll never see him again.
"Only the pretty ones." You look into his eyes, yours narrowed as you judge his words. He's not smiling anymore.
"You think I'm pretty." It comes out more as a statement than a question. You almost flip your hair but then remember you're supposed to be suturing his hand.
"I think you're the most stunning woman to ever walk the streets of Austin." He's 100% serious and you can tell he means what he's saying.
You're cheeks are red at this point and there's no hiding it. "You're not half bad compared to the boys that have been in and out of this ER today."
"That's cus I'm a man." He straightens his posture and you can't help but laugh at the bad line. "That was a bad one, m' sorry."
"Good to know." You glance at him and cut the suture. You wrap a bandage around his hand and then scribble stuff down on his papers. "Seven stitches."
"What time are you out of here?" He asks as he examines your work on his hand.
"As soon as you're gone." You say standing up. "I'm gonna grab your discharge papers and I'll be right back."
"Let me take you to dinner." He states more than asks.
"I don't go out with patients." You say before walking away to the nurses station located in the center of the floor.
As you print his papers and sign and date them you can feel his eyes on you but you avoid looking up. He was probably the only sober man you spoke with today and while yes he was extremely handsome, he was at least ten years older than you. You never really cared about that before so the only thing stopping you was your suddenly made up rule about not dating patients. You had never once been officially been asked out by a patient only tragically flirted with by every college kid that walked into building. The rule was bullshit and you knew it. What could one date hurt? He was charming and you didn't want to admit it.
"Okay, Mr. Miller you're all set. Just sign these for me and you're good to go." You slide him the discharge papers and wait patiently for him to sign them. He hands them back to you, a smug smile on his face.
"Thanks for everything." He says and you nod.
"Stay safe." You tell him and then turn on your heel back to the nurses station where you quickly file his paperwork and clock out. You grab your things and wave bye to your co workers as you head for the door.
"Hey," You look up from your pager and find Joel Miller waiting for you.
"Mr. Miller." You greet him, shoving your pager into your pocket. "Stalking me?"
"Joel. It's dark outside, figured I could walk you to your car." He says matching your pace which is always at a default fast pace, though it must be easier considering his legs are longer than yours.
"Sure you're not gonna kidnap me once we get there?" You ask with a huff.
"With my crippled hand against you? No chance, you'd take me out easily." He smiles.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" You look both ways before crossing the street into the parking lot, he still keeps up with you standing at your side.
"As a matter of fact I would." He says and you finally look at him as you reach your car. You cross your arms over your chest and stare at him for a moment before speaking.
"Fine." You pull your phone from your pocket and hand it to him to put his number in.
"Really?" He tries to hide his excitement but he fails as the smile spreads from cheek to cheek as he punches the numbers in on your phone.
"I'll call you tomorrow." You say when he hands your phone back.
"I'll be waitin." He pulls your door open and you get in as he smiles at you until he closes the door. "Stay safe."
You never would've have given him your phone if it were anyone else but there was something about Joel Miller that you knew you could trust. You knew he'd never try to physically harm you and you knew that he wasn't being weird with his action. The nerves of getting stitches brought out a flirty side of him that was amusing to watch.
He could pretend that the only reason he asked you out was because you were "the most stunning woman to ever walk the streets of Austin" but it realistically was the fact that you were caring (whether it was just your job or not), you were kind (even when he was relentlessly flirting with you) and it was easy to tell you didn't put up with anyone's bullshit.
The truth is, Joel Miller never would've flirted with you if you were anyone else. He hadn't even thought of another woman since Sarah entered the world. He had never gotten stitches before so the nerves were eating at him but you opened up to him and alleviated his nerves. You had a bright aura, one that resembled the sun on a winter day, the moment when it emerges from the clouds and everything is suddenly warmer. You made him feel eased despite the throbbing pain of the cut in his hand or the process of getting stitched up.
That night was simple to the start of your relationship. Despite the clouds that surrounded you that night, Joel brought out the sun.
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flames of desire chapter 7: setting it off
Alastor x (f! bunny reader) -NSFW-TW: mentions of rape
your POV:
"cmon relax I can make you enjoy my company in more ways then one~" with the snap of his finger the girls that were once at his side were gone, and it was me, him, and the background noise of the club "so what is a cutie like you doing here alone" "I-I was with angel..." "angel is here? well ill deal with that later, for now~" snaking one of hands on my thighs he inches closer under my dress, using his other hand to take a puff of his pipe, he blows the pink smoke in my face, drool dripping on the corners of his mouth "how about we have some fun yes~?" "wait-" my words are trailed off as I start to feel dizzy, I feel light like I could be blown away by the slightest breath, my body begins to feel hot, really hot "w-what did you do to me...." "oh nothing you wont enjoy" being laid down on the seat my head spins and his hands lift my dress "no- stop!" "don't fight it I know you want to~" no I'm not going to let this happed, come on y/n snap out of it!!, grabbing his hands I push him off "No I wont" frustrated he yanks me forward pinning me, my chest pressed against the seat "damn you stubborn bitch!" "NO get off of me!!!" after a while of struggling somebody pulls me up, everything went silent, no people just music. opening my eyes there's a hand around my waist, looking up its Alastor?! what the hell is he doing here!!
Alastors POV:
when my shadow informed me that valentino was at the club and with her I rushed there, were the fuck was angel, why isn't he with her!!! barging in the club everybody moves out of my way as I storm past the crowd seeing valentino on her. I rush to grab her up pulling her dress back down "valentino, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut this short" "alastor, what are you doing here!" valentino said through gritted teeth, I tried my best not rip all four of his arms off right then and now, maybe later...."I'm afraid your messing with something that's mine" "uh huh ho does this little conejita have a contract with you" "no but that doesn't give you permission to touch her without permission!" "if she doesn't belong to you, then she free game~" "you wont dare if you value your life!" by now my patients is running thin "I'm taking her and if you ever lay a finger on her you will never see that finger again!!" picking her up I walk of with her in my arms, the poor thing was shaking and she smells of alcohol, surly drunk "this isn't over Alastor I will get her eventually!!!!" ignoring Valentinos yelling I head out of the club, outside was a very panicked angel.
your POV:
I have a terrible headache, I'm cold and I cant think straight what the fuck is happening, being carried I look up at Alastor he looked pissed, angry, the static radiating off of him was loud but he was gentle, like he was holding a piece of glass. angel ran over "Y/N!! there you are, iv been looking every wear for ya!! what happened" as angel reached out to touch me Alastor pulled back "angel you said valentino wasn't supposed to be there" "he wasn't h-he was supposed to be filming with the others back at-" "well he wasn't, and because of your carelessness valentino got his hands on y/n" angel turning his attention to me "he didn't hurt ya did he, y/n are you alright!?" "no angel I'm-" "he almost did, I'm taking her back, this will never happen again"
back at the hotel we walked through he doors, Charlie and vaggie waiting for us "Y/N!!! oh my Satan are you ok, we saw Al running out of the doors in a hurry" how did he know I was in trouble..."I'm alright Charlie I promise" "what happened!" "unfortunately valentino was at the club and angel lacking in supervision lost her, letting valentino take his chance" "Voy a matarlo! (im gonna fucking kill him)" "I got there just in time" "thankfully she's ok, you guys are ok..." "I'm gonna...I'm gonna go change"
walking out of the lobby Alastor follows close behind me "what are you doing.." "making sure you get back to your room" "why" "do I need a reason?" "no but can you explain how the hell you knew I was in trouble!" he pauses for a moment stopping in the hallways by my door "I was watching you.." "why are you stalking me" "because angel is carless and I was just being cautious!" "ok but you didn't have to be so mean to angel he was just-" "just what!?, explain to me my dear what do you think would have happened if I wasn't watching you, angel couldn't saved you because he was to busy fooling around" "why do you care!" "what do you mean why do I care" "the radio demon a mercy less overlord who was known for his broadcasted carnage over hell, heartless, and terrifying so why... why are you so concerned for me, I mean nothing to you, you follow me around give me weird looks, vaggie told me about you, told me to stay away..." "I don't know, I don't understand why..." looking up his smile is almost none existent, his eyes are dark as he look at me, the radio static in his voice was gone, just his plane old voice "I though my interest was just playful amusement, to toy around a bit, but the more I know about you, your smile your laugh that dress, it irks me, this feeling... I-I don't know what you did!" "Alastor-" "I would kill a demon for even looking at you funny!, I never cared about some lowly sinner...but I care about you, you have me rapped around your little finger and you don't even know it" all this time I though he wanted to kill me, even eat me or something but I never realized "Alastor.." I huff out a small laugh "what's so funny..." "I didn't put a spell on you, or curse you, or anything" grabbing his hand "this is all you and its completely normal" bringing my hand up to cup his cheek he leans in to the touch "don't look at me like that, you did something and I know it.." he mutters as I lean in closer, hunching over he leans in breaking the distance into a soft kiss pulling me closer. once I pulled away, looking at him I smile "I don't think I will ever understand this feeling but...I will try my best to show you how I feel" bringing my hand to his lips he places a soft kiss "goodnight my dear and get some much needed rest~" "goodnight Alastor"
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depravity.
authors note: this is inspired by a fanfic i saw, ive never written or posted anything LET ALONE SMUT. so im sorry if its badd🙏
gender neutral reader! no use of y/n (if i accidentally use she plz dm me ill edit it!!)
summary: mikes infatuation with abbys teacher.
973 Words
nsfw under the cut
contains: obsession, public sex.
mikes leg bounced up and down with every stroke of the clock on the wall opposite him. jesus, those 10 minutes felt like hours. was it a mistake coming here? they probably already see him as a total hobo, so now he looks like a stalker too. fuck, i should leave. he bit his cheek as thoughts spiraled into delusions. the bell finally rang, and there was only one thing he could do. act. normal.
a wave of kids flood out of the door, it looked like a different class. he didnt spot abby and her friends in the crowd. if abby were there, she would not leave his side. which meant no disturbances, just him and you. alone. he stopped himself before his thoughts became more.. vulgar and knocked on the door. he saw you, leaning over your desk writing something down. seeing you in thought was… jesus. and when you looked up and smiled he thought he was gonna fall to the floor.
“mike..! what are you doing here? abbys had art class in a different room if youre here for her-“ you begin before mike cuts you off.
“n-no i was just..” fuck. in all that time he spent overthinking and waiting, he couldnt think of a damn excuse? “i was just.. dropping off abbys.. pencil.”
real smooth.
“a pencil?” you said, with a sly smile. “and where is this.. pencil?” you say, mikes face dropping.
“its right here-“ he says, reaching a hand in his hoodie pocket. and pretends to be surpised when there is in fact, no pencil in his pocket.
“must've.. left it at home.” he says casually, while on the inside he is screaming.
"oh yeah? you conveniently left it at home. why are you really here?" you say, looking at him with crossed arms as his eyes dart from your chest to your face. god, the things he would do..
he swallowed his libido and cleared his throat
"i uhm.. wanted to see you. i guess." he said, looking around the classroom instead of meeting their gaze.
"is there a.. reason.. you wanted to see me in the middle of the day that isnt to do with abby?" they said in a suggestive way. its true, hes thought about fucking you at school. with the blinds closed and the door locked. the thought of doing such a disgusting thing at a school just.. did something to him. the thrill of it turned him on so much.
"i.." mike was frozen. he did not know what to say at all. he was completely caught. how was he meant to say he wanted to make them bend over on their own desk. but of course, you knew this.
to an extent, of course. abby had always dropped hints. like about how she'll wake up to strange noises from his room and you name being said. and the face she makes when you two talk during pick up. on top of that, he wasn't very slick. you could see a tightness in his pants whenever you were near. you learned what things you could do to make him hornier without him knowing it was intentional. like if you stretched, or looked up at him his face would get flustered and he'd try to hide it. you played dumb, of course. acting like you had no idea. and god, you never thought he could be so dense.
"don't think i haven't heard what you do in your spare time? fucking your fist shamelessly, pretending its me." you say, grabbing and tugging the end of his tie playfully. mikes face became so red, and his demeanour changed completely. not gonna lie, it was hot seeing him so sensitive. maybe even more so than when he was oblivious to your shameless flirting.
"h-how did you-" mike was cut off by your finger on his lips . "uh uh... make sure the door is locked. then we can talk." the tent in mikes pants was painful at this point, he desperately walked towards the door..
click.
once it was locked, he basically ran back, and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into a needy kiss. in the time you processed his actions, he had already lifted you onto your desk, and began unbuttoning your shirt. he left a trail of hickeys on your neck as you begin to take his shirt off, and fiddling with his belt. a groan leaves your lips as he grabs your thighs, his nails digging crescent moons into you. you lean back and your eyes graze past the clock on your wall.
11:30.
lunch ends at 11:40.
"mike.. we gotta be quick.." they whimper into his ear as he begins pulling your pants off. he doesn't mind. his desperation and obsession with your body, your face, fuck even the concept of your existence was enough to give him peace. "i dont.. mind, fuck..ive wanted to do this since i first saw you." he said, as he pulls his boxers and slowly eases his cock into your hole. he whimpers and leans his head against yours as he slides into you fully. "f-fuck.!.." you moan, panting and grabbing his hair for support. as he gets used to the pressure inside you, he slowly moves his hips in and out, your legs shake in pure ecstasy, heavily breaths synchronising into one throat, connected by a kiss. a needy, kiss. his hard length squeezed against your plush insides. "o-oh.. mike im gonna.. fuck.." they spoke against his lips, as his climax came too, cum leaking onto the desk.
11:36.
you had 4 minutes to clean this up. as you lay flat on your desk, catching your heaving breath. you get up and pull your clothes up and turn to mike, as he buttons his shirt.
"do you have any wipes..?"
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atsushi akutagawa lucy and junichiro road trip thing that i sometimes think about
okay
atsushi and junichiro are talking about how much theyd wanna go on a vacation, ya know things have been happening and its getting tired
anyway they're talking as they head to the cafe where lucy is and lucy's like "ive always wanted to go on a road trip" and atsushi and junichiro are like thats genius
anyway so they rent a car and pack their bags and atsushi wants to invite someone else but he doesn't wanna make things awkward for junichiro and lucy, who dont know that person that well
but obviously his besties would know him well so they plan for a fourth person anyway and end up contacting somehow gin to ask where her brother would like to visit (to add on to their map) and if she could invite him for them and gin's like my brothers not gonna do that so ill just send u a bag with his stuff and ask chuuya to request some time off on his behalf
and on the day theyre leaving, junichiro and lucy tell atsushi that akutagawa is gonna join them too and atsushi is ecstatic
"you really asked him??"
"well... no"
akutagawa, wandering around, wondering why his stuff is missing, gin is laughing at him, and chuuya requested time off for him and a car pulls up next to him and junichiro lucy and atsushi are like "get in loser we're going on a road trip"
and when he's like "what? no." they just kidnap him anyway
the first person who drives is junichiro - someone honks at him and yells at him in road rage and he bursts into tears
the second person who drives is akutagawa, it's only atsushi's holding on to him that stops him from murdering the person who cut in front of him
the third person is atsushi
atsushi doesn't cry or get angry becuz he's been taught by kunikida and dazai
atsushi however is taught by kunikida and dazai and he is a combination of their driving skills so in short terms: he's horrible
he drives so fast akutagawa uses rashomon to keep himself, junichiro and lucy in the car
when he parks junichiro has to bolt out to throw up
lucy isn't even moving thats how horrific his driving is
anyway
lucy on the other hand is a really good driver but she's not used to driving on the left side
anyway
horrific driving from all four aside
whoever's upfront chooses the music and they all change their seats frequentally
akutagawa listens to classical music becuz idk goth vampire
junichiro listens to top 40s becuz its an easy choice
lucy listens to american music becuz she's american idk
atsushi listens to a horrific combination of all that and also whatever anyone in the agency has sent him
they switch seats pretty often so everyone gets a chance to sit with everyone
junichiro and atsushi on the front is filled with them happily exchanging stories meanwhile akutagawa and lucy in the back talk shit about atsushi being oblivious
akutagawa and lucy in the front is them yelling and cursing the other drivers junichiro and atsushi in the back is quietly looking out the window, relaxing
junichiro and akutagawa in the front is talking about what songs they wanna listen to and other such conversation and lucy and atsushi in the back is happily talking about how theyd never have gotten to this before -> trauma dumping
junichiro and akutagawa in the back is awkward silence and lucy and atsushi in the front is screaming songs at the top of their lungs
akutagawa and atsushi together front or back make lucy and junichiro feel like the third wheels
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anytime akutagawa gets sulky they scream songs on the top of their lungs into his ear to annoy him
anyway its all of them having fun being silly and teasing each other
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Do You Remember? |Chishiya|
Part 2
I wanted to cry holding my side that was currently bleeding. I tore part of my shirt and wrapped it around trying to stop the bleeding. I looked around for Chishiya wanting to be with him as the world fell apart. I spotted him propped against a car. He was looking up at the sky unbothered by anything around him.
"Chishiya?" I called out which made him lazily look over.
"( Y/n)?" I heard him say his eyes widened.
"I'm so glad your okay" I teared up slowly making my way to sit next to him. I winced trying to sit down. He slowly guided me down to help me sit to prevent more pain as I held my side. "I thought you died"
"You should know I don't give up that easily." He smiled lazily before stopping looking at my side.
"Nasty isn't it" I chuckled in pain.
"Your gonna bleed out," He said panicking wincing himself as he moved.
"Hey hey" I stopped him from trying to push on my wound to stop the bleeding.
"Stop," He said as he fought back my hand.
"You're hurting yourself," I said finally getting his hands fully off of me holding them tightly. "You're injured too"
"I don't care your more important to me" He placed his forehead on mine. "I can't lose you and let you die"
"I'm always going to be by your side " I rubbed his hand.
"I wish we met before all this so we'd have more time together"
I felt tears streaming down my cheeks making Chishiya pull our faces away.
"Don't cry sweetheart" He said cupping my cheek with one hand and keeping one on my hand but I could see him holding back tears himself.
"I can't help it"
"We'll get out of this" He wiped my tears from my face. "And see each other again"
"Thank you" I whispered.
He smiled lightly and put his lips on mine. I kissed him back and I could tell this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Our emotions were displayed all at once. It captured love, passion, and a hint of sadness knowing this could be the last. I laid my head on his shoulder and intertwined my fingers with his. The sky blue contrasted to the depressing ground. Chishiya ran his hand through my hair as we sat in silence. The silence was cut short as fireworks spewed out of the dark sky.
"All surviving players will be presented with two choices Players must now all decide whether to accept permanent residency in this country or decline it."
I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"I decline"
"I decline"
"You better not forget me" I joked.
"How could I ever forget you?"
"I love you" I kissed his cheek.
"I love you too."Not too long after I said that my sight was blurry until the world turned dark.
I woke up confused with a major headache. I looked around and saw curtains and white walls. I heard a beeping sound and looked next to me. I was hooked up to a monitor that showed a steady flow. I was indeed in the hospital. The last thing I remembered was walking to the mall holding a Starbucks cup I couldn't even think of how I ended up here, I wasn't near the road so I couldn't have been ran over. I pressed the red button next to me to alert the nurse I was up. A few minutes later a nurse came in and asked how I was feeling and explained what happened. She told me I could walk freely as long as I took my IV with me. If I felt dizzy or tired sit down immediately.
"Thank you" I smiled.
"Just make sure your back in your bed by 8 okay?" She said.
"I will"
"Oh! Your friends dropped off clothes for you"
"Really?" I asked happy I wouldn't be in a hospital gown.
"Would you like to change into them?"
"Yes please" I nodded.
"Your friends mentioned your parents aren't in town so they dropped them off"
"I'll have to thank them later"
"Do you think you'll need help?" She asked.
"I should be fine"
"I'll be behind the curtain so if you need help let me know"
Thank you" I smiled taking the IV out as she closed the curtain behind her.
I looked at the clothes and started changing but stopped looking at my patched-up side. I sighed and continued changing wincing a few times. I opened the curtain and let the nurse in. She walked over to grab another IV for me to take around. She rolled up one of the sleeves.
"1 2 3," She said and injected the IV in my arm.
"Remember what I said before. I'll see you at 8"
"I hope the food is decent it seems like I'll be here for a while" I sighed as the nurse left.
I got up and started walking observing how many people were around me. I slowly opened the door wincing slightly. I walked down the hallway and saw vending machines. I didn't have any money because my purse was apparently burned to death. I frowned but walked to the front desk shamefully asking for a dollar. I explained why and they gave me one as I kept thanking them till they smiled. I walked to the machines and got my favorite drink. I opened the can and made my way to their garden. As I did so I walked past a blonde who also had an IV. I felt like I'd seen him before, I looked back and saw that he was gone.
"It doesn't feel as stuffy anymore" I sighed in relief sitting on a bench that was in the garden. "I feel like I've met him but It's not possible maybe he was one of my friends' ex's?."
I took another sip from my drink and watched little kids run around freely making me smile softly. "Nothing makes sense anymore." There were so many people I walked by that seemed familiar but the blonde stood out the most. I put my head in my hands annoyed.
"Can I sit here?" I heard a voice say a familiar one.
I looked up and saw the blonde who was also carrying a IV around.
"Uh sure," I said maybe this could help jog my memory.
He just sat looking ahead as I gazed at him from the side trying to put pieces together. I looked at him up and down before noticing the outline of gauze wrapped around his side. He looked over and saw me staring which made me quickly look away. He gave a sly smirk I've definitely seen before.
"So what are you in here for?" He asked.
"The meteor accident and you?"
"Same thing, did your heart happen to stop beating?"
"Yeah I assume yours too"
"Yeah someone else next to me had the same problem"
"You really unbothered by this situation" I chuckled. "Especially since you could've died."
"You should know I don't give up that easily." He said which made my head pound.
I closed my eyes holding my head seeing debris and an abandoned-looking road. I opened my eyes my headache started to go away he looked confused but held out my drink for me.
"Are you okay?" He asked as I took the drunk from his hand which gave me butterflies.
"Yeah sorry the nurse did say I would get headaches" I reassured him but I was confused about what I saw.
"Just making sure"
"Thanks" I smiled. "This is going to sound really weird but have we met before?"
"I don't remember," He said looking ahead unbothered.
"You just seemed familiar that's all" I cringed on the inside.
"Well I'm going to go get something to eat," He said standing up and stretching. "Maybe I'll see you around"
"Bye," I waved smiling. I watched him walk away into the building.
I decided to go back to my room and lay down my head still hurting from whatever just happened. I got up and grabbed the can of soda to throw out. I walked to my room the hallways almost empty because of the time of day. Once I made it to my room I laid down looking at the ceiling. Maybe if I close my eyes and focus I could figure it out. Now thinking about it I forgot to ask him for his name. I put my blankets over myself and got comfortable. My eyes got heavy and I fell asleep into a dream land.
I walked along the cracked road kicking rocks every once in and while. I heard a chuckle next to me. I looked over and saw the blonde next to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked closer to a game. Once we made it he let go and grabbed a collar handing me one. I nervously put it on scared of what the game would be.
"No matter what stay by my side" He whispered looking at the other players.
"What if it's a Heart game?"
"Then I guess you'll win" He shrugged unbothered. "I don't think it is though"
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"The atmosphere, the cells" He pointed out. "I highly doubt it is"
"I'll take your word for it"
—
"Well what are we gonna do"
"I have a plan," He said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry sweetheart"
"Chishiya everything is set to go"
I jumped awake my head pounding out of control making me feel sick. I aggressively hit the red button for the nurse to come in. I waited and waited and waited. I pressed the button again and finally, a nurse came in.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Can I have Ibuprofen or something like that? My head is pounding"
"Of course! Let me go get you some"
I was dazed and confused knowing that it felt too real to be a dream. The places I was at and the interactions felt weird. All the people I saw with bathing suits on including me and him. The nurse popped back in and handed me water and pills. I took the medicine and set the cup next to me.
"Would you like something to eat? You haven't eaten dinner you fell asleep early"
"I'm not really hungry Thanks for the offer" I smiled
"Alright well get a good night's sleep," She said and walked away.
I tossed and turned all night till the sun woke up. Every time I closed my eyes new faces popped up more memories of me and Chishiya. I enjoyed some of them but others freaked me out. The sun hit my face and I was awoken by the nurse who changed out my IV.
"Your taking a little bit to heal fully but this should be the last day," She said and we both went on our separate ways.
I didn't feel as weak which was a good thing. It was a lot easier to walk around and I barely felt any pain. I walked to the cafeteria starving from not eating. On my way there I saw the people in my short clips of when I closed my eyes for a few minutes and closed them. Once I got my food I sat in a random booth. How would I tell Chishiya what actually happened? How did I suddenly know his name? How do you even explain you played in games so you didn't die? How we literally dated? What would he say? I placed my head on the table defeated.
"You don't have many friends do you?" I looked up nervously.
"I have no- no you have no idea what you're talking about," I said stumbling over my words.
"So why were you sitting alone?" He teased.
"Because I wanted to," I said avoiding eye contact.
"You're acting weird. I'm a doctor but even if I wasn't anyone could tell.
I closed my eyes and put my head on the table again to avoid him from seeing my face.
"Shuntaro Chishiya" I whispered.
"What?"
"Your name is Shuntaro Chishiya," I said looking up trying to keep a straight face.
"How did you-"
"So I am the only one who remembered" I chuckled lightly thinking back to when he said he wouldn't forget me. "You lied to me
"What do you mean by that?" He asked confused.
"It's nothing," I said faking a smile. "So do you even have any recollection of what happened?"
"What happened in borderland?"
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PALISADE 20: In Their Fear Pt. 1
(00:22:21–00:29:57)
“Well, the good news is that it’s still 3 Grip, which means that—”
“Yeah.”
“—we will have a chance to take care of this.”
“Jack? Take it away.”
Something bad is in the air. Bilat crafts teeter in the sky like anxious flies. The distant sound of heavy ships taking off in great black columns of launch smoke. Everything seems too bright. The day is too warm. The headache sits on your forehead and on your temples.
In Carhaix, someone drops a tray of wine glasses. Pleasure yachts and private transit gather at the closed Portcullis Gate, and as it opens vanish into distant Principality space, passing ship after ship of settlers as they pour into the Palisade System.
In the early afternoon, the sun dims, and a red band of light appears around the middle of it, like a bauble wrapped in a ribbon, or a horrible mirror of the Diadem. It’s dim enough to look at directly, but it still hurts your eyes. There is a whine in the air. Every couple of hours there is a rumble of radiation static, and a corona jets from the surface of the sun.
The animals respond in fear. Birds rise, suddenly alarmed, from the trees, or cower silently in crowded branches. Rabbits and foxes freeze, dumb, in the middle of walkways. Ants rise en masse from cracks in the walls. Rivers seem to run slow, with an algaed stink.
Some of the spies know nothing and continue as usual, keeping their mouths shut, answering questions curtly, bargaining limitedly for clemency. When others see the quality of light in the room change, and the demeanour of the people around them alter—why do the calls to Gucci Garantine keep getting dropped? What was that scream of Nidean engines overhead?—they change their tune quickly. They start making specific bargains. Get me off-world. Get me through the Portcullis Gate and I will tell you anything you want. Or they close their mouths, defiant, eyes up. Millennium Break. You do not know the sharpness of the dagger on which you walk.
Of course this is unproportional, they think. What a waste. We’re in a good place. We know the identity of Hexagon. So they made some gains in the Bontive Valley. So they fucked us up on the Isle of the Broken Key. Small beer. We are the most powerful empire in the galaxy. The blood is in the grip. But the Stargrave, these pissant revolutionaries, are gonna get this whole thing blown up.
Or: they let something slip in their fear. The Stargrave has gone mad. She was on the edge and you fucked it. They say the BIS boss went to stay with her, try and calm her down. They say she makes her staff practice dying. They say she got wind that you were trying to come for her and fled, it only made this malady worse, this is the end of the world.
When the message comes to you—secondhand, of course, the Cause council has seen this first—it shows in grainy low-resolution the pinched face of an aide-de-camp as she turns the camera on. Then she tilts it nauseatingly, the view dips, and we see the only remaining right angle of a small ruined building. It seems to be surrounded by trees. The roof came away long ago; just two brick walls stand, forming the corner in which the Stargrave stands.
She is a blonde woman in her late fifties, maybe her mid sixties. She wears full military regalia. On her right arm, from her hand up to her shoulder, is clamped an unwieldy metal device, somewhere between a leg brace and a trigger mechanism. A leather strap, almost like the bit of a horse’s bridle, with eight buttons on it, crosses the palm of her right hand which faces towards the camera. Beneath the device you can almost see that her right sleeve has been rolled up to the shoulder, or cut neatly, and two IV needles run from its metal armature: one into her upper arm, and one just above her wrist. Her face is very pale; her lips white, pressed tightly together; dull light from the armed sun. She opens her mouth: silent for a second, lips parted. Then the man standing to her right—another aide-de-camp, carrying an assault rifle—speaks.
“Terrorists of Millennium Break. As a result of recent assaults on sovereign holdings in the Bontive Valley and the central transit network of this planet, as well as targeted assaults on her office, the Stargrave has been left with no choice but to arm the stellar combustors entrusted to her in holy power for the preservation of the Divine Principality.”
He takes a shaky breath.
“She has instructed me, in her wisdom, to communicate to you that any attempt to approach the Brecheliant Forest or the stellar combustor units, covertly or otherwise, as well as any attempt on Stargrave Elcessor’s life or liberty, will be met with—will be met with an immediate detonation. Resulting in the destruction of the planet Palisade, the sector designated the Twilight Mirage, and the twenty-three systems within the nearest achievable firebreak.”
“I have also been instructed to inform you that any attempt to seek a loophole, magical or mundane, or otherwise circumvent the terms of this message, will also result in an immediate detonation. The stellar combustors will remain armed until August Righteousness of Jade Kill; Véronique and the Divine Fealty of Rose River; Captain Skelton Knaggs of Carmine Bight; Saint Decario Dicario of Violet Cove; Jesset City of Gray Pond; and Gucci Garantine of Blue Channel turn themselves in to the Bilateral Intercession at the nearest checkpoint. This message will be rebroadcast throughout the Palisade System on the hour and at the half-hour.”
There is a long moment of silence. Then the Stargrave nods imperceptibly; then the aide behind the camera turns it off.
#friends at the table#palisade#palisade spoilers#audio#let me know if the transcript above the cut is too spoilery!
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PJO show review (because you care)
hmm I think the time has arrived for me to put my thoughts into words on this bad boy. Ive had some thoughts swirling around since the show finished but i felt like i needed to sit on them before putting them out into the big wide world.
I think the show was mid.
before we get up in arms- mid does not mean bad!! theres countless shows which are worse, and some that are better. honestly, mid means more interesting. lets do a good old fashion pros and cons list:
PROS
LOVED the casting. I think the casting was spot on- uncle rick did not disappoint in that category. age, appearance, demeanour, everything was working for me. I honestly agree with every single casting choice. (even lin-manual miranda ik ik)
Contrary to popular belief, I think the pacing was good. I'm not mad they cut scenes from the book. I think it'll encourage more people to read it. game of thrones did a similar thing (cut a bunch of scenes) and I think it helps preserve the independence of the two PJO mediums. Ya some scenes would've been cool but I'm not totally pissed about any cuts.
Set was good. set design felt authentic without trying too hard. No one really mentions the set when they review the show but like the set was really good??
CONS
The biggest con for me is that it felt like they undercut Annabeth ALOT. shes supposed to be the wise girl, but for some reason sally was the one telling percy about the mythology? and hes telling it to annabeth? huh? and grover also seems way more knowledgeable than her. I was really disappointed by this theme- especially because it seemed to come up often. the only scene where she really showed her smarts was in the hephestus amusement park gate-trap thingy. it made her character seem under-powered compared to percy. Also she didnt use her dagger enough imo.
the show vs tell issue. this has been brought up alot so I wont go into it too much but ugh. I understand the show is aimed at kids but kids deserve good media too. kids aren't dumb. they can afford to let the episodes go a little longer to allow some of those plot points to build! give the watchers a sense of mystery then the satisfying feel of discovery! I noticed this especially in the lotus casino episode. I wish they didnt tell us about the lotus flowers right off the bat. the scene could have been so much better with that little change.
The delay on season 2! this isn't even just me being an impatient fan I have a genuine worry they actors are gonna age up too much. they all already look older and I just hope they wont have to age up the characters. esp for season 3- which they should get renewed ASAP since it should take place in the winter after season 2. not so much the teams fault but I hope they wont get too rushed by the timeline. esp since i know it's important to rick to have age-accurate casting.
overall I thought the show was mid to well-done and if season 1 is the worst season we might have a great lil' show on our hands. also disney pls renew season 3!!!! i pinky promise i'll watch it.
#pjo#pjo tv show#pjo series#percy jackson#annabeth chase#grover underwood#disney#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson tv show#pjo tv series#pjo fandom#pjo spoilers#percy jackson spoilers#lin manuel miranda
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Change your ways
Part 2
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends for a long time, so long you eventually caught feelings for him after having a one night stand with him. Everything changes when Eddie gets a girlfriend but you still try your luck
Content: 18+ minor dni, oral sex f and m, swearing, smoking, slut calling, cheating
a/n: this has a lot of dialogue because i have time to think a lot at work and i just create dialogues in my head all day to write later. also just because i wrote this it doesnt mean i agree with cheating, just thought it was a fun idea to write about
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“no because it truly was the worst sex of my life” pretty pissed off about how your date went, you stormed off to Eddie’s trailer to tell him all about it
“was it really that bad?” he jokes placing the blunt between his lips and inhaling the substance
“guy came in like 2 seconds” you roll your eyes and take the blunt in yours
“did he make you come after?” he asks in all seriousness
“yeah sure he did! after rubbing my left side for 10 minutes… what do you think? god he has big hands like you, i thought he be good at fingering at least”
Eddie looks at you with a smile on his face, letting out a laugh hearing you talk like this before quickly looking down “i do have great fingers” he says admiring his hands…. you look at Eddie’s hands and smile
“yeahhhh…. about that…” you say crawiling your way to him on the bed
“no”
“but you didnt even let me finish”
“its a no” you sit back on your legs and stare at him with big puppy eyes
“oh cmon youre really gonna say we werent the best sex we ever had in our lives?” Eddie remains quiet and smiles inhaling the blunt laying down on his bed with his arm resting behind his head, making his shirt slightly rise, you look at the tiny bit of skin showing and bite your lip “ill take your silence as an answer…. but seriously dont you wanna—“ you continue before he cuts you off
“listen, what we did was a one time thing and besides i have a girlfriend ”
“so?” you ask, you didnt wanna show how jealous it made you feel so you showed some kind of coldness when he touched the subject
“so? i have a girlfriend, im not supposed to cheat”
“SUPPOSED!! oh cmon munson, dont play hard to get” you rest your hand on his chest but he quickly moves it away
“im dating Chrissy now. i wont cheat on her” he looks at you with a serious tone on his voice. it kills you you’re not the one with him, he’s been your best friend for years, your safe space but you couldnt help but think of him in that way, and he knew about it, you’ve never hidden that part of your relation but for some reason he seemed scared of crossing that more serious line even though you did have a one time off, which he keeps on blaming the booze and drugs for.
“you forget i know you like the back of my hand! ive fucked you once ill fuck you again Edward” you scold before standing up grabbing your things. he lays still on his bed eyeing you as you walk closer to the door “c’mon, lets go help your uncle with dinner”
****
Under the bleachers at the championship game
“fuck y/n youre killing me” he groans as you take all of him in your mouth
“shhhh you gotta be quiet” you lick a stripe along the side of his dick, brushing your thumb over the slit, knowing it will drive him insane “look at dear ol’chrissy over there, head chearleader while her boyfriend is getting head from his best friend” you laugh taking the tip in your mouth, sucking on it slighty as you continue to pump his cock with your hand
“stop talking for fuck sake! shit— im gonna come”
“c’mon Eddie, dont tell me you dont think about my mouth around your cock everyday” you take him in your mouth and suddenly feel a warm fluid coat the inside of your mouth “hmmmm” you moan agaisnt him “so good baby”
“shit” he breaths out as he lets go of the grip he has on your hair, you smile up at him winking as you have one final lick at his tip making him buck at the sensitivity “just—just shut up” he says when he sees you standing up laughing
The game ends and you take the opportunity to leave underneath the bleachers when everyone is getting up. You spot Chrissy in the distance with her cheer friends jumping around with their stupid little pom poms. You dont get it, you dont get what does she have that you dont. Maybe it was the fact that she was a goody two shoes, miss perfect grades or maybe it was the fact that she wasnt as crazy as him…. As you were, maybe that what he wants, normal… You wake up from your trance as you hear a soft pitched voice talking
“babyyyyy did you see me? was i good?” she greets throwing her arms around Eddie’s neck leaning in to kiss him. You cant help but roll your eyes at them and stare at Eddie with a smirk slapped across your face
“you were so good” he says looking at her and at you over Chrissy’s shoulder right after, never breaking your eye contact you clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and send him a wink
“i couldnt figure out where you were in the crowd” she says with big dull puppy eyes
“i was somewhere around the middle, dont worry i saw you” You cant help but find all of this amusing and decide to wage in the conversation
“he saw you just fine chrissy dear, you should have seen how happy he was, i could swear is bursted out into joy” you throw your arms around in the air in a extremly dramatic way. Chrissy didnt trust you, at all but you didnt seem to really care because deep down you knew you couldnt be trusted anyway
“ohh good” she says with a fake tone towards you, quickly turning back to Eddie’s hugging him tight “im really happy you came”
“of course i would come its important to you” he says cupping her face with his hands
“and for you too Eddie, right?” you pop in again “so important for you to come?” you smile wide remembering what happened just moments ago. Eddie regains his posture and grabs Chrissy’s arm
“lets go chrissy” he says pulling her by the arm. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and he knew if you stayed there any longer you would open up your big ass mouth and let out everything one way or another.
“Munson” you call after him “ill see you later at dinner yeah?”
“dinner?” chrissy asked confused as to why are you having dinner with him later
“yeah, y/n eats dinner everynight at mines. Her parents arent in the country and shes been having dinner there” he explains showing a soft smile as he looks at you, you smile back sort of thanking him for taking such good care of you, “you can come too if you want” he continues, your smile breaks and turns into a total resting bitch face, you can see a little sparkle appear on her eyes as she hears him
“oh my god yes, id love to”
Arriving at Eddie’s trailer later you park your car next to Eddie’s van, walking up the trailer stairs you open the door greeting Wayne
“honey im home” you say cheerful walking inside and seeing him
“hello dear how are you?” he takes you in a tight hug “where’s eddie?”
“he should be just— there he is” you sounded quite annoyed but try not to show much of it
“sup, hey wayne this is chrissy…. my girlfriend” Eddie says wrapping his arm around her “shes gonna have dinner with us alright?”
Wayne looks at you with a confused look before turning his attention back to his nephew “girlfriend you say? Im Wayne, ermmm well welcome, make your self comfortable” he gestures to the couch. As Chrissy sits down you sit down next to her before you could even get a word in Eddie sits between of both of you.
You stand up annoyed and walk over to the kitchen to find Wayne over the stove
“need any help with anything?”
“no no you sit down dear”
“no way, let me put the table at least. Eddie boy come help me” you say grabbing the plates from the sink and placing them on the counter, you try to reach out for the cups in the cupboard but cant reach it, Eddie hovers over you to grab them, you feel his crotch against your ass, your head drops as you feel him and let out a small moan
“if you gonna tease me might as well do something about it baby” you whisper as you ever so slighty push your ass back onto his front
“shut up, i didnt do it on purpose” he pushes himself away from you as makes his way to the table setting the cups down.
You all sit at the table in dead silence, so you decide to heat things up a little, Eddie is in front of you and your foot makes its way over to him, going up his leg until it reaches his cock. He shifts in his seat and starts coughing, you smile down at your plate as his cheeks turn red
“you alright son?” wayne asks placing his hand of his shoulder
“yeah yeah just, just got choked up on some spaghetti” he stares at you while you laugh quietly.
Everyone finishes up what their eating and you notice the time, notice its almost time for wayne to leave for work
“right” you stand up “ill do the dishes too, last night it was eddie and you the night before so ill take care of them, and no buts! you need to go to work soon”
Wayne winks at you with a soft smile, laying down for a while on the couch. You grab the plates and start to do the dishes, you open the tap and water hits the plates making it go everywhere, you almost fall back from getting startled
“shit that scared the crap of me” you look down at your now soaking wet white top. Eddie cant help but stare at you, clearly fixating on how tight that top is now to your tits untilchrissy wakes him up from his trance
“eddie will you drive me home?”
“sure babe. y/n do you need a ride too?” he asks trying to look away
“no i got my own car eddie…. ohhhh shit shit shit” you panic “i forgot my house keys at school and now its closed”
“oh thats a shame. you can stay over if you want” wayne says with a croaky voice
“thanks wayne, youre more than a dad to me”
Eddie grabs his keys calling at you “hey, you can take my bed, ill sleep on the floor, prepare everthing while i take her home”
“thanks eddie” you smile, continuing to wash the dishes
“shes sleeping here with you?” chrissy whispers in hopes you wouldnt hear her but you did
Eddie leans in on her whispering back “shes done it multiple times dont worry about ok?”
Once Eddie came back and Wayne left for work you both walk up to his room getting ready for bed
“Eddie im taking a shirt” you say selecting from his collection of band tees
“borrowing” he talks back pointing a finger at you
“ugh fine!” you say as you take your shirt off without warning
“oh my god y/n please” eddie covers eyes
“what the f-? its nothing you havent seen before already jeez” you roll your eyes and pass the shirt over your head throwing your previous worn top at him. Eddie stares at you for a while before walking out of the room. You hear the bathroom door close and immediately understand whats going on
“babe if its a boner you got by looking at me i can take care of it” you tease him a little more
“no its fine, ill do it” you hear him say back,
you laugh and sit on the bed waiting for bim to come back to the room. Once he comes back to smirk up at him “please shut up”
You talk for a while and smoke a nightly blunt for a better night sleep, during that you try to convice him not to sleep on the floor because its uncomfortable
“i promise i wont do anything alright? just dont sleep on the fucking floor”
“fine” he says getting up from the floor “but no funny business, i know you”
“i promise i wont do anything to you! on our friendship” you hold up three fingers and crossing your heart. He lays down on the bed and scooches his way to the wall, you remove your jeans and lay down next to eddie
“what the fuck are you doing?” he asks surprised turning his body your way
“going to sleep? what the fuck Munson?”
“like that? no pants no nothing?” he motions to your legs
“its hot out!!” you whine “why? cant you handle being next to me without jeans on?” you tease. He remains quiet shuffling in his spot turning your back to you
“goodnight eddie” you sing at him in a playfull tone.
minutes go by and eddie cant keep still
“hmmm stay still Eddie, i wanna sleep” you whine as you try to sleep
“fuck this” he says turning you over and is suddenly on top of you “you drive me absolutely insane” he tries to kiss you but you stop him
“dude what is going on right now? i didnt do shit! i promised” you throw your hand up, genuinely suprised
“you promised but i didnt” he leans in and kisses you passionately, even though his action caught you by surprise it didnt take long for you go give in to him and kiss him back. He slowly moves down to your neck covering it with kisses, being careful enough not to leave any marks
“Eddieeee” you moan. You feel his breathing break up when he hears you say his name, he shakes his head and makes a trail of kisses going down your body to where you want him the most, its ridiculous how wet he can get you in seconds
“just thanking you for earlier” he says against your skin as he keeps going down your body. His hands meet the waistband of your underwear and pulls them off, throwing it to the other side of the room, he gently sucks on the inner part of your thigh, knowing well he could leave as many marks there because it wouldnt be visible “youre so fucking wet” Eddie whines as his fingers slip up and down your wet slit, drawing your juices over your clit and rubbing circles on it. “youre such a slut for me arent you” you moan in pleasure as he gently rubs your bud “words” he says with a much more serious tone, eyes darkened with desire and a primal need to feel hear you under his touch.
“fu—yes Eddie! im—im such a slut for you baby” you mewl seductively,
making him growl in response. You can feel the warmth of his mouth close to you as you feel him licking you from your entrance to your clit, playing with it in circles once he meets it
“god i love it here” he says against your cunt, the vibrations of him talking making you moan, you feel his fingers tease you for a moment before he lines one up and pushes it into your tight heat, making you arch your back in pleasure.
“fuuuu— Eddie fuckfuck fuck” you whine as he pumps his fingers in and out of you keeping his tongue focused on your clit “youre gonna make me cum so hard” he picks up his pace with his fingers, curling them inside you, just hitting that right spot in you, your hand grabs onto his curls pulling at them while at the same time fixing him in place
“c’mon baby, i wanna feel your pretty pussy cum all over my fingers” he says against your cunt
“Eddie i—“ you’re unable to finish your sentence as you clench around his fingers and feel your orgasm slowly leak out of you, he takes his tongue to your entrance cleaning you up, making you jump everytime he hits your thobbing bud
“you taste so fucking good” he says still between your thighs leaving a trail wet kisses as he makes his way back to your face, kissing your lips. You brush the hair sticking to his forehead cupping his face in your hands, he smiles down at you, stupid smile that makes you melt like butter “we can go to sleep now” he says kissing your forehead. You laugh, covering your face with your hands
“you’re unbelievable Munson” you say shaking your head.
~~~~
Arriving at achool with eddie was something else, the morning after was…. quiet. Eddie didnt want to admit he couldnt resist you and felt terribly guilty for cheating on Chrissy…. again.
“Eddieeee” chrissy runs into arms and kisses him, watching how Eddie is kissing her back you cant help but let out a laugh
“whats wrong?” he asks breaking up for the kiss
“oh nothing i just thought of something i saw last night….on tv” you reply looking over at Eddie. She smiles at you and walks in front of you and him
“you kiss her with my taste in your mouth?” you whisper
“please shut up! im not proud of myself” he whispers back
“oh but you should be” you say coming close to him “it was amazing” you continue.
Eddie shakes his head and walks past you walking in front with Chrissy
~~~
At the end of the day, arriving at eddie’s trailer each in your own car, you park yours next to his van your, when you step out and eddie turns off his van the van does a weird sound and you look at each other confused. Eddie tries to turn the van back on but it wont start
“you have got to be kidding me” he says hitting the steering wheel “c’mon baby dont do this to me!” eddie keeps turning the key but the van is completely dead “im gonna need to take her to the mechanic, but i can only do it Friday”
“thats alright Eds, drive me back to my house later and bring my car back to yours. pick me up tomorrow morning for school” Eddie stares at you in shock, trying hard not to freak out
“you serious? i can keep your car?” hes practically jumping
“sure, it no big deal, its just a car”
“just a ca—?! ITS A DODGE CHALLENGER hOLY shit!!!!” he screams. hes truly adorable when hes fanboying “sweet, thanks ba-“ he stops himself “y/n, thanks youre the best” he continues slowly walking away in direction of his trailer
“if you were gonna call me some type of petname, go for it dont go shy” you say playfully
“im not shy, i just dont think its correct” he says turning on his heel, his tone shifted and its not so happy
“what?! calling me baby or babe?”
“no… yes… everything. this isnt cool on Chrissy and i hate myself for it.” hes cheeks look flushed and he looks more stressed than ever but you’re really starting to get tired of some of his atitudes
“then break up with her” you say loud throwing your hands up letting them hit your thighs on the way down
“i cant i really like her”
“sweetie if you really liked her we wouldnt do all the things we’ve been doing” you walk up to him “just remember you were always the one who didnt want to make anything official” he shakes his head in denial, he feels like its impossible to even start an argument with you, you always have to have the last word
“you gotta change your crazy ways, you hear me?” he says trying to break the tension by mentioning your favorite Aerosmith song, he tried to say it with a straight face but he knew its was a hard line to cross
“dont you dareeeeee quote Aerosmith to me Munson!” you point a finger at him, poking his chest “lets just go alright? before wayne comes out here and asks what the hell is going on” you follow him inside and greet wayne like you do everyday
“everything alright with you kids?” he asks looking at both of you
“fine” you both say at the same time
~~~
Next day eddie picks you up, its hot and youre wearing fishnets and black skirt, layerd with one of his band tees that you’ve cropped, you open the door and sit down
“morning Munson” you greet
“thats mine, whats the fuck did you do to it?” he asks grabbing onto the hem of the shirt. You smack his hand away from you furrowing your brows at him
“was!! and i made it fit me better. Even tho i do like using your baggy tees i think this fits my body better dont you?” you say looking over the door mirror to apply your lipstick while Eddie just stares at you in dead silence. You throw your feet on the dashboard and put your sunglasses on as you look back in the mirror and blow yourself a kiss
“youre so self centered” he lets out
“no, i just know i look hot today, dont you”
eddie looks at your legs and back at the road smiling
“fuck—- yeah you look ermmm yeah” he mumbles as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel
“what was that? you think i look hot?” you touch his thigh
“please dont do that! “
“got you nervous there munson?”
“why do you tease me like this? im gonna go mental one of these days” he looks at you. you look over your sunglasses licking your lower lip
“you really wanna do this before we pick your girlfriend up?!” you ask, you love to see what you do to him
Eddie continues to drive to chrissy’s house, moments later pulling up to her drive way. As she comes out she walks over to your side and stands at the door waiting for you to open it.
“dont tell me your girl wants me to go in the back” you say ironically rolling down the window “yes?” you ask sarcastically
“im going in the back?” he asks pointing at the back of the car
“babe its my car, you dont really think i would be riding in the back did you?”
she rolls her eyes at you walks in the back and leaning forward to give eddie a kiss. You side eye everything and cant help but feel jealous at these little exchanges.
“how did you sleep sweetheart?” you cringe at the word, you have never heard eddie say it before, exept when hes talking to his guitar.
“i slept just fine…. how come we’re taking y/n car?” she asks
“eddie’s van broke down. so i offered he could use my car until needed which he was very very happy to take me up on that offer” you joke lightly tapping his shoulder
“bet your sweet ass i was! this car is a fucking monster are you kidding me? hottest ride in hawkins”
“sometimes i think he likes my car more than he likes me” you smile
“that could never happen” he eyes you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. catching what he was doing he quickly continues “youre a pain but youre my besy friend”
“nice save” you whisper as you pull up to school.
Eddie gets out of the car and admires it breathing in a whistle “damn baby, youre hot” you knew he was talking to your car bur you just had to say something
“thanks babe, but you should really leave that kind of conversation for when we’re alone” you laugh walking away leaving him quiet.
During your break, you stood alone at your locker when suddenly you feel someone approaching you, thinking it would be Eddie ditching the company of his new love affair you slam your locker door only to find Billt Hargrove standing next to you leaning over the lockers with his arm
“Hey y/n” he says eyeing you, you knew this kind of look and you didnt really have anything to lose so you just went with it
“Hey Billy” you reply. He leans in closer to your ear, his warm breath on near your neck teasing the shit out of you “what do you want” you notice Eddie at the end of the corridor watching you and Billy talk
“i was wondering if maybe you’d be up dinner sometime or a movie or anything else that you have in mind” he smiles gently caressing your cheek, you clearly know how its gonna go but you’re both single, and god knows you need a Eddie and Chrissy getaway
“sure, anytime” you reply with a smile. Soon enough Eddie approaches both of you and stands behind Billy, he notices him and scoofs
“ill see you around darlin’”
“yeah, see you around Billy” you wink smiling while bitting your lip, Billy replies with a grin before looking over at Eddie and clearly seeing his bothered
“Munson” he greets
“Hargrove” Eddie greets back, the tension could be cut with a knife. As Billy walks away Eddie turns his attention to you “Hargrove? really y/n” Eddie whispers in disgust. you furrow your brow at him
“Cunnigham? really Eddie?” you ask in the same tone
“What did he want? Why were you all giggly and smiley for?”
“excuse me, but since when do i owe you any explanation?” you say in a hush tone ”but if you must know, he asked me out…. and i said yes! youre not the only one who can date around” you feel a not tying up in your throat, he remains silent as he sees tears forming in your eyes
“y/n im—
“im gonna go alright? just—“
“y/n…. Y/N” Eddie calls but you dont look back.
You make your way to the woods behind Hawkinds High, a place where you and Eddie normally hangout to smoke or chill because no one ever goes there. You find a table at sit on top of it, feet resting on the bench. You cover your face with your hands, trying your best not to cry.
“y/n?” you get stardled as you hear a familiar voice coming from the trees “hey its just me… Robin” you sigh of relief knowing it wasnt Eddie who followed you
“hey Robin” a faint smile on your lips that quickly disappears “what are you doing here?”
“i dont really know” she jokes shrugging her shoulders “what about you? you dont look so good” she takes a seat next to you wrapping her arm around you “you can talk to me if you want” you look at her and see some type of comfort, and you take it, because sooner or later you feel like you were gonna burst.
Moments go by and you tell Robin all thats been going on, and what happened between you and Eddie before Chrissy
“y/n you need to stop before you, Eddie and Chrissy get hurt”
“Robin please i—”
“dont please me, what you guys are doing is wrong! He has a girlfriend”
“He doesnt love her”
“He doesnt love you either” her words feel like knifes stabbing you everywhere possible
“how do you know? youre not there when we’re alone” you try to fool yourself into thinking that youre right and shes wrong
“y/n listen to me, he has to choose one of you and it really doesnt look like youre gonna be the choice” she comforts you with a hug before standing up “i gotta go, Steve is waiting for me already but… think about what youre doing! youre only gonna get hurt. Call me if you need anything” she gives you a reasuring hug that you return with a smile.
You decide that you need some time alone, maybe watch a movie but first you need to find Eddie to tell him you need your car for the night.
You make your way into school again, searching the halls for him but no luck.
“Dustin” you call out to the curly headed kid “have you seen Eddie?” you ask before he could ever say hi
“erm…. i think hes in the parking lot not su—byee” poor kid didnt even get to finish and you were already messing his hair up thanking him. You walk over to the parking lot and Eddie is standing next to your car.
Youre nervous, you havent talked about anything yet since that fiasco in the hall, but you gain the courage to walk up to him and treat him like nothing has happened
“Hey Eds, erm… you got hellfire tonight right?” you ask looking at his hellfire shirt, it should be incriminating how good a baseball tee looks on him
“yeah i do why? are you gonna come?” the tiniest bit of excitement in his voice makes an appearance, you smile and shake your head
“im gonna need my car for tonight, need some alone time, so ill drop you off at hellfire and then ill come pick you up” you explain grabbing the car keys from his hand. he looks down at you laughing “whats so funny?”
“normally i pick up the babes not the other way around” he steps closer and you feel like your heart skipped a thousand beats, you remain calm on the outside and try to stay your normal self
“oh why thank you eds” you smile
“for?”
“thinking im a babe” Eddie comes closer to you still holding onto your car keys and your hand still grabbing onto them
“shut up, you know what i mean” he says in a low tone
“baby i always know what you mean” and right there and then you forget everything Robin has told you. They way he grabs onto your waist with his free hand pulling you closer to him, his eyes moving from yours to your lips
“why do you drive me crazy?” he laughs trying to break the tension but there too much of it, there was no way he didnt feel what you felt too. His hold onto your waist keeps getting tighter, his rings biting onto your skin
“i—i dont know Eds, just dont get me all hot and bothered and then dont do anything about it” you laugh.
You could practically feel each other’s breaths as he pulled you closer and closer until you break away when you ear noise from the background. You both look at each other, You've never seen this look in Eddies eyes before, pure hunger and lust, it was fucking hot! You grab your keys from him and open the door to sit down on the driver’s seat, you roll down the window so you could speak to him “ill pick you up later ok?” you say smiling
Eddie leans in, holding your chin with his index and thumb, pulling your face into a soft kiss, something so soft yet so hot. Eddie smiles against your lips when he feels how your breathing shifted
“ill be waiting” he says leaving you absolutely speechless
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Back at home, you decided it was best just to stay in until it was time to pick Eddie up. You made yourself some popcorn and got cozy in bed with a oversized tee that Eddie gave you and your underwear, watching a horror movie that was playing on tv. You werent paying much attention because all you could think about is Eddie’s kiss, it felt different, so genuine. You shake your head at the thought of it everytime
“this is supposed to be a Eddie free night y/n! get a grip!!” you turn your attention to the tv again and suddently the phone rings, startling you “jesus fucking chr— yes?”
“hey its Eddie, look dont come pick me up alright?”
“why is everything ok?” you start to get worried, he never calls you from the school phone
“yeah yeah its all good, i-i just need to walk Chrissy home from cheer practice”
you remove the headseat away from your face and start flipping it off “y/n? you there?”
“yes i am here!!! cant she walk herself?” he notices the tone in your voice changing and laughs
“no she cant but ill see you late ok baby? bye”
“Eddie? Eddie? motherfuck— baby?” you reply now at the sound of end of the call. “i didnt—im hearing things” you place the phone back and get back to watching your movie.
Hours go by and youre getting sleepy, its time for bed, youre tired and you kinda want this day to be over. Just as soon as youre falling asleep you hear noise outside, you dont know if its the horror movie getting in your head or not but you quietly grab onto the baseball bat that you have under your bed, a knock at your window makes you jump off the bed, ready to swing your bat you turn around to see a tall figure waving at you from the outside
“Munson?” you ask squinting “what the fuck are you doing here?” you ask dropping the bat on the floor, you open the window and Eddie climbs in your room “you do realise im home alone. you could have just rang the door bell”
Eddie smiles looking at you in your sleep wear
“yeah but if i did i probably wouldnt find you like this” winking he grabs onto your waist pulling you close to him. You push your arm away from you placing it on his chest
“woahhhh what we doing? youre kinda giving me mixed signals here Eddie” you try to get away from him but he keeps holding onto you tight “didnt you just drop your girlfriend home? didnt you just have a nice walk with her?” you mock. He finds it absolutely adorable how jealous you can get and also very attractive, bitting his lip in a half smile he moves your arm from his chest so its holding onto his neck
“no, i walked chrissy home its different”
you side eye him confused out of your mind, he must have been smoking something really strong this time “and before you ask, no its not the same thing. shes not my girlfriend anymore, i broke up with her” the confused look on your face turns into shock, with a little bit of happiness that you try to hide but he catches onto you “you can smile i know you want to”
You give in and smile up at swing your free arm around his neck too, holding him closer you stretch a bit to meet your lips with his, this kiss felt like the one before “I couldnt stand the thought of you going out with that dickhead Hargrove, made me crazy! It was like something clicked in me telling me it was you all along” he says against your lips “youre a crazy bitch but you’re only mine”
#eddie munson#joseph quinn#eddie munson fanfic#eddiemunson#eddiestrangerthings#stranger things#stranger things eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#st4#reader x eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson best friend#eddie munson best friend fanfic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x y/n
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Next Thing you Know
Me hating country and most of my fics based on country songs
You swear you’re staying single next thing you know
You meet a girl at a bar next thing you know
You get her laughing
Its 2 am
Emily joined the BAU with the goal of staying single. She had been burned one to many times and the effort wasn’t worth the heartache. That was what she said to JJ one night at a girls night. Like a sign from above you walked into the BAU and changed her world. She had tried to stay professional, but after a night at Penelope’s she decided your laugh was the best thing in the world. That night she kissed you on your car door and your smile was present for weeks after.
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Then you tell your buddies
3 months in
She aint moving in
Derek heard about the kiss from Penelope who heard it from JJ who heard it from Spencer who you told. Derek walked over to Emily’s Desk with a pep in his step,
“So y/n?” He grins and Emily sighs looking up at him,
“What are you talking about?” She raises an eyebrow and he smirks,
“Why don’t we recreate what you two did at baby girls place” he teased and Emily hit him with a file,
“Its not like that” she defended and Derek rolled his eyes,
“mhm, Penelope told me you’d be considered a ‘u-haul lesbian’?” He quoted and Emily laughed,
“She is not moving in !”
But next thing you know
There’s a U-haul trailer
Next thing you know
Your old apartment
Is y’alls new place
There goes the carpet
But the deer head stays
Derek wouldn’t let it go as he helped unload boxes into Emilys apartment.
“Remember a couple months ago?” He began and Emily threw a stuffed animal at him,
“Em ! Watch out !” You playfully scold as you pick up the stuffed toy and kiss her cheek leaving Emily apologizing and leaning in for a kiss and chasing after your lips when you pull away,
“You’re so whipped” Derek continued his teasing, this time Penelope walks over,
“Leave the love birds alone Derek! They’re so sweet” she cooed and you both blush at the comment.
That next day you got to work re arranging the living room,
“Woah what’s wrong with it?” Emily pouts seeing you put the carpet in the donate pile,
“This one I ordered will fit with the space better” you say and she sighs,
“Well then my emo rock collection stays” she says and you laugh,
“As long as you do the same hair and eyeliner” you tease walking over to her and wrapping your arms around her waist kissing her cheek,
“I can’t believe Garcia showed you that” Emily groans hiding her face in your neck leaving kisses up and down,
“It was actually Spencer” you whisper and Emily gasps,
“Im gonna kill him”
Next thing you know
You’re Savin money like never before (just to)
Spend it all at a jewelry store (gettin)
Emily had been comfortable all her life, which is why she spared no expense picking out your ring. She spent multiple nights in JJ’s office going over rings and sizes,
“This one is perfect” she says pulling up the most beautiful ring she’s seen in days,
“She’s going to love it” JJ says and smiles trying to ignore the hefty price tag.
Down on one knee on her mama’s porch
Just pray she don’t say no
The dinner was amazing. Conversation flowed freely and Emily looked like a lovesick puppy the whole time. After she pays she grabs your hand and leads you down a path,
“Emily considering what we do for a living this is the worst idea ever” you joke as she leads you down the wooded dark path,
“It’ll be worth it, plus I have my gun” she replies and you giggle as an opening reveals with rose petals and candles,
Emily leads you to the middle and you notice Penelope and JJ standing off to the side with cameras,
“Em?” you turn to face her but look down seeing her on one knee noticing a ring box in her hands,
“Y/n Ive loved you from the moment you walked into the BAU I thought I would never fall in love and the-“ she’s cut off as you almost take her down hugging her. She laughs and you kiss her all over her face,
“Yes yes yes ! A million times yes” you say and she kisses you deeply. Once releasing she puts the ring on your finger,
“I got it !” JJ shouts walking over with the camera with a proud smile as she congratulates you two.
Next thing you know
Your best man gives a half drunk speech (and you’re)
Sunburnt on a honeymoon beach (and your)
Left hand’s getting used to that ring
There the next two three or years go
Emily sat next to you at the bridal party table, JJ to your left and Emily to your right. Once Derek stood up you knew it would be trouble, you give a look to Emily who shrugs and kisses you gently which gets rid of any fear of Derek’s speech,
“Emily Prentiss, or should I say my princess” Derek begins,
“I met you on your first day on the BAU and woo, at first I thought I could have a chance with you” You raised an eyebrow and Derek looked at you,
“Don’t worry mama she’s all yours, I knew once y/n walked in that Emily was gone, miss. commitment issues Prentiss, miss. I don’t need anyone Prentiss, had met her match, and she tried in the beginning to ignore it, but y/n has that effect on people, to squeeze her way into your heart even if every defense tells you to avoid her, even when she’s enabling Reid to go on his long rambles, and can convince you to drink way more then you should on a work night” the crowd laughs and you squeeze Emilys hand and see her staring at you lovingly,
“I mean look at them, can’t take their eyes off of each other for 5 seconds” Derek teases and you chuckle as Emily leans in for a kiss.
The next week is spent blissfully on a beach. You sip your drink and watch as Emily gets out of the pool, you didn’t think someone could make it look so sexy but here she was. She walked over drenched and stands over you. You lower your sunglasses as she leans down for a kiss,
“Hi baby” you say and she grins,
“Hello mrs.Prentiss” she grins and gets on top of you,
“Emily ! You’re soaked !” You shriek but can’t help but laugh,
“You said till death do us part” she jokes and you kiss her again,
“Death will come soon for us with hypothermia” you joke and she laughs. It’s your favorite sound, you’re amazed you can spend the rest of your life making her laugh like that.
Next thing you know
Y’all weren’t really trying next thing you know
There’s a test on the counter next thing you know
She’s standing there crying nodding her head yes
You’re half excited half scared to death (cause)
After almost a year of treatments and tests and needles you were ready to give up. It broke Emily’s heart to see you so upset over it, one last attempt you had both agreed that after that, you couldn’t handle another negative. Emily came home from a brunch with her mother and frowned when she couldn’t find you in the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom. She walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently,
“Y/n?” She asked and you sniffle opening the door for her,
“Honey what’s wrong?” She asks and hugs you. You cry into her shoulder as her eyes meet the stick laying on the counter,
“Is that?” She pauses not believing it as she holds up the stick seeing the two lines. She gasps and looks over as you nod and she picks you up hugging you tightly. It all hits her that there is a baby now. It’s no longer a hypothetical but a reality. Someone she will be in charge of and have to make sure she raises them properly.
Next thing you know
You’re wearing scrubs and a funny white hat (and the)
Doctor’s saying how you doin there Mom (and)
Nobody’s ever called you that (and)
You take the drive home slow
Standing in the OR, Emily did not picture this. You’re on the table, the meds have definitely kicked in and you smile up at her,
“You look so funny baby” you say and she chuckles wiping the tears from her eyes,
“Anything to be here with you” she says kissing your head. She doesn’t look over the curtain until you make a look of discomfort,
“You’re doing so well” she whispers in your head and stands up to see. A gasp is let out as she sees the baby be lifted up and a screeching cry fills the room,
“Is she okay?” You ask and Emily nods eagerly,
“She’s beautiful y/n” she says and the doctor rests the baby by your head. Emily lets out a sob as you hold the baby for the first time,
“You doing okay there mom?” Rossi asks as Emily spaced out for a minute as the team each take turns holding the baby,
“Yeah just soaking it all in” she says and is off again in her own world as it hits her that she’s a mother now. She would do anything for your little girl. She’s never felt this strong of a love before.
On the way home you almost complain about how Emily goes 5 under the speed limit,
“She’s okay em” you encourage sitting in the back seat as Nadia holds your finger in her sleep.
Next thing you know
Its first steps, first dates, first car (it’s)
11:01 wondering where they are
Then you’re saying USC’s too far
Its amazing how fast 17 years go
Emily sighed leaning back in her desk chair. It was a long night of paperwork, she thought back to the days that it didn’t matter if she stayed late but now she had you and Nadia waiting on her. She longed to see you both, you had left earlier, finishing your report early to be able to pick up Nadia. The lights were dim and everyone but her and Hotch were left. The door to the Bullpen open and she hears and squeal and some footsteps,
“What are you guys doing here?” Emily said turning around to see you both standing,
“We missed our mama, didn’t we?” You coo at Nadia who reaches out,
“Mama” she says and you put her down on the floor holding her hands to guide her to walk over, she had been teasing walking for a while but still needed something to hold onto,
Until suddenly she let go of your hands and took three steps right into Emily’s arms,
“Oh my god ! Oh my god ! you did it baby !” Emily smiled lifting Nadia up into the air and kissing her cheeks as Nadia clapped.
That felt like just yesterday. Emily looked into Nadia’s room as you helped her apply her lipstick. It was prom and you did not waste a second making sure it would be perfect for Nadia. Emily never got to go to prom herself and was glad to see how excited Nadia was. She was glad that you both raised her to be able to enjoy normal teenage things,
“Isn’t she a little too young for all this?” Emily asked and you rolled your eyes,
“She’s 17 its completely appropriate” you say and Emily chuckles. Nadia looks up at Emily and smiles,
“How do I look?” She asked and Emily smiled,
“Gorgeous like always” she kissed Nadias hair as the doorbell rang,
“Ill get it” Nadia shoots up but you hold her back,
“Let mama make him sweat a little” you chuckle as Nadia looks mortified as Emily answers the door,
“Hello mrs.Prentiss, is Nadia almost ready?” The boy asks and Emily notes he’s dressed up and holding a bouquet of flowers,
“You make it really hard to play bad cop Henry” Emily teased and let him in. Nadia and you walk down the stairs and Henry smiles,
“You look amazing” he lets out and hands her flowers, she giggles and they go to leave,
“Wait wait ! I need pictures !” You say grabbing the camera, and Nadia lets out a groan. You blink away tears as they pose,
“I can’t believe you guys are all grown up” you wipe a tear and Emily puts her arm around you,
“You guys get out of here before the waterworks, have her back by 11 mister” she points at Henry who nods quickly,
“Yes ma’am” he says. You both watch as they share smiles and Henry opens her car door for her,
“Those smiles are dangerous” Emily points out and you chuckle,
“Let them be teens” you say and send JJ the pictures.
“Babe come to bed” you say from the staircase as Emily sits in the kitchen,
“She should be home by now” Emily says and you frown,
“did you call her?” You ask walking over and wrapping your arms around her shoulder’s kissing her cheek,
“No but we agreed 11” she huffs and you grab your phone and see Nadia sent a text saying the movie got out late and she was on her way home now,
“See no need to worry” you try to reassure her but she doesn’t budge. She waits for Nadia to come home and once she’s inside and the house is locked up you walk past the hall to see Emily tucking Nadia in. You stand in the doorway as Emily kisses her forehead,
“I know USC is exciting and you want to get away but maybe a school in the same state? Or timezone? I don’t think I can handle worrying about you while you’re all the way on the other side of the country” Emily says and Nadia chuckles,
“You worry too much mama” Nadia replied and Emily shook her head,
“Its my job, I just want you to be safe and happy, and if USC is it, then ill be right there, but me and mom need at least weekly calls to keep us sane, otherwise ill steal the jet and fly over myself” Emily says and Nadia nods,
“I love you mama” she says and hugs Emily,
“Love you too bug” Emily says.
Next thing you know
You get to know your wife again (and you’re)
More in love then you’ve ever been (with a)
Lot of years of remember when’s
And still some down the road
Emily thought that the house would be quiet. Coming home after getting Nadia settled. She was proven wrong. She missed Nadia dearly but part of her loved this new phase. Waking up to breakfast in bed, dancing around the living room, baking, watching tv, anything was way better doing it together.
Retirement felt amazing, Emily worried that she would miss the action, and maybe occasionally she did, but standing behind you in the kitchen while you guys tried to make homemade cookies, she knew that she never wanted to leave this life you two have built.
Cause next thing you know
You got a yard full of your kid's kids and ya
Take 'em to church, teach 'em to fish, and ya
Tell 'em stories every chance you get
About how fast this life down here can go
After Emily’s mother passed, she inherited her fathers old cabin. You two quickly moved in and settled into an outdoors lifestyle. She was brought back to summers spent here with her father so many years ago. She walked out onto the porch and watched as Henry chased a little Charlie around who’s giggles were infectious, she walked over to where Will, JJ, Nadia, and yourself were chatting at the table. Henry soon walks over with Charlie on his shoulders,
“Grandma can we go fishing now?” Charlie asked and Emily smiled, though originally she hated the grandma title, feeling too old, Charlie, just like his mom, had Emily wrapped around his finger,
“Of course bud lets grab our things” she said and they walked into the shed. You smile watching the two,
“He looks just like you Nadia” you comment taking a sip of your cup,
“Reminds me when Elizabeth tried to come camping with us that one year” you reminisce and Nadia lets out a laugh,
“She had pantsuits on to go for a hike” Nadia remembers and you both laugh. Emily leads Charlie to the lake and smiles as she helps him with his rod,
“You know I used to fish with my dad when I was your age, in this very spot” Emily tells the boy and he squints looking up at her,
“You were my age?” He asked and she laughed nodding,
“Long long ago, one day you can take your own kids fishing and tell this story” Emily says and the moment is interrupted by a pull on the line and Emily helps him reel in the fish. Charlies face lit up as Henry ran over with his camera to take a picture of the moment. After putting the fish back and sitting around the fireplace that night. Emily put her arm around you,
“I think we did alright” she says softly and you look up at her,
“I wouldn’t change a thing” you agree and kiss her gently, still managing to give her the butterflies you did that first night at Garcia’s apartment.
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so....abt that adventure time daemon au....sits down with folded hands. im SO SO curious as to what your thoughts are and lowkey wondering if theyre anything like what ive been cooking up in my twisted mind...slash joke...YOU GO FIRST I WANNA KNOW!!
jkdfgdjfkg yeah im gonna focus on the fionna + cake aspects since thats what i posted but if you wanna know about someone else send a followup!! i have the strongest ideas for marceline and more scattered thoughts on everyone else but!! i turn this around in my head a lot lol.
under the cut bc i am incapable of being short
so. the reason fionna world is Like It Is despite nominally being a human au is bc i decided that in ooo, humans are the only people with daemons! everyone else has Something Else, but that something else isnt actually a daemon (this bit is still fuzzy lol since it would just be more bg in anything i write).
so that means the only characters in adventure time who have/had a daemon are finn (tossing around the name honey for her?? shes unsettled but mostly dogs bc they grew up with dogs lol), marceline (she lost her daemon upon becoming a vampire, gets her back at the end of stakes. do not ask me what she is settled as idk as of now lol), and simon (lost her upon becoming ice king, he does Not get her back. i think its fun if she is a penguin bc that makes ice king surrounding himself w penguins super tragic. he knows something is gone but cannot articulate what.)
also i guess people like susan strong and the humans on the human island but shhhh i dont have super strong ideas for them lol.
ALL THAT TO SAY. since fionnaworld was created by prismo (gonna be real idk what his deal is but he is obviously His Own Thing and as a deity type deal he probably is granted w 'can see dust' powers and thus has no idea what daemons are all about) and lives in ice kings/later simons head (one who doesnt know about daemons and one who is mourning the permanent loss of his own) when fionna and cake were "created" finn jake and finn's daemon were mashed into two characters, who are! human and daemon.
everyone else either never had a daemon in normal ooo (ex. pb) or didnt have them at the time fionnaworld was created and thus they werent carried over (ex. marceline.) of everyone tho probably marshall WOULD know the most, this is why he has a line in my fic where he's like, do you know what i'd do for a weird cat? as a sort of hint that he SHOULD have a daemon, but. alas.
uhhh. where am i going with this.
OH RIGHT so yeah basically when fionnaworld became de-magicked it took with it a lot of people's points of connection--everyone ends up way more isolated than they were. since simon is mourning his own daemon that translates to daemons just Not Existing, and so fionna and cake are very much isolated from each other. they dont have the words for their relationship. all fionna knows is she needs cake with her, and vice versa.
cake IS still a daemon, but without that framework shes stuck in the 'normal cat' role even though she does a lot of noncatlike things, n her and fionna are very very good still at sorta knowing what the other is thinking and reacting accordingly. the people closest to fionna (so, really just marshall and gary lol) have SOME idea of what is up but if asked its more leftover instinct than like, the ability to actually explain any of this. fionna and cake try to interact w the world as a human-daemon pair but that doesnt work when the world has no fucking idea what that is.
uh. that. probably answers some question!! i think the plot of fionna and cake itself is MOSTLY the same...really fionna and cake just find out there is a word for who they are to each other n get that relationship reestablished which isnt a far cry from canon. i really like the stuff they do with betty/simon so i wouldnt want to change that, though i imagine there is a bit of simon mourning his lost daemon too--idk i feel like you could tie those feelings in if you were to write a full adaptation but i!! dont think enough changes to do that so i wont be lol.
i mostly just wanted to do episode one bc again. daemon in a world that doesnt know wtf a daemon is. truly the funniest and most tragic thing in the world.
#fionna and cake#daemons#daemon au#ask#daetalk#'why do you do this' look my life is 24/7 daemons ok ive embraced this#this is who i am. i will not change. you will read my daemon aus
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ok so!!! i revisited my work from yesterday, going in and properly blocking out the style lines and strap (still up for change as i get into better fabrics but this is a lot more representative of what they would actually look like now!) (though i am noticing ive set my hemline lower- even extending it on nora, when anne's is quite high, so ill have to see how comfortable i feel with that)
i also took a bit out of the hips on the ally pattern which definitely helped with the shape (i was really just being lazy not doing this, ive used this pattern before and had to do that, i knew it was gonna be an issue)
Theres more notes on my personal thoughts on both patterns below the cut :)
same cw's as before for body image stuff :) (maybe this is silly but i just feel far more comfortable putting warnings + a readmore for corsetry)
(also! i will be doing a post properly introducing this project soon :) ive got a lot i want to say!!)
First up! both of these patterns are by Aranea Black, pdfs of these patterns are still available online but her website is gone now)
Ally is a 6 panel corset with extreme hip spring- heres what the pattern looks like:
i do think the hip spring gives a really dramatic shape, but i do worry that with my upholstery weight faux leather, it just wont sit nicely. on this mock up i had to slit my entire seam allowance at the waist to make it not tuck too badly, and that means cutting my boning channel in half (i think, still deciding details like that) i cant really afford to waste fabric recutting panels if i sew it and it does tuck, either.
(Technically i do have the option available to me to do a twin stitch like Anne's original corset actually has, but this wouldnt be traditional, and wasnt in my plan (even if i wasnt gonna have the bones in the leather layer, i like the /look/ of felled channels on the outside.) a twin stitch however would probably negate most the tucking on the waist point, as it opens it up rather than folding to one side.)
Secondly, the one gripe i have about this pattern is that big line of wrinkles below the waist- now some of this will be from the fabric and it not being worn in, but the "daily wear" version of this corset ive made before still has some of these wrinkles even now, especially over the first hip spring panel. i know theres ways to adjust the fitting to counter the ones over the hip, but those i think are largely from the way the fabrics pulling around the curve- its covers such a large area its bound to pull a little weird in places. I really want a smooth look, a clean finish is the most important thing to me, and i worry no matter what i do they will still be there.
I will say, Ally has a lacing gap designed into the pattern, which is something i want, as Anne's corset has one, and it automatically gives you more leeway in the fit that patterns without it just dont have.
Nora on the other hand is 8 panels, with the hip spring spread across a much further space. On paper it looks much less dramatic, but theoretically should still hold a significant amount of shape, just distributed over more panels.
I guess that would be my first area of concern, that the shape just isnt quite as dramatic as the shape on Ally. i really want something quite striking for this project and though pattern modifications can be made, i was hoping to not have to do too much past simples changes.
The 8 panels also means this pattern will likely eat up more fabric. if nothing else, theres 4 extra sides of seam allowance that the other does not have (though, these pieces will nest together better, so it could end up being negligible) it is a concern however, as im working on a very tight yardage.
One of the immediate positives of this pattern however is the lack of that wrinkle band like Ally has. Since this is worn as an outer layer thats a huge point in its favour, a nice clean finish is basically the top of my requirements list.
Nora also has no lacing gap, which is an issue for the reasons mentioned above (annes costume has a lacing gap, but also lacing gaps give more leeway in the fit, allowing you to be a little tighter on some days than others.) Its possible to draft in a lacing gap relatively easily, but it is something i have to consider.
Its completely arbitrary, but i also feel like the way the strap joined onto this pattern was nicer- it lined up better with the pre existing panels and i think it'd join on as a continuous piece better. again, its extremely minor, i just think its cleaner with less fiddling on my end.
I think im still thinking the same way i was yesterday, that Nora is probably the pattern thats working better for me for this, but its still very up in the air for me. i feel like theres more pattern modifications to do there, but that its probably going to be worth doing the work? but i am definitely interested in what anyone else might think!
#hA sorry for the vibes of the yesterday post i was frustrated w some stuff and not achieving as much as i wanted#and fitting is always. a Task for me#anyway! here is your usual obnoxiously long post i bet you really missed this :)#i would apologise but. no. sewing talk makes me happy so!#but if u read it all. kisses and then i am very interested in input#anne bonny cosplay#also lol i was testing some shit w the top visual wise pls ignore that mess actually
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hey rooo 😝 4-6 for the editing questions!
gatekeeping this post under the cut, it got lengthy 🤧🤧
4: If you can remember, why did you start editing?
Okay, so this may be a little off topic, but it still talks about editing LMFAO but I started editing mainly cuz one day I saw Minimooberrys renders and was like WOW okay, I want to learn to do THAT and editing, so she was a MASSIVE inspiration for me to start, not only that but I also watch solitasims and lovvvvvveeeddddd her stuff, and wanted to do what she did but mix in editing :) (I think that answers the question, idk I guess like, I've always wanted to edit, but more importantly the want to learn how to render and also do storytelling in TS4 helped motivate me to start editing if that's a better answer)
5: if you caption your edits, what do you decide to put in the caption?
I tend to keep the caption relatively clean (tags are where you get my reaction and shit LMAOO), if you take Leo and Roos posts for example, they're song related, so I'll put some lyrics that I think correlate to them and the scenes placed in the post ("and then you looked right back and caught my stare"), or sometimes scenes not necessarily mentioned in the post, but can be heavily implied or just assume occur ("It's really nice to talk to you, it's really nice to hold your hands," which implies that they talk a lot and that they do hold hands a lot, whether it be romantic or platonic 🤧). There's other situations where I don't have a song (tbf the Reo posts were the first posts where I did put songs agsiabs), like the valentines day prep posts, I just put "valentines day preparations: [sim perspective]", or like in earlier NSB posts, I just put prev / next cuz idfk what to put in the caption. With more recent posts, ive been trying to caption the posts with something related to the characters (like cataleyas drowning post, where it basically lays out the metaphor for the post, which is "too much love from the wrong person").
6: give us a quick breakdown of your editing process
WOW okay, LMAOO well, I'm gonna have to whip out my laptop for this one
For Cas shots: Usually i put cas shots together, so first thing I do is import the images I want to use in a 6000 by 3000 canvas (to preface: I do all my CAS ss in the dimensions 3000 by 3000), and I usually choose from a few mental presets, two headshots and a body shot, two head shots and a half body shot, three body shots, and theres more to list but im not gonna do all that LMFAO so after that, I place them in their positions and then erase the black background (which DOES get tedious when two screenshots sorta overlap and have to make sure theres no black left around the sim), after that incredibly tedious and unnecessarily long process, sometimes I play around with flipping the character around (in the case of two head shots and one body/half body shot, I make the headshots face toward each other, so basically headshot > body shot < headshot- if that makes sense), although that can be placed anywhere in the editing process sometimes I do it earlier on or later on doesnt really matter lmao. Around this point, its just final touches, looking for weird shadows (which is USUALLY more prominent in blender renders, but it can happen), places where shadows look a little too sharp, and cleaning up those spots. For the VERY VERY final touches, I use sharpen and depending on the shot, contrast or saturation, I sometimes use the hue tool to make a certain color brighter or a different color, however I avoid the latter because it creates a weird effect on the picture, the sharpen tool is important for this part, because I tend to make the sharpen effect stronger on closer shots (head shots), or i dont change settings that much for decently faraway shots (half body shots) and i try to make full body shots to not have SUPER strong sharpen, but i tend to go on the lower end for full body shots aisuhdg
For in game screenshots: This is a bit different, so I import the screenshot that I'm using into a 3840 by 2160 canvas (the size the screenshot was taken with), depending on the shot i may add text, the font i use is Walter Turncoat (in most instances, they vary for different posts lmao), I make sure to color the text depending on whos talking or whats going on, a good example is in the catty drowning post and VDAY prep post, I dont do "[character]: [text]", i like the element of figuring out whos speaking (EVEN if it can be frustrating for me), i try not to make it too challenging to figure out, around my level of reading comprehension (/j), so like Catty is pink, calico is yellow, etc etc. I dont use as much sharpen with these shots since theyre clean as is. A lot of my shots like Gifs are pre-planned and thus is a different story, but in short I usually just edit the gif frames as usual and then put them together later. I also have a custom set of black bars to put around my screenshots bc even tho i do use reshades black bars, sometimes bloom or DOF messes with them, and have to put a clean set above them. I dont really know what to say that is quick, I guess for more "complex" shots, like with moodlets or text messages, i just get the assets online and then edit them for myself 😭
and LASTLY, for renders: Trying to keep this short, I usually just do what I do for the aforementioned shots, but like I said in the CAS shots, weird and sharp shadows are more prominent and I just edit those to make them cleaner and then also just add sharpen and make it brighter or more contrast-y idk 🤧
#good lord the last question is NOT a quick breakdown im sorry i just talk WAY too damn much stg#if i had included screenshots it may have been a bit shorter idk#these are all long but i swear most of the time it doesnt ACTUALLY take this long in most cases#knowing me i probably missed SOMETHING in here that is like crucial to what i do in my process but wtv ☠️#yapping
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not about kinks or stuff. don't answer if don't want to) bro, what was it like taking t or getting top surgery early? In my country we can only take hormones and get surgery at 18 years old. I spent my entire adolescence anxious for it. like. give me that testo, government.
I'm always happy to get asks, kinky or not!! This is gonna be long, so strap in lol
And I never mind talking about my journey, because I know it's not really the "norm," even in trans culture.
Honestly, it never really hit me exactly how early I was allowed to get hormones and surgery until a year or so ago when I was thinking back on it. It didn't feel early to me. It felt like everything was timed just right, but looking back, yeah, it was pretty early.
For a while, I just wanted the social change. Cut my hair, change my name, and change my clothes. Boom. Done. I was fine with that for a year or two (I was 11-12 when I came out). I actually cried when I got my hair cut, and my stylist was concerned that she'd upset me. Nope! I was just so happy that she cut my hair! She still cuts my hair to this day and says that I'm a completely different person (/pos).
But then I started feeling like it wasn't enough. I wanted to fit in more with The Guys (side note: I never really did, even after all the hormones and surgery bc these guys knew me since elementary and most were bigoted assholes). So we went to my doctor to try getting hormones. That took, I think, a year and a half or so? Still a pretty short time frame. At one point, I was wearing a binder and a back brace because I have scoliosis, R.I.P. my ability to b r e a t h e.
But we got it! And I was fine with that by itself, too! Until around my sophomore(?) year in high school. I always changed in the nurse's office because it was embarrassing changing with anyone else—boys or girls. So I brought up trying to get top surgery to my mom (shout out to her for being so supportive during my whole transition, gods I love my mom). By junior year, I got my tits yeeted, and I was changing with the boys in P.E. Other than locker rooms, P.E. was co-ed, so there was no "boys on this side, girls on that side" that I can remember.
Obviously, I never fit in with The Guys, and I didn't want to fit in with The Girls (even though many of my friends were girls). But I felt comfortable in my body, at least. It felt more like myself.
I don't regret any of it, even if it all did happen quite young. I got plenty of warnings from doctors and my therapists, and my mom and I had to jump through a ton of hoops to get where we did. I'm really grateful that I got everything when I did, because it probably saved me a lot of depression and anxiety I would've had now.
Even though I got approved for T "early," by medical and societal standards, I basically had to go through puberty twice lol. Because I had already gotten periods and experienced breast growth (not much, thankfully), acne, etc. And then I got testosterone and my voice was cracking a lot while it changed, my fat redistributed through my body, I think I gained more muscle?? hard to tell bc I was never really strong to begin with, my hairline receded quite a bit 🥲, and all those usual things associated with cis guy puberty....including being constantly horny. Gods, that was awful. Wet boxers every day, all the time, it was so awkward.
As for top surgery, that was the only part I was actually scared about. Not because I was anxious about regretting the surgery or the cost of it or anything like that. Just because I have trauma when it comes to people doing things to me while I'm unconscious (or so they thought). That was the only scary part. That, and the IV going in me bc I had this weird fear that if I moved my hand, then the needle would break out of my vein, into my body, and kill me or smth :)
Other than that, the surgery part was easy! Recovery took a while and sucked, especially the rules:
Don't lift more than (I think it was) 5 lbs
Don't raise your arms over your head
No showering for the next few days after surgery
Massage the skin once to twice a day (my hand hurt a lot after this part)
Don't pick at the scabs
I think that's all there was...
Now, I easily pass as a cis guy to most strangers. One of my favorite things to do is see how people react when they find out I'm trans lol. Because they never expect it! And then I show them a picture of me before transitioning, and they're like, "😲 That's you?!"
"Yep :)"
I know most people are afraid of being outed as trans, but for me I'm just like, "Look at how far I've come!!" It's not really a touchy subject for me. As long as someone is genuinely curious and not asking super invasive questions <3
#never ask an ADHD person an open-ended question#i'll go on forever lol#idk how to tell stories in a consistent way#ask anon#ask answered#ask
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share at least five songs that remind you of your muse, or that you associate with your muse's character arc. including lyrics is optional.
i. he ain't heavy, he's my brother, the hollies
So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
i had to start with the twins because, well, vax is so utterly important to vex. no matter what they face or where their paths take them, vex is content to have her brother by her side. no matter what burdens he may have to carry, she'll always lend her support. she'll always care for him, and that's never a burden because her twin is everything to her.
ii. little brother, ella vos
Stay close, little brother
I know your true colors
When the world don't listen, you can call my name
Stay close, little brother
Stay close
this is pretty self-explanatory, still on the topic of vax. the twins know each other like no one else, and they learned from a young age to only rely on one another — that the only ones they could trust to have their backs were each other. it's a recurring theme for them to not want the world to get between them or to end up separated; stay close, little brother just feels extra fitting in that sense.
iii. diamonds are a girl's best friend, marilyn monroe
A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat
Or help you at the automat
listen... vex's relationship with money is definitely an important trait of her character and out of all the songs about it i could've picked, i just think this one is the one that fits the best. with her, it's not about money just for the sake of greed, i feel. there's a practical element to it too; money pays the bills, it provides you comfort. other things can be wonderful and meaningful but at the end of the day you still need money and the support it gives.
iv. big man, little dignity, paramore
I memorized all your lines
I can't look away, you're like a movie that I love to hate
I fantasize your demise
I should look away because I know you're never gonna change
I keep thinkin' this time, the end'll be different
But it isn't
I keep thinkin' (Keep thinkin') the end is gonna be different
But you keep on winning
if her relationship with her brother is a fundamental (positive) part of her character, her relationship with her father is just as important (negative). syldor is, quite frankly, emotionally abusive, and for a long time vex is stuck on a cycle of resenting her father and wanting nothing to do with him while still wanting to prove herself and have his recognition.
this song is about powerful men being shitty and getting away with it, which fits, but i think the "i should look away because i know you're never gonna change / i keep thinking this time, the end'll be different but it isn't" could just relate to vex on a personal level in the sense of this bond she can't quite cut off entirely because deep down, no matter how terrible her father might be, she still hopes it'll be different. it never is.
v. kingdom come, the civil wars
Run, run, run and hide
Somewhere no one else can find
Tall trees bend and lean, pointing where to go
Where you will still be all alone
facing prejudice and mistreatment from those around her since she was a child, vex sought solace in the woods. she was at peace among the trees and nature, where she had to deal with no one's judgment — but it was also isolating, keeping a distance from everyone. it was running and hiding from the things that hurt her when dealing with people. there's solace to be found in the peace of the woods; there is also loneliness.
vi. the archer, taylor swift
I've been the archer, I've been the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling
But who could stay?
the chorus of the song plays with the idea of presenting yourself as someone no one would want to leave, while contrasting it with no one being able to stay. i feel it relates to vex and how she feels in how she presents herself vs her real feelings. vex is very charming and composed, she seems very confident and bold and ready to face anything while breaking hearts left and right; but when it comes to how she really feels, a lot of that is just a front, an armor in a way. who could stay, knowing how she really is?
there are other lines throughout the song that feel very fitting. "'cause cruelty wins in the movies" echos her "there is always a cost or a cruelty", "i jump from the train, i ride off alone" relates particularly to pre vox machina when she and vax would leave any complicated situation and just cut their losses, "all the king's horses, all the king's men / couldn't put me together again" is an easy parallel to the broken pieces she carries inside and how they're not easy to mend.
vii. dog days are over, florence + the machine
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
given her past, i believe vex wouldn't have an easy time just... accepting happiness. even if she takes somewhat quickly to keyleth and the others, starved for kindness as she is, the comfort of her found family would also be frightening. it's always been just her and vax. to have all that change, even if positive, would make her want to run.
not that i think she would actually try; but there's a reason she points out to vax they could leave. they don't, but the thought occurs to her because these bonds, this sense of familiarity, the joy that comes with it... they're foreign, and they're frightening, at least at first. she gets over it — i just think it's part of the journey.
viii. rather be, clean bandit
We're a thousand miles from comfort
We have traveled land and sea
But as long as you are with me
There's no place I'd rather be
this one is usually read as a love song, but i'd apply it more to the group as a whole. hesitant as she might have been at first, they become her family and her home, more than any place she's ever lived in. the journey isn't always easy and it isn't always comfortable and they wander to many places, but the "as long as you are with me / there's no place i'd rather be" just feels like it applies to her little found family generally speaking. vox machina means a lot to her, each and all of them; it may not always seem like it with how she'll bicker with scanlan or be a little harsh with keyleth but despite her edges vex loves them all wholeheartedly.
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hi! i apologize for the length of this ask ^^
basically, my question is: do you think there’s abuse apologism in VATD?
im just gonna put a caveat that i havent properly read the novel but i do know spoilers and some certain side stories.
in one of the side stories (if im not wrong) penelope basically transports back to korea through a mirror shard where she confronts her real family in the hospital and cuts them off completely before permanently staying in the game world. so ive seen some takes suggesting that the author excuses the abuse cha siyeon went through by painting the whole thing as some kind of misunderstanding because they didn’t know how to approach her? if my memory serves me right one of the few flashbacks the manhwa gave us in the earlier chapters literally shows them ignoring her and calling her a rat when she complained about her bullies, her second brother insulting her every chance he had, and the father and first brother flat-out giving her the cold shoulder the whole time she was with them.
in the end it was them that made her hate them so much and want to leave, and she still considered her experience with them neglectful and abusive. so i dont think its so much as excusing their actions but rather showing how such big POS they are who excuse their own actions because it hurts their pride to properly own up.
in the eckharts’ case to me just shows how overriden they were with the grief and guilt of losing yvonne, which made them incompetent bastards that brought an innocent young girl into their mess and saw an opportunity in her status to treat her like trash. throughout the novel, the duke –and though i absolutely hate the utter ignorance of this man– recognizes his failures towards penelope and decides to just let her do what makes her happy, so i can appreciate that. reynold i understand in the way that he was young when it all started and saw no problem taking out his feelings of sadness and anger out on her because no one really bothered to stop him, and im glad that derrick is just completely treated like a ghost because serves him right! still in no way justifies their abuse towards a literal child even if its ‘because of their society’ or ‘how they were raised’. then there’s this whole debacle around emily, and … i don’t know man. i don’t agree with the decision to keep her either, and i still feel iffy on the complete personality change of her character and her loyalty towards the supposed hated adoptive daughter.
in conclusion: both penelope’s real family and the eckharts and the echkart duchy got what they deserved by penelope’s hands. they had it coming.
id like to know what you think! :)
Orchid, darling, you've brought up one of the principal issues of VADD that I have with the novel.
Yes, there is abuse apologism in the novel: from the author, and to some extent, Siyeon herself(with Penelope's situation).
At the novel's beginning, Siyeon's family is portrayed in a way that is meant to mirror Penelope's circumstances. Abusive second brother, actively ignorant and "perfect heir" first brother, and neglectful father. We see the world through Siyeon's abuse-hardened eyes, and root for her. In the end, the "misunderstanding" bit seems to punch a hole through Siyeon's childhood.
After all, it was the abuse of her family, and the perspective she developed from that, which guided many of her decisions in the game and when dealing with the Eckharts.
To have that all be a misunderstanding, in my opinion, cheapens the story and lessens the important parallels between Siyeon and Penelope. VADD is unique amongst other transmigration stories in reminding the reader of the original villainess because Siyeon went through similar circumstances.
When the author decided to make Siyeon's abusive childhood a big misunderstanding, I thought that it felt a bit like the author forgetting what they wrote in the beginning. But in the end, Siyeon's family in Korea are the same— they're the types to want closure on deathbeds for peace of mind, and I'm glad that at the very least, Siyeon didn't forgive them at all.
The Eckharts are another thing, because I thought she should've cut them off in my humble opinion. They are what would've happened if Siyeon went back and her family tried to make amends. The duke is clumsy with his attempts and Reynold's still a child in a man's body, and don't get me started on Derrick. Sure, the duke and Reynold become better to Penelope in the end, but they shouldn't have been forgiven.
The whole "Penelope is Siyeon" plotline is bullshit in my opinion, as I have said many times before. Just because they had similar experiences, doesn't mean they're the same person. In fact, Siyeon is much more like Derrick and Penelope like Reynold personality-wise: we can see how differently they reacted and grew up as a result.
It wasn't Siyeon's place to forgive the Eckharts. She let them into her life in the epilogue, for fuck's sake. There was no justification for their continual presence, especially when she kept saying that "it should be the real Penelope who hears this". It was like all the abuse Penelope suffered through was water under the bridge.
And Emily. Gods, I can talk about Emily(negatively) for ages. The decision to keep Emily was pretty stupid, in my opinion. The sudden personality shift as well— she literally physically abused Penelope for YEARS and now she's an obedient puppy? I thought she was gonna betray Siyeon in her darkest hour when I was reading the novel. Siyeon described her as a spineless someone who knows how to save her own skin; I fully expected her to defect to Ivonne.
TLDR: IMO, there's abuse apologism in VADD, Eckharts didn't deserve any goodwill, Siyeon had no right to forgive them, and I hate Emily.
sorry if i went on a bit of a rant, and my ADHD does not allow me to focus and remember the ask so I might've gone off topic
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