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hyunverse · 2 months

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wherever you are ☆ hwang hyunjin. (teaser!)

hyunjin x fem!reader. childhood best friends to lovers. slowburn, pining. fluff, angst.

OUT NOW.

Hyunjin promised you that he'll be wherever you are. What do you do when your best friend of years — the only person you've ever loved disappears without saying goodbye?

Don’t be a coward.

Four words Hyunjin told his reflection as he got ready. He was dressed in a basic tee and a pair of jeans, hair slicked back like the one time you told him it looked good. He spritzed his cologne behind his ears, on his neck, and on his wrist before repeating the four words again. This time, he whispered it, letting it soak into his brain, in hopes his heart would have courage.

It’s been too long. The feelings he harboured for you piled overtime, the crush he once thought was temporary transforming into fondness. It was becoming too much for Hyunjin’s heart to bear, he needed to let it out. If he didn’t, he felt like his heart could burst. And if it did, it would be confetti-shaped memories of you.

Chatters echoed outside your ballet academy, Hyunjin watched through the lowered window for your face among the sea of people. He had a plan in mind — he’d open the door for you, put the seatbelt on for you, and tell you about his feelings. In front of your academy wasn’t the most ideal place for a confession, he knew, but God — he couldn’t bear sitting in silence with you as a storm raged in his head. He couldn’t do it. He wanted to say it as soon as he could.

Hyunjin’s eyes were still busy looking for you when suddenly, your face came in his peripheral vision, along with another face. The other person was lean, jet black hair with bangs and puppy-like eyes. The boy opened the door for you before Hyunjin could.

Okay, step number one failed.

“Hey, Hyunnie!” your voice chirped, getting into the car. Your hand moved to buckle your seatbelt before Hyunjin could. He was too busy analysing the stranger in front of the door.

“Hey,” Hyunjin replied nonchalantly, looking at the boy from head to toe. “And this is…?”

“Seungmin. And you?” the boy said, tilting his head. To Hyunjin, he was being challenged. Seungmin’s tone was more daring than he liked, so he felt an urge to one-up the guy.

“Hyunjin. Been friends with Yn since were in diapers.” he replied, the extra detail a pathetic attempt at one-upping Seungmin.

Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, nodding as he shut your door, “Uh. Cool? Bye, Yn. And the friend since diapers.”

Oh, Hyunjin really didn’t like him.

“Wait, Seungminnie!” you called out just as Seungmin was walking away. He looked back at the car, raising an eyebrow. You turned to Hyunjin with puppy eyes. “Can you give Seungminnie a ride? He takes the bus and I think the next one’s in an hour.”

Hyunjin clenched his jaw, eyes fluttering from your pleading eyes to Seungmin’s figure outside the car. If it was all up to him, he would probably run the guy over. But God knew how much he cherished you, how he would rather cut his tongue than tell you “no,” so he agreed.

“Mm. Sure,” he replied, swallowing back a scoff.

Your eyes brightened, “Seungminnie! Come, we’ll give you a ride!” you yelled, tempting Hyunjin to mock the nickname you’d given him.

It was going to be a car ride straight out of hell.

Hyunjin’s knuckles were white against the steering as he pulled up to Seungmin’s residence complex. The building standing in front of him definitely belonged in a gated community, ritzy and luxurious. Somehow, that pissed Hyunjin off even more. He glanced at the unwanted guest sitting in the back seat through the rear-view mirror.

“Want me to drive you to the lobby, or what?”

Seungmin looked back into the mirror, peering at the reflection through his bangs. “Nah. They don’t let random cars in. Here’s just fine,” he mumbled, unbuckling the seatbelt. “Thanks, dude. Appreciate it.”

The car door closed behind Seungmin, leaving the two of you in the car. Hyunjin sighed, feeling the nerves creeping up him again. Now that it was only the two of you, it was time for Hyunjin to confess his feelings.

Before he could, you spoke, “Seungmin’s my friend in the academy. He’s really smart,” your eyes didn’t leave the crossroad before you, watching as Seungmin walked.

Hyunjin had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He tapped on your thigh, trying to gain your attention. It worked as you looked at him, batting your eyelashes. “Hm?”

He licked his lower lip, mustering all the courage in him. It was now, or never. “Look, I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

You shuffled in your seat, tilting your body slightly towards his way. Now that you had your full attention on him, Hyunjin felt even more nervous. He scratched the skin around his thumb, tongue-tied as his brain tried to form coherent words. He’s never done this before, always made fun of his friends for struggling to express their feelings but now that he was in the same place, he wished he could take back all the insults. The brown eyes looking deeply (and anxiously) into yours were profusely blinking, as though he was at the brink of tears. You grew worried.

“Hyunjin, what’s up?”

He scratched at the back of his neck. Why did his tongue feel so numb? Why did his brain feel empty yet so full at the same time? His heartbeats were so fast, he couldn’t quite catch up. Hyunjin was on a rollercoaster — you were waiting at the end of the ride.

Finally, he managed to muster words. “Look, I’ve pondered over —”

Two knocks on the window at the back. They’re followed by the door opening, an exasperated Seungmin popping his head into the car. Immediately, you both looked back, utterly bewildered.

“Sorry. I left my bag. Thank God you’re still here,” Seungmin said, grabbing his messenger bag and slipping it onto his shoulder. “Thanks and sorry!”

The door closed, thus silence blanketed the atmosphere once again. This time, with unresolved tension. You looked back at Hyunjin, tilting your head in curiosity.

“You were saying?”

Dazed, the raven looked at you. His face was a mixture of exasperation and confusion. His head? There was a storm raging, along with curse words aimed at Seungmin.

“Um…” He licked his lower lip, racking his brain to find back the words he wanted to say. They were all lost. He was already at the end of the rollercoaster, the bumps along the way forgotten, and the thrill subsided. All that’s left was the remnants of anxiety. He couldn’t do it anymore, not when he’s forgotten the things he wanted to say, and the moment disturbed by your dear friend Seungmin.

So, he put the gear on to drive. He shook his head and made up a white lie.

“I think I want to try a new ice cream place today.”

The taste of cookies and cream could not beat the bitterness on Hyunjin’s tongue.

It may be because the bitterness had seeped into his head.

“I’m going to your room,” you announced, swinging the front door of his house open. “Hi, Mrs Hwang!” you cheered, running up the stairs after.

“I’m going to talk to my mom a little bit,” Hyunjin said, hanging both your coats on the coat hanger.

Nothing could’ve prepared Hyunjin for what was to happen next.

Both his parents were crowding the kitchen countertop when he walked in, skimming through a piece of paper. They were beaming, eyes crinkled as they smiled. A reminder that Hyunjin resembled both his parents. He blinked in confusion as to why his parents looked so happy. He didn’t think he'd seen them this happy before.

“What’s going on?” he questioned, peering over their figures to look at the paper.

On the paper were words he’d only seen in his dreams. Never in a million years he would’ve thought it’d manifest to life. His heart skipped a beat as he read the words over, and over.

“You made it, sweetheart,” his mother’s soft voice spoke, confirming his suspicion. “You got accepted. Beaux-Arts de Paris.”

“Eomma,” he mumbled, as if he was pleading. Pleading for this dream to stop. Somebody’s got to wake him up from this nightmare of a day. “There’s no way.”

Hyunjin picked up the letter, inspecting it closer. As though if he looked any closer, the words on the pristine white paper would change. Reject him. Or maybe, the logo of the prestigious school would magically transform into a logo of a school in Seoul. Anything, anything, that would keep him here. In Seoul. With you.

“You did it, sweetheart. Your dreams are coming true,” his mother keenly said, pulling him into a side hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

His dream? It was his dream, and, yours. No, scratch that — it wasn’t truly his dream. It was yours. His dream had always been to be wherever you are.

He didn’t think he would be accepted. When you told him you were rejected from the Paris Ballet School, he told you that he was rejected, too. He didn’t tell you that he was waitlisted, under the impression that he was never getting out of the waitlist. What was he to tell you now?

Hyunjin hid his sadness, wanting to make his parents proud, “Yeah. I did it. I’m so happy, eomma, appa.”

A series of praises left his parents, and he allowed for them to engulf him in a hug.

“Don’t tell Yn, ‘kay?” he muttered, before excusing himself to go upstairs. The acceptance letter was neatly folded, tucked into his pocket.

When he swung his bedroom door open, you were standing in front of his full-length mirror. Clad in only his t-shirt, you inspected yourself.

“Hey, Hwang Hyunjin,” you muttered, turning your body. “Your clothes are bigger than me now. You used to be so small.”

You looked at him, mock dismay in your face. “I was so much taller than you before. You were a dwarf.”

How was he meant to tell you about Paris?

“I was never a dwarf. You were just too busy looking down on me.”

Giggles left both of you. Silently, he observed the way you were examining yourself. You had the mannerisms of a ballerina, each gesture as gracious as your dance. Hyunjin adored the curves of your body, but God knew he loved that of your smile even more.

Later, you were both laying on his bed, you in a starfish position. Hyunjin was at the edge of his bed, trying his best to not fall.

“Ballet was so hard today,” you sighed. You turned your body sideways, burying your face into Hyunjin’s chest. He could smell you in this closeness.

“Are you wearing my deodorant?” he queried, bowing to clasp his nose onto your shoulder. It felt like a kiss to him. “This is literally the smell of my deodorant.”

You shrugged. “Yeah? What about it? You should’ve gotten used to me taking your things by now, Hwang Hyunjin. I’ve been doing this our whole lives.”

Touché. The boy sighed, letting you fill in the silence with your babbles. Wordlessly, he listened to your words, letting it be the white noise to his thoughts.

His head was clearly not there. Unbeknownst to him, you knew of this. He’d been off all day. You’ve picked up on each signal, knowing him like the back of your hand. As much as you wanted to know what was wrong, you knew not to pry. You resorted to comfort instead.

Your fingertips met at the back of his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He was never one for physical touch but sometimes, it helped. You leaned your head into his neck.

Gingerly, you whispered the words you thought he would need.

“You’re always here, around me. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

The exact words he did not need to hear that day.

How was he meant to tell you of his feelings now?

Especially when he was leaving — oceans away.

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sp4cepunisher · 2 years

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anti-hero [ e. williams ]

summary ; ellie can’t even love herself, so what ever made her think that she could possibly love you?

warnings ; 18+ themes, mdni ! bone-crippling angst, strong language, a couple of mentions of / allusions to sexual intercourse. basically just ellie being a cold, stubborn bitch + reader not really understanding why.

author’s note ; *puffs out cheeks* ….heeey! sooo, it’s definitely been a while! but, here i am, hands cupped and arms outstretched to you with a brand new angsty ellie fic. hopefully this one doesn’t get lost within the depths of the tags because it appears that tumblr just hates me and never promotes my stuff! either way, i hope this makes up for my disappearance + i actually feel really good about getting back into writing! *fingers crossed* plus, the minute i heard ‘anti-hero’ i thought of ellie not allowing herself to really feel anything because she believes that she is the last person on earth who deserves love and being the cruelest, meanest bitch as her only coping mechanism when she cuts people off…. *shrugs* let’s just hope this doesn’t absolutely suck! okay love u bye!! <3

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ellie knew she never should have done it; knew she should never let herself do it again. she actually thought that she had more control over herself, that perhaps she had learnt from her previous mistakes and knew her boundaries well enough now, from those countless nights spent staring at her concrete ceiling, blankets strewn across the mattress, far away from her body and her brain whirring and spinning like a microwave. she had actually tricked herself into thinking that she could recite those boundaries on her own stage like a kind of grand monologue the next time she was given the chance, but had instead found that the stage fright flooded her throat before the spotlight had even warmed her face, time and time again. still she continued to make the same mistake that had tarnished her conscience time and time again, but this time the guilt was hitting the pit of her stomach like a ten tonne weight; this time ellie had allowed herself to let you believe that she was capable of loving you, and now she had to try and make up for it.

the problem didn’t lie in ellie’s incapacity to recognise when she had done something wrong. ellie had regretted it the moment it began; the moment her fingertips started dancing over her remorse as she felt the gentle impact of her couch cushions hit your back, and had allowed herself to climb your body like a child in a tree; allowed herself to wrap your every limb in ribbons cast out from her lips like your body was a birthday present that she was in the process of wrapping meticulously. instead, the problem was deep-rooted in the girl’s idea that an admission— a dive into the pit of her entire self in search of a meaning hidden behind that stubbornness— would make her appear weak. or, even worse, allowing someone else into her own little world for any considerable length of time. she believed that letting foreign hands open up those shutters on her window to the world would achieve exactly the same end result, and she couldn’t deal with that. but on top of everything else, ellie couldn’t face falling in love. she couldn’t– wouldn’t allow herself the pleasure of giving in. not to anybody.

you, on the other hand, had been blissfully unaware of ellie’s state of mind for the entirety of the time you had spent apart from her. you hadn’t seen her since a week prior, when the two of you had spent the night together, but yours had been the only body remaining in the bed when the sun spied through the curtains the next morning. the two of you had made a habit of smoking any of the weed that either of you had happened to stumble upon on runs; you didn’t make it a priority, obviously, but made more of an effort in remembering to flatten your hands out slightly more when reaching into the back of a bedside table drawer, or remembering to be slightly more thorough when rifling through boxes underneath a bed. you both enjoyed the sensation of being blazed senseless, having philosophical conversations one minute and then, after one of you would pull something out of the depths of your ass, both ending up squirming around like idiots from laughing, the next. that was your favourite thing about the friendship that the two of you had; it didn’t really matter what kind of occasion it turned out to be, you always found a way to have fun, despite not having been friends for that long. and, granted, (and especially in this case) sometimes that happened to be too much fun. you hadn’t ever really experienced being with someone the way you had been with ellie; where things just kind of… happened. no theatrics, no kind of irritating build-up, no stolen glances across a crowded room. just the two of you enjoying each other’s company, and then enjoying the sensation of gasps being swallowed into each other’s mouths, smiles pressed against lips between kisses, and the couch jolting in time with rhythmic movement. that kind of effortlessness was precisely the reason why you were so excited to see her again that night, eagerness evident in the speed at which your knuckles knocked on the wood of her front door.

it took a minute or two for the door to be pulled back to reveal ellie standing in her oversized grey hoodie and black jeans, a cocktail of both confusion and disinterest washing her face like a watercolour painting. this had become both of your routines for the past month where, every weekend, the two of you would hang out in her dingy little garage, with your only goal being to get so high that you barely even remembered your own names, which is why you couldn’t wrap your head around the blank expression that had met you on the other side of the door, as if you had gotten the wrong day, or she had just forgotten who you were, altogether.

“hey,” your breath was visible before your face, dancing in the cold air that stood between the two of you. “you good?”

“uh, yeah, i…” ellie finally spoke, licking over her lips. “what are you doing here?”

you weren’t sure whether she was just messing around, eyes flicking between both of hers in an attempt to figure her out. “…well, it’s saturday night?” you tucked your hand into your back pocket, fishing around for the small bag of weed which inhabited it before pulling it out and dangling it between your index finger and thumb. “we’re gonna smoke. are you… stoned already, or something?” not even the sight of pot was enough to tear off the stony mask which remained upon the girl’s features, and a kind of dull ache was beginning to situate itself within your stomach at the realisation that something was off. the girl who, on any other saturday night, would practically drag inside after a long day at merely the mention of the word ‘smoke’; the girl who, just seven days before, had leaned in, totally disregarding the mess of drug paraphernalia between the two of you on the couch, and kissed you, rendering you totally breathless and giving you just a glimpse into the rest of the night’s activities.

ellie sighed, teeth pulling at the inside of her cheek as her eyes flicked between yours and the bag of weed which was now beginning to appear pretty pathetic. “no, i… i’m not in the mood tonight.” she knew that the last thing she should have been doing was attempting to cut you off with no real, solid reason, but she was just too fucking stubborn- way too comfortable in her routine of futile hookups and easy goodbyes- to treat you any differently. “just go home, (y/n).”

“are you… i can’t figure out whether you’re fucking around? are you joking-”

“fuck, (y/n),” her voice shifted then, impatience present in her words as she spoke, her tone a little harsher now. “what are you not getting?”

your breath hitched in your throat at her cutting inflection, a cold rush shrouding you like a raincloud over a field of sunflowers. “what?” you questioned, stuffing the little bag back into your pocket, partially out of embarrassment but also out of frustration at the girl’s sudden, unkind nature. “i don’t know, ellie. maybe i’m just not getting the fact that this is what we do every weekend; i come here, we hang out and we get high, but now you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before in your life? like i’ve done something to piss you off?”

“i told you, i’m just not in the mood tonight.”

“you’re always in the mood to smoke, ellie. so, what’s the real reason?” you let your teeth dig into the inside of your lip as hard as you could manage without drawing blood, feeling your eyes begin to sting with the prick of tears, which you refused to let spill, no matter how hard they threatened to. your eyes wandered over the brunette’s face, determined to seek a hint of how she was feeling, of what was going on behind her empty gaze. the difference between the way she was looking at you now, versus the way she had been looking at you the last time you saw her was frightening, and then it hit you. you swallowed. “is it because of what happened?” you watched her then, for any kind of reaction to what you had just said. your heart was beating ten to the dozen inside your chest, blood whooshing in your ears as your eyes flicked desperately between both of hers, which had seemingly lost their piercing greenness in the timeframe in which the two of you had been talking.

ellie pressed her lips together into a thin line, her shoulders lifting and then dropping in a shrug, which to her was just a kind of nervous break from the conversation, but to you, appeared rich with disinterest and arrogance. ellie knew that she had disappointed you, watching as your sunny disposition didn’t take long in setting behind her belligerent hills as soon as she had greeted you. you had appeared so happy to see her after the night that the two of you shared; the way she had behaved, she knew, was different to how she had behaved with any of her other one-night stands before. the pureness in her intent to make you feel good, from the bottom of your body, right to the top; how she had pulled you from her couch to her bed, being careful not to push you down too roughly and ensuring that you didn’t hit your head on the wall behind you; the way she had remained awake long after you had fallen asleep once the two of you were finished, watching as your body swelled with breath, how your eyebrows would furrow ever-so-slightly as you dreamed; the way she had cursed herself in that moment, condemning her own actions and vowing to never do it again. because, after all, and no matter how hard she tried, how could she ever even begin to love you when she couldn’t even manage to love herself?

“that’s a really shitty thing to do,” you whispered, eyes noticeably shining. “especially to me. pretending to care about me for a night, just because you knew i would let you, because we were both stoned, and then just… just pretending i don’t exist. as if we weren’t ever going to see each other again.” you wondered whether your words would evoke an explanation. perhaps an apology, anything. the way in which the girl before you was looking at you, almost as if she was looking through you, caused both your eyes to sting, and your blood to boil. “and then not even having the balls to give me a real reason as to why you’re acting like such a bitch.”

“go home, (y/n).” ellie was adamant, hand still gripping the handle of the door as if she had been wanting nothing more than to simply cut the interaction short and shut the door in your face without saying another word, this entire time. “i don’t want to smoke with you, i don’t want to talk to you, i don’t want to be around you. so, just… just go home.” it took only a few seconds before you turned around without another word and made your way back down ellie’s driveway, fingers running through your hair and pushing it away from your face as you passed beneath the streetlights and then finally disappeared out of view. with a push, ellie replaced the wooden partition that had previously stood between the two of you and rested her back against it, exhaling heavily and finding herself alone again, exactly as she had wished to be in the first place.

she knew that she had just thrown everything away that the two of you once had; your strength in friendship, in intimacy, in security. she had once thought that letting someone in would surely ruin her; strip her of her armour and render her powerless, even if that someone had been you. but, as she closed her eyes and remembered that look on your face as your brain had processed her words; as cold as ice, a pristine blade which had cut down your keenness before it had even been given time to become fruitful, she began to wonder why she had allowed you to root for her for so long, in the first place.

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skzoologist · 8 months

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Hi hi, so I wanted to say I absolutely love your account. I was the anon who sent the very first two requests, I just didn't have the courage to send a non-anon ask. Could you maybe do something on Bae at the VMAs as Skz are performing. I think it would be really cute. It's ok if not though. Again love your account it makes me so happy

Thanks, Bye-Bye 😊

word count: ~615

warnings: none, Bae just got lost, as usual

a/n: Hey-ho! So it was you who sent those absolutely adorable and fitting first asks! Thank you so much, they still mean so much to me 😭 And congrats on sending this on non-anon, but don't ever feel pressured to do so! I accept anons and non-anons equally, so feel free to choose whichever one you feel more comfortable with. Really, thank you so much for loving this really niche and small account, it means a lot to me, especially because you are one of my regulars. I do notice you guys, don't think otherwise. I had to rush this if I wanted to post it today, since I live in Europe so everything happens when I sleep, and I also had an appointment to make today so. Yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this little drabble, I can always write more if you'd like 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Chan was befuddled.

His tallest kid was missing somehow, even though they were next to each other just 5 minutes ago.

Bae always did this, somehow disappearing unintentionally in the blink of an eye, leaving his band members in blind panic, trying to find him. Especially their leader, Chan. He swore he had white hair at this rate.

"Guys, guys, have you seen Bae? We're supposed to be on stage in like 20 minutes." - Chan asked, slight panic settling into his voice. "Where is he... ah, there. Hyung, look up." - Felix instructed immediately, the elder's eyes following.

"See that faint, moving dot on the ceiling? Somewhere under that is Bae hyung." "Wh... Is that a pointer? Why's there a pointer on him??" "Minho hyung had enough of searching for Bae hyung, so I put it into his bun, since I helped with his hair today. It's subtle enough that only we will notice it." - Hyunjin replied this time instead, amusedly looking at the moving dot of light on the ceiling. "How the... Nevermind, this is genius. Now let's go and get him." - Chan murmured out, his leader persona taking over.

The group swiftly made their way through the sea of people, careful not to bump into anyone. It was hard, but they were used to it, having been in similar situations before.

"Is that...is that Taylor Swift? Is he talking to her?" - Jisung murmured out, disbelief dripping from his voice.

And sure enough, he was right, their tallest member was standing in front of the celebrity, casually talking and... even slightly smiling? This shocked everyone, not used to their shy member doing such things. He usually just stood there silently, whenever they had to talk with strangers or acquaintances. Or even when they had to make a speech. Bae was basically a living decoration in those times.

"Bae?" - Chan asked, gaining the attention of the lost lamb. "Oh, the others are here too. Pleasure to meet you." - she introduced herself, causing everyone to immediately greet her back with a bow.

"Our time is up it seems. Take care of him boys, if everyone learns that he is this cute, even though he looks scary, everyone will be all over him. Oh, and good luck!" - and with that, she left with a smile and a wave, leaving everyone gaping at her leaving form.

"Okay dude, you gotta tell us what happened." - Jisung said as he gripped Bae's shoulders, the latter taken aback and embarrassed. "Yeah, you never do this with people! What did you do to our hyung??" - Jeongin added in, looking for the apparently lost, true Bae.

But Bae didn't really answer, he just looked away, lips pursed and cheeks dusted with a faint red colour.

"Did you get lost and she helped you?" - Seungmin said this time smugly, causing Bae to cover his face with his hand, basically confirming the puppy's statement.

This only caused everyone to burst out into laughter, gathering nearby people's attention.

"Can't believe you did it again! And S-STAY's gonna clip it, once again! They're gonna make entire compilations of you getting lost at this rate, I can't believe this!" - Felix forced out between bouts of silent laughter, trying hard not to laugh out too loudly. "Y-you mean, make more compilations? He already has several, dude!" - Jisung added salt to injury, both earning a little hit on the head from Bae. "He does, he does! Ah, don't hit me, I think it's cute." - Changbin defended himself, but it was fruitless.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad we're all happy and having fun, but we really need to go now and get ready. Especially you, our lost little otter, because you're our opening act. Now go, go go go." - Chan ushered everyone out, like a mother leading his little chicks.

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mikhardwheat · 1 year

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Eddie learns who the well-known “babysitter” is.

Eddie: hey, so I was wondering, who is your "babysitter", as you say, because it never came to my mind, how can you all have one babysitter and aren't you, like, too old to have someone looking for you for money Lucas: he isn't getting paid Eddie: what Mike: he's basically volunteering as our chauffeur Dustin: he asked me once if we're going to pay for his fuel Lucas: not happening Mike: wasn't he the one who offered? Lucas: yeah, we didn't even ask for it Dustin: it was months ago, he didn't bring it up since Lucas: he probably just tried to be funny, man is hopeless Mike: tell me you laughed, because he'd try to make the same joke again, just to prove something Dustin: no, I didn't Eddie: so, who is he? They hear some shouting outside, sounds like Erica and someone else are arguing. Lucas: please, not again Dustin: hurry up, before she makes him cry and we all go home on our own Gareth: did this happen before? Mike: not really, but we try not to underestimate Erica Jeff: fair enough They all go outside, Dustin already is annoyed. Steve: are we talking in different languages or something?! Erica: your’s called "dumb and irrational" Steve: how's it me who is irrational? kids aren't allowed to the front seat Erica: says who? Steve: the law?? Erica: excuses, excuses Steve: what can be a possible reason for me to make this up? Erica: others are kids too, you let them sit there Steve: they are older, and we don't have enough space in my car for y'all to be in the back Erica: someone can use your trunk Steve: no. Erica: why not Steve: because we have enough seats, and if someone is going to the trunk, it is you Erica: that's discrimination. Steve: no, that's because you're sho- They notice other members of Hellfire club, standing silently not far away. Steve's expression immediately changes. Steve: hi, guys, how was the- Lucas: don't you dare pretend like we didn't see you arguing with an eleven years old just now Dustin, to Eddie: it happens frequently, but we usually don't let them be together for long Dustin: Erica, I own the front seat Erica: didn't know it was signed Dustin: look under, I left a signature ages ago Steve: you did what?? Steve runs towards his car to check out the bottom of the front seat, meanwhile Hellfire club starts saying their goodbyes to each other. Steve: Henderson, I almost had a heart attack, why would you lie about vandalizing my car... Steve looks around, all kids all already in their seats, even Erica. Dustin pushes him away and sits down in his place too, leaving no room left for arguing. Steve sighs, closing the door, and turns towards Eddie, who's still standing, watching them with a clear disbelief behind his eyes. Steve, smiling: kids, amirite? Eddie: Steve: Eddie: Steve, already concerned: dude, you okay? Eddie clears his throat. Eddie: ye- yeah, I'm fine, thanks Steve: well, it's already late, so we should head back Eddie: yeah, you do that Steve: thanks for your permission Eddie: I didn't mean it like... Steve: I know Eddie: so, you are the mysterious "babysitter" I heard so much about Steve: babysi- He looks at the car, full of awaiting kids. Dustin checks time on his wristwatch and Mike sends him glares. He purposefully ignores both. Steve: yes, that'll be me Eddie: cool. Steve: cool. Eddie: see ya later? Steve: I guess? They stare at each other, time's passing. They keep eye contact for half of minute or so. Someone in the car makes a noise, it snaps whatever these two had there going on between them. Steve: bye, Munson. Steve: bye, Harrington. Eddie doesn't move until the car disappears from his sight. Eddie: Eddie: did I really just said "see ya later" to the king of Hawkings?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #jeff #gareth #steve the babysitter

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The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

Words: 1.4k

February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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excuse me for a moment while i go on a little rant about my limbus theory under a cut (and untagged because fandom scares me) bc i went on this rant earlier to a friend i want to post it

So one of the biggest complaints I've seen people have with the Dante-is-Ayin theory is that it's "bad writing to repeat the twist from the first game" and objectively, yes, but that's not what they're doing at ALL and I've said it before and I'll say it until I'm blue in the face. It's actually giving Ayin a chance to be a character with agency, and give him closure/a real ending.

Like. Okay. In Lobcorp. he has NO actual dialogue beyond player choices sometimes - which we know doesn't count thanks to games like Persona who have similar arguments about their PCs - and we never see his face until the very last Day of the game....and it's not even really 'him' it's basically his shadow talking to him! And even the flashbacks are almost certainly narrated by that shadow rather than the X/A we're playing as. Not to mention the amnesia for the first half of the game; and even after he remembers they call him A rather than X -- and we don't even get his full name until the very last lines of the game.

And let's be real here, I think it's very telling of his lack of agency that the last lines are "Your name is Ayin. Now close your eyes and fade away."

As he disappears into the Light he just spent the entire game generating.

Left on its own, and especially with the entirety of Ruina giving Angela closure and a place to overcome her trauma and issues, it's grievously unfair.

When half the plot of the game is Ayin helping save and guide the people in hell with him into closure and moving forward-- what does he get? Someone else telling him to fade away his role is over bye.

He doesn't get to get that closure and forgiveness and chance to move on that Angela does! He spends the whole game acting on someone else's last wish, someone else's dream, trying to save the people he'd condemned to hell and make up for his actions, and then he doesn't get to be saved with them.

He has no voice, no face, barely a name. No agency -- everything he does in Lobcorp is because of Carmen's wishes. Everything we hear about him is from the perspective of other people, and incredibly biased; even the flashbacks aren't from the POV of the X/A we're playing as but the 'shadow' (mirror self? haha looks at yi sang) from Day 50.

And more than that -- we don't know Ayin outside of Carmen. We don't know anything about his life before he met her. We don't know who he is, what he likes, what he wanted, what he studied, what he did before her. Everything Ayin has been in this series so far is from the lens of someone else. (So any theory tying him to Demian - even if Demian isn't related to Enoch, which is still possible - can still apply; because we don't know him outside Carmen, there could very well be a tie from before then.)

So Dante's faceless, voiceless nature, how they're just kind of forced into the situation they're in and how they're slowly gaining their own agency and deciding on their own will what kind of person they are and what they want to do, from their own perspective, as they seek to regain their voice and face and Self...

It's perfect.

It's not "bad writing" at all. It's like that quote from George Lucas: “Again, it’s like poetry, so that they rhyme. Every stanza kind of rhymes with the last one.” It's poetry.

A mirror of the first game, not a rehash of the same twist, a continuation of the story of the one character who never got his ending, who was never allowed to be a character, a person, who was never given his own choices on his own will, who was never given the opportunity for closure and moving on everyone else got. It's Ayin's chance for an ending, a real ending, one he's allowed to make with his own hands for himself. Face the sins and all that.

[Sits back with my 90+ page evidence document and sighs.]

#projmoonblogging #chara: the (A)lpha and the omega #listen. LISTEN. L I S T E N.#it's not bad writing!!!!#i know ayin's unpopular with a lot of the fandom but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a PROPER ENDING AND CLOSURE #especially after ruina like cmon guys. cmon.

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 6 months

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Chapter 3: Repeat after me: Homicide is not an option.

I can’t find the first chapters, so I’m just gonna post it here. Written together with @hannahhook7744 ♥

Jace was going to murder whoever was calling him this time.

It didn’t matter who it was. They were dead.

It was three in the fucking morning!

WHO CALLS SOMEONE AT THREE IN THE MORNING?!

"What the FUCK do you want—"

"Hey Jacey. Sorry, I know that it's late where you are but—"

Okay. Maybe murder was an overreaction.

"Oh hey Elle. What's up?"

Anthony snorted from the chair he was sitting in by the bar.

Jace decided to ignore him for now.

"Well, I was wondering where you kept Panos' insulin—"

"Oh did I forget to tell you about that? It's in a secret compartment in the chest under the hammock."

"Alright, thanks. Sorry for waking you—"

"No, no. It's fine. I was already up—"

This time, Sammy was the one to snort.

Jace shot him a glare but said nothing.

"Anthony?" Sammy asked with growing suspicion, "How come no one ever calls you?"

Disinterested Anthony Tremaine lifted his head from whatever pretentious novela he was reading at the moment.

"What are you talking about? Audrey calls me all the time," he said calmly.

"That’s not what I mean and you know it. She calls you to gossip, not to–" Not to ask for bail money or because of missing children or because they don’t know where the coffee is.

"I need to know what you did to make them leave you alone," decided Sammy.

"Burner phone, man. No one has the number. No one can call me but Audrey," Tremaine smirked, extremely self-satisfied and extremely punchable, "Now that we’re speaking about it, someone’s calling you."

Yes, Harriet. Who is still pissed about Anthony’s disappearance of the face of the Earth.

Sammy talked her through hopefully not killing anyone, and then turned back to Tremaine, who did have the decency to pretend not to eavesdrop. "One beautiful day, I’ll murder you," they promised him.

"Hmm, not if my girls do it first."

What an extremely normal and non concerning answer. But hey, at least it will be painful.

—Line Break—

Sammy's phone rang again.

And again.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Hey Sam. Sammy. Sam the man—"

"What did you do, Harry?"

"Cj and I need bail money—"

There was a scuffle over the phone.

"Hey! No—I thought we agreed I was doing the talking?"

"You're making him mad! Give it—"

"No!"

Sammy would like to state here and now that they were not paid enough for this. And that they were on vacation. And that they really didn’t want to know what the younger two Hooks did.

"Call Harriet," Sammy said. He wished the jail would stop offering the one free call."

"I feel safer in jail" Harry deadpanned.

"For once I agree with him."

Yeah no Sammy couldn’t argue with that.

"Uma, then," they offered.

"Once again, I feel safer in jail," CJ piped up.

"Hey! That’s my Captain you’re talking about!" Harry argued, "But yeah. Jail’s safer."

"I hate both of you. Call Gil, then."

"He’d tell Uma!"

"As he damn well should."

"Please, Sammy, just send us the bail money! You’re basically my favorite

brother!" (CJ. Of course it was her.)

"Hey! I’m standing right there!" (Harry. Who else?)

Sammy was tired of it. "Please, don’t murder each other while in the police office. And, I don’t know. Try Ginny."

To the twin screams of "Have you met her?!", Sammy hung up.

—Line Break—

Jace growled in frustration as his phone rang yet again.

For the sixth time in the last hour and for the one hundredth and something time since he left for vacation.

He was definitely gonna commit murder by the time they got back from Tahiti.

"Hey Sam?"

Sammy hummed in response—not looking up from his newspaper.

"How long is a life sentence again?"

Line break

"Sammy! Just wanted to let you know that Claudine might or might not be attempting an exorcism right now! In Castle Beast or wherever the nice fairy lady with outdated costumes lives! I hope you remember this the next time I need a tiny little favor! Bye, love you!"

Sammy stared at the phone in silent horror, the name of Ivy de Vil still on screen.

They were starting to think that burner phones might not be a bad idea.

Finally, they broke out of their stupor: "What the fuck does she think I can do with it now?!" They hissed at the screen.

"Do I even want to know why you're making that face?" Jace asked, barely glancing up from his cards.

They had been playing poker when Sammy got the text.

"No."

"Okaaaaaay then…. I'm just gonna take your word for it. "

—Line Break—

Jace winced as his phone buzzed.

Wondering what he ever did to deserve this.

Whatever this was.

He dreaded finding it out.

Knowing the people who had his number, it couldn't be good.

*Buzz*

The brunette sighed before deciding that things would go a lot smoother if he just answered now and not later. "Detective Jason Badun at your service. How can I be of service–”

"Detective Jason Badun," the voice was most definitely dripping with sarcasm and detective Jason Badun winced. He recognised that voice, unfortunately. He had just hoped that the god of the dead didn’t know how to use a phone.

"Care to tell me where my son is?"

Hadie. They lost Hadie.

First Chloe and now Hadie. He goes away for a day or two and this happens!

He breathed through his teeth slowly.

"Excuse me, I’ll be back with you in a second."

("Customer voice," nodded Tremaine approvingly, and nearby Sammy almost choked, trying not to laugh.)

Jace ignored both of them as he hung up and immediately dialed his cousin.

Harry didn't answer.

"That bitch!” Jace growled frustrated, ignoring the scandalized look another vacationer sent his way at his crude language.

Sammy did laugh that time.

"It's not funny, blondey! Hades is gonna murder me!”

"Not if you snitch to Persephone first” Anthony chimed in, drinking some coconut milk out of a straw. Looking bored.

Jace and Sammy stared at him.

Both clearly too stressed out to get his meaning.

The red head sighed. "Hades can't murder you for losing the kid he was supposed to be watching if you snitch on him to his wife for losing the kid.”

"... That… can work?” Jace asked, confused. As if the idea had never occurred to him before.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Yes. It works all the time with my siblings and cousins. Whoever snitches to whoever is in charge first is the one who is usually believed. Soo.. get on that.”

The other two continued to stare at him.

It was starting to become creepy—so he clapped. "Chop, chop. You gotta call her first, remember?”

Jace shot out of his chair, muttering curses as he scrambled to find Persephone's number (which he had for when Hadie was being particularly difficult).

Anthony snorted. "And they saw I'm the airhead.”

—Line Break—

Sammy abruptly got up from their seat, where they were scrolling through their phone, which was, for once, not ringing. So, just a bit of mindless media consumption, as you do.

But no. It was a bad fucking idea.

Sammy cursed as they resisted breaking the bloody device and muttered something like "You leave them alone for a weekend–"

They stormed away to their room before anyone could ask what happened; for the rest of the night, sounds of packing could be heard, interrupted by agitated but quiet phone calls.

Chapter 4: Okay so maybe Homicide is an option—

"Uh… Sammy. You okay dude?” Jace asked warily, watching from the doorway as the blonde frantically threw his clothes into his suitcases.

"Obviously they're not.” Anthony snorted, rolling his eyes. Still sipping on his coconut milk. "Are you blind?”

"It’s called common courtesy, Tremaine, you wouldn’t know," replied Jace. Sammy ignored both of them, well used to Anthony’s constant bickering.

"Whatever," shrugged Anthony, "I just don’t care all that much." He turned to leave, only for Sammy to call after him.

"You should care. Beauty’s name leaked, and I’m willing to say it’s at least fifty percent your fault."

"I’m not even there, how can it be my fault?" Anthony turned his nose up, while Jace tried to figure out what exactly happened. He was fine with saying it was Anthony’s fault, though, whatever it was. That’s what he gets for being so annoying.

"You're the one who suggested the stupid name in the first place and you're the only one who writes the full name of the ship down everywhere! Well, you and Harriet.”

"That doesn't mean it's my fault!”

"Wha—that’s exactly what it means!”

"Nuh uh.”

Jace sighed. "You are aware that you sound like your little cousins when you do that, right?”

Anthony sputtered. "I do not!”

Sammy kept packing—ignoring the two of them as they started to bicker.

…. Only for the TV to cut them off.

"Breaking news, teenage sleuth Harry Badun is leading a non peaceful protest at Beast Castle—”

"GODS FUCKING DAMN IT, HARRY!” Jace snapped frustrated before going to pack his own bag. As it was obvious that he was gonna be needed to fix the mess his cousin had made.

"What? You're going home too? Booo. You guys are no fun” Anthony huffed.

Both ignored him now.

"Whatever, then. Enjoy being killjoys I guess, good luck keeping those morons back home alive. Sam, say hello from me to everyone on Dead Beauty."

Sammy stared at him for a moment, before shaking their head.

"You’re so fucking dead, Tremaine. You know that, right?"

"I'm only dead if they can find or catch me. Which they can't.” Anthony replied, smirking.

Jace threw a sock at him—which hit him directly in the face.

"Ew! What the fuck Badun—”

#disney descendants #jace badun #sammy smee #anthony tremaine #they’re not paid enough for this.

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sarah-sandwich-writes · 3 months

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HOLD ON WAIT UP HOLD THE PHONE

I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR A FEW MONTHS THERE BUT HAS BLUE LIKE DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF A SERIES OR IS THAT A NEW DEVELOPMENT???

I FEEL LIKE ITS CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN FUCK Y E A H

Okay so

I...

have been cooking

by which I mean illusions of grandeur and

schemes

And I have not been forthcoming lol Everyone kind of disappeared all at the same time so I kind of stopped talking about what I'm doing but I have been biding my time, quietly putting mechanisms into motion and plotting and occasionally cackling over my cauldron.

I finished the first draft of Blue like don't forget about me and didn't like it so I cut out all the sci-fi fantasy stuff (bye bye aliens farewell superpowers) and in November wrote a new first draft that's all contemporary romance babeee and I'm so in love with it I'm turning it into a little 3-part (possibly 4 if I can't control myself) series.

The original childhood years have been split off into a prequel novella called Red like my bleeding heart in your hand. Then Blue like don't forget about me will take place 20 years later. Nash works at Cherished Hope Nursing Home

“And what is it you do? At the nursing home, I mean.” I wipe shit off of old people. And Teddy’s a hockey player. What’s Luke, an underwear model? He shouldn’t have come.

Teddy comes back to town for a funeral and

Teddy looks at him for the first time in twenty years and every ounce of warmth leaves his expression. Message received. He should not have come.

OKAY SO AND THEN the next book will be Jo's POV and is called Violet like these delights. and MAYBE there will be a 4th from Luke's POV bc he gets to live this time by the grace of god (me) but it'll depend on how Violet goes (its current state is mostly vibes and a single overarching theme so, stand by).

Red needs a clean-up round of edits to snip out the few little threads that connected it to OG blue. And rewritten blue is basically done. I've done the major revisions and am about to start line edits and after those are done I'm sending it out to beta readers (lmk if you're interested).

There are concise actual summaries in my pinned post btw lol

WHICH REMINDS ME

The series title is Wildflowers of Deliverance. Which I'm extremely proud of. Did you notice did you notice how each title incorporates a wildflower did you did you? and the town they grew up in where Nash and Teddy first met is called Deliverance!!! It's okay I know I'm a genius.

And this brings us to the meal okay? because like I said I've been Cooking™ quietly but steadily for a few months now. ANd what have I been cooking? PLOTS and PLANS

I've decided on a pen name: Sarah B. Elisa

I've created a(nother) side blog for it that will be exclusively centered on my og writing and geared more toward readers rather than writers like this blog is: @sarahbe-writing

I'm going to create a website (as soon as I convince myself to spend money)

and a newsletter (as soon as I convince myself to spend money and do work)

I'm still waffling between trad publishing and DIY. I really like all my hats and it would be a shame to have to share them but oh my god I don't want to do all the marketing but trad pub seems hit or miss on how well they market you so I might get half of my hats taken away and still have to do the marketing bullshit UGH

anyway

OH YEAH and the OG draft I wrote for Blue? I'm going to spin it back to its OG OG roots [parkner, naturally--Return of The childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to super-powered rivals to reluctant allies to friends to lovers finally wip!!! AKA: We Were Gods (we were kids)] and that will fix all the things that went wrong and I didn't like 😌 so it's basically like double Christmas I think

#i have been #a tad reluctant to use the tag list #since because I scrapped the whole plot and genre and started over #feels like a teensie bit of a betrayal?#so idk i think i need to make a post (way fucking shorter than this one) and tag everyone and see who still wants to be tagged in stuff?#or maybe im close enough to the finish line i shouldn't do tag list stuff anymore? I'm kind of wary of oversharing bc #i totally did before #and the word count is smaller now #and there aren't like Plot Twists #it's a romance we all know how this is gonna end #so idk that's mostly why i've been quiet like haha what should i say and to who?#But anyway this weekend I'm going to get my shit together and put up some posts and get the ball rolling again #share some excerpts #get people excited #put out a call for beta and sensitivity readers #you know. work lol #also i missed you and i'm glad you're back <3333 #my notes were sooooo quiet lol #and i don't just mean on my writing stuff i love seeing all of your tags in my activity like Yay that's my friend!! And they're yellin!!!#we love to see it <3 #anyway #:)

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earhartsease · 2 years

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I am once again watching the last quarter of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind, the part with the actual encounters and all the amazing ships and so on, and as usual I'm having Big Feelings about it all

imagine, if you will, being an autistic and secretly queer trans teenager in the 70s (in an abusive household with an abusive and very distant father, amongst other abusive adults), having seen all the "aliens are evil and want to enslave/destroy us!" film rhetoric from the past (that was basically just xenophobia and racism dressed up) and then you're 14 and you go to the cinema and see this in surround sound (and none of the effects are digital, it's 1977)

and several things really stand out for me

all the ground crew being so damn calm and professional (and let's face it, autistic) about it

okay a few show fear - I especially love that one technician who dashes for the portable shithouse - but mostly they're just on it

the deliberate haze around the ships and their lights, making it look so magical

oh my gods the ships and all their shapes and colours and tumbling

All the aviator shades

that moment when they're trying to communicate musically with the trio of small ships and finally the ships sing back - which is like having your distant parent finally talk to you kindly (if you were me)

the musical conversation (as a musician myself I was so in love with this) between the keyboard dude and the big ship, and him clearly just grokking it and getting into the groove well before the computers took over the chat

them casually slipping "when you wish upon a star" into the soundtrack when Roy is being briefed as one of the astronauts

little Barry saying bye-bye to the aliens

and just the sheer force of "hey look they're from somewhere else and they're different from us and we're just amazed and full of curiosity and love for them" and how damn healing that was and still is - I'm so tired of the "aliens as creeping horror threat" trope

seriously this is like the polar/solar opposite of the x files vibe - all the struggle in the film is with humans - this was literally the first time a blockbuster film said "yeah but what if they were benign and it was just beautiful"

oh yeah and two years later I was on a kibbutz in Israel for the summer with my friend, and one night we were smoking under the stars when one of the stars started moving, went really fast and then did a slingshot turn and disappeared up into the night sky at crazy speed and we looked at each other and just dashed indoors giggling (hey, we were 16)

anyway what I'm saying is you should really watch it, it's pretty damn awesome (have good sound on if you can, and persist through the middle bit which drags sometimes)

#close encounters of the third kind #spoilers i guess #ufos #cw abuse mention #i had to edit this to remove the word 'magical'#like five times

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romancesources · 11 months

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FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SERIES, ARCADE GANNON EDITION. (some of these are edited for general use, while some keep their context for the overarching fallout universe. feel free to change them around to suit your needs.)

what? did you expect me to applaud your efforts to support a deranged warlord?

you are bad for helping them. please stop.

if you can find a way to push them out of the picture as well, i think everyone will be better off.

the only way to ensure relative safety and independence for the people here is to prevent others from taking control of the region.

i'll be here. just don't expect me to fend off a gang of super mutants while you're gone.

just as a warning, my covert bandaging skills are a little rusty.

i'm not standing here because i'm overburdened with emotion. take some of this stuff off of me so i can move a little more easily.

hmmm. might need some antidote here.

yep. that's poison.

will the medical wonders of the post-apocalyptic world never cease?

if you could spare any ammunition, that would be really terrific.

it is my medical opinion that that could have gone better.

i could use a syringe of med-x or two... or eight.

back to the tomb, i suppose. If you need me, et cetera.

i'm hardly a whirlwind of death when left to my own devices, but all right.

we are coming for you. run, and we will catch you. hide, and we will find you. no matter what you do, you are all going to die.

fighting's not my strong suit, but i'll see what i can do.

if there's one thing there's no shortage of in the mojave, it's violence.

it would be nice if things could stop tearing each other apart around here.

did someone slip psycho into your water or are you just naturally berserk?

we have enough problems around here!

i thought my charm could win you over, but i guess it wasn't meant to be. are you sure you want me to go?

you have quite the menagerie at your disposal.

i'm just saying that if it were to fall into a lake and be irreparably damaged... and if you threw an emp grenade in after it...

well, there are worse things happening in the world, right?

thanks for asking. i appreciate it, i do.

back in your good graces again? i knew you'd see the light.

i'm really very boring. you'd get better stories out of a junkie.

i don't want to be... alarmist or anything, but maybe you should ditch that thing.

okay. don't have to make a decision now. just... sleep on it or something.

i guess they don't make 'em like they used to.

physician, heal thyself... guess it's a good thing they invented stims.

i don't think you need to worry about the specifics. basically, expect a lot of firepower and dead bodies.

let's just say it's truly a sight to behold.

it's the least i could do. all i ask is that you put it to good use.

i may not be the one to help stop him here, but you are.

fortis fortuna adiuvat. good luck, and good bye.

i'd rather they have it than allow all that knowledge to disappear.

i'd just prefer that it goes to an organization who are less likely to use it for... violent purposes.

that's a grim deal to make.

not all sacrifices are made by the willing.

but where is the lamb for this burnt offering?

that was their decision to make, not yours.

there are other ways to punish people, other ways to condemn their actions.

what we always do. whatever we can.

i was an only child and spent most of my time with my mother.

my father died when i was young and i never got over it.

oh... and i like medicine and reading books about failed socioeconomic policies.

right now, i'm sure you're asking yourself, 'why hasn't some lucky man scooped this bachelor off his feet?' like i said, i'm very boring.

some people do. i just... don't.

look, i appreciate that you're trying to be friendly, but i'd just rather not discuss it.

why do they need more power?

hmm. that's a valid point.

i'm not really behind them in all of this, but the last thing i want is panic in the streets.

i'm thinking that i'm leaving because you are a sociopath. good riddance.

what's changed since then?

there's something i need to go do, but i'll catch up with you later. thanks again for your help with the others. it means a lot to me.

you can't hold onto a past you've never had.

what's the point of surviving the war?

no way are they getting away with this. i'm not letting it happen. you're not letting it happen.

they abdicate responsibility to a myth of historical inevitability.

i suppose you're right. when you're part of something for that long, maybe it's impossible to let go without losing part of yourself.

i'll always feel like something is missing from my life.

not everyone dreams of being a revolutionary, i suppose. maybe we can't all change the world.

maybe it's enough just to do good for the short time that we're here.

it seems presumptuous of me to think that i could join the fight, even if this is a cause worth fighting for.

if you lose your humanity, then i suppose that is all that's left.

victrix causa deis placuit sed victa catoni.

in the words of socrates, 'go fornicate yourself.'

okay. i just wanted you to confirm that i'm traveling in the company of an insane fascist. thanks.

the people who live here don't deserve to be victims of your misguided attempts at political engineering. or are they just collateral damage?

great! you're either unimaginably cruel or profoundly insane!

i hope you get everything that's coming to you.

all i know is that you are a bad person and i don't want to be around you anymore.

because everyone would be conscripted or enslaved. and the people who are unfit for military service or slavery would be put down.

overt flirtation will get you everywhere, you know.

caveat samaritanus.

oh, you know. finding alternative treatments for common illnesses and injuries.

there are worse things one can be, though i do admit, it is a bit boring.

don't mind me. i'm just voicing my thoughts so they don't burrow out of my skull in a fit of abject despondency.

i'm enthusiastic about helping people, but nihil novi sub sole.

but the side effect of medical success is that more people live longer. funny how that works.

cuts, lacerations, broken bones. infections resulting from all of the above. common cold, influenza. take your pick.

there are plenty of ways to die out here, and most of them, surprisingly, don't have anything to do with war. just common human fragility.

no offense intended, but why should i go anywhere with you?

short of canceling our imminent travel plans, that's the best thing you could have said.

no disrespect intended, but you aren't the first person to dream up the idea.

i can't say i understand your obsession, but for that i suppose i'd have to spend a night in your grave.

i'm here because of you, so i figure you're the one most deserving of it.

why don't you make like odysseus and get lost?

for as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so will this place, without your presence, bring delight.

interesting way of handling things. very sub rosa.

it's hard to find justice in all of this, but i suppose this is as close as it gets.

i'd like to assume that we're tiptoeing into the mouth of hell out of academic curiosity, but i'm not so open-minded that i've lost my brains.

i'm no botanist, but i think this may not be entirely natural.

it's a shame what happened up here. i understand arguments about the 'fog of war,' but that can't be much consolation to the survivors.

i'm not exactly a mercenary, but taking out scumbags of this magnitude wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep.

what a load of brahmin shit! can you believe that guy?

#rp meme #ask meme #fallout rp meme #sentence meme #mine.#s: fnv.

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OC-tober 2023 Day 3: Ritual

More Jay-centric stuff but it just fits so well, especially as the daily-routine type ritual. A little bit shorter today, but I had tryouts so not as much time to write. (Still did this instead of homework tho)

Basically, Jay walks his sister to school. Note that this is not Jay's biological family, but he has basically been adopted by Wren and he and Ivy are very sibling. For this, Jay is around 15, making Ivy seven.

Prompts: @oc-tober2023

CW: Mentions of harassment/bullying

“Jay, come on! We’re gonna be late!” Ivy had grabbed onto his arm and was attempting to tug Jay towards the door. Not phased by her fruitless endeavour to make him budge, Jay glanced over at the clock. If they left now they’d be almost half an hour early.

“Do you even know how to read a clock?” he teased, ruffling the girl’s silver hair. She stopped pulling on Jay long enough to smooth her hair, pouting indignantly at the accusation.

“Of course I do, and it says that we’re going to be late,” she yelled, giggling at her own joke as she clapsed onto his arm and resumed pulling. Though he could easily play along, it was funnier and cuter to stay completely still and watch her face get red with effort.

“Any help here, Mum?” he asked Wren, who was lounging on the sofa, reading while enjoying her morning coffee. He gave her his best pleading eyes, but she only laughed and shrugged. No help for him there, obviously. Left with little choice, Jay let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat. “Okay, let’s go,” he relented, trying not to smile when his sister’s eyes lit up in delight.

“Yay!” She clapped with glee. “Bye Mom,” Ivy said as she dragged Jay out the door.

“Bye, sweetie. Have fun at class,” Wren called out after them.

Now, out in the public corridor, Ivy suddenly stopped; Jay almost walked into her. She paused for a moment, lost in thought, then plastered a devilish smile onto her face.

“You’re gonna carry me,” she announced as though it were the most obvious idea in the world. Jay raised an eyebrow at her.

“Am I now?”

“You are,” she confirmed. Well, Jay couldn’t say no to that now, could he? He hoisted her onto his back. Thankfully with his added strength, he couldn’t even notice the extra weight. One of the only useful things about his powers, really. As they headed to the classroom wing, people often glared at them as they passed, but Jay knew it wasn’t because a teen was carrying his kid sister to class. Luckily with Ivy around they didn’t dare say anything, and if she noticed the looks, she ignored it as well as Jay did. Instead she rambled away to him about whatever they were learning in class and fiddled with his hair. He made a mental note to go a different route to Aeryn’s office; they wouldn’t hesitate to let him know what they thought if he were alone. Monster. Murderer. Worse insults that Ivy really didn’t need to hear.

But even despite all that, Jay was content. Happy, even. No matter what other people thought of it he cherished the couple minutes a day they spent like this. Most kids her age walked to class on their own, and it’s not as though Ivy was any different. She could, she just didn’t want to, it was their thing.

“Okay, we’re here. Time to walk again,” Jay said as he placed Ivy down onto the floor. He peered into the classroom. Unsurprisingly, Ivy was the first one there.

“You want me to wait with you until Mister Karl gets here?” he offered.

“No, I’m fine. Bye!” Ivy replied as she disappeared around the corner. Jay turned to leave but saw Ivy pop back into the doorframe from the corner of his eye. “Wait, will you come get me when class is done?”

“Only if Aeryn lets me,” he teased and Ivy giggled.

“So that’s a yes. Okay, bye!” She disappeared again and Jay laughed to himself. His sister wasn’t wrong. If Jay told Aeryn that Ivy wanted him to walk her home she’d let him go, no questions asked. She always did.

#oc-tober 2023 #oc #Blades of Treason #BoT #Also i have just realized that the age difference between Jay & Ivy and Jay & Wren are both 8 years lmao #Out of context it makes no sense #but he was a kid and she was and adult and a mother already when she “adopted” him #so that's just the roles they fell into

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i can’t help it (aweSamdude)

Hello, sorry I didn't I'd post last week but I kinda had writer block so I did something. Everytime I had that I made a wheel of who to write next along with what prompts should I writ about. This week the wheel pick Sam and the prompt was you both playing with chalk like kids again. Anyway, the song of the week is , “ i can’t help it,” by JVKE from his new album. So here is that hope you do enjoy sorry it's short.

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It's date night for Sam and me. Every date we both take a turns on whose turn it is to pick last time was mine and we went to the aquarium. We had a good time there even Sam meet some of his fans as well they met me for the first time. Most of his chat would say he lies about having a partner. So he will beg for me to just join once which I just don't answer. But soon I will I promise him.

Today, Sam only told me to dress casually cause we aren't doing anything big. Honestly, I don't mind. Once the clock hit 5 he approached me which a smile. "Ready to do on our date?" Putting down my phone I smile at him. "Yeah ready as I will ever be." He went over to the counter and grabbed the keys as we start to walk out of the house saying bye to the roommates. "Before we go to the spot we are gonna buy some things alright." I just nod again. In the car, Sam usually lets me put the music and I put some of his songs on stream. The trip was nice. Driving into the city after the rush hour was always nice to me. Parking the car Sam just told me to stay in while he rushed inside.

Seeing him out of the store and walking back in he was excited. "Okay, now I got everything let's go on that date." All I did again was nod. So we drove to a place out of the town all there were just cement and light poles with swings. It was rustic like they were planning on building a park but never got to it. So there was only one swing. Walking out to sit in the front of the car. Sam was getting a duffel bag I had that was in the car placing all the supplies inside it. Walking over to me with a smile. "Okay now let's go I know it's not much to the eye but that's why I brought us some supplies.” Slowly bringing up the bag as I nod.

We made our way to the pavement where I was guessing the basketball was supposed to be. While he brought out the first thing which was chalk. “Chalk?” He looked over at me with a smile. “Yeah, I remember when we first started talking you said you would play with chalk outside in front of your house. And how you said you missed it. So,” he brought the chalk box higher, “I found this at the store surprising they had more than the original like 10 colors.” He sat on the floor as I sat next to him. Opening the chalk box with a smile. It was like nostalgia for my childhood as I drew. Honestly, I didn't know what to draw and I wasn't the best at drawing. Sam already started to draw well he tried to draw his logo or just his twitch emotes. While for me I just drew some balloons with some swirls. Sam would stare over and try to mess me up as I wipe some of my chalk hands on his back. Then that turned to him chasing me trying to get me back. Which he did eventually. Walking back over to the drawing I took a picture of them both. “I think I did better,” Sam would say as I looked over. “Mmm no, you just copy and paste your logo as for I went for the basic. You can never go wrong with the basics.”

We both continue to draw as a drip came from the sky I looked up to see a cloud. Before I could tell Sam the rain started as our drawing started to disappear. He went to go turn on the car with the car lights on putting on a song. All I did was look over as he open all the car doors for us to hear it from the outside. Walking over to give a bow holding out his hold, “a dance to end the night?” I accept his offer as the song started. We both dance together with our bodies closed. Then separate when the instrument changes the song. As the song faded to the next, he brought a hand close to mine pulling me in as I smile. “I love you” giving a smile to look at his lips and then eyes, “I love you as well Sam.” This date was for the books even if we get sick after today

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #dreamsmp #dsmp #awesamdud x reader #awesamdud x yn #awesamdude x reader #awesamdude #c awesamdude x reader #awesamedude x reader #awesamedude x y/n

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Sanzu Week 2022 Last Day!│Chapter 7: Birthday Gift

“Haru…” you softly spoke. He pointed the gun towards you, hesitation clearly showing. His finger, about to pull the trigger. …Bang!

“Stop, Haruchiyo.” The other man ordered.

You closed your eyes, thinking you were gonna be shot. But when you opened your eyes, you could see a white-haired man in a black tee, pointing the gun that Haru held downwards, saving you from being shot.

You heavily sighed in relief, knees dropping down to the floor, and tears flowing like a river. You could hear footsteps grow louder as they get closer.

The white-haired man raised your chin using his index and thumb finger. Taking a very close look on you while you were sniffling and tearing up. “Tell me your name,” He firmly told you. “Y/N,” you responded. Another tsk being heard from the back.

“I see. It’s nice meeting you again, Y/N.” He gave you a little smile, letting go of your chin and going back to Haru. He whispered something to Haru, but that was none of your concern. The man knew you?

“Wait… who are you?” It was your turn to ask. “Mikey.” He answered and went back to whispering something to Haru. A few seconds later, you calmed down. But then... “HAH?!” Haru’s voice echoed in the whole building. Making you curious and you looked at him. He was hiding the blush on his face. Mikey smirked then spoke, “Bye bye.”

“Wait! Boss!!!” Haru once again screamed. But he was too late, Mikey already left. You were clueless, still sitting there. Then Haru turned to give you a cold look so you tried to avoid eye contact. Looking away, he walked towards you. “Stand up. The floor’s dirty.” He spoke, lending you a hand. You slowly turned to look at him and his hand. Accepting his kind offer, you stood up and cleaned the back of your pants. It was still raining hard, so you both decided to watch the busy road through the one-way windows.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you softly confronted him. “I know,” he replied. “What do you mean by ‘I know’?” you asked. “You think you’re being slick? I’m part of the most criminal gang, let that be known, Y/N.” He spoke in a serious tone.

You huff, “So you and Mikey do those type of things now? Wow.”

“This is stupid,” he scoffed. “It isn’t, Haru.” You seriously said.

“I’m sure you have a reason for doing this. Your actions and you disappearing every single fucking time.” You lightly laughed, “It annoys me and I might come off as crazy for, y’know, still not letting go of a literal wanted guy that’s face hasn’t been seen. But you’re still the same. You and Mikey. You both still have a heart deep down. It’s just hard to search for and to tame.” You slowly turned around, walking towards him, “Your feelings will always need to be understood, Haru. Be it a murderer’s, an assassin’s, or the most wanted criminal gang’s.” You hugged him. “I can’t do anything to save you from your actions anymore but I’d gladly go down with you,” you slowly pat his back.

Seconds later, you could feel your shoulders get wet. Small sniffles heard on the side of your ear. You laugh it off, “Are you actually crying right now??”

“No, shut up.” He backed away from the hug, wiping his nose. You gave him a smile, then you noticed that the sun was finally back. Then you were finally able to take a good look at Haruchiyo. “Oh right! I promised to treat you cheesecake, right? Today’s good, yeah?” Not even waiting for his answer you grabbed his wrist and pulled him. You both went to the café that you told Haru about years ago. Thankfully, it was still open ‘til this day.

You went to the cashier and ordered while Haru sat down on a table. “I’d like two cheesecakes please, thank you.” You told the cashier. “Okay, two cheesecakes, is that all?” The cashier asked. You hummed yes as a reply. Then went to the table where Haru sat down. You kept a conversation going on between you two, basically catching up over the years.

It somehow turned into a serious conversation about what Haru did to you for years, especially the coma part.

“I’m… sorry for everything. I made you suffer over the years –“ you cut him off, holding his hand, “Haru… it’s okay. It hurt a ton of shit but you can suffer the consequences later on.” He painfully laughed, not knowing if he should feel relieved or what. “Actually, I –“ He was cut off once again.

“Here are your cheesecakes!” a worker came up to you two, giving you your orders. “Thank you.” You kindly told the worker as the worker walked away. Haru then started to enjoy his cheesecake, cheeks full. Having a small smile on your face, you started to enjoy your cheesecake as well, forgetting that he was supposed to say something.

After eating your cheesecakes, you both left the café. The moon was surprisingly showing up. Oh how time passes by so fast. You both were walking to I don’t know where either, until you remembered something, “Oh! Right,” you talked to yourself, Haru got curious and looked at your direction. You were looking for something inside your bag. When you finally found it, you handed a little bag to Haru. “Hm? What’s this?” He asked. “Open it yourself, idiot,” you teased him. He scoffed, slowly opening the bag. It was a necklace of his birthstone. With the name “Haru” engraved to it. “It was supposed to be a birthday gift for you back then but since you kept disappearing, I didn’t have the chance to give it to you. But Happy Birthday Haru!” You gave him a big smile. A sweet smile appearing on his face because you didn't forget his birthday. You were happy to see Haru smile again. “There’s something better that I’d like as a birthday gift though,” he stated.

“Eh?- Do you not like it? I’m sorr –“ he cut you off by grabbing both of your wrists, and placing his forehead on top of yours, “It would’ve been better if I got a kiss from you, y’know?” he slowly blushed but he chose to close his eyes instead. You chuckled, in nervousness and in embarrassment. Did he just- say that?- you asked yourself. “I love you so much. I wasn’t in my right mind when I hit you- I’m really sorry, y/n. I’ve always liked you. But I don’t think you deser-“

You kissed him. On the lips. Yes, the real deal kiss. Man, was he lucky. But you were luckier, you thought to yourself.

The light poles finally turned on, full moon, quiet streets, and him letting go of your wrist, hands travelling down to your waist, holding you tight, kissing you back.

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