#tragic he looked so beautiful in a show i will never watch again
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i want you to touch it softly (ao3)
believe it or not, this one isn't a wip, it's COMPLETE!
rated: m (to be safe, tbh could probably be rated t) | cw: drug use, horny discussion, eddie has a thing for his hair getting pulled (implied) | wc: 1.6k | robin/vickie mentioned, platonic stobin, mutual pining, steve being into hair care and skincare, idiot4idiot, the usual <3 title from ariana grande 'my hair'
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Steve’s curled into a corner of the couch, watching the movie with glazed eyes, his knees drawn up to his chest. Robin’s feeling a little buzzed herself, laying on her side on the other end of the couch, with Eddie sat cross legged on the floor in front of her, scribbling away in a notebook.
Without really thinking much about it, she reaches forward and starts playing with Eddie’s hair. He startles at first, glancing over his shoulder, but she just smiles at him and twirls a curl around her finger and he relaxes, so she doesn’t stop.
“Okay, I have to know,” she says, because really, Eddie’s curls are beautiful, just really dry and frizzy and she’s stoned and nosy and curious. “Is this a perm? Or is it natural?”
Eddie looks offended, shooting her a reproachful look over his shoulder and saying, “It’s natural.”
She nods, twirling a piece around her finger again. She can see Steve on the other end of the couch looking over sulkily. Jealous. She thinks it’s adorable, the way Steve quickly looks away when she glances over at him.
“It’s so crunchy,” Robin says, “how much hairspray do you have in here?”
Another affronted look. “None! I just washed my hair before I came here.”
It’s still a bit damp around the roots, so she knows he’s not lying. She gets her fingers really in it, pulls his head back a little bit, and he makes this weird sound in the back of his throat. It’s something between pleased and irritated, like when you pet a cat that can’t decide if it wants to purr or claw at your hand.
Steve huffs and pretends he’s still watching the movie, but Robin bets he’s jealous as hell right now. He has expressed to Robin several times how badly he wants to be allowed to play with Eddie’s hair but he can’t because that’s weird and guy friends don’t do that and he doesn’t want to make Eddie uncomfortable.
As if Eddie doesn’t melt into a puddle of horny lovesick goo the second Steve so much as brushes against him.
It’s not really her place to tell him how many times Eddie has complained to her about his own pathetic crush, though, so she never does. Just lets them both lament and pine and complain to her about how badly they want each other, and how sad and tragic and woeful their lives are that it’ll never be requited love. Pats Eddie’s shoulder when he covers his face and whisper screams into his hands when Steve walks by wearing those stupid jock shorts and lets Steve lay his head in her lap and whine about Eddie’s arms and his hands and his mouth and—kinda just everything.
(It’s only fair, though. They’ve both heard enough of her salivating over the short skirts Vickie always wears on their dates. And that one low cut shirt she wears that shows off her cute tits. The least she can do is listen, even if it kinda makes her want to bash her head into the wall sometimes.)
Steve likes hair, she knows. Skincare too. He likes products and he understands skin types and hair textures pretty well, considering she’s sure he’s never learnt anything cosmetic-related, at least not formally. He put her on some new shampoo a few months ago and her hair’s never been so soft and healthy and wavy before.
Eddie’s hair is dry. It’s kinda fried, even. It’s brittle and tangled and not really rough to the touch, but definitely not as soft as it could be, and she knows it drives Steve insane. Like, Steve likes Eddie’s hair like it is—she’s sat through way too many sexually frustrated rants about how badly he wants to mess it up—but he knows how to help it, and he wants to, because it’s like, his love language or something.
“Damn. Your hair is dry.” Robin glances sidelong at Steve again, trying to project her thoughts into his mind. “You should use a hair mask or something.”
“Some of us are poor,” Eddie says indignantly, jerking his head away. He scoots closer to Steve’s side of the couch, out of her reach, and glowers at her as he pulls his notes to the other side of the coffee table. “My hair’s fine, thank you very fucking much.”
“I’m poor too, dumbass,” Robin points out. “I just steal Steve’s stuff.”
Steve snorts, letting his head loll back against the back of the couch, his eyelids heavy. He’s been quiet all night—he gets that way sometime when he’s high, just stops talking and sits there, quietly listening to whatever’s going on around him—but he speaks up for the first time in over an hour to mumble, “Not stealing if I’m givin’ it to you.”
“Whatever,” Robin says, waving a hand. “Touch Eddie‘s hair, dude. It’s crispy.”
Eddie shoots a desperate, betrayed look at her, then says to Steve, “I will bite your hand off, Steve.”
“Mhm, bet you will,” Steve says, ignoring the warning, because Eddie is all cozy in his plaid PJ pants and Steve’s old hoodie and therefore about as threatening as a small gerbil, “lemme see.”
He reaches out to touch with only the faintest flush on his cheeks. It could easily be blamed on his high, but Robin knows him as well as she knows the back of her own hand. Steve is absolutely losing his shit right now. He’s just really good at hiding it.
“Dry,” he confirms. His hand lingers in Eddie’s hair and Robin notices that Eddie doesn’t bristle nearly as much when Steve’s the one with his hand all wrapped up in it.
Rude. But understandable.
“What the hell,” Eddie complains, but he sounds decidedly less irritated and a whole lot more flustered now. He’s nowhere near as good at hiding it as Steve.
Robin hides a smile when she notices how he’s not doodling in the margins of his paper anymore, but instead twisting a ring around his finger and staring hard at the wall.
Okay, she's more than aware of the fact that she started this, but she’s starting to think that maybe she should, like, go. Give them some privacy or whatever. Save herself of having to experience this.
“Th’s’not a bad thing,” Steve murmurs in his soupy, slow, stoned voice. Robin might not be into guys at all—especially not Steve, he’s like, Steve—but she’s not an idiot, she can tell in a purely observational way how the gravely sound of it could be sexy. She’s not completely oblivious.
Neither is Eddie, apparently, because there’s a strange glazed look in his eyes that Robin is sure has nothing to do with the weed in his system. His adam’s apple bobs as Steve runs his fingers through his hair, tugging a bit near the roots to pull Eddie’s head closer.
Eddie goes willingly. Quietly. Steve looks delighted, a big stupid smile on his face.
She is seriously such a genius. Steve owes her, seriously.
“Not a bad thing,” Eddie echoes.
“No, s’nice like this anyway.” Steve gathers it all into one hand, like a ponytail, before letting it fall slowly, playing with it like that over and over as goosebumps break out over Eddie’s neck.
“How do I—” Eddie sounds like he’s choking, the back of his ears and neck bright red. “Uh—make it better?”
“A hair mask might help,” Steve says, rolling onto his side so he can get both hands in Eddie’s hair. He’s too out of it to notice the violent shudder that tears through Eddie’s body. “You should do a porosity test.”
“Uh huh,” Eddie says blankly. Robin nearly cackles. Eddie has no fucking clue what’s going on. He checked out the second Steve got his hands in his hair.
“That’s the one where you see if your hair floats?” she prompts, when it’s clear Eddie isn’t going to say anything else, too dumbfounded to process anything that Steve’s saying to him.
“Mmmhm.” Steve gives a little smile, pleased that she remembers, and of course she does.
Eddie’s eyes shut and he presses his lips into a firm line at the sound of Steve’s agreement, like he’s fighting some kind of demons inside. Steve’s still got his hands buried in Eddie’s hair, eyes glassy as he watches the frizzy strands run through his fingers.
“Maybe high porosity. Feels rough.” He tugs a little, maybe on accident, or maybe he’s too stoned to think better of it. “Wanna try a hair mask?”
“Uh,” Eddie says.
Robin kicks him, not at all subtly, and he coughs, straightening up a little bit.
“Uh, yeah,” he chokes out. “Um… if you think it’ll help, I guess. Why not.”
God, Eddie owes her too. She’s such a good friend.
Steve’s hands fall from Eddie’s hair as he pushes himself up to a sitting position, somewhat clumsily. He catches Robin’s eye, biting his lip in an excited smile, and she grins back, giving him a thumbs up.
“If the pizza shows up there’s cash in my wallet,” Steve tells her, getting to his feet and offering his hand to an absolutely flustered-looking Eddie. “C’mon, gonna show you how to take care of those pretty curls.”
Eddie’s mouth falls open, gaping like a fish out of water. Robin can’t help but snicker, grinning wider when he shoots her a bewildered, panicked look over his shoulder as Steve tugs him towards the stairs.
She curls into her corner of the couch, pulling the blanket closer to her chin and putting her focus back onto the movie as she waits for the doorbell to ring. Grease is always a classic, and, well, whatever happens between her two favourite idiots next is really none of her business.
She does turns up the volume, though. Just in case.
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broken ankles and middle names
pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader
summary: after a silly accident involving the hogwarts' infuriating moving stairs, you're found by a certain quiet boy (whom you not-so-secretly adore).
warnings: no good exposition whatsoever, language mistakes, chaotic+flirty reader i want to be her!!!
notes: this is part of a bigger story that i will probably never finish writing, let alone publish, so if it seems completely out of context, that's why. this is also the first thing on this tumblr blog and the first written thing i'm ever showing to tumblr besides poetry!!🤭 i hope you like it 🤍 let me know
“what on earth happened to you?”
the situation is silly and absurd, so you laugh, despite the sharp pain that almost makes your eyes water. theo is kneeling beside you with a confused expression on his face, looking from your swollen ankle to your face.
“can you help me to the hospital wing? i can’t walk.”
all you have to do is look at him and he carefully picks you up from the cold floor. you put your arms around his neck for support. “i was walking up the stairs. and then the stairs moved. and then i fell. you know, i’m glad you’re here, there’s not a single soul on the corridors at this time of day, i was just going to get some books, i have free period–”
“you should watch where you’re walking.” his voice sounds like honey and if you weren’t basically laying in his arms right now, your knees would definitely go weak. but you act unbothered. “maybe i should’ve. but then you wouldn’t carry me. maybe this is a win after all.”
“you’re infuriating.” the small smile that cracks on his face doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when you can see his lips from up close.
“infuriating is my middle name.” there’s a lot of things you can see from up close. his eyelashes are long and he has more freckles than you thought. you like how the ends of his hair twist and fall on his forehead.
“annoying.”
“middle name.”
“stop with the middle names.”
after no more than a minute of silence you speak up again. “you’re so quiet.”
“you think so?” a normal person who doesn’t talk to theodore on the daily basis, probably wouldn’t be able to tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. but you are not a normal person. you pay way too much attention.
you come up with a response and giggle before you even get the chance to say it. “you could say that quiet is your middle nam–”
“if i dropped you right now, i bet you'd be whining like crazy.”
“there’s no need to test that.” you hold on to his neck a little tighter. “besides, you’re lucky i’m not whining right now. i’m in enormous amounts of pain.”
“i can tell. your ankle is twice its normal size.”
“you seem to know my ankles pretty well.” theo chuckles more audibly at your words and your heart flutters.
“that's my secret. i've been staring at them since fifth year.”
you gasp, pretending to be shocked. “i never knew my ankles were so desirable! now you got me worried, that fall might’ve been a threat to my beauty…”
“oh, very much so. you're lucky you had me there to carry you and take care of you in such a tragic moment.”
you never thought hogwarts' insanely big castle was exactly convenient. you’re constantly late for classes, walking takes up half of your daily life and you never know what is creeping around the corner. but now, when you’re being carried through it by the boy you like so much, maybe it’s a blessing in disguise?
“how far away is that wing?” you ask in a whiny tone just to get this attention, but in your mind and in your heart you thank merlin for the long corridors.
“don't you dare even start to complain now, after i carried you all this way.”
“i’m not complaining about you, i’m complaining about the castle. although i’m sure i could find some complaints about you…”
“oh?” he looks at you, slightly amused. “go ahead, do your worst.”
“well, for starters, you make weird comments about my ankles.”
“your ankles are my favorite thing about you.”
“that’s an insult.”
“you’re an insult.”
“MIDDLE NAME.”
he sighs and he calls you insufferable and you smile. you can expect the hospital wing right around the corner, but you wouldn’t mind staying in the pretty boy’s arms for a little longer.
#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott fluff#theodore nott#theo nott#theodore nott x fem!reader#theo nott fluff
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝟙 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀: 𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐𝕖𝕤 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 ℕ𝕠
pairing: Neteyam x f!Human/Avatar Reader
warnings: angst, tragic love trope, the one that got away trope, some fluff, all the feels
wc: 5k words
a/n: surprise??? today's actually the 3 months anniversary of cruel summer being finished, so i thought, what better occasion to drop the sequel than this?? i hope you enjoy besties, i'm so happy to write for neteyam and vol again, they own my whole heart now and always. i'm not sure if people who were tagged in cruel summer want to be tagged for this, so i'm only tagging the people that specifically asked for this series x
to clarify: this series will be following oceans and engines mostly, but both endings will make and appearance and play a part in this story x smooches x
♥ series masterlist ♥ cruel summer ♥ series playlist ♥ masterlist
“I can’t believe you’re mine. And I’m yours, Vol. I’m yours, I’ve always been yours. I’ll always be yours.”
I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit
Been saying "yes" instead of "no"
I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though
“Is everyone ready?” Neteyam was violently pulled out of a memory that he couldn’t shake, that still haunts him every night, watching as his father fretted in their once-shared marui, that he hasn’t spent that much time in recently. He sighed as he looked outside and saw his beautiful ikran that he has neglected in the past year, that was now waiting dutifully for him to bond with her so they can leave, that was another bitter reminder of a life so far removed, it didn’t feel like his own anymore.
He missed Seze, and the feeling of freedom that was so exhilarating, it felt almost wrong for a mere mortal to be able to feel, the feeling that only came with flying far away from the ground, from his problems and worries, from his responsibilities and all the sacrifices they entitled. He tried to ignore how his heart was in his throat, and the layer of sweat that accompanied the anxiety that has settled in his chest weeks ago, as soon as his father announced that they were to temporarily return to the forest, to be there for a special number of ceremonies. Norm and Max let him know that, after a few months of rigorous training, the both of them, as well as Spider... and you... were ready to take your Iknimaya and Uniltaron and become part of the Omaticaya.
It hurt, just like everything about it did, how life moved on despite it all, that it went on and on, and everything changed. It hurt that there he was, having to go back, back to everything he left behind… to everyone he left behind, to witness the life he could have had, a life that felt like a fever dream sometimes, especially now, with the pregnant mate he just kissed goodbye a few hours ago.
Neteyam’s stopped himself thinking about you for so long, it’s become second nature, to push the intrusive thoughts aside, to rummage through his increasingly deteriorating will in order to not allow his mind to bring the images of you in the front of his eyes like a movie on a screen, showing him every moment you shared, culminating in that last day, that still managed to somehow knock the breath out of him and make him dizzy and disoriented. Your touch still lingered on his skin, marking it like the tattoos that now adorned his arm and thighs, except the memory of you and your fingers tracing the freckles on his skin hurt more than any tattoo ever could. Neteyam excelled at everything he did, and so he never thought about you. Except today, when you were all he could think about, when the thought that he would be there to witness your Iknimaya, your consciousness transfer, when the talk he had with Kiri was the catalyst for it and was now ringing in his head, like unceasing echoes.
“Do you think they’ve moved on?” Kiri, much like her brother, shared so much with a human, so much more than could ever be said out loud or expressed into words, only to have it taken from her as she moved to Awa’atlu. Unlike Neteyam, though, Kiri wasn't willing to throw in the towel just yet, stubborn as she always was, especially now that the person she loved got an Avatar, now that he was working towards becoming Omaticaya, now that there seems like a second chance was bestowed on them by the grace of Eywa herself. Neteyam has always admired Kiri, and her joie-de-vivre, her ability to always speak her mind and do whatever she felt was right without infringing on their parents' rules, but also without sacrificing her own happiness, and her overall ability to thread the middle line between her two brothers, which were the two extremes of the same spectrum.
“Do I think who has moved on?” Neteyam knew very well who Kiri was referring to, but half-hoped if he acted oblivious she would just drop it. He should know his sister better than that.
“Stop. You know very well who.”
A sigh so deep it felt like it was exhaled from the pits of Neteyam’s soul escaped him, and he had to think about his answer, something he didn’t want to have to do.
“I don’t know. I hope she did.” I hope she didn’t.
“Do you?”
“…No.”
“Doesn’t it kill you? Knowing they have Avatars now? Because it kills me. it kills me to know I could have had all this time with him, if only I just waited, or fought harder. If only I tried a little more. If only I just went to mum and dad and just told them the truth. But maybe this means something, the timing. Maybe it means we had to leave and learn and see the world, to know that no matter what, for us, it will always be them. For me, it will always be him. Maybe this was the second chance at love I never even knew I could ever have.”
The news of your new Avatars reached Awa’atlu months ago, while Neteyam was having dinner with his now extended family, including his father and mother in law, as well as his mate, and for the first time since the night after you left, Neteyam needed to excuse himself and leave, taking his ikran and flying away, flying for hours, coming so close to just leaving it all behind, just so he could at least catch one glimpse of you again, just so he could hug you and tell you how happy he is for you, how much he hopes this Avatar can finally give you the life you’ve always wanted, the life you were always meant for, so he could watch the tears gather in your eyes and drop down your face and know that that very image would be enough to confess harsher truths that he should never think to say out loud again, like how he’s still in love with you and always will be, how nobody would ever be able to replace you, how he wishes every day things would be different.
In those months passed, Neteyam learnt to accept that much like he’s come to know in his life, and especially after you, some things just are not meant to be. That no matter how much love there is, how much desire to make it work, some things are beyond control, beyond any fight he still had in him. He believed in Eywa, and trusted her judgement and her will, and Eywa chose this for him. And he was happy, as happy as he could be, with his current life, with a mate that was strong, and intelligent, and kind and sweet, and incredibly beautiful, and the little baby that she was currently carrying in her womb, the little baby that would make Neteyam the happiest man in the world once they were born. Some things just weren’t meant to be. And your life together, the one you’ve left behind, the one he’s left behind, was one of those things.
“Stop. I have a life now, Kiri. A different life. I have a mate. I can’t think about things like this anymore.”
Kiri puffed and rolled her eyes, before getting up from her spot on the floor and leaving, but not before she said one last thing.
“Just because you can’t think about it, doesn’t mean you don’t.”
Neteyam couldn’t argue with his sister anymore, not when she was right, not when regardless how much his sheer force of will denied him visions of you, memories of you, at his most vulnerable, in his dreams, your smile was all he saw, your transcendent alien beauty his own personal sun, his own personal guide post and his light all in one. He couldn't deny you when, still to this day, the reminder of your eyes that shone like stars in the night sky, that were the mirror to your soul he could drown in and be thankful for the chance to be overcome in you and in the love that he used to know so intimately, in the laugh that still echoes in his ears, in the strength that informed his, in everything you were that he didn’t have anymore that still held power over him, was still able to empty his brain of every other thought that wasn't this, and wasn't you.
I hit the ground running each night
I hit the Sunday matinée
You know the greatest films of all time were never made
“Kid… are you ok?”
A hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your focused rumination, a state you found yourself in more and more these last few days, as the mostly exciting and somewhat dreaded arrival of the Sullys approached, a state that culminated today, as you were only a few hours away from seeing them again, from seeing him again. Your head snapped to the man who talked to you, a man who sympathised with your pain more than anyone else. Norm tried his best. After finding out about you and Neteyam’s relationship, he has kept the updates about the Sully’s lives to as much as he felt you needed to know, and you were grateful.
Still, you couldn’t help hear some things, huge things, monumental things, things that shifted your world on its axis and emptied whatever was left of the contents of your ribcage. It’s not like you didn’t expect it to happen at some point, and yet, expectations meant nothing when your mind still tried to cling on to every single ounce of delusion it could in order to survive. In your mind, you were still 18 and Neteyam was still your best friend and the dreams that plagued you every night, of an alternate reality you couldn’t help but still yearn for, one in which he was still yours and you were still his, one in which he never let you go and you were overwhelmingly happy and sickeningly in love, didn’t stop when you woke.
But that’s all they were, just dreams. Because in reality, you had a different life - a good life, a life you couldn’t really complain about, one in which you had an Avatar and friends and loved ones, in which you could finally breathe the air that poisoned you for the majority of your life, one in which you were about to become one of the people, the way you’ve always wanted… one in which Neteyam’s mate was pregnant with his child, one in which every last delusion you had came crashing down into the ground, forcing you to leave the past behind once more and wake up to the world surrounding you, that despite his absence, hasn’t stop moving on and along.
In the few months since you found out, you tried… you really tried, every day of your life, to take a page from the book of the rest of the world, and move on. You focused on training and on yourself, you threw the necklace Neteyam gave you that meant so much to you once, you put all the stuff that reminded you of him in a designated box that you never touched, that lay safe from sight beneath your desk, correctly labeled so as to not mistakenly pick it up and rummage through it.
You spent most of your days in your new Avatar body, testing the limits to which it can be pushed, working harder than you ever had to belong, to learn, to see, to leave your human self behind and embrace this body which will soon, with Eywa's will, be your only one. Having this body came with a lot of advantages, too many to count, one of which you never really considered, but now were trying to embrace: dating. Being openly courted, and wanted, the possibility of spending your whole life with one person, that chooses you every day, the possibility of mating, of experiencing tsaheylu with someone else, of having a family, it was all new to you... all new and overwhelming and bittersweet. You've never allowed yourself to think about the future before, because you knew it would only lead to heartbreak. What was the point, when the only man you've ever loved was out of your reach, when your body wasn't made for this world, where the possibility of bringing a tiny human to life only to watch them suffer the same fate of struggling between two lives, neither of which you truly belonged in, terrified you.
But now, you had to think about it. You needed to think about it. Did you want it, all of it, any of it? A family, a mate? Did you want to feel love again, could any love feel the same way, as poignant or powerful or earth-shattering as the one you had? Could anyone's touch or smile or laugh, anyone's eyes or hands or tahni, anyone's voice or embrace or beauty ever elicit the same emotions in you? You wondered if they did for him, and his new mate. You wondered if he moved on after all. You hoped he did.
You hoped he didn't.
You watched as Spider gobbled down the food that was placed in front of him, with enough ferocity to really buy into a notion that he has, indeed, never seen food before in his life. You rolled your eyes as you pushed a paper napkin on his tray, laughing at the way he hurried to brush the stray crumbs off his mouth with the back of his hand instead. Spider was very excited about today. You couldn't help admire this boy you grew up with, that you had to watch turn into a man and mighty warrior, and the simplistic way he approached life. Life was black and white to him, and more and more, you were jealous of the shades of grey that always plagued you, making everything a lot more complicated than it ever needed to be.
To him, life was simple: when him and Kiri were together, they were together and it was love, and it was all he needed. When they left, he realised immediately that it was outside of their control and that there was no other way, and understood them and moved on. That simple. Now that they're coming back, and he has an Avatar, and he will soon be one of the people, life is once more simple in his eyes - all he has to do is just... go for it. And he will. And you knew there was enough stubbornness and impulsiveness in Kiri that she would drop everything and join him.
Life had never been simple in your eyes. Your relationship with Neteyam... never simple. It was wondrous, and magical and unique... and it was sad, beautiful and tragic. When he left the first time, when they left, they took everything with them. When you went to Awa'atlu, and he confessed, he gave everything back and more. And then all you could do is watch as it was cruelly plucked away from your grasp, before you even had a chance to hold it tightly against your chest, before needing to let it go... forever.
Life was never simple in his, either. There was so much, too much to do, to achieve... so much to strive for, so much to make up for... so much to sacrifice. And it didn't matter. The love didn't matter, because there were bigger worries and bigger responsibilities. And in the end... maybe he found it was for the best. He might have had to give up being Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya, but Eywa rewarded his new life within the Metkayina with the privilege of leading a new tribe. Of being the father of the next Olo'eyktan, the first child born of a forest Na'vi and a reef Na'vi. It was a blessing. A miracle. Your nightmare. And one you'd have to face again, in a matter of hours.
It was strange, going through the village, seeing the grandiose garlands, fires and displays that were being put forward for the arrival of the Sullys. You weren't surprised, not at all, although it was easy to forget sometimes, when you remember the warmth and tight family unit, the intimate moments being buried in Neteyam's chest as he purred lightly as he drifted off, how in those moments, he wasn't the prodigy of the Omaticaya, nor the son of the greatest warriors on Pandora, but just Neteyam, your best friend, your confidant, your everything.
He was never yours to lose.
I guess you never know, never know
And if you wanted me, you really should've showed
"Ma Tawtute!"
The voice of Tarsem cut through all the commotion and perked your ears up, your newfound heightened senses still something you were getting used to slowly. You smiled at the sight of his smile, always wide and sincere when it looked at you. You were grateful for Tarsem. He somehow did for you and Spider what neither Jake, Neytiri or Mo'at ever did. He made you part of the people. Even before you got an Avatar. He showed you that the human proverb was indeed true - where there's a will, there's a way, and much to your infinite sorrow over the matter, more and more it seemed the Sullys had very little of either, when it came to the two human children abandoned here after the war.
But he did. Tarsem did. He took you both in, and trained you and allowed you to know a real family, a real sense of community. It was a bit surreal how quickly the other adapted after seeing how their new leader behaved. It was also surreal to think that you could have had this your whole life, and yet you didn't.
"Oel Ngati Kameie, ma Olo'eyktan!"
"Agh, I told you not to call me that. It's just Tarsem."
You watched carefully how his tail undulated wildly behind him, knocking into his thighs haphazardly. You were still trying to understand your own tail and decode the few patters you have noticed in others. Erratic tail meant excited... it meant happy. Was he happy to see you? Was the purple twinge in his cheeks just the result of the busy schedule he was forced to undertake in the past few weeks, the unrelenting duties of the chieftan that tired him? It had to be, because there's no way that-
A loud cacophony of war cries interrupted the moment, and right now, for just a second, you were almost glad. Only for a second, only until you remembered what the yells meant, and as you did, so did your mind start racing and your heart gallop in your chest, and you were glad, as you have been for a while, for the fact you no longer required a mask to breathe, because it would have been fogged blind by now, and you needed your senses - you needed to be acutely aware of your surroundings, of your own body, if you were going to come face to face with the family you once thought was your forever home, and the man you once couldn't imagine existing without.
You recognised their ikran immediately, the incandescent beauty and unmistakable colour patterns hard to forget, even if you didn't spend nights dreaming about them. Seze was last to land, and as soon as she did and he dismounted, you saw his gaze scanning the crowd awaiting him.
Your eyes meet and in a second, a sea of memories flooded your mind, flashing before your eyes like the stereoscope Norm and Max gave you on your last birthday. A thousand images, some that made you want to smile, others that made you want to wail in agony, all that tugged sharply at the string of your heart until it reminded you of all the loose stitches keeping it together.
As he approached, his eyes never leaving yours, you saw in them the same emotions you were going through, and it was easier than you thought it would be, being in his presence, and you realised you didn’t really want to die anymore, and the pain of his soul spilling all around you like endless rays of sunlight and all he meant to you had dulled slightly in time, but still, nothing changed, you realise sadly. Despite all the changes in his appearance, he was still Neteyam, still the man you loved and would always love, still not yours anymore.
“You’re a lot… taller than I remember.” his smile was soft and tentative, and you were grateful that he talked first, so that you didn't have to. He's always known you, down to the darkest corners of your being, and while it was a hard pill to swallow now, you appreciated it in the moment, his intrinsic ability to know exactly what to do or say, in order to get you to relax.
“And you’re a lot shorter than I remember.” you laugh and just like that, the tension dissipates slightly.
“It’s good to see you... Vol.”
Vol… the nickname electrified your every nerve, and you felt a whole year of progress slowly being undone, but unlike before, you knew how to put yourself back together again... you were forced to learn in time, and you were grateful for it now.
You smiled a little, and you took him in, all the changes a year brought forth that you weren’t there to witness. He was leaner, all the swimming streamlining his body a lot more than being in the forest ever did. He had a big, intricate tattoo on his left arm, and one on his lower abdomen. His signature braids were gone, replaced by half braids that opened up into soft curls. He was handsome, so handsome, but you missed his braids, and his more muscular appearance. He looked a lot less Omaticaya now, which you knew he would, but it still filled you with a sense of sorrow, the departure from his roots, from his true home… from you.
“It’s good to see you too, Teyam. Seems like the reef agrees with you.”
You let out a big exhale as he covered the ground between you and enveloped you in a hug, his head finding the crook of your neck, and you found tears haunting you at how well your new body fit in his, how you were the perfect height for the perfect hug, how your face almost moulded into his chest like the missing piece of the puzzle you’ve both tried to solve all your life, but will now never be able to. How unfair the universe, you found yourself asking again, to give you this avatar just a few weeks too late to matter, to change anything.
You tightened your arms around him and you stood there, in the silence, just listening to his breath and your own, and trying to ignore the small drops falling down your back. They weren’t tears, you told yourself. Not his tears. And neither were the droplets falling down your face.. Not tears. Not your tears.
Before either of you could say anything else, a sea of people, all who knew and loved Neteyam, all who wanted to greet him and talk to him and be around him, pulled you away from him and gave you a chance to greet your lost siblings. Lo'ak was taller, so much taller, and you were amazed to see his progress, not just physical, but mental - too. He looked confident, and happy. He looked like he found his home, his purpose, his people. Kiri, on the other hand, had eyes for no one other than one person, who, in time became the embodiment of this tribe you both loved so much - strong, valiant, forged in fire. Spider was as much Omaticaya as the people born here, and soon, he will be born again, a true man of the tribe, and gain his place amongst the Na'vi forever.
There were moments, infrequent and far apart these days, when you craved the intimacy: to be loved, to be revered, to be cherished once more. It hurt, right now, looking at Kiri and Spider, at the unspoken conversation they were having without a single word, that felt so intimate, it almost felt wrong for you to be able to witness it. You had that too, once. You wondered if anyone would ever look at you the same, ever again.
Neteyam felt overwhelmed, a feeling he didn't experience too often in life. He was being pulled away in all directions, by people he's known all his life, with wide smiles and words of congratulations and elation for the mateship, for the incredible new progress made with a powerful clan they've never been close to prior to this, for being the next Olo'eyktan, for news of his approaching fatherhood. So many opportunities, once greater than the other, he realised, and he was grateful - for the attention and the love, the care that never diminished even with his family's departure. He tried to listen and engage, but his eyes couldn't stop themselves from being drawn to one figure, and one alone.
It was surreal, looking at you, the you that didn't quite look like you, and yet, even twice as tall and a different colour... a different species altogether, even as you stood right now, back turned to him, talking to his family, you were still someone he would be able to recognise instantly, for the rest of his life. Your tail, a now clear window into your emotions, gave away the anxiety and alertness that mirrored his own. It was good to know this wasn't affecting only him, that much like your whole lives, as long as you had each other, neither of you ever had to go through anything completely by yourselves. He was sad, so sad, that he knew nothing about your life anymore, except for the small snippets he overheard or the few pieces of information he sought out in the few moments, far and few in between, when his heart didn't feel like it was crushed under the weight of your momentous memory, that was still too heavy to lift proudly, with a head held high.
Before his mind could wander in waters too deep and dangerous to safely swam in, the voice of the new Olo'eyktan pulled him out of his musings, and it was almost contagious, his celebratory demeanour.
"To celebrate the return of our Toruk Makto and his family, the brightest feathers in the bow that is the Omaticaya clan, and the upcoming Iknimaya and Uniltaron of our four Tawtute, I now declare the official start of the festivities. May the hunts of life forever bring you back home, Jakesulli, Neytiri, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo'ak, little Tuk. And to our little humans, may Eywa bless your endeavours and allow you to join us as part of the People, forever and for always."
He was good at this, Neteyam noted. Being a leader. Tarsem wasn't much older than Neteyam, but, right now, he felt like there were mountains separating them. He was poised and intrepid, he commanded everyone's attention in a way that only his father ever did, and he realised in that moment that, despite being heartbroken about it at the time, he had been right to choose him, instead of his own son.
The celebration was as exuberant and exhilarating as Neteyam remembered, and with the nerves plaguing him for weeks gently out of the way, he was able to enjoy himself and relax, catching up with his grandmother and his friends, all people he's missed dearly. The one he missed the most kept busy with his siblings, almost making a point to avoid him, which he couldn't blame you for, although the effort was not enough to prevent the way your eyes met regularly, subconsciously searching for each other, even now, after all this time. So many things have changed, monumental and forever-altering, and yet, somehow, he didn't think this ever will.
"He will need a mate soon. The Tsa'hik is tired, Jakesully."
It was way past eclipse when his grandmother's words pulled him out of the pleasant conversation he was having with an older friend, and he turned to her and watched as she smiled a sly smile, giving a pointed look to his mother. "And since my daughter decided to abandon me, I need a new Tsakarem. The clan, now more than most, needs stability, they need to know they will be in good hands."
"Ah, Mo'at... he's still young, give him time. He will find a mate soon enough. He's good looking, intelligent... a good warrior, a good leader. I wouldn't be surprised if women were throwing themselves at his feet."
"They are, but he doesn't have eyes for any of them. In fact, there's only one person he sees, and it's obvious to everyone but her."
Neteyam followed his grandmother's gaze and felt his breath hitch in his throat at who it landed on.
As he dug into the food that he missed so much, that he loved with all his heart, that was so carefully prepared by the best hands in the clan, it all tasted spoiled and rotten in his mouth, as soon as his eyes locked on your figure on the other side of the fire, laughing wildly in an intimate display of affection, while Tarsem's hand was placed carelessly on your thigh.
And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow
And it's alright now
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𝐈. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - taglist
IN WHICH, leon is giving his all and trying so hard to save your relationship after the tragic incident but you have given up all hope on everything, including yourself. you've let yourself go, pretending like your actions have zero consequences, fighting with leon in the early mornings, making up with sex, and then doing it all again. doesn't it get exhausting making the bed?
WARNINGS, i. 2.4k, no dialogue, curse words, drug consumption, alcohol consumption, throwing up, healed self harm scars, mentions of neighbors having sex, intrusive thoughts
Leon's harsh words rang through your ears. He was livid, more than you'd ever seen him. Curse words that he saved for special occasions spewing out of his mouth like they were saved up in a bank and he was taking out a deposit or like he had just won the jackpot and the coins were falling into the pot. No matter what you compared it to, it didn't matter. You weren't listening.
You never listened to him yell, at least not recently. You'd heard what he said a thousand times before. The same thing in different words. It never made the pill easier to swallow. You tuned him out, not wanting to cry yourself to sleep in your shared bed tonight. That was your excuse, but you always tuned him out.
It was easier, pretending to listen to his stupid lectures to keep him satisfied, to keep him from walking out the front door and watching the years go by without him. You didn't want to be lonely, you wanted to be alone. Leon's voice was loud, booming at you the words he's kept bottled up but he was shaken tonight, the cork popping off with rage. You wanted to scream back at him, justify your stupid actions of letting your friends convince you to pop some pills, but your voice was hoarse and you had things to do tomorrow.
The stars in the sky sparkled, each one taunting you as you looked out the window. They were free, and their only responsibility was to keep on schedule and appear when the moon relied on them. But maybe having someone relying on you with such intensity was too much for the stars to handle. It was just one thing they had to do but would it mean the weight of the world on their dulling points? There had to be a reason stars burnt out after all.
The wind howled almost with as much force as Leon's words. You feared he might wake the neighbors, the walls of the apartment that you and your boyfriend spent way too much money on were thin. You were chilly, maybe a window was left open or maybe the alcohol that was probably swimming through your veins by this point was starting to wear off. It didn't feel like it was wearing off though, in fact, you were feeling drunker than ever.
You were still sitting on the couch as Leon loomed over you. It was comical, looking at his red face from screaming for so long. You almost laughed to yourself as you imagined smoke coming out of his ears like he was a cartoon character and you were just watching late night television. Despite everything, he still looked so beautiful. The moon illuminating him, showing you his gorgeous face in the dark, chilly living room.
He was still in his police uniform for some reason. Maybe he was working late tonight or maybe he had no clean clothes left. Had you done the laundry like you promised? You couldn't remember, surely you would have heard an earful by now if you hadn't. But then again maybe you did and you just weren't listening. You could check later.
This had to be some world record for how long someone was scolded for. It felt like years, like each second passing you could feel a gray hair grow from your roots. How he had this much to say you would never know. However, you didn't need to lend him your ears to know he was saying the same thing over and over, hoping if he says it dumber each time it'll finally get through to you.
You heard words every once in a while, like 'you could have died!' and 'be better.' or even 'you're immature.' It amused you to no end. He always felt like he had power over you. Maybe it was a god complex that came with the package that the man was or maybe he developed it while patrolling the streets in his fancy cop car. Maybe it was in the dye they used to make his uniform the deep navy blue that you loved.
It was times like these when you were lost in thought, that made you wonder what he saw in someone like you. As you sat there, you couldn't help but think that you weren't the same person he fell in love with. You had changed in so many ways, for better or for worse, yet he never wavered in his love for you. You wondered what it was that kept him in love.
Maybe it wasn't love, maybe it was selfish need rather than the feeling you once understood as love. You knew selfish need all too well, most nights that was all you knew. Was it because he was scared to be lonely like you were? Was it because he didn't want to start over and try again with someone knew? Had you finally cracked the code to his mind or were you simply projecting your own fears onto him? Had you seen this film before? Had you liked the ending?
You felt too buzzed to care anymore. So what if he was being selfish? He was the lucky one, you convinced yourself. Your eyelids were heavy and Leon knew you couldn't stand, or sit, to listen to any more of his lecturing. He stopped, saving his breath for another day like he was going to run out of it.
His stomach was in knots. The mix of anger and concern made him feel sick. Your stomach was in knots too, but not for the same reasons. You felt like you were going to vomit, the drugs and the drinks catching up to you. He could see it in your face and with a sigh he dragged you to the bathroom. He sat with you as you puked into the toilet. He held your hair out of your face, he always preferred your hair away from your face so he could admire your beauty.
You wondered if he could still find you beautiful as you puked your guts out with spit drooling from your lip and your eyes bloodshot. Were you still his pretty girl? He hadn't called you that recently. So, maybe it was far before this point you had stopped being pretty to him. You didn't find yourself pretty either so you didn't blame him.
You thought he was pretty though. It made you burn with a passionate rage. He didn't have to try. He could wake up in the morning and look as pretty as ever. Your veins were laced with envy. They always were, even far before you met Leon. You blamed the sun in the sky and the worms in the dirt. There was no reason, truly they could never be the reason why you were shattered and glued back together with envy., but you blamed them anyway.
Hot tears streamed down your face as you finished puking, nothing left in your stomach. Leon flushed the toilet. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped your mouth clean. Your lips were cracked and dry, more than ever due to the chilling air of autumn. You feared what winter would bring.
You were drawn out of your thoughts by Leon repositioning you. He was leaned against the sink cabinet with you in front of him, your head resting on his chest. His legs were on each side of your torso, bent at the knee to keep your shambled body upright. His hands rested on your thighs, feeling the raised bumps of your dreaded past.
You were so interesting to him, for better or for worse was to be determined. The topic of the scars felt taboo. He never judged you for them, stupidly comparing them to the finishing garnish on a 5 star meal. It was the thought that counted, you knew what he meant. You laughed out loud as you recalled the memory. Leon didn't bother to ask why, too tired to listen to you explain something he probably wouldn't find as funny as your inebriated self.
The bathroom was warmer than the living room. The enclosed space was great at conserving heat. There had been multiple occasions where Leon had to get out of the shower and crack the door open due to the intense heat. And plenty of times you'd do the same when you were straightening your hair, the iron's heat had a bite bigger than its bark.
There was hardly any noise, only the sound of the crickets and the occasional car passing outside. It was odd to hear, normally you'd hear the neighbors. The one's on your right always blasting music in the depths of night. The neighbors on your left were an older couple but their love was still strong which they reminded you of every night. You'd grown accustomed to hearing their bed creak and the wife moan through the thin walls.
You wondered why tonight was different. Perhaps they were listening in on you and your boyfriend's argument, putting their own pleasure on pause to have the enjoyment of drama without raising their electric bill. You felt embarrassed, unsure if they did hear anything but if they did, you'd cry. You were never strong when it came to being yelled at. It was partially the reason for not listening carefully to Leon's words. Your skin crawled with worry as you thought of the stares you'd get from people as you walked the halls.
Leon's hand gently and begrudgingly carded through your hair. The taste of vomit lingered in your mouth, making you long for a cup of water. You were too tired to get up and even more stubborn to ask Leon to get you water. So, you dealt with the taste.
There were no words exchanged between the two of you. You were scared to say anything in all honesty. The once petty and 'don't care' attitude you once held high was crumbling. You knew you hadn't been the best girlfriend recently. You were playing with fire but you'd be damned if you called the fire department. You'd rather burn down completely than admit you were wrong.
But, honestly, maybe you were that wrong. You were just having fun. It wasn't your fault that Leon didn't approve of the way you obtained your enjoyment. Surely, when he was your age he was doing the same thing. He was a few years older than you, standing at 22. Sure, he was a cop now, but there was no way he didn't partake in fun that young adults always indulged in.
Though, he wasn't your age anymore, and he was a cop. So really, it was his job to scold you. You were lucky you were his girlfriend because if you were anyone else, you probably would've been arrested the moment he saw you. You still thought he had a stick up his ass.
It wasn't fair of you and part of you knew that. It was in the far back of your mind but you knew. You loathed how he could make you feel. You were never good with the concept of other people's feelings, always too wrapped up in your own to notice. But with him, you always noticed. You knew this was hurting him as his fingers shakily combed through your hair. If you were to look back at him right now you'd probably see him with glossy eyes, looking like a sad puppy.
So, you didn't look back. You looked ahead. The shower in front of you slowly turned into a void of nothingness as you stared without blinking. Your heart was heavy. You wanted to rip your heart out of your chest. You imagined yourself with your heart in your hand. Beating. Sobbing. Tears and blood pouring with each beat. The sight was morbid but you had a small smile on your face. In your twisted fantasy, you were still breathing, even without your heart.
And for some reason, endless scarlet blood poured from your chest but you never felt any weaker. In fact, you felt more powerful. People always told you that you were heartless, and now, you really were. Your breathing never trembled, you should be dying but you weren't. You looked down at your chest, and where the hole in your chest should be and it wasn't there. Your shirt wasn't soaked with blood like you imagined it to be and your breath was trembling.
Right, you forgot you were crying. You wiped your tears with a shaky hand. You took a deep breath, leaning further against Leon as you did. Your heart ached and you wished for your daydream to be a reality. You never voiced these thoughts to Leon for fear of what he would think. You were always fearful. Though, there was a point in time where you weren't. You reminisced on the past. Little you would be so disappointed to see the way you were now. A scowl on her face with tears in her eyes.
She wanted to be an astronaut, she wanted to sail the sea. Her dreams were big. Most childhood dreams were crushed by parents who were jealous of their children. Not yours, you were the only cause for your dreams being crushed. It wasn't a scornful parent or a teacher who hated kids. It was your own damned, wretched self. There were tears on your face despite the fact you just wiped them. The dripped off your face and onto Leon's hand that rested in your lap.
A sweet kiss was delivered to the crown of your head and the hand on your thigh made its way to your waist. He held you tightly. You hated how he pitied you but you were too tired to start another fight. You simply push his hand away from you which earns a scoff. He wants to say something about how ungrateful you are. He was taking time out of his night to sit with you and comfort you, and you push him away?
You knew it was wrong of you to do. But as long as you pretended Leon didn't have any emotions, it was easy to do. It wasn't fair to either of you, and it probably won't ever be again. Leon kept his mouth shut, silently standing up before dragging you up with him and into the bedroom. You fell onto the bed with a sigh and watched as he looked with a disappointed look in his eye.
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My submission for @gwynrielweeksofficial Prompt: Confessions.
Is it still Gwynriel if it's love between the shadows and Gwyn!?
Confessions of a Brave, Lonely Shadow on Ao3
I remember it all so clearly—the day I fell in love with Gwyneth Berdara.
The doors opened to the training ring; the sun was shining high, and I was the only shadow willing to accompany the Master. The rest hid in the shade, as usual.
She entered the ring, proud and strong. When her coppery hair caught the wind and danced around her face like fiery shadows, it made my breath catch. If I had one to catch, that is!
We had met once before under very different circumstances, and I do not wish to revisit that day. But I will say that I have never experienced that level of rage and protectiveness before. It all made sense when I saw her again. That’s when I knew she was the only one for me. Well, us… the others are also quite fond of her too. Not as much as I am, though. She is my mate, after all.
Our Master, of course, is completely clueless, so hung up on that Elain Archeron girl. No matter how many times we remind him she’s a mated female, he just won't listen. It’s the ‘Mor is not interested in you’ argument all over again. He always thinks he knows best! Stupid boy… but I digress.
The day he brought us shopping for a Solstice present for Elain, I just about lost it. I felt my heart breaking, or I would have if I had one, that is.
I wanted to buy a gift for my mate, shower her with all the love and attention she deserved. Stupid Master was ruining my chance at love. Real love! Not the infatuations he chased.
And Solstice night was… difficult. It was quite clear the Archeron girl was open to our Master’s advances, and she very much liked the necklace. We all closed our eyes as they almost kissed—if we had eyes to close—but were praising the Mother above when the High Lord intervened just in time.
We ignored the fight between the brothers; too tired to care after a night of festivities. We encouraged the Master to leave and get some rest. He begrudgingly did.
And then, Gwyneth was there in the training ring! We collectively agreed this was my chance to make a big impression on her.
We didn’t warn the Master of her presence, but we could tell he was just as surprised to see her there. We were even more shocked that he continued to engage in conversation when she’d given him a clear out.
Then she looked at me with interest. No one ever looked at us shadows with kind eyes! But she did. She must have felt our bond too, even if she didn’t understand it yet.
Some of the others claimed she was looking at them, but I know it was right at me!
The air was cold, and as her breath curled in front of her perfect lips, I darted out to dance with it. I added my best flourish to show her just how interested I was in her too and prayed she understood. She seemed a bit preoccupied talking to the Master, but the others told me I’d done a great job.
Our mating bond was singing silently, and we all felt at ease from the soothing lullaby it produced, sinking onto the Master's shoulders to watch as she executed almost perfect strikes to cut the white ribbon. She’d get there, eventually. And we would silently encourage her all the way.
It had all ended too soon, but it was a positive step forward for our relationship. As we descended to the Master’s room, we were pleasantly surprised to hear her beautiful voice follow us, humming an enchanting tune.
I sang back in answer to my mate, promising that one day we'd be together, that the song in our souls would become one.
The next day, our Master received his present from Elain back. It had seemed the female had a change of heart. Tragic, of course… but an excellent opportunity for me.
I whispered Gwyneth’s name over and over in the Master’s ear, encouraging him to regift the necklace to my mate. If I had hands and a body, I would have gotten her my own gift… but this was the best I could do.
The Master rebelled slightly at the idea and even suggested giving my gift to a different priestess! But thank the gods for the wonderful Clotho. She insisted it should go to my beautiful Gwyneth.
I imagined how her teal eyes might widen with joy upon receiving it. I only wished I could stay to watch.
A strange spark flickered amongst us, but I didn't think much of it.
I reached out one last time toward my mate, wishing her a Happy Solstice before the Master departed.
One day we would celebrate it together. I knew it in my soul… or whatever the shadow equivalent was.
9 Months Later:
It was the Master’s mating bond I was feeling… not my own. To say I am devastated would be an understatement. But at least I can be close to her now, always.
She calls me her favourite shadow. And I still call her my mate.
I’ve never felt life to be unfair as a shadow, accepting that I must exist without a body of my own. But this has been hard to adjust to.
My Master treats her well, though… all I’ve ever wanted was for her to be happy, and she truly is with him.
And who knows. Perhaps my true mate is out there too, somewhere… hiding among shadows… waiting for me.
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This week in BL - I am all over the place, But Laws of Attraction is Phenomenal af
July 2023 Wk 2
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
Laws of Attraction (Thai Sat iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Icky picked it up but it’s not airing for me until Sundays so I held this post specifically to watch and talk about this show. Stars the pair from To Sir With Love with the same production team. IT’S SO GOOD Y’ALL. A morally corrupted trickster lawyer with a tragic past, sad eyes, and a beautiful smile that he uses like a weapon. Meets paladin martial arts instructor from other side of the tracks (who is out, at least to his baby sister). Corrupt police. Spoiled rich kid evil. Ambitious politician. Tragic death. Terrible subs.* This show is very like Manner of Death but so far it is a much better/tighter story. It’s NOT BL but it is fucking phenomenal. And you shoudl watch it. Not wait to binge it. WATCH IT. On a global scale this might be the best thing currently airing featuring gay romantic leads. Its really fucking good. It’s Lawless Lawyer but more complex character motivation and gay af. Fuck yes please and thank you. FINALLY.
Triggers for violence, beatings, death & torture depicted on screen. Like MoD they are not holding back.
(* A lot of the familial names they are using are not gendered in Thai but translated as such, like “nephew”. This one is gonna go down a lot easier if you know some Thai.)
Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 12fin - 2 years pass and no one’s hairstyle changes? Srs. Them meeting again = hella AWKWARD. Both still pining & hurt. NO SINGING. The reconciliation scene was great. I enjoyed that on the “do over relationship” they went with phi/pom (instead of the super formal khuns). So cute and so much more relaxed. Also lots of neck kisses! Charming final ep. It’s only flaw being they dropped the side couple, but I wasn’t really into them anyway. Ultimately? This is what Boss & Babe should have been and could we please have Up lead out another BL? I miss him and he only gets prettier. Full review below.
La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 12fin - I adore the tiny little baby GL thread that we almost got. And I wish we had had more of it throughout the show. The side couple turned out to be good too. Emotional crying kisses are my favorite. Sunshine netted himself an earnest serious romantic boy, we likey. As for the main couple? Well... Tai’s search story arc was dull and dragging in a final ep and it felt bloated and slow as a result. It was a good confession reunion with Tai figuring all of his shit out, not surprising but fine. Kind of a a weak final ep. Full review below.
Hidden Agenda (Thai Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - JoonDunk are back and we have all seen this a million times before, but Thailand never executed a successful formula it didn’t want to repeat a million times over, drunk bathroom and everything. Welcome (back) to Thai BL (and back and back and back). Basically they just added glasses, a new 1-shared-brain-cell friendship group, and different uni departments. Ah GMMTV, forever trying to recreate the magic of 2gether. But also I’m enjoying it. I’m a simple person. (Hi Jamie! Still in college since 2018 I see.) Anyone else notice that Chinese phrase that they did not translate for us? Mmm hum. Cute. Still... NO SINGING.
Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 8 - Thames is in coma and getting slagged off on the socials. It’s moving a bit slowly but the premise is interesting despite the poor quality of the execution.
Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 eps - Major trigger for self harm depicted on screen in part 2/4. I skipped it. Then there is assault and verbal abuse. I told you Ultimate Troop is NOT to be trusted.
Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 2 of 12 - Look, I don’t really mind this show but I also don’t like second hand embarrassment and I sense a metric butt ton incoming.
Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - I was not best pleased with this episode. Ya’ll round the tumblr-sphere seem to be enjoying it but I have officially hit the wall on Kawi. There is not enough booze for me to cope with his shizz. I may be alone in this. But gotta say how I feel... Unlike him. Trash watch here.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Poor Ren, he feels compelled to take on the burden of protecting everyone from sexual assault because he blames himself. And he can’t even talk to his boyfriend about it. Oh fuck me the pair of shoes at the door. And neck kisses? TOO MUCH. Argh. Japan. Why must you hurt so good?
Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 3 of 10 eps - It’s a very cute show. All the tropes and archetypes with no fuss or attempts to be clever, just executing them (sometimes over and over again). Even hiccoughs as a result of flirting! I haven’t seen that one in ages. The show feels old fashioned as a result. Nostalgic. I’m good with that.
Tie The Not (Pinoy YouTube) ep 6 of 8 - Sad boys still sad now drunk. (Noooooo shoes on bed! Argh.) Finally kisses! Also good ones for a large portion of this ep. Plus hair pulling. And verse rep! And after sex convo. Then side dishes have a whole proper gay ax covo about top/bottom. Everyone say thank you Philippines! get down with your queer selves!
Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 6fin - I believe this was the final episode. It was cute. This is a standard sort of semi-crappy VBL high school drama. Enjoyable in its floppy friendliness, weirdly like a queer after school special promoting education. Dead fish kisses but fine for what it is. 7/10
Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 2 of 12 eps - Activate cohabitation trope. They okay bfs. Minato not as frustrating this week, but still frustrating for me and Shin. Next week = cute outfits and dumb miscommunication yay!
Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11 of 12 - again it didn’t show up on my dash in time for this. I’ll pop it into next week.
It’s airing but ...
House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.
Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I’m not bothering.
Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.
Ended This Week
Step By Step Series Review
This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This was an office romance between stern boss and sweet subordinate that felt more authentic to an office environment than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. And that authenticity added tension to the narrative and character development (how novel). Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). I also really enjoyed the brothers’ relationship, and kinda wished they hadn’t attempted (and failed) to give said brother his own side BL. That one flaw made it a 9/10 for me. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
La Pluie Series Review
This BL takes to task the fated mates trope and what it means to have love chained intimately to predestination. It’s about how faith in destiny before choice diminishes the authenticity of emotion, relationships, and connection. This is a high concept to examine through the lens of a BL. By activating + examining the soulmates trope this show is challenging a foundation of romance: the idea that there is one person meant to be your one romantic partner all your life. This means that we, as viewers, spend much of the show worried about it having a happy ending, and that’s the source of both its brilliance and tension: would the narrative have the strength to truly challenge its own romantic core? But, ultimately, all this elevated complexity was executed in a somewhat shaky manner with the narrative derailing into some serious pacing issues and characters manipulated by miscommunication. However, with good chemistry and decent acting all around, plus some excellent high heat and representation of consent and a few other rare tropes, this one has to (like it’s sibling show My Ride) earn a 9/10. I enjoyed it even as it made me think, so despite its flaws: HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Starting:
7/19 Wedding Plan (Thai Wed YouTube & iQIYI) - It's Mame and she's coming for our GL. She's such a misogynist IMAGINE what we will get with a GL side dish? It's going to be absolute carnage. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not? That is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. Trying to decide to trash watch or not...
7/20 Jun & Jun (Korea Thu Viki) - From 2022 I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT! So excited for this one.
2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
FYI roselle juice is made from hibiscus (a flower) so technically neither a tea nor a juice. (Hidden Agenda)
Tie the Not = all the verse rep this ep. I love this for them.
The giggling was SO DAMN CUTE (Step by Step, na?)
We all guessed it but it was still fun. (Stupid Genius) Also miracles of miracles, two actors who actually look like they could be brothers play brothers.
First time I’ve seen faen translated as significant other. (Laws of Attraction)
THE PAIN! (Tokyo)
(Last week.)
#this week in BL#BL gossip#bl news#upcoming BL#July 2023 BL#BL reviews#korean bl#japanese bl#thai bl#Vietnamese bl#pinoy bl#taiwanese bl#live action yaoi#Rakutan Viki#gagaoolala#GMMTV#Laws of Attraction#Step By Step review#La Pluie review#Stupid Genius review#Hidden Agenda the series#Low Frequency the series#Dinosaur Love#Be Mine Super Star#Shigatsu no Tokyo wa#Stay By My Side the series#\Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2#Tie The Not#Manner of Death#Lawless Lawyer
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SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC
pairing: han x afab!reader
genre: angst
warnings: break up, screaming, crying, fighting (verbally ofc), cursing, mentions of having sex (no smut), not proofread
a/n: i'm just sorry for this. also, i’m sorry for not updating in a while. it has been a very hard month. i’ll try to update more often. love u <3
now playing: sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift
you were never friends, to be honest. well, you were but it never felt like it. there was always something there. something that made you both attracted to each other, to subsequently fall in love. you got together a while ago, 8 months exactly. a very big event for you and all your friends. they did expect it, it was obvious. what they didn’t know, was that you wouldn’t be as similar as you thought when you were friends.
you had a lot of differences, yet it was never too much. for example, Jisung was very jealous. and you too, but he showed it.
“Jisung, you didn’t do the dishes?” you asked when you arrived to the kitchen. you just got home from hanging out with some friends you hadn’t seen in a while. 00 o’clock.
“that’s the first thing you tell me when you get home? wow.” is all he says, without even looking at you. he’s watching a film you can recognize. La La Land. your favorite film. you loved to watch it together (and cried every time).
“i’m sorry, baby. i mean, i asked you to so i expected you to do it. it’s fine though. i’ll do it later” you said with a smile leaving a kiss on his cheek as you sat next to him.
“i told you i was busy” he answered, eyes still on the screen. you knew something was wrong. he was mad at you.
“well, you don’t seem pretty busy.” you wouldn’t let him do whatever he wanted with you.
it was his home, you didn’t move in together, you just stayed with him all the time because with your works you didn’t see each other that often. your clothes were there, all your belongings too, even your kitty lived there now. yet, you still did everything for him. you always did the dishes, cleaned the house. you knew Jisung hated to, and he was busy a lot of times because of his work, but he was home a lot of times too. and he could use that time to clean, just as you did.
he didn’t answer. he just sighed, annoyed.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, looking at him. no answer again. just silence and the movie’s song playing. “Jisung, why are you mad at me? what did i do?”
“can’t you shut up? god, you’re always talking. i’m mad when i fucking want to!” he was upset. very upset about something, and you knew what it was.
“Ji, i just want to talk…” he interrupted you.
“then go talk with Yeonjun, or whatever his name is” you knew it. Yeonjun. your friend.
you usually hung out with him, though it had been a month since you last saw him, until today. you hung out with more people: Yeji, Sana and Soobin. you loved them. honesty. they made you forget about everything. Jisung and you had a lot of friends in common, but today you wanted to be alone with them.
“i want to talk to you, not Yeonjun.” you stated.
“i don’t fucking care.” he still hasn’t looked at you.
“why are you jealous? i didn’t do anything. you know i only want you, you know he’s just my friend, Yeji and Sana were there too, then why are you jealous?” you were on the verge of crying. things like this happened very frequently but you got over it soon. today was different. the atmosphere was different, more tense.
“just leave me the fuck alone!” he responded. first time he looked at you in the whole night. his gaze wasn’t sweet as usual. he was very angry.
“alright” you whispered and got up. you went to your bedroom, the bedroom you shared. as soon as you laid on the bed tears started falling and you didn’t even notice it when you started crying loudly. you tried to hold yourself back and wiped your tears when you heard steps closer to your room.
the door opened and Jisung’s guilty eyes connected with yours almost immediately. he silently sat next to you. when your eyes connected again, he leaned towards you, wanting to kiss you.
he always did that. when you fought, kissing was his way of saying sorry. it bothered you a lot, it made you feel unloved, as if your body was the only good thing in you. this time you wouldn’t let him. you put a hand on his chest to stop him from getting closer. his eyes suddenly opened.
“don’t” you simply said. “you’re being mean”
“babe” Jisung tried to explain, but you wanted to talk.
“i don’t… i can’t.”
“what?” he asked. your words didn’t make sense at all. you didn’t know what you were saying too. your mind was foggy, you couldn’t think straight.
“y-you can’t do this… talk to me as if there’s something wrong with me a-and then kiss me like my body is the only thing you want” your murmured. he blinked a few times, not knowing what to say.
“that’s not how it is—“
“well it seems like it. that’s how you make me feel. you kiss me and try to fix it… could you just try to listen?”
his brows furrowed and you knew you fucked up. he probably got mad again.
“you’re saying i can’t listen?” he asked you, raising his voice.
“you never do.” you also raised your voice. “you weren’t like this before… you’ve changed.”
it hurt to say that. a lot. but that was the truth. he dealt with anxiety, at the start of your relationship he was very shy and when he never got mad at you. or maybe he was just too shy to say it. but as the months passed, his embarrassment wasn’t there anymore. his words were harsher, how he acted too. but you didn’t pay attention to it because you loved him, you always had.
“sometimes i think you liked me more before because i didn’t show who i truly am.”
“are you kidding me?”
silence. again, just silence. the movie was no longer on. not a single sound other than your voices.
you looked at him in the eyes and noticed he want lying. he truly thought that. your eyes were filled with tears again easily, and you reacted the only way you knew: running away.
“y/n, get back here!” he screamed, following you “you wanted to talk? then let’s fucking talk! stop running away like a goddamn child.”
“a child?” you repeated, feeling offended. “how dare you say that when you’re the one who’s been treating me like shit for no reason? you’re the one acting childish!”
“is hanging out with Yeonjun not a reason?!” Jisung asked.
“no, it isn’t! not when you know he’s just my friend! i’ve told you a hundred times!” you screamed back. this wasn’t something you couldn’t handle, tears fell again.
“fucking crybaby” he murmured, but you heard it. and it got you very mad.
“god Jisung you’re so fucking difficult! i don’t know how to handle you! i do everything i can to be perfect for you yet you always make me feel so helpless! did you do the dishes? did you clean our room? you didn’t, i always do. yet you still say i’m a crybaby? i’m fucking exhausted! and you’re sick!” you said out of breath. “i’m so tired, Jisung… so tired of this. of us. we’re not working”
“you’re tired of me?” this time, the tears were on your boyfriend’s eyes. he didn’t want to let you go. because he loved you. he always had.
“im not tired of you… i’m tired of us being so toxic and having so many differences” you explained, trying not to hurt him. because you loved him. you always had.
“you’re tired of me. i know it. that’s why you’re always hanging out with that guy… you know he makes me insecure.”
“for the sake of god Jisung you know damn well it isn’t like that!” you screamed, so tired of always having to explain everything. “and no, i did not know he makes you insecure because you never talk to me” you stayed silent to see if he talked back, but surprisingly, he didn’t. “you always fix it with sex… i don’t want that. when we fight i want to explain it to you, to say sorry and also forgive you, i want to cuddle with you and tell you i love you but you just… you just don’t let me” the crying was heavier now. you eyes were fluffy and sore. his too, he was also crying, you didn’t expect him to. he normally didn’t during fights. you, on the other side, were a crybaby when it came to him. because you loved him. you always had.
“y/n” he whispered.
“maybe we’re not meant to be, Jisung… maybe we don’t belong together.” it hurt to say that, but love isn’t meant to hurt.
“no, no. we can fix it, y/n, don’t say that.” your boyfriend insisted.
“Jisung, i- i don’t think this is right”
“hey, y/n, this has happened a lot of times and we’ve always fixed it, yeah? we’ll be okay. i promise. we’ll be fine.” you knew he was right, but only because you obeyed him every single time. of course, you loved him. you always had.
“maybe this time’s different, Han…” it was obvious, after this you wouldn’t be the same.
“tell me what you want us to be like and i promise i’ll make it. i can be better, i promise. please. i’ll change.” he promised, but it was a lie. he wouldn’t.
“i don’t know what i want” you stated. “all i know is i don’t want this. i want you, of course i do. i love you so much. i don’t think i’ll ever love someone so much, but i don’t want this” you said with a broken voice. you hated it but you knew it was the best for the both of you.
“bullshit, y/n, we can make it if we try…”
“don’t make this harder, please…”
you looked in his eyes and you swore you saw stars. you maybe saw another chance for you both but it was for the better. then, the unexpected happened.
Han nodded, and smiled at you through the pain. it was obvious he was hurting. you both were. but you were doing this because you loved him. you always had.
you did the same and went to your room to pack your things. both of you sobbed until you couldn’t breathe while you were preparing to leave. when your suitcase and everything was ready —even your kitty—, you walked to the entrance and turned to look at Jisung, who was sitting on the sofa, holding back his tears. La La Land was on again. he probably put it on because he knew it was your favorite. maybe to revive some memories he had with you.
you sighed as you looked at him and he immediately got up and approached you. he smiled softly and so you did.
“i’m sorry.” was all he said. you shook your head, telling him it was alright.
“we’ll meet again, i promise you. until then, take care.” his smiled grew wider hearing your words and he looked down to hide the few tears that fell due to that sentence. “i love you”
“i love you too” he whispered. your gazes disconnected when he focused on your lips, and you took the initiative to kiss him. sweetly, as if it was the first time. his lips tasted better than always, it was a beautiful goodbye kiss. when you separated, you looked at him and another tear fell down your cheek. you just couldn’t help it. you loved him. you always had.
“goodbye, my love” he said as you walked through the door.
you didn’t turned to look at him because you knew if you did, you’d fall back right into his arms. yet, you stayed consistent and walked to the elevator.
your heart ached like it never had. you knew you’d feel lonelier than ever. you knew you’d regret leaving him. you knew you’d want to go back a hundred times, you knew you’d stay sleepless for a while after this. you knew he would too. but you had to let go, because you love each other. you always had. and most of all, because you always will.
#skz#ficcidio#straykids#stray kids#kpop#skz fluff#stray kids x reader#han jisung#han x reader#jisung x reader#skz imagines#jisung imagines#skz angst
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Oh my fairy godmother I am so happy you are post about Ever After High!!!
Do you have any fanfic or au ideas involving them? Like, what if one character had another destiny or what if they were in the Star Wars universe?! It’s just interesting to think about!
Hey! Glad to see we share another fandom interest!
So, I have this barebones post for what I would have done as a crossover between g1 Monster High and Ever After High.
As for general fanfic ideas I have a few. I shall now list them in varying levels of detail:
1. A Very Charming Groundhog Day Year:
Basically, the Charming siblings time loop back from a bit after Dragon Games but before Epic Winter to the day before the school year started (the day of the Family Ball in the books). While it would be kinda angsty, the best time loop fics are usually crack fics, and this would be no exception (if I ever wrote any of these things).
So Daring, Dexter, and Darling are all initially in states of panic and anxiety. Daring, he was in the middle of a quarter-life crisis and now has to deal with everyone and their fairy godmother thinking he's Apple's Prince Charming.
"Daring Charming, more like Distressed Charming, am I right?"-- Dexter, who should get to exhibit asshole little brother energy more often, as a treat.
Speaking of Dexter, he's panicking cause of all the awful stuff that's going to happen during the school year and also because now he has to go through the nerve-racking ordeal of asking out the girl he likes all over again.
Darling's in hell because everyone and their fairy godmother expect her to be this perfect little damsel, again, which is just- ugh. There are days she wishes she could carry her sword around with her, and they're most days. Also, she never got to talk to Apple about their True Love's CPR, which is just tragic.
The loops go on for a while, some constants in them include: Darling freeing herself and helping little Good-Enough Charming get one of their grandfather's trophies for the scavenger hunt, Dexter and Darling teaming up to kill the changeling and free cousin Charity (sometimes Daring helps but he's content to let his siblings have fun for once), Darling accidentally on purpose flirting with Apple and Apple experiencing several degrees of gay panic, Dexter fumbling asking out Raven for the first time (he's really such a dork, just a funky dude), and the Charming Siblings teaming up to make Milton Grimm's life a living hell.
In one loop they secretly film him playing with his toy unicorns and his action figure of himself and they hijack Blondie's mirrorcast to play it to the entire school.
After several loops a Monster High crossover happens, and so in every loop after that the Charming sibs, who have grown incredibly gremlin-like after experiencing the insanity of the school several dozen times, make sure to drop monster slang when it's just them and Cupid. Like:
Darling: "Wow, Cupid, that top looks clawsome."
Daring: "Totally, it's freaky fierce."
Cupid: "What?!"
Darling: "That top looks nice on you. Anyway, we gotta run."
Dexter: "Yeah, see you later ghoulfriend!"
I have some other half-baked ideas for this one but it'd probably be it's own post.
2. Murdoch Mysteries-ish AU:
This one makes no sense if you've never watched the hit Canadian Detective Show, Murdoch Mysteries. Or maybe it makes some sense, idk. Instead of a modern AU, we have a 1895 detective AU. It's barely an idea, I have no idea if I'd even keep this in the fantasy setting of (an 1895) Ever After or not.
Dexter is the Detective William Murdoch of this AU, the man with no game and beautiful blue eyes who women keep inexplicably falling in love with. He's observant and a little strange but he's also a brilliant detective. One of the major differences though is Dexter is the disowned son of old money parents.
Raven's the Dr. Julia Ogden, the outspoken, independent, and compassionate coroner helping solve cases and being amazing. Her rich, controlling mother doesn't much approve of her life choices but old Mrs. Queen can suck it. Raven and Detective Charming have a clearly mutual attraction but they're both hesitant to act on it cause what's a romance without a good slow-burn.
Hopper's the Constable George Crabtree of this AU. Listen, the everyday George matches Hopper's human side, and writer George matches Hopper's frog side. I will not elaborate, because I really cannot. Just feel the vibes, cause the words aren't coming.
I'm not 100% sure who'd be the Inspector Brackenreid. Part of me kinda wants to make it Professor Badwolf, and then I could make Milton Grimm the asshole commissioner. Coach Gingerbreadman is the Inspector of Station 5, the rivals of Station 4.
Daring is heir to the Charming family fortune. Golden boy, everyone loves him, wants more than anything to be able to talk to his little brother in public, but their parents would disown him as well if he stepped out of line.
Apple is one of Raven's housemates at Sisters boarding house, run by Bella and Brutta Sister. She was once courted by Daring, it was at the point where people were expecting an engagement announcement any day. That's when they suddenly broke it off, with no explanation (the explanation is Daring's in love with another girl and Apple's in love with his sister). Snow White and her husband barely agreed to let her move into the boarding house, I honestly have no clue how Apple managed to pull that off but good for her.
Idk, Darling's a vigilante. She's got the same deductive genius as Dexter, she just doesn't have the same ability to join the police force. Inspector Badwolf is tired of his cops being outdone by the mysterious White Knight (yeah, yeah, I made Darling into Victorian-era Batman). Couldn't the White Knight patrol Station 5's territory? (The answer is no, because Darling really wants to catch a glimpse of her twin and also because Sisters Boarding house is in Station 4's territory and sometimes she likes to secretly crash with her girlfriend).
3. The Destiny Cycle AU (AKA: Ever After High but the Rebel Movement is an actual Rebellion AU):
What it says on the tin. Raven discovers the book is fake before Legacy Day. Her and Dexter, who in this AU is believed to be Ashlynn's future Prince Charming because someone made a good post about the potential dynamics that could cause and I love it, set out to uncover what other secrets those in charge are hiding.
Basically, in this AU Ever After is a dystopia where the Royal Families tied the survival of their dynasties' rule to their stories. Like, magically tied them. The Fates themselves have been bound by the magic of the Destiny Cycle. Ever After's Destiny-bound citizens are forced to repeat the same stories as their ancestors, all because Happily Ever After doesn't include a revolt or the institution of democracy. All stories are repeated as a precaution against anyone figuring out what the ancestors of the Royal Families did.
Taking some inspiration from the SDCC Raven Queen doll's letter from her mother, the Evil Queen discovered the truth about the Destiny Cycle, said "not my kid you bastards", and proceeded to try to break the Cycle's bonds. Her taking over other stories and cursing Wonderland was an attempt to stretch the probability bonds of the Destiny Cycle's magic to the breaking point.
Stuff's gonna go down and basically these kids know time is running out until there's a war, cause the only way to avoid being offered up as a lamb to the slaughter is to overthrow the whole system.
God, I really gotta make this into it's own post as well now. But here's a basic rundown of some stuff I'd include:
Dexter and Raven being young and in love and just all the secret romance feels
Snow White knows about the Destiny Cycle, but Apple absolutely does not know.
Apple being born blonde is a sign that the Evil Queen's schemes loosened the grip of the Destiny Cycle, at least for a moment.
Ashlynn, Hunter, Dexter, and Raven as secret rebel leaders.
The backgrounders will have actual roles dammit! (Looking at you Lawrence Bonecrusher III, aka Orc Boy).
An exploration of artificial Destiny Cycle "True Love" vs. real True Love, featuring Apple, Daring, and Darling.
C.A. Cupid, sent by her godly family to infiltrate Ever After and cure it of the Destiny Cycle, because it's interfering in the domains of the gods.
A unique Monster High crossover idea that I will elaborate on in another post.
These children absolutely end up having to kill someone and it scars them forever.
As for different destinies AUs or Star Wars AUs, I haven't really given them much thought.
I think, in a Star Wars setting (possibly Old Republic?), Raven would be a Jedi padawan descended from a long line of Sith. Instead of Mirror Prison, her mom is dead and her Force Ghost is bound to a giant, mirrorlike piece of kyber crystal. Uh, not 100% sure who her master would be.
Darling would also be a Jedi padawan, and Maid Marian would be her Master. Maid Marian gets into custody battles over this kid with this old Jedi Watchman known only as The White Knight. She'd still have her time-slowing hair flip, in this AU it's just a unique way of activating the Force Slow ability.
#eah#ever after high#ever after high au#apple white#raven queen#daring charming#darling charming#dexter charming#dexterous charming#c.a. cupid#eah evil queen#eah snow white#ashlynn ella#hunter huntsman#eah maid marian#professor badwolf#hopper croakington ii#dappling#milton grimm#headmaster grimm#all these can be taken and used as fic prompts btw#I doubt I'll ever actually sit down and write any of them
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Can I ask Entrapta and Hordak for the character ask meme?
First impression: with Entrapta, she caught my eye even before the show premiered, when I saw the promo art. I fell in love with her design right away, though i didn't care much for her character at first, just didn't get the hype. It is only after she showed her vulnerable side, when she thought her friends abandoned her (but we knew it was not true!), thats when I got invested. Tuned in for the drama, stayed for the purble mad scientist
Same with Hordak. Didn't care for the character, loved the design. And I loved it specifically because he looked similar to the demon characters from my original story I was working on with a friend at the time. The long pointy ears, the nose, the glowing eyes, the clawed hands and sharp teeth, they also have wings just like Imp!
Oh and I always loved his relationship with Imp, it was so fun to watch these two interact :3
Impression now: to me personally Entrapta and Hordak are the real heart of the show. They are both integral to the story, they're interesting and fun in their own ways and their relationship is simply the best thing the show has to offer. Plus their personal journeys are so exquisitly tragic, love me some good angst
They're both my lil scrunklies, my beloved chew toys, one of my fave evil power couples. Though I gravitate more towards Hordak, he got that melancholic sad doe eyes rizz. And older brother issues (hes just like me fr🤝)
Favorite moment: oof but there are so many. 'Imperfection is beautiful' and 'I am Hordak' are obviously in my top 5, but I also want to mention some other ones
From entrapdak scenes - the one where they chat while sitting on Hordak's throne, the one where Hordak protects Entrapta from the portal explosion and the iconic "What have you done to me?" scene
As for their personal moments, I still giggle at Entrapta's "Do I need to explain math to you?🤨", also I can't get over her soft hum and lil smile when she remembers her lab partner in the portal reality
And with Hordak, again, love all the scenes where he's so casually adorable with Imp, also s4 moments when he's being obsessed with Entrapta (can't deside between the blushing scene and the 'crying over her' scene)
Idea for a story: For Entrapta I've been thinking about an au where she gets consumed by the Island before her friends find her, turning into this scary powerful monster who still has some of her free will. And she either escapes the island herself, becoming a threat to both the Horde and the rebellion (but eventually she and Hordak save each other with the power of love~), or she stays on BI and has this emotional fight with Adora and Bow where she gets to voice all her fears and grievances, but in the end gets defeated and comforted
For Hordak I have this idea about him meeting another clone with the same defect as him. Maybe he was just fresh out of a pod, and his condition only took a toll on him after the fall of Prime. I imagine Hordak being so gentle and protective of him, giving him all the love and understanding + recourses he was deprived of. I also imagine him finally not feeling so alinated when he's around his own kind, like a black sheep among his "perfect" able bodied brothers, because now he knows he's not the only one
Unpopular opinion: Entrapta's trauma should've been treated more seriously and not forgotten right after the Beast Island episode. S5 felt like s4 events were erased from everyone's memory. Also, it should've affected Entrapta more. Again, where are the conflicted feelings towards Hordak? It was never established that she found out the truth about her exile, that Hordak was lied to and had no idea about it. And where are the conflicted feelings towards Catra? The more I think about it, the more I hate that dumb apology and the fact that it was enough for Entrapta to forgive her, after everything Catra did to her and her loved ones
With Hordak... those are not quite common, but it is still tiring to see some fandom opinions where ppl critique this version of Hordak by calling him a loser and a lame villain/character, because he's not "badass" and "threatening" enough and is bad at his job as the leader of the Horde. Cause like... that's the point. Hordak was bad at this because he was not suited for this role, he is not a leader and thats not bad/contradicting writing, thats just his character trait. He was only trying to mimic the only role model he ever had in his life, trying to fit into Prime's shoes and obviously failing at it, because he's not Prime. He was also programmed to be an obedient slave with no wants or ambitions, not a dominant power hungry ruler, and I can only imagine what it took him to become as powerful and threatening as he is in the show. He did not belong on that throne, not because he's incompetent/useless or stupid or a bad warlord, but because choosing to become Lord Hordak, choosing to go all this way to try and prove himself worthy to his uncaring god was,on itself, his biggest mistake, not the right path for him. The Etherian Horde is like that because it's existence was a mistake
Favorite relationship: romantic? with each other. Platonic? Also with each other, but also -
For Entrapta - her friendship with Adora and Wrongie (also Scorpia, but only pre s5 Scorpia, like girl what happened...)
For Hordak - his bond with Imp and his relationship with Horde Prime (i just love how tragic and messed up it is okay?)
Favorite headcanon: idk if a have a favorite, there are all sorts of hcs, so i'll just focus on a random one I like
I do find the idea of Hordak being creeped out and lowkey haunted by Entrapta's cat painting hilarious, but I also like to think that the cat was her real pet, maybe a childhood pet even, and by keeping the painting she honors the memory of her old friend
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Hi! hope you don't mind this ask, I keep thinking about your post on episode 7 and can't get it out of my head, specifically this part:
"He did it for Tim. He chose to be the man Tim challenged him to be. It's tragic, heartbreaking and beautiful. He chose to be the version of himself that Tim could still love."
This is so true and you've put it so beautifully, the post made me tear up when I first read it. Hawk got clean because he wanted to be the version of himself that Tim could still love, even if Tim never wants to see him again (he believes), and in this way, Tim's love for Hawk saves him. And by making this choice, Hawk's love for Tim proves stronger than his own self-hatred and guilt, and I think all of that is beautiful.
OMG I need people to understand how brilliant a penultimate episode this was! It set up everything, including the Hawk we meet in episode one. I know there are people who have an issue with it, specifically the Craig of it all, but the way he was used in the episode was genius. He basically functioned as a talking fleshlight. Their threesome scene was not a threesome, Hawk looked at Tim the entire time. Begging him over and over again to stay with him. It was insane.
Their entire Fire Island romp is a result of their fight, when Hawk tells him he likes Craig because, unlike Tim, he doesn't judge him. Tim gives him that day and night to show him that he doesn't judge those parts of Hawk. He can accept those things and still love him. What he cannot accept and live with is Hawk abandoning the family and life he chose, right or wrong, when they need him most. Their poolside heart to heart, which had me bawling, was a truly perfect scene. Tim knows that he doesn't physically have Hawk but every other part of Hawk belongs to him. Every part of Hawk that is true belongs to him.
Their fight the next morning sets up the entire thing. Tim tells him he can't do it anymore and refuses to help him or watch him kill himself. He tells him he needs to finally be free of him. Yes Hawk begs him not to go but he doesn't go after him. He gives him his freedom. He goes home and becomes the husband, father and grandfather we meet in episode one. He became the man Tim wanted him to be. When they parted ways in the 50's Hawk kept tabs on him. It's how he knew where he was in the 60's. It was the same when Tim was released from prison, Hawk kept tabs on him, that's how he knew how to contact him in the 70's. But when Marcus shows up at his house in the present day, Hawk doesn't know where Tim is. He didn't keep tabs on him. He gave him his freedom. He loved him enough to let him go.
I think most of us have had a pretty good idea of how Tim will pass in the final episode, but episode 7 pretty much confirmed it for me. Tim told Hawk he refused to help him or watch him kill himself. He loves him too much to do that. In episode 8 we will get the opposite. Hawk will love Tim enough to help him die. He will love Tim enough to set him free one last time. This has been beautifully and brilliantly set up. The final scene of episode 7 broke me. Episode 8 will end me. 💔
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I am once again on my inhuman vash soapbox shouting into the void about how vash is a little critter posing as a dude. he does not naturally Human™ he just imitates the people around him to act human.
picking up their mannerisms and making them his own. turning himself not only into a patchwork of scars and metal, but also of the people he's met.
theyre lives are so fleeting and so beautiful, he works them into himself to let them live on. taking the art of their passions and experiences and mapping them onto himself.
after all, plants aren't individual. not really. they function as extensions of a whole. a hivemind not unlike the root systems of the Aspen groves that once dominated the landscapes of earth.massive and connected and immortal through their community, their likeness.
but humans are. they're single and fleeting and wonderfully individual. each of them unique from the others, no two alike. this gives them power, knowledge and passion and drive that a plant like vash could never imagine. but it also makes them tragically small specs on the sprawling plains of time. their lives burning hot and bright and fast like the fireworks rem showed him videos of as a child.
vash burns slowly. less of a firework and more like a stick of incense, leaving every where he walks bathed in a haze of power and smoke and destruction. cleansing and blessing the ground he walks on, the lives he touches.
vash can't make their lives longer and he's tried. pouring energy into their bodies as they lay dying at his feet in a desperate plead for them to stay please don't leave me. their body's are so much softer than his. weaker and unguarded. even their cells are soft and delicate, letting the energy he pours into them slip away like water over stone. he can't save them from themselves, but he can preserve their memory in himself.
if someone, say for instance a nosy old reporter, watched an angel like the good well meaning stalker they are, they might start to realize that vash repeats things. not obviously, not right away, but later.
a unique saying from a shopkeep a few towns back might roll off the stampedes tongue one day, and then again a week later.
or a specific quirk to his brow that looks just a little too much like that gangster from last months incredulous face at being put in a confession booth mid shootout.
sometimes if a well-meaning and slightly stalkerish old reporter kept a reallyyy close eye on a particularly sleepy or drunk outlaw, they might notice that with every drink his mimics get a little closer to copying in real time.
bottle green limps slamming down on counters in the same way that darker scarless forearms do 12 drinks in with their sleeves rolled up.
drunken giggles taking on the familiar snort of a younger newbie on a late night.
if a very attentive and only slightly tipsy stalker looked to the twiggy outlaw to their side, they might see him taking the same pose over the bartop as the stalker is wont to do.
Roberto is a reporter, and a little stalkerishness comes with the territory, and he thinks the mimicing is adorable.
#vash the stampede#trigun#trigun headcanons#trigun stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#trigun wolfwood#trigun stampede meryl#trigun roberto#roberto d niro#vash is adorable#and a little critter#roberto thinks hes neat#98 trigun
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Kakeru and Yamato
Mitsuru and Koichi
Haruhiko and Rio
Ooo, I like these options!
Kakeru and Yamato
Kakeru and Yamato are fantastic, they love each other so deeply and it was really fun for me to watch them work through their feelings for each other as they progressed from friends to lovers. There are so many different structural set ups I love in romance stories. I love the freaks, I loved the fucked up people, I loved the contradictory characters, the happySads, etc. But something that I look for when I’m watching these shows is friendship. Sure these characters love each other, sure they want to fuck each other, but do they like each other? Do they have fun together? I think for me to really lean in to a relationship in a show, they have to sell me their connection either through their affection, their devotion, or both. Teh and Oh will almost certainly break up and get back together about four more times before things get sorted, but I believe there isn’t really anyone else for them. Their connection is magnetic. Pat and Pran have fun, they compete in everything, they wrestle, the goof off. Kakeru and Yamato were friends first. So while I am much more of a happy for now kind of person, I at the very least believe they will make it quite some time together because they like each other and they love each other.
I appreciate greatly when a couple is able to communicate, and so while I wish they hadn’t gotten interrupted quite so many times throughout the show, I did enjoy the fact that they were constantly attempting to talk to one another openly and honestly about what was going on. I love Yamato backtracking when he thinks he’s made Kakeru uncomfortable, and Kakeru immediately telling him that isn’t the case. I love every iteration of the quiet, reserved boy whose emotions don’t usually cross his face gets some time alone with the loud, bubbly boy whose emotions can never quite be contained and their tension just starts melting away. I love seeing Yamato smile when he’s with Kakeru.
Also shout out to these boys for one of the best kisses of the year. Thank you, Yamato for finally kissing your boyfriend, interruptions be damned.
Mitsuru and Koichi
Perhaps the most important thing to me about Eternal Yesterday is how intensely it solidifies the love between Mitsuru and Koichi. Koichi always walked closest to the street, because he knew their walk was dangerous and he didn’t want Mitsuru to be the one to get hurt. Koichi died far too soon because he was protecting his boyfriend. And Koichi lived again because the love they had for each other brought them back. Koichi withheld his own peace, his own rest, to be there for Mitsuru until he could come to terms with Koichi’s death. Mitsuru loved Koichi so much, Koichi was able to take form once again, Mitsuru loved Koichi so much he almost willed him back to life. He loved Koichi back in to his body, he loved Koichi back in to warmth. Koichi was sunshine, and Koichi was tired, and Koichi was slowly fading from the memories of everyone else around him. But Mitsuru held on. Mitsuru held on for dear life. He held on so tightly for so long. And Koichi let him. Because Koichi knew how loved he was. Because Koichi loves Mitchan just as much.
I know some people think the ending of Eternal Yesterday is tragic. But I don’t think it is. I think it is melancholy, but I also think it is beautiful. Five years later and Mitsuru has not gotten over Koichi’s death. And that’s okay. Because I do believe he’s made some sort of peace. Who knows if he will ever love someone as much as he loved Koichi ever again, but how beautiful for him to know for certain how much Koichi loved him in return.
Haruhiko and Rio
At risk of you taking away all of my electronics until I can exert some modicum of self-control, I think I need to rewatch The Pornographer series. You’d think for a relationship that started out with as many lies and manipulations as it did, that they’d have a less healthy/mature relationship, but alas. I think they are genuinely good together, and I did really enjoy watching their relationship progress. I don’t know why the scene where Haruhiko finally catches on that he is re-writing Rio’s previously published novels stands out to me so much as The Scene between them. Maybe I think it is a really good indicator of their base personalities, and the way they will function together. Rio may be trying shit, but Haruhiko is studious, he does pay attention, and he will eventually catch on to the bullshit Rio is pulling and call him on it.
Despite the fact that I do think Haruhiko and Rio work well and I’m happy where we leave things with this series. I don’t think Haruhiko and Rio’s relationship stuck with me as much as Rio and Kido’s did, mostly cause we have so few shows that actually dedicate as much time and energy in to showing an old relationship that didn’t work as we do here. Usually we get a shitty ex, occasionally we get a lovers to friends scenario. Rarely, extremely rarely do we get an entire prequel series that explores an old relationship and provide so much rich context for who they are as people, how they got to where they are in life, and why a different relationship will work where theirs failed.
And on top of that I think I am just so much more intrigued by Rio’s life and psyche as an individual than I am to his actual relationship with Haruhiko, though to be fair so much of that psyche does inform how they interact. Rio’s just a fucking freak who faked an arm injury so he could guilt trip a hot boy in to hanging out with him, and I had a lot of fun watching him try Haruhiko 2: Electric Boogaloo on another boy, since it seemed to work out so well the last time.
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#ask game#send me a ship#kakeru x yamato#i can't reach you#kimi ni wa todokanai#mitsuru x koichi#mitchan x koichi#eternal yesterday#eien no kinou#haruhiko x rio#the novelist#mood indigo#the pornographer#the pornographer: playback#the pornographer: spring life
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How would Yandere Sabo (and shanks ) react if their darling show interest in another person?(im ok with Drabble or HCs or just your thoughts on the matter ) (How would their react if their show interest in male or even a female interest ?) 🥰
Babe, have you woken up on the wrong side of the bed and chosen violence as the solution to all the problems of your day? do you want to watch the world burn? they are both jealous people, and it's a bad idea to show interest in someone other than them, because they're both the type of yandere who, if need be, will take down the competition, most of all Shanks, at least Sabo is merciful enough to give a second chance, a painful second chance, Shanks in return… you're not going to see that sword come cutting you in half
Sabo is violently jealous, not with his darling, but of Darling's love interest. That poor wretch, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, will experience what it is like not to be able to walk for a few months, yes, that's his star move apart from breaking your skull (and honestly it's better not to walk for a while or be paralyzed than lose your whole life) just imagine:
A poor man or woman in a dark alley, on a cold moonless night, scared, clothes torn until they were practically naked, covered in bruises, an occasional tooth missing, eyes swollen with an unpleasant color, knees bent awkwardly unnatural as they try to beg for mercy from that strange figure that has been beating them for hours
"Clemency?, I'm being merciful to you right now with this, what she asked of me was much worse, but, if you survive tonight, disappear and never be near y/n again because if so, She will realize that I did not do the favor as she wanted"
Oh yeah, for all the love interests you have, in their minds, you are the bad guy, a witch who can't see anyone happy or is jealous of someone else's beauty or success. Sabo is just a man in love that indeed you manipulated to hurt other people since he is strong and has influences
In short, you are the worst
In the case of Shanks, there are no second chances, if your love interest is a man, leave him for dead, you show interest in that person one day and the next he has already suffered a tragic accident
Although it also depends on his mood, Shanks isn't a bad person after all, and he usually doesn't resort to violence as easily as other people would, but when he makes a decision, he makes sure it's permanent
You also have to take into account other factors of who your love interest is, it definitely cannot be any of his crew since absolutely everyone, even the most stupid of them, knows that you are the captain’s woman, so no one will try to get your attention and in the unfortunate case that they do, they will try to avoid you or treat you badly so that you lose interest; This is one of the few scenarios where Shanks and the rest of the crew accept that you are not treated with respect, that is, the crew appreciate you, but you are putting the life of a nakama at risk, please be more aware and just look at the captain
If your love interest is not part of his crew, is not someone of importance, and is a man, Shanks can go two routes, if he is feeling in a good mood, he will simply make that person unattractive, not only to you but also for the whole world, Shanks will make one or some of his subordinates take care of that person, how? you may ask, I don't have the answer, but let's say that some limbs of the body are missing and now your love interest looks a bit… disfigured, honestly, it's kind of sad to see
The second route is the classic disappear your love interest from your sight and kill him, there is not much to imagine there, his body will end up buried on any random island (because Shanks has principles) or it will be thrown into the sea to be eaten of some marine king and all this behind your back
"How strange, yesterday I met a very nice man on this island, but today I can't find him anywhere" you sigh a little disappointed for not seeing the young man who had caught your attention
"Seriously? It's a shame y/n, who wouldn't want to see a woman as attractive as you again" says Shanks as he continued to drink from his bottle of liquor, sitting on top of a barrel, located exactly above where the body of the man you were pining for at that moment lay buried lifeless "but don't worry, you still have your beloved captain to give you all the attention a pretty young woman like you needs" he winks at you to let out a laugh which makes you laugh since it is contagious since he is very charismatic
Well, I was telling you that in the case of Sabo, regardless of gender, your love interest will suffer a terrible beating and blame you for the rest of their life since you are the cause of their misery; with Shanks, it is different, after all, he has a weakness for women, especially if they are young and beautiful
Do not be confused or angry, obviously, you are the number one in his heart, the one who will become his woman, his official wife, and the mother of his future children, but he is not blind, if that girl caught your interest, wouldn't she catch his interest too?
Here are three options that I'll quickly explain because there isn't much to say in these situations and the post is getting long (seriously, why can't I make short posts?):
Option one – Polyamorous relationship as your love interest is not a man, which means that she does not have the natural way to impregnate you, she is not a threat to him and his goals, she is a blessing in disguise, now he has not one but two beautiful young and fertile women, in this scenario he would let you go and pursue your crush, but obviously he will do the same
Let's be honest, as pretty and nice as you are, you could be Boa Hancock with the personality of Nico Robin, you're no match for Shanks, your love interest will fall at the feet of the charismatically sexy redhead and be his girlfriend you will have no choice but to enter into a relationship with him if you also want to be with your crush
at least the threesomes will be amazing, Shanks will give them both a lot of love (and cum) and wait for both of them to get pregnant at the same time, so their children will have someone to grow up with
Option two – Lesbianism does not triumph today in this scenario we can say that your love interest, despite meeting the requirements of being young, attractive, and fertile, her personality is not to the taste of the redhead, (it could probably be because she spoke bad of you or you were not as interesting to her as she was to you and she communicated it to Shanks in a way that he did not end up liking), more importantly, your love interest is not interested in other women, rather sees them as competition
So Shanks, respecting your love interest's sexual orientations, which definitely makes getting rid of her easier, he'll either help monetarily to get her out of your sight or get her a partner of her liking, whichever It ends in, you will not have the girl you like, better settle with your captain
Option Three – What are those chains for? Easy, fast, and simple, she meets the requirements of what he likes, but either her personality is disgusting, or she probably talks bad about you or she doesn't like you or maybe she likes you too, but she doesn't plan on sharing you with the captain, much less accepting his seed in her womb and having children with him, and Shanks isn't feeling generous in that scenario because of her response
So the Yonkou makes the most reasonable decision he can make while in a bad mood, knock her out, and let his entire crew take advantage of her (those who want to, I know my dear Benn is a decent, principled man, who likes mutual consent and will only give his dick to nice girls who deserve it) then chains her up and sells her for a cheap price (because he won't even give her the privilege of being a high-class slave which is why she was gang raped for several weeks) to the human auction house in the Sabaody Archipelago
And you, you never realized what happened, yesterday you talked to her, and today she is gone
#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece headcanons#yandere one piece#yandere posts#one piece drabble#Shady spicy#yandere x reader#yandere sabo#yandere shanks#yandere sabo x reader#yandere shanks x reader#akagami no shanks x reader#yandere akagami no shanks#revolutionary sabo#one piece sabo#one piece shanks#tw rape#tw violence#tw noncon
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Hellcheer Ten Years Later/Recovery AU…
(So this tragic idea is eating away at my brain and distracting me. Thought I’d jot it down here for maybe a future story or inspiration).
tw: mentions of drugs, alcohol, addiction, od, eds and attempted s*icide.
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There was never any Vecna or Upside Down, never a drug deal at an abandoned picnic table in the forest behind the school, and Eddie and Chrissy never met again after that fateful Middle School Talent Show. After graduation, Eddie did just what he said and ran like hell out of Hawkins and never looked back.
It’s 1996 and Eddie made a decent career for himself, touring and opening for big names, but always felt this unhappiness inside of him, this void that no amount of sex, drugs and rock and roll could ever fill. In his late twenties the drugs and alcohol spiral out of control to the point he wakes up in the hospital after an accidental OD.
Wayne takes him home and begs him to get help, try to recover, that he doesn't have the strength to bury any more family members. For his uncle's sake, to repay him for taking him in as a kid, Eddie eventually gives in and admits himself into a private recovery center somewhere in the hills of Illinois.
It’s rural and quiet, filled with rich and semi famous addicts. Eddie hates it upon entry… and well the withdrawal, being told what to do on a daily basis, and the group therapy doesn’t warm him up to it.
One morning, feeling weary and miserable, he takes a long walk outside on one of the trails. He stops in his tracks, pretty sure he’s hallucinating when he sees Chrissy Cunningham, the former Queen of Hawkins High and his crush of eight years, reclined on a bench, reading under one of trees... And she’s reading The fucking Hobbit of all things.
Stupefied, he slowly approaches and it’s actually her, thinner than he remembers if that’s possible, those sparkling blue eyes now dull, gray... sad. "Chrissy?" he asks in disbelief, startling her terribly.
“Sorry, sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She stares up at him with haunted eyes, trembling a little. It unsettles him for a moment, and he thinks he should just walk away, leave her alone... but he stays, tries again. Desperate. “Uh hey, hi…" Very smooth. "You probably don’t remember me; but we went to high school together—"
“Eddie Munson.” she replies softly in astonishment, eyes widening.
And for the first time in he doesn’t know how long, he feels life and warmth inside him again as they talk and reconnect on the bench, beneath the leaves. She’s still so beautiful. Sweet and kind. He makes her laugh and the sound causes his heart to skip a beat in his chest, only for it to sink a moment later when he notices the wedding ring on her finger, but he doesn’t let it show.
She’s Chrissy Carver now. She married Jason right after graduation and studied at IU with him for four years before moving back to Hawkins to be near her parents and start a family. She grows quiet and reserved, her smile disappearing when she mentions her husband. He watches as she recoils back into herself. She tells him that she's been struggling with an ED half her life as well as addiction and depression.
Jason admitted her into rehab after her last failed s*icide attempt earlier that spring. She’s been there for almost four months now.
Eddie listens silently as she slowly opens up to him. It’s awful to think that someone like her ended up in a place like this. Her life seemed so perfect back in school.
He asks if she’s found any healing during her stay.
She shrugs her shoulders saying that she’s away from her mother, so that is healing in and of itself.
They walk and talk together every day after that, sharing their scars and the dark ugly parts of their lives that led them there, finding companionship in one another.
He plays his music for her in exchange for her poems and thoughts. Falling in love in the most unlikely way in the most unlikely of places.
#hellcheer#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#munningham#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer fanfiction#hellcheer fanfic#fic ideas
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Colors - Kim Hongjoong
Summary: You were Hongjoong’s second love. His first love had passed away a few years ago, leaving Hongjoong behind. It was now your job to heal Hongjoong’s broken heart. But could you even do it and make Hongjoong see the colours of life again?
The most tragic loss there was besides losing your beloved parents was probably seeing the person you love die. No one should ever experience it, but Hongjoong had seen it. His first wife had passed away after a long fight with cancer. Hongjoong was there for her the whole time but in the end, he lost her, nevertheless.
It was hard afterwards. It was as if someone ripped out a part of his heart. Every step he took he was hurt, and he got more and more tired. The light of his life turned dark, and he only saw the dark side of life.
Whenever the cherry blossom festival started, he didn’t see the beauty of them but was focused on how the wind was strong and cold. When the first snow came, he wasn’t running out into the garden laughing and enjoying it. He stayed inside and complained about the traffic problems. Hongjoong’s whole life was different.
Sure, he always tried his best to keep it away from his fans when he held a concert. But he was sure that they had a feeling that something was wrong. Hongjoong could only hide the tears he had shared multiple times, but he could not hide the sadness his eyes displayed. Yet, he could not openly show it, because he didn’t want fans to worry. After all, they never knew Hongjoong was taken in the first place. Therefore, he had to continue living his life this way, even though it was hard.
He continued to live like this for a while, even when he met you, he wasn’t fully committing. He felt as if he’d betrayed his deceased wife. Eventually, after sixteen months he admitted that he was in love with you, but he was scared. He was scared that his wife felt betrayed. And how he could have fallen in love again. Even though he said he would never.
You were patient with him, he went through so much. You didn’t mind waiting, you would wait as long as it would take.
After another two months, he asked if you’d mind coming with him to the grave. You accepted because you knew that it would help Hongjoong find closure.
So here you were standing in front of his wife’s grave. Hongjoong put the flowers on the gravestone and smiled.
“Hi, my love.” Hongjoong started and you smiled. You knew that even if you stepped into his life. This woman was his first love and would always play a big role in his life. “Today, I am not alone. I wanted you to meet someone.” Hongjoong got up and went back to you and took your hand and held it. “I fell in love again, you know,” Hongjoong said, looking down and then back to the grave. “I know, I always said I wouldn’t, but I never thought you’d be taken away from me this early.” Hongjoong continued.
He looked over to you and you met his gaze and smiled. “She came into my life when I needed someone the most,” he said while looking into your eyes. Then he looked back to the grave. “After you passed away, I was in a dark place. I couldn’t enjoy anything. I would always find the bad side of a day. Today I would have said how the clouds are making me feel sad, instead of being happy that the weather is turning warmer and warmer.” he explained. “I am not here to tell you I stopped loving you. You will always be my beloved wife. And she knows that you are a big part of my life and always will be.” you nodded, even though Hongjoong wasn’t looking. “She will take care of me, while you watch over us, okay? I wish you could give us your blessing in any way.” Hongjoong knelt and stroked the picture of his wife as suddenly the sun came out.
Hongjoong looked up to the sky and sobbed. You walked over to him and stroked through his hair down to his back where you kept your hand. “Thank you, my love. For giving me your blessing. I am sure I will visit you often and tell you about everything. And I will bring her with me from time to time as well. Be happy wherever you are as well, okay.” Hongjoong stroked away a tear that was going down his cheek. “I love you and thank you for the time you gave me with you.” he kissed his hand and then put it on the photo. He got up and you looked at him. He met your eyes and smiled.
“Can I say something as well?” you asked and Hongjoong nodded. “of course.”
You stepped slightly forward. “Hi, I haven’t gotten the chance to meet you, but I am sure you were amazing. I just want you to know that I will take good care of him. You do not have to worry about him anymore. Thank you for your blessing and be happy. Because I will do everything in my power to make him happy.” you smiled and bowed lightly in front of the grave, making Hongjoong try to hold back his tears.
You turned back to him and stood in front of him. “Thank you.” he mouthed. “For speaking to her as well.”
“She will always be with you, Hongjoong. And I don’t mind you talking about her whenever you feel like it. If you want to come here, come here. If you want me to come with you, tell me. I am by your side. Okay?”
Hongjoong cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Okay, I will. Thank you. For everything, you’ve done so far. For being this patient.” he looked into his eyes. “And thank you for not giving up on us.” he smiled.
“I love you, Hongjoong.” you smiled, stroking his cheek.
Hongjoong leaned into your hand and then pulled you into his arms, looking over to his wife’s grave. “We will go for now. But I will be back.” Hongjoong said. “I miss you. I still do.”
You stroked his back while being in his arms. “Goodbye for today.” he stroked over the gravestone as you walked away.
Having the blessing of his deceased wife gave Hongjoong the knowledge that nothing he did was wrong. And you would patiently be by his side and be there for him. You don’t mind him being in the graveyard a lot. She was his first love, and you would only try to close the hole she left, with love you could give. And you knew Hongjoong would give you all the love he could give. Making you the most important person in his life now, but always thought to his wife that had passed away too early.
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You know what always, ALWAYS, breaks my heart.
The fact that Jinx truly doesn’t believe she is loved; yet she is one of the most loved people in this entire show. It’s just so fucking tragic that she can’t see that.
Silco and Vi love her so goddamn much.
The climax of season 1, boils down to these two fighting for Jinx to pick them over the other, to stay with with them, be their family.
Jinx has literally just kidnapped them and shown herself to clearly be a danger to their lives and general safety, and yet….
The thought of losing her is unbearable to both Silco and Vi.
Silco would never have given her up. Never!
This is a man who less than a decade ago, would’ve sacrificed anything and anyone for his cause; but now…
He would burn everything and everyone for his daughter. For her to remain at his side.
She killed him and the most important thing to Silco, in his last moments, was making sure she knew he would have never given her up, that nothing was worth her, to comfort her, and tell her she was perfect.
And Vi. My other poor, tragic and beautiful daughter.
I don’t know how anyone can say Vi doesn’t love her sister. Did you even watch the show?
I think it’s such a misjudgment of Vi’s character that people say because she freezes up and doesn’t try “harder” to reach out to Jinx that she doesn’t love her.
Because think about that for a second -
Vi who is this seemingly unstoppable force of nature, completely freezes when it comes to Jinx.
She is so scared of losing her sister, of saying or doing the wrong thing, of hurting her again.
Vi blames herself so goddamn much to the point that Vi, VI, who is absolutely defined by her fighter response, just freezes when it comes to Jinx.
These two love Jinx so goddamn much and it breaks my heart how Jinx can’t see that; or at least not until it’s too late.
Then you have Ekko. Forget romantic feelings or crushes; this boy loved his best friend so goddamn much and had so much respect for her; that despite her (from his POV) choosing to be ‘evil,’ still put her on his mural of those he’s lost.
Jinx has killed people on that mural; and yet there is Powder in the center of everyone that Ekko lost that one awful night. She is one of three largest portraits up there. That’s an insane amount of love and respect to give to her; especially considering how their relationship devolved.
And then you get to their fight and Ekko who has been fighting Jinx and Silco for years; who has lost many of his people to them. Who is so angry and filled with pain and hates Jinx...
God, the look on his face when he realizes who he’s hurting, who is underneath him. This poor, beautiful boy goes through like several different stages of shock, pain, and longing in a matter of seconds, when he actually sees Jinx.
Then you have Vander. I know we don’t have much between him and Powder, but I am baffled by the idea that people think Vander didn’t love her.
His last words to Vi were - “Take care of Powder.”
In his dying moments, Vander thought of Powder; she was that important to him.
Now, if he has a few more sentences I’m sure he would’ve also told Vi to not seek revenge on Silco, because he wasn’t worth Vi and Powder’s lives and their safety, as well as reaffirm his love and pride for Vi.
But he didn’t get more time; so he said what was most important to him in that moment - “Take care of Powder.”
Don’t even try to say that Vander didn’t love Powder.
And while we don’t see much of them; you cannot tell me that Claggor and Mylo didn’t love Powder. Yes, even Mylo.
Mylo was an insecure, young boy who took out his anger and frustrations on his younger sister; because she was even more of a weak link than he was and he wanted to feel better about himself.
But, I can’t imagine he would’ve ever wanted to be such a source of pain and torment for her, that Jinx’s Demon!Mylo has become.
And, while we only see a few interactions between them, just the way Claggor looked at Powder tells me that he loved and cared for her.
This girl is so beyond loved (and has been loved) but yet, she can’t see it. Likely because she doesn’t love herself; she has a hard time imagining that someone could love her.
Which again, is just heartbreakingly tragic.
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