#we stopped being friends years ago now but the real breaking point was them being antimask antivax
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Happy Ace Week!
I am somewhere under the ace umbrella. I remember being so scared when I started to figure it out because I felt broken. I was on Tumblr lot in '11-12. I remember seeing a post that the phrase "I want to climb him like a tree" wasn't just a figure of speech to many people. I thought it sounded fake but began to wonder. Like I had long joked about hiring a sex worker before I turned 40 just so I wasn't a silly movie title but not because I actually wanted sex. So when a friend I knew enjoyed sex and I went to the movies I asked if they actually wanted to fuck the person they said that about. She said yes and I started to explain I thought asexual might fit me better than bisexual but it was stressing me out. She was great about it. I remember trying not to cry while waiting for Fright Night to start.
I still go back and forth on specifics so most days I just say queer or bisexual. I tend to also use bisexual if I'm just not in the mood to explain because at this point more people I run across know that one. If we get closer I might go into detail that I am like biromantic/demisexual/asexual.
I turn 42 in December but labels still fail me at times. So let me be a hypocrite and say to not let the labels box you in. That it may change or become more nuanced as you get older.
#ace week#asexual#deep thoughts while drinking tea#and that friend was great in a couple of important moments but so toxic in other ways#we stopped being friends years ago now but the real breaking point was them being antimask antivax
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❈ 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ❈
❝one day i will stop falling in love with you, some day, someone will like me like i like you.❞
♡ manjiro sano ♡
a/n: current mood - wanting to breaking people’s hearts 😈 (sorry mikey stans)
content: mikey x reader (y/n), very heavy angst, right person wrong time, you’re mikey’s childhood friend, he’s getting married (lolz), not grammatically checked/edited
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you finished adding the final touches to your makeup, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you checked in the mirror if your concealer hid your puffy eyes well. some would say that whatever you were going through was tragic, a scenario that you would read about in romance novels where the main character is destined to a miserable fate.
and perhaps that was right.
you’ve been feeling miserable, sad and pathetic for the last month and a half since you’ve received the invitation. a piece of paper that felt like a sharp knife slicing your heart in half.
what was worse was that you couldn’t even find it in your heart to throw away the card. it was beautifully decorated with happy pastel colors and confetti, printed on expensive card stock, pop-up designs and a photo of him with the girl that was supposed to be you.
it was your childhood friend’s wedding, except for the catch that you’ve been holding in a burdening crush on him for the last twenty years. he was your person and you were his, being there for each other through thick and thin.
you both created a world where it was just the two of you while everyone else became a blur, a bunch of white noise. he was the invincible mikey and you were his key.
you couldn’t help but wonder, when did things change so fast? how did the perfect world you both created become nothing but dust?
---
(17 years ago)
“how is she, doc?” the young boy with a dragon tatted on his skull asked curiously as he stared at his friend, well practically family, in concern.
“it was just an upset stomach, little man. we gave your sister some antibiotics to fight off those nasty little germs that’s been bothering her. she’ll be good in a few days. you sure you don’t have a parent or older family member we can contact?” the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow as he held the pen in his hand eagerly, hoping the blonde boy would say something to him.
“we’re orphans and she’s not my real sister. we have someone that’s been taking care of us for all these years and he’ll come by shortly.” he murmured, shame painting his face as his gaze went down to the floor.
the doctor looked at him with sorrow, patting his head.
“hang tight, buddy. keep her company, but don’t make her laugh too much or else it might make her cry.” he tried to create humor and it successfully made the frowning by crack a crooked smile.
“yes, sir!” the little boy playfully saluted as he watched the man in the white coat walk away with a chuckle.
“ken?” his ears rang up when hearing your faint call of his name, a small whimper following after.
“y/n! are you hurting anywhere? should i call the doctor back? uncle’s gonna be here soon with remi. i told them to bring your favorite chocolate pudding.” draken gave you a cheeky grin, his hand now holding yours tightly.
“you know me so well, sometimes i forget that i’m an orphan.” you laughed quietly, trying to not put strain on your stomach.
“you’re not an orphan, y/n. you got me, uncle, remi and the other girls too. we’re one big happy family.” he persisted, eyebrows furrowing as he tried his best to convince you to believe his point.
“you told the doctor that i’m not your sister, ken.” you whispered, your throat becoming dry as the words left your mouth. draken fell silent for a few seconds before sighing, laying his head besides your hand.
“i told him that you’re not my real sister, y/n. there’s a difference. i don’t care what the law says because my heart says otherwise. you’ll always be the sister that i’ve always dreamed of having.” his eyes twinkled, a hand coming up to ruffle your hair.
“so i heard one of my little girls was sick? maybe some chocolate pudding will make those little bad guys in your stomach go away.” your uncle’s voice boomed in your ward, a small smile plastered on his face as he shook the white plastic bag.
your eyes glimmered in content before you were pulled into a bear hug by remi. the girl sobbed on your shoulder, wetting it with tears and snot as she roared by your ears.
“y/nnnn!!!! i thought you were gonna die when kenny told uncle! i love you, y/n, don’t leave ever me. ever.” she hiccuped between every word as your uncle and draken tried to console her and calm her down.
“it was a stomach bug, remi. i’ll be better in a few days.” you tried to cheer her up. she raised her head, looking at you in doubt.
“promise?” remi sniffled.
“promise, you know i’d never lie to you.” you wiped away her tears before hugging her once more.
your uncle handed the three of you the small containers of chocolate pudding.
“why don’t you three take a walk outside, i’ll have this really nice nurse walk you guys. it’s good to get some fresh air.” the doctor said, patting your back and you all agreed, soon leaving the room.
you happily skipped through the hallway, one pudding container in your pocket, while the other one was tightly secured in your hand as you ate it.
“let’s play hide and seek, you’re the seeker ken!” you quickly blurted out, not giving either of them a choice before running off to the other direction. you faintly heard draken groan in annoyance, being tired of always being the seeker but he’d always do it for you.
you saw a pretty quiet hallway and decided to turn to that corner, only to find a small quiet room. you figured that it wouldn’t be too much of a trouble to hide in here for a few minutes
you opened the door, nearly having a heart attack from the sudden appearance of another person. it was a boy with short blonde hair, he was huddled up into a ball, quietly whimpering and crying.
“hey, kid.” you called out to him, only to not receive a response. a heavy sigh left your lips as you walked over to him, sitting on the floor besides him. the boy looked up at you, eyes all puffy and his nose red.
he’s pretty cute.
“look, i’m really bad at comforting people. but, when i’m super sad, i eat chocolate pudding to make me happy again.” you said with a grin, digging in your pocket to get your other container out.
you grabbed his hand and opened his palm before placing the treat in it. he stared at it in momentary silence.
“who are you?” he finally spoke, looking at you with slight confusion.
“just a stranger who’s hiding from her siblings in an intense game of hide and seek. what about you?” you chuckled, scooping another bite into your mouth.
“i’m.. i don’t know.” he said with a shaky breath, shaking his head.
“that’s fine, we don’t always know the answer to everything. ken is really mean sometimes, he’s a year older than me and asked me what 345 times 82 is. i could bet you my whole stash of chocolate pudding that he doesn’t know himself. tch, smart my ass.” you scoffed, earning a small giggle from your side. you side eyed him, seeing him detach the small spoon from the plastic lid before opening it.
“what’s your name?” he asked you, eyes anticipating for an answer.
“y/n. you?” you continued to inhale your treat as you waited for him to respond.
“mikey.” the blonde boy scooped in a hefty amount into his mouth as he consumed the sweet dessert.
“why were you crying, mikey?” you asked, not realizing how insensitive you were being.
“it’s personal.” mikey shortly dismissed, but you were a little slow to understand and continued to persist until he caved in.
“it’s just me and you in here. think of it as a bubble with just us, nothing comes in or goes out of this bubble.” you assured him, patting his back.
for some strange reason, mikey felt like he could tell you anything from how comfortable you made him feel. considering the fact that he didn’t want to show any kind of reaction or emotion towards his family, he decided to seek that comfort and release in you.
“my mother just died, about an hour ago.” he bluntly dropped the bomb, placing a very awkward and tense atmosphere between you both.
“you’ll get over it, mikey.” you calmly answered, making his brows furrow with annoyance and slight anger.
“how could you say that to me? my mother just died.” mikey said in disbelief, his tone heightening a little.
“i’m telling you the truth. i’m sorry that this happened to you, especially at such a young age, but it’ll all pass and soon, today will just be one of your many bad memories. you’ll find peace and love one day and heal, mikey. that’s life.” you defended your previous statement, looking into his eyes with a gentle look.
“and how do you know that? you’re just some ten-year-old weirdo that walked in on me.” he mumbled under his breath, making you giggle.
“i’m an orphan, mikey. i don’t even know what my parents look like or if i even have any to begin with. not even any knowledge on if i have sibling or not. ken and remi aren’t my real siblings, just people i grew up with.” you shrugged, making the blonde boy thin his lips.
“i’m sorry.” he apologized, his gaze lowering to meet his shoes.
“it’s not your fault. there’s too much love in this world to be consumed by regret or grief. i’m not saying that you shouldn’t grieve, but you have to pick yourself up and continue with the rest of your life eventually. it’s what your mom would’ve wanted, mikey.” you ruffled his hair as his eyes shimmered with hope.
“thanks, i’ll try. also, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me crying.” mikey gave you a embarrassed look, holding up his pinky.
“i promise.” you intertwined yours with his.
suddenly, the door flew open, which startled the both of you.
“found you!”
---
“i’m really sorry, sir.” the doctor heavily sighed, trying to pat your uncle’s back as the man sobbed in his palms.
“how bad is it? please, tell me she has time! she’s only ten, i want to be able to walk her down the aisle one day.” your uncle begged, choking between every word and cry.
“the tumor in right in the middle of her brain, wrapping around each and every blood vessel. it’s to aggressive for us to remove it, i’m sorry once again, but it’s inoperable. she’ll bleed out before we can even remove a centimeter of it. with proper treatment and medications, we’re looking at maybe ten more years.” the doctor replied, making your uncle rub his temples in worry.
“uncle!! meet my new friend, mikey! they live on the next block from our house.” you vibrant voice broke the depressing atmosphere. your uncle quickly wiped away his tears, giving you all a smile.
“hey, i remember you! you were in s.s motors with shinichiro.” your uncle patted mikey’s head.
“he’s my big brother.” mikey answered.
“i see, why don’t you come and have lunch with us. we’re going out for burgers, i’ll text your brother that you’re with us.” your uncle suggested, making the small blonde boy nod his head.
and just like that, the both of you became inseparable.
---
high school came around and you were the only thing that was piecing manjiro sano, or rather the invincible mikey, together. he formed a gang and that included your brother in it as well. you all were a pretty tight group to say the least, yet no one could truly understand him better than you could.
not even his right-hand men such as draken or sanzu.
“i think i’m gonna disband toman and move away for some time, you now escape life for a little.” he sighed, opening the lid of the chocolate pudding before handing it to you.
“where’s yours?” you asked, confused as to why he only got one.
“didn’t want one.” he shrugged, digging in his pocket before pulling out a box of cigarettes. he plucked one of the cancer sticks out, planting it in between his lips before lighting it.
you watched him in disappointment, as he inhaled the smoke before coughing it out, eyes becoming watery as you scoffed.
“dumbass, give me that.” you grabbed the stick before throwing it on the ground, stepping on it.
“and that.” you grabbed the pack out of his hands before tossing it into the trash.
“y/n.” mikey called out.
“no, i’m really mad at you. i can’t believe you, mikey. pull that type of shit again and i’ll bury you, i swear. no girl would ever want to kiss you with a mouth like that.” you scoffed, flicking his forehead as he winced in pain.
“not even you?” he teased.
“i’d rather kiss a roach.” you playfully punched his bicep, earning a small laugh from him.
“they only had one pudding left, so i didn’t get one for myself.” he explained himself.
“we could always share, idiot. say ah.” you ordered, scooping a hefty amount of pudding before placing the spoon near his lips. he opened his mouth, eating it with content.
“see, much better than cigarettes. but i was being serious, mikey, i don’t wanna see those near your lips or reach ever again. swear on my life?” you glared at him, making him choke.
“hey! why are you giving me such a harsh swear??” he cleared his throat.
“so you’re saying you’ll lie and do it behind my back?!” you yelled, making him quickly shake his head.
“no, no, no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just saying that isn’t it such a big swear for something so stupid?” mikey tried to reason.
“your health is not stupid, mikey. don’t push my buttons and swear already.” you rolled your eyes, making him sigh.
“fine, i swear.” he said in defeat, stealing the reamining of your pudding to eat.
“hm, good. oh, going back to what you were saying earlier, why so suddenly?” you questioned, backtracking to the previous conversation before you both got out of topic.
“i don’t know, i feel like i’m bringing in my toxic energy in and engulfing everyone. maybe i should just let it all go and step back, you know? even you need a break from me to be honest.” he bitterly laughed. you kissed your teeth before grabbing a hold of his face, turning it to face you as you stared sternly at him.
“mikey, i’m not going anywhere. what i promised you seven years will never break, even after we die. our souls are one, and i can’t leave my other half. so, let me run away with you. wherever you want, i’ll follow right behind you.” you gave him a soft smile, caressing his cheeks lovingly. his expression grew softer, tears welling in his eyes as he buried his face in your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing the top of his head.
it’s been rough on him, especially after losing shinichiro too in an accident. mikey’s been in a really dark place for a few months, shit, even scary if you were honest. he was snappy, rude, all dark and twisty. yet, you never gave up on him.
because you knew that at the end of the day, he was still the same small boy you found in that closet crying to himself.
“y/n, promise me something.” mikey sniffled, pulling away as he looked up at you, eyes holding so much vulnerability.
“i promised my entire life to you, what more should i promise?”you joked, wiping away his tears with the pads of your thumb.
“if we don’t find someone by the age of thirty, let’s get married. i’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than all alone.” he offered, a boyish smile dancing on his lips as your heart fluttered.
you could’ve sworn that it skipped a few beats, making it suddenly harder to breathe as your cheeks grew warm.
“stop fucking around with me, sano. it’s not funny.” you warned him, but his expression remained the same.
“you’re being deadass?” your eyes grew wide and he hummed in response.
“so, are you in or not?” the blonde boy cocked an eyebrow as he held out his pinkie, making you chuckle.
“jeez, it seems like you’re making a life or death contract with me. yes, i’m in.” you answered, intertwining your pinkie with his.
and to think that what you’ve been dreaming of for years were to come true would become only a nightmare.
it’s not until emma’s death where mikey completely disappeared, not answering anyones calls or even yours. you spent days trying to look for him all over the city and even begging koko to somehow track his number or something.
but every effort went in vain.
you cried for months, refusing to eat and giving up on the sweet treat that only reminded you of him. you had nightmares every night, and the only thought that circled your mind was that he was dead.
he was really gone.
until after nearly nine years, he came back. not alone, but accompanied with another person.
a girl, his girl, to be precise.
mikey went to the philippines for those years, returning with a completely new get up that would make it hard for anyone to guess that it was him. his beautiful blonde locks were now cut short with an undercut, dyed black.
you remembered the first day where he showed up at your doorsteps, your knees turned into jelly as you almost collapsed to the group if he didn’t catch you in time. you cried in his arms for so long, cursing and punching him from pain and anger as he whispered thousands of apologies to you.
you were happy, so fucking happy to see that he was alive. it put your mind and heart to peace, until you saw her walk out of the car.
“this is my girlfriend, y/n. we met a few years back and she’s just amazing, you know. i wanted you to meet the most important person of my life first since you’re my best friend.” he mischievously giggled, snaking an arm around her waist.
your throat became dry, heart shattering into a billion pieces as each word leaving his lips was like knives jabbing at your heart. it bled, threatening to leak out of your eyes. yet, you held back, trying your hardest to fake a realistic smile to keep your cool.
“nice to meet you.” you shook her hand.
“the pleasure’s all mine, mikey’s told me a lot about you.” she said, making you awkwardly laugh.
“oh, i see.” you dryly replied, clearing your throat.
“these are for you by the way, it’s a recipe that’s really sacred to my family. i hope you enjoy.” she smiled, handing you a box of what seemed like cookies.
fuck, i can’t even bring myself to hate her.
“thank you, that’s really sweet of you. uh, you both should stay over for lunch.” you offered, secretly praying that they refuse.
“sorry, y/n, i gotta get my bike inspected by ken-chin. next time, yeah?” he ruffled your hair, as you managed to let out a small hum. you waved them goodbye before entering your house, locking the door behind you.
you fell on your knees, letting out all the tears that you’ve been holding in. your cry was ugly, gut-wrenching and painful as it stole all the oxygen from your lungs and made you gag and choke.
it felt like someone died, well, it was sort of like that.
mikey was no longer yours, he was somebody’s else’s. you were all alone now.
you’re the other woman.
you probably shed a gallon of tears by now, trying your best to turn off the water tap glued on your eyes. but, the image of him snaking his arm around her waist never left your mind.
you glanced at the box of cookies on the floor, opening the lid to grab one and take a bite.
“fuck, they taste delicious too.” you cried, throwing it back in the box as you decided that it’ll be best to call out of work sick for tomorrow.
---
the day has finally come, where you have to let him go. he was no longer yours, those days will never come back, now only a happy memory that you can confide to for comfort.
“y/n, you don’t have to do this.” draken sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, determined to attend that damn wedding.
“i have to, ken. he’s my best friend, i can do at least this much for him.” you answered, fixing up the green dress that you wore before putting on your earrings.
“be selfish for once, y/n! i know that you love him, alright? i’ve been living with you since diapers, i know you like the back of my hand. you can lie to anyone but me, i know that you’re not okay. which is why i’m telling you that you don’t have to do this. i’ll tell him that you’re sick or something.” draken’s eyes softened, his expresison growing sad as he looked at your pained expression. you were smiling at him, yet he knew the thousands of thoughts and words that littered your mind.
“ken, i know. the only way i could give myself closure is by seeing it happen, in front of my eyes. i want my last memory of him to be happy and clear, so that when i think of him, i don’t feel pain or misery. if he’s happy then i’m happy because we are each others halves and no one can take that spot. besides, his fiance is so nice, i can’t even bring myself to hate her. he’ll be fine, i know he will.” you explained, grabbing drakens hands as you gave it a tight squeeze, looking up at the tall man that stood before you.
he bit his lips to contain himself from arguing back, caressing your cheeks before letting out a sigh. he nodded his head, deciding to butt-out of your business.
“okay, whatever makes you happy.” he said and you hummed in response before getting up to slip on your heels.
“let’s go, we have a wedding to go to.” you smiled at him, slipped your arm in his as you guys walked out of your house.
the drive to the church was short as it was the same one where hina and takemichi got married. you entered the ladies room where all the bridesmaids were getting dressed up as they all waited for you since you were the maid of honor.
“y/n, you’re here! god, you look gorgeous, maybe i should ditch mikey and marry you instead.” she joked, pulling you into a hug as you chuckled, patting her back.
“you look even prettier. damn, mikey caught a good one i gotta say.” you answered looking at her with eyes full of nothing but adoration.
she was sweet and understanding, a perfect wife for mikey. he deserved this, after being through hell and back, he deserved happiness and peace.
and you were willing to do anything to give him that, even if it meant to go to the ends of the earth and come back.
“it’s almost time! come on ladies, get in position.” one of the bridesmaids announced.
“i’ll see you at the aisle.” you rubbed her shoulder as she hummed, then taking your leave as you entered the wedding hall. you walked up where the priest stood, mikey standing right across you.
his eyes widened when he saw you, walking up to you without hesitation. he pulled you into a tight hug before pulling away with a smile.
“you look absolutely beautiful, y/n, as always. i’m so happy that you’re here, i was honestly so nervous, but after seeing you, i got my courage back.” he honestly said, making it hard for you to form words to respond to him.
“better not chicken out sano, i raised you better than that.” you playfully scolded him.
“yes ma’am!” he jokingly saluted, making you both laugh.
“mr. sano, please stand in position, the bride will enter in a few minutes.” the priest interrupted.
“sorry. i’ll talk to you after the ceremony, okay?” he held your hands, giving it a tight squeeze and you swore that if he was just a hair more closer, you would’ve broken down into tears.
“yeah, yeah, of course. go get married, sano.” you teased, making him blush as he walked back to his original position. you stood with one ring while draken stood with the other, the taller glancing at you frequently to check if you’re okay and you’d discreetly try to nod and give him the signal that you’re fine.
the music began to play and the doors opened, revealing mikey’s soon to be wife, now walking in with her father. a huge smile or her face as you looked over at mikey, only to catch him staring at you before averting his gaze to his wife.
she walked up the steps, now standing besides you as she turned to look at her soon to be husband. the priest began to read the wedding vows and it was soon time to exchange rings. the beautiful diamond ring glimmered under your eyes and you couldn’t help but wished it was for you.
it fit perfectly, like it was made for you and you knew that because you accompanied mikey when he went ring shopping. it was unfortunate to know that his fiance’s ring size was the same as you, so you helped him pick and size it. you remember not being able to take your eyes off of it as soon as he slipped it onto your finger. you felt chills as his skin touched yours, but now, it was reality; only not yours but hers.
“do you, _____, take manjiro sano as your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” the priest asked, and without hesitation⸻
“i do.” she said with the brightest smile, giving him the most lovesick eyes known to mankind.
“do you, manjiro sano, take _____ as your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in sickness and in health, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?” he now asked the groom, and to your surpise, mikey’s eyes were only focused on you.
please, say no, mikey. say no! you’re mine and i’m yours, it always been like that. please, say no.
your mind screamed and your heart bled, hoping for some miracle to change the events to bring it in your favors. but to your disappointment, none of that happened. he gave you a small smile before glancing at his bride.
“i do.” mikey said and the priest suddenly glanced at everyone in the room.
“any objections?” he loudly asked, as a moment of silence fell in the whole room.
me! i object. this wedding shouldn’t be happening, not even in a million years. that should be me in that dress and ring, not her. i don’t want to be the other woman.
“that’s a no then. i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride.” and with that being said, you averted your gaze to the bouquet of flowers as the crowd roared with cheers while they both kissed.
a few tears slipped from your eyes but you managed to quickly wipe them away, praying that nobody saw them. to which nobody did, except for draken as the man look at you with nothing but an aching heart to see you this heartbroken.
the after party was great, from the table of stories and lunch too. the cake was amazing as well, coming from the bakery that you and mikey often went to for study dates during your teen years.
“y/n! there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i just wanted to come here and thank you again for helping out with everything. you’re amazing and i’m so happy to know someone like you.” mikey’s wife came to you and pulled you into a hug, as you pat her back.
“of course, i wish you both the best of luck and a lot of happiness. treat him good, okay? he’s been through so much and he really deserves this. he’s a little childish and stubborn at times but he’s so sweet. he’s great and it breaks my heart to give him away but he’ll be okay. i know he will, he’s mikey after all.” you laughed, making her break into one as well.
“mhm, you got it!” she smiled at you once more before being whisked away by another relative for pictures.
“looks like you’re busy.” you heard a familiar voice behind you, turning around to see mikey grinning at you.
“yup, busy practicing how to spend the rest of my life alone without my other half.” you teased, making him chuckle.
“i suppose if you’re not too busy then you can spare some time to have a dance with me?” mikey wiggled his eyebrows, making your lips curl as you took his hand, being pulled away to the dance floor.
you wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake around your waist. you both sway to the song and it felt like once again everyone else was just a blur and you both were now back in your own world, just the two of you.
“thank you, y/n. for everything, from beginning to end. i’ll never be able to repay you for everything that you’ve done for me. without you, i don’t think i’d even be standing here. you’re my one and only, forever and always; my other half.” he genuinely spoke, eyes glimmering with love and adoration, turning your brain into a bunch of mush and heart becoming all fuzzy.
“you just got married, mikey, don’t make your wife turn against me by saying those kind of things.” you chuckled, making him crack a smile.
“i mean it, you’re very special to me, y/n.” mikey said, tucking in a piece of hair behind your ear. you felt suffocated, feeling your airways and chest tightening. you couldn’t tell if it was from all that food you stress-ate or the feelings that threatened to pour out right this moment.
“can we go somewhere private, i gotta tell you something.” you urgently ushered him, as he quickly nodded his head before being dragged away to the groom’s room.
you quickly closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to face him. mikey grew concerned at your behavior and silence as he constantly asked if you were okay.
“if someone were to ask me what would be the best and worst day of my life, i would tell them that it was the day that i met you.” you breathed out, making mikey tilt his head to the side in confusion.
“huh?” he managed to say.
“it was the day where i found someone that understood me as a person deep from within, knew my every thought and feeling before i even had to say it or act on it. i found my other half, the person that made me, well, me. the person whom i’ve grown to not be able to live without as well. which also brings it to why it’s my worst day as well.” you grew silent, words feeling too heavy to spew out as tears gathered in your eyes.
“the person that i can’t live without, mikey.” you choked out, tears now streaming down your face as mikey’s eyes widened.
“y/n, i don’t under-”
“i love you, okay! not as a friend, but as someone more. i wanted to be the person that you spend the rest of your life with.” you cried, making him gulp harshly.
“i wanted to be your bride.” you sadly laughed, looking up at him with a tear-stained face as your mascara and eyeliner was now smudged.
“oh my god, y/n.” he whispered, trying to pull you into a hug but you quickly stopped him.
“don’t! if you hug me right now, i’ll break and won’t be able to stop myself. please, just hear me out. when we went ring shopping, i never wanted to take it off of my finger and it felt so nice when you put it on me. that night, i went home and couldn’t stop envisioning a future where it was us instead. i’ve loved you ever since we were kids, mikey.” you confessed, making him break into tears as he pulled you into a hug, unable to contain himself.
“then why the hell didn’t you say anything before? you even had the chance to object when the priest said the vows. why didn’t you say anything!” he sobbed, his embrace tightening as if he never wanted to let you go.
“because she’s good, mikey. you need a wife who’s sweet, tender, gentle and understanding. she’s perfect for you, mikey. you’ll be okay, i know you will.” you gave him a sad smile, holding his face as you looked deep into his eyes.
“but you’re also-”
“no, mikey. you need someone who can cherish you and spend many more happy years to come. i can’t give you that.” you sniffled, making him furrow his eyebrows.
“i don’t understand, what’s going on?” mikey panicked.
“i’m dying, mikey. that day that i met you, i was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and it seems that i barely have a full month left to live. i was supposed to be long gone by last month but i guess i was lucky enough to see you get married.” you cried with a smile.
“no, no, you’re lying to me. this can’t be! y/n, this isn’t time for jokes, please, i can’t lose you too. i’ll marry you, i’ll manage something, i promise. please, just don’t leave me.” he begged, holding onto you like you would disappear from his reach if he were to let go.
“mikey, don’t make all of this go into vain. i worked so hard to come to terms with my feelings and get closure. which is why i waited until after the wedding to tell you because even if i do leave you, you’ll have her to be there with you. you need to live for me, and enjoy your life in happiness. okay?” you sobbed, trying to convince him but he kept shaking his head in denial.
“no! please, y/n! i-i-”
“here, make sure to share with her, alright? don’t get too greedy.” you tried to joke to lighten the mood, as you opened his palm to give him the container of chocolate pudding.
“y/n, please.” he cried, but you were stern with your decision. you felt yourself becoming light-headed and the familiar feeling of nausea. it almost felt like you were dying, ironically.
“bye, mikey.” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before running out of the room. mikey yelled your name behind like a madman as he ran after you, but you were too ahead. the fresh air hit your skin, sending goosebumps everywhere and it felt like you could breathe again.
you walked over to draken’s car and opened the door, sitting down as you were about to close the door.
“i love you too, y/n! i always have and always will.” was the last thing you heard before slamming the door shut, breaking into tears.
“start the car, ken.” you said in between your sobs, driving away from the church.
“so, you gonna hide from him forever or what? you know, y/n, i never told you how much i love you. well, not like that. but, i’m grateful for having someone like you in my life. i’d do anything to make you smile, you’re the most selfless and kind person i’ve ever met. an angel is what you are.” draken rambled, making you softly chuckle.
“thanks ken, i love you too.” you tiredly slurred your words, draken glancing at you as he stopped at a light, a smile etching on his face.
“seems like you’re tired, let’s get takeout tonight and go to the movies with remi. you know, just like the old days. what do you say?” draken asked, only to be met with silence. he chuckled to himself as he decided to not bother you and let you sleep till you both got home.
draken finished parking the car, calling your name a few times to try and wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge.
“jeez, gonna make me carry your ass up those damn stairs.” he groaned while getting out of the car and opening the door to yours.
“y/n-” he grew quiet, seeing your pale face made his blood run could. draken quickly bent down and put his ear on your heart, two fingers on your wrist.
no beat, no pulse.
“no, no⸻y/n, wake up! please, i need you to wake up!” draken cried, wrapping his arms around your cold and lifeless body to give you some of his warmth.
but it was no use, you were already gone.
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#tristampparty day 4, episode 4: hungry!
HAPPY WOLFWOOD WEDNESDAY AND DAY 4 OF @tristampparty!! i've watched this episode at least half a dozen times so... LET'S GOOOOO
it's been pointed out a million times already but lol lmao even. i want to eat rocks.
this is more subtle if you dont know japanese but wolfwood being introduced in episode 4 is also a death flag. did they plan it this way on purpose. (4=shi=death)
also the radio dj for this episode is masaya onosaka again!
it just breaks my heart, man. god when i read volume 7 and realized that's where orange got this from. man. man.
wolfwood getting hit by the truck is funny i'm sorry.
okay i'm kind of confused actually about what the plan was here... like we know that wolfwood was sent to be vash's guide, but him getting hit by the truck was OBVIOUSLY NOT PLANNED so the group finding zazie at the fuel station wasn't planned either. like. based on what zazie says later in the episode, they were "helping" wolfwood gain vash's trust by creating an enemy for them to face together. so did zazie just do all of this on the fly? should i just assume that zazie knows everything that's going on all the time? did they see what was going on from the worm cloud above that we see at the start of the episode? even though those worms were just... microbial? so they determined which fuel station the truck was going to stop at and killed the people there and disguised themself... that must have been what happened, right?
and what's with this. there was a post i saw a while ago where op said they don't like how orange adapted this scene. because the context is changed. because zazie and wolfwood are working together so instead of this being an act of genuine kindness wolfwood is just... acting i guess. but i don't know. does wolfwood even know this is zazie at this point. maybe he's stupid idk KLJDSFKLSDFJ or is it that he can't help himself because zazie LOOKS like a child?? I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS SCENE NOW.
this is clearly an act though i mean unless orange has some insane as-yet-unseen backstory for zazie, these aren't genuine tears
it's so funny how vash gives roberto the bill like this. like, "daaaad..."
so he says, with zazie at the center of the composition.
they tried to spike him up a little bit, but no matter how you look at him, i don't think he's worthy of the title of needle-noggin. this is just wolfwood subconsciously remembering what he called vash in previous timelines (<- JOKE)
i wonder about this. the only "human" who can control worms is zazie. humans, plural, though? how many human disguises has zazie taken on over the years?
wolfwood has given negative reasons for vash to trust him. this is just vash subconsciously remembering his relationship with wolfwood in previous timelines (<- JOKE)
vash's little sneeze after him and wolfwood get sneezed out of the worm is sooooo cute
they're just lying out their ass they're fully aware that vash is a plant
ehhh i've said this before but i don't like how orange adapted zazie... they're very different from their manga counterpart. they're one of the most changed characters i think. i don't like their design that much either... the half-pants... idk... i like the bug mask at least...? i like that there's some insect-like design elements but... eh...
honestly shout out to these guys. the real stars of this episode fr
interesting how roberto is the one who distrusted wolfwood the most but doesn't actually oppose wolfwood going with them...? meryl is the one most opposed...
I'VE WATCHED THIS EPISODE SO MANY TIMES AND I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT ZAZIE MEANS HERE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN KILLING FRIENDS. WOLFWOOD DOESN'T DO THAT. HE HAS NEVER DONE THAT.
what moment does he mean. talking about his gate so does he mean in episode 3? from when... right before he shot his gun at knives, maybe? there was a weird aura... i thought it was because of what knives did to vash's gun but... uhhh.... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh (steam comes out of my ears from thinking too hard)
uhhhh. this is ninelives. there's more than one of him. is this how they adapted ninelives... instead of being piloted by nine guys there are nine... of him... like... nine big guys... nine robots(?)...????
haha. yeah. and knives hates that. :')
that ends episode 4... we're really getting into it now...
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Birthday Blues
Chuck Taylor X fem reader Main Masterlist
Summary: With Best Friend’s spitting up Chuck finds himself alone on his birthday, or so he thinks.
An: You know I had to write a little something something for his special day
This morning I woke up with dozens of text messages from friends and family wishing me a happy birthday. But no matter how many texts I got they didn’t make up for the fact my ‘best friend’ didn’t wish me a happy birthday. Trent and I had been friends forever. We grew up in the industry together, we did everything together. He was my best friend! I don’t know what got into Trent recently but I didn’t like it. I didn’t understand the reason for his actions. Sure neither of us has held gold in quite some time but we should be happy for our friends. Kris and Orange were doing amazing things, we should be celebrating with them not wishing for their downfall.
It didn’t even feel like my birthday, all I wanted to do was rot in my hotel room. Last night Trent gave me an ultimatum. It was him or Orange. How could I pick between the two of them? Sure I’ve known Trent for longer and the two of us shared so much more but no way I would pick between my two best friends! I ignored all of Kris and Orange’s calls and texts. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, I wanted to be alone. I was never one for birthdays, I never felt worthy of the celebrations. Why should you all be celebrating me? I’m not special. I didn’t mind spending my birthday alone. In fact, I preferred it over spending it with my family. Every time I went back home everyone would ask about my dating life. Are you seeing anyone Chucky? When are you going to settle down? Your time is running up to have children, let me set you up with a nice girl Chuck. I wanted to pull my hair out at the comments.
I didn’t want to date anyone. I hadn’t been in love for a long time. Even when I was of course I fucked it all up. I was okay with being alone. Just as I was busy sulking in my hotel room I heard someone aggressively knocking on my door. I yelled at them to go away but instead, they began knocking even louder. I flung open the door ready to scream at whoever was on the other side but stopped right in my tracks when I saw who it was. It was Y/n. I hadn’t seen her in years.
“A little clementine told me you wanted to spend your birthday alone,” Said Y/n. As much as I was mad Orange somehow got my ex-girlfriend to pull me out of my depressive state I was also happy to see Y/n again. “Tell me Chuck, what’s got you so blue?” Y/n asked as she let herself into my hotel room. “I just don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to pick between my best friends? I don’t want to choose between them!” I confessed. “I know you are under a lot of stress right now Chuck. I get it, I do but that doesn’t mean you should spend your birthday feeling sorry for yourself. Birthdays are supposed to be fun! It’s the one day you can put yourself first and no one can say anything about it” Y/n had a point, all of this was making me look more pathetic. Trent said it himself, I was weak. “How about you and I go out for the day? We can do whatever you like Chuck. There are lots of things to do in the city! It’s your day to be spoiled!” Just before I could protest Y/n cut me off “Before you say anything yes Chuck you do deserve this. No Chuck, you are not pathetic. You have to stop being so hard on yourself Chucky, you deserve nothing but the best. I wish you could have seen that when we were together” Her words left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. As much as I appreciated her praise it reminded me of when the two of us used to date years ago. Y/n ended up breaking up with me due to my lack of self-confidence. I know that sounded stupid but it was a real thing. I was constantly shitting on myself, I was always so down. I’m sure that’s difficult to be around.
I ended up caving and took Y/n’s offer to spend the day celebrating myself. However, I didn’t expect her to say this. “We can do anything you want today Chuck, who knows maybe I’ll stay the night” Best birthday ever!
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how to protect my bf and i from the villainess! — 16. beomgyu's birthday bash!
# ❛synopsis. three years after your last attempt in pursuing romance, you seem to have caught the heart of a shy guy from another university! everything seems to be going well... until you accidentally came out from hiding and caught the attention of two people—one of them being the reason why your last attempt in romance went up in flames! oh no, what ever will you do?
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SOOBIN WAKES up to the sound of his front door slamming open at... "what the hell?" he mumbles, squinting at the red numbers of his alarm clock staring back at him, reading 12:00 am. his mouth opens in disbelief, eyebrows scrunched as he gently pries your arms away from his body. soobin grumbles profanities as he walks towards the living room.
"woah dude," says beomgyu, his eyes wide as he points at him. "your hair is all over the place. it's a bird's nest, for real."
"beomgyu, what the fuck?" soobin blinks a couple times.
beomgyu looks up from the bags he was going through moments ago, his eyebrows furrowed, and points an accusing finger at the blonde. "first off," he huffs. "where is my happy birthday?"
"what..."
"second off," he says, dumping out everything in the plastic bags onto the table. "you're going to help me decorate all of this later."
soobin scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "like hell i will. how did you even get in here?"
the younger boy laughs and dangles a key in the air. "you really need to hide your spare key somewhere else, dude. someone you don't know is actually going to break in one of these days."
before soobin can retort, you walk in with equally as messy hair as soobin's, making beomgyu maniacally laugh before he quiets down, eyes wide. "don't tell me you guys had sex?"
"what the—no!" soobin says, shaking his head. "we were sleeping you dumb shit!"
you blink a couple of times, your mind slowly processing that beomgyu is standing in soobin's apartment. beomgyu... "oh my gosh," you gasp, suddenly brightening up, taking both boys by surprise. "happy birthday, beomgyu!"
"thank you!" he grins, shooting soobin a glare afterwards. "see, this is why i like your girlfriend more than you."
you happily hum. "is it fine if i give you your birthday present? it's a little... not as good as i wanted it to be since it was short notice... but i hope you like it."
beomgyu nods excitedly, making grabby motions with his hands. you walk out of the living room and come back shortly with two small... gift cards? beomgyu takes them into his hand, curiously examining them before letting out a loud gasp as you explain your gift.
"soobs told me you like playing league," you say, shuffling towards soobin's side when he beckons you over, throwing his arm around you as you wrap your arms around his torso. "so i bought those two gift cards for you. i didn't really understand it, but i got the really expensive one because i'd want the expensive one, you know? and i got the game pass? i don't know, but yeah." at the end of rambling, you sheepishly smile. "i hope you like it. happy birthday, again, beomgyu."
"ynie~!" beomgyu jumps over to you, grabbing your hands as he bounces, a wide grin on his lips. "this is the best birthday present ever! thank you thank you thank you so much!"
you laugh. "of course, anything for a good friend of my boyfriend's."
beomgyu glances over at soobin. "now," he says, slowly. "we're going to decorate this place."
soobin looks at him in disbelief. "no we're not," he says. "for fuck's sake, beomgyu. it's midnight!"
the younger boy rolls his eyes. "i told you i was going to be here at 12." peeking over at his friend, beomgyu begins to laugh. "i'm joking! it was a warning that i was coming over, which obviously you didn't believe. i'm going to sleep in your guest room. see you lovebirds, tomorrow." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows. "or in a couple hours, actually."
when beomgyu disappears into the guest room, soobin sighs, looking down at you to see that you're basically dozing off already. he hums, kissing your forehead before leading you back to his room.
"no way," mumbles taehyun.
huening kai looks over to the front door, laughing loudly when he sees sunwoo enter with eric and chaewon. you slap taehyun's arm, making him grumble as he glares at you. "be nice," you warn with narrowed eyes.
beomgyu's party had been going well. he got along well with eric and sunwoo quickly, and spent a majority of his time bickering with his friend, heeseung, and soobin. kai laughed at it, finding it amusing how sunwoo and eric tried to back up beomgyu.
you, taehyun, and chaewon were talking until someone rings the doorbell. soobin asks if you can answer it, smiling sweetly when you say that you will before arguing with beomgyu over something. so you walk towards the door, opening it.
"soobin, did you hide your spare key somewhere else? i couldn't—oh."
you stare at yeonjun, and feel your heart drop to your stomach when jaehee steps out from behind him, smiling at you.
"yn," she says, drawling the last syllable as her eyes twinkle. "it's been such a long time! how have you been?"
your breathing quickens, hands turning clammy as you stutter over your words. yeonjun frowns at the sight, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder like he used to do but stops when soobin appears, his grin falling when he also notices that you're feeling nervous. yeonjun clears his throat, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"are you okay?" soobin asks, worry laced into his voice as he rubs circles into your shoulder. you nod, relaxing under his touch. he looks back at yeonjun, almost letting out a groan when he notices jaehee.
"hi, soobin! you look nice today."
you two step aside to let them in, jaehee lingering back to try and talk with soobin. you feel yourself grow anxious at her flirtatious smile and the way she tries reach out to place her hand on soobin's chest—
"pft." you cover your mouth behind your hand, trying to contain your giggles. soobin had stepped behind you when jaehee tried to touch him, blinking at her like she was a madwoman.
"what are you doing?" he asks while trying to use you as a shield from the girl.
she has a tight lipped smile when she replies. "you had some lent on your shirt! i just wanted to take it off."
"well, i'll take off any lent on my boyfriend's shirt." you say, smirking at the now silently fuming girl before turning around, examining soobin's shirt with squinted eyes. "lean down a little. there's something on the collar."
soobin leads down, dark eyes watching your every moment. he's taken aback when you kiss the corner of his lips. as always, he chases after your lips, earning a squeal from you.
"yeonjun, bro, you made it! and—jaehee's also here... yay..."
soobin laughs against your lips, shaking his head at how beomgyu sounded like when he saw jaehee. he grabs your hand, leading you back to the living room. it seems like everyone's mood took a turn for the worse upon jaehee's appearance, but it doesn't bother her as she leaves yeonjun and heads towards you and soobin.
"do you have anything to drink?" she asks, playing with her long hair. "yeonjun and i are thirsty."
soobin nods. "yeah, what do you want? we have—shit," he pecks your cheek quickly, whispering into your ear. "can you get them something to drink? it looks like beomgyu's about to murder yeonjun..."
when you smile in response, he takes off. you quickly walk towards the kitchen, praying that jaehee doesn't follow you. of course, she does. she leans against the counter, watching as you take out something from the fridge.
"did you enjoy your freedom?" she asks.
you gulp, avoiding her eyes as you hand her two water bottles.
jaehee grins, twisting the cap open and taking it off. "i hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, yn," she says, her eyes scrunching in amusement as she watches you freeze, turning to look at her. "because i'm going to take everything away from you again. starting with," she pauses, walking until she's standing in front of you. "...soobin."
you shake your head, eyes wide. "why do you even want what i have? you... you already have yeonjun, don't you?" you let out a shaky laugh. "you should be happy! he's a great guy, and you took everything from me back then... even my spot at hybe, so why aren't you happy?"
jaehee shrugs. "i just like taking away what you like. and i've grown rather bored of yeonjun. you can have him, by the way! but... should i start by taking soobin away first? or your friends?" she taps on her chin, almost as if she was actually pondering about what to do. "i think i'll take soobin first. you do seem to like him a lot."
"hey, yn! are we out of drinks? you're taking a long time—"
jaehee quickly dumps the water on herself before dropping the water bottle, staring wide eyed at you when soobin walks into the kitchen.
"why would you dump water on me, yn?" jaehee asks, shivering.
you remain frozen in your spot, tears pricking your eyes as you stumble backwards, shaking your head. "i didn't—!" you choke, finding it hard to breathe. soobin tries getting to you, already recognizing you're about to have a panic attack, only to get held back by jaehee.
"do you have anything for me to wear?" she asks. "i don't want to catch a cold after what yn just did this to me..."
it's then that yeonjun walks into the kitchen, staring at everyone with furrowed eyebrows. "what the...? what's going on here?"
jaehee pouts at him. "yn dumped water on me."
yeonjun blinks a couple times, his brain slowly registering what jaehee said. he glances at you, noticing how you're basically shaking as you hiccup out incoherent words, tears staining your face as you sit on the ground.
soobin scoffs at jaehee's words, tugging his arm out of her grip to finally get to you. he's rubbing your back, trying to calm you down.
"i d-didn't do it," you say, coughing as you start hyperventilating. "i-i... please! please believe me...!"
soobin furrows his eyebrows. "why wouldn't i believe you? no, never mind that, yn, focus on my voice, okay? let's count down to five, can you do that for me?"
you don't listen to him. instead, you grab his arm with your shaking hands, hiccuping as you cling onto him. "please b-believe me, s-soobin! not j-jaehee... she's... lying! please..."
he cups your cheeks, "i believe you. i'll always believe you, okay? now, let's count down to five, okay?"
in the meantime, yeonjun's watching everything unfold. what do you mean by jaehee's lying? to not believe her? he has a lot of questions, but first of all, he and jaehee should probably leave. he slips off his jacket and hands it to the girl who begrudgingly takes it.
"we're leaving," he says, grabbing her wrist and leading them out.
"what?" jaehee says. "no! we barely got here!"
this grabs everyone's attention. beomgyu groans, muttering, "is she seriously throwing a fit on my birthday? this is exactly why i didn't want her here..."
"jaehee," yeonjun says, his voice low. "don't make a scene."
the girl frowns, trying to pry yeonjun's hand off. "yeonjun, let go! i'm not leaving—"
"yes, you are." soobin cuts in. yeonjun lets his eyes wander over to you. you're hiding behind him, eyes trained onto the ground while you hold his hand.
taehyun looks between you and jaehee, slowly piecing things together when he notices your tear-stained face. he takes a step towards yeonjun, but gets held back by kai just as quickly. "why would you bring her here?" he seethes. "beomgyu didn't even invite her, and you still brought her! it's his birthday! you should have listened, but you never do, do you yeonjun?"
beomgyu sighs. "it's best for you to leave, yeonjun... actually, i think we should all call it a night..."
this has you speaking. "no! everything's fine, beomgyu. you still have a cake to cut and presents to open."
the boy quirks an eyebrow. "yeah, but you don't look fine. are you sure—"
you plaster a smile onto your face. "everything's fine," you say. "but i'm tired. i'll be in soobin's room for a bit until you start opening your presents."
chaewon clicks her tongue, slapping beomgyu's arm when he brightens at the mention of opening his birthday presents. he lets out a whine as you quickly disappear into soobin's room, shooting a look to your friends which makes them stay in place, though kai and taehyun follow after you silently. soobin tells them to go back to having fun before heading towards yeonjun and jaehee, leading them to the front door.
"we'll talk tomorrow," he says, staring plainly at the older boy.
yeonjun nods. "yeah... i'll see you tomorrow then."
a/n. SOMEONE GET JAEHEE OUTTA HERE FR !!! but also this was supposed to be released on beomgyu's bday LMFAOOOO so late fr anyways ! i'll be going back to two updates a week bc im basically done w exams hehe 🤭
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Even though Eddie says to Chrissy that the middle school talent show was the first time they hung out, I like to imagine that it’s not necessarily true.
Imagine if you will it’s between the years 1974-1975, Eddie and Chrissy would be around 8-9 and 6-7 respectively. Chrissy isn’t really allowed to celebrate Halloween with the rest of her friends because “it’s the devil’s birthday and we do no worship the devil and bring forth evil spirits”- real quote spoken by childhood youth leader folks.
Anyway, so Chrissy isn’t allowed to celebrate Halloween, and it causes a little bit of teasing and borderline bullying at school. Chrissy doesn’t even bother at this point to beg her parents to let her just participate in trick or treating or even walk with her friends as they go out because she’ll only be tempted to the dark side or a piece of candy that will only make you feel sick later, etc.
So on the big night and Chrissy is left with a babysitter while her parents are out helping with a church fall event baby girl somehow musters up the courage, grabs a pair of angel wings from a previous Christmas Nativity play and tutu from her closet and sneaks out to experience Halloween for the first time in all of her six years. Just in and out, she won’t be missed.
It goes about as well as you can expect.
Chrissy enjoys herself for as long as she can until it becomes increasingly overwhelming, and like ‘oh my goodness I can’t believe I’m doing this I shouldn’t be doing this my parents are going to be so mad when they find out.’ Kind of freakout. And you know how there are the older kids who just want to ruin the fun for the younger kids’ Halloween- so Chrissy’s Halloween just keeps getting worse. A group of older kids taunt Chrissy and her makeshift costume, to the point where she’s crying and running off into the woods to get away from them.
So now Chrissy’s in the woods, it’s dark, she’s cold and she doesn’t know which way to go to get her back home. Minutes pass turning into an hour and another hour and Chrissy is trying not to work herself into a panic attack when she hears a snap of a twig ahead of her. Frightened, believing it’s one of her tormentors, Chrissy attempts to find a fallen tree branch to defend herself with, she’s relieved and yet apprehensive when she sees it’s not one of the bullies but a slightly older boy wearing a devil mask.
The boy approaches her, quietly regarding her and Chrissy knows she should be afraid, but instead she has a sense of calm now being near the boy. The has kind eyes. She knows that she is safe with him. He hands her a mars bar from his pillowcase candy bag to cheer her up and hesitantly Chrissy takes it, feeling slightly better. This strange boy has shown her kindness the entire night, even more so than anyone in the entire Halloweek. Suddenly, the masked boy turns and leaves; panicking and not wishing to be left alone Chrissy follows after the boy, noticing that he would stop at every turn until she caught up with him.
Chrissy eventually realized what the boy was doing as she could make out the lights of her neighborhood block approaching.
The boy in the devil mask had guided her back home. But as Chrissy turned around to thank him the boy was gone.
Chrissy was obviously grounded for nearly two whole weeks until the start of the Thanksgiving break when her parents found out, but she never forgot the boy who got her out of the woods that Halloween night. Chrissy never learned the identity of the boy, but she couldn’t help how years later in middle school Eddie Munson at the talent show held the same kind glint in his eyes just like her devil boy did those many years ago.
#eddissy#hellcheer#quirly#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#chreddie#eddissy au#eddissy headcanon#did I just bring in religious trauma and fruits basket into this?#yes yes i did#stranger things au#stranger things#st#Netflix#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#eddie deserved better#chrissy deserved better#middle school talent show? great fantastic but what about repeated meetings from childhood?#stunning#may need to go back and edit later#abbie speaks#shut up abbie#eddssy
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Okay so I've just GOTTA know... how the hell do you write the way you do?? I haven't been able to get sucked into any written work since high school, trauma brain and all. I used to live in books so it's been hell, but your writing got me back into reading, and makes it so I can get lost into that little world again, which I've craved but been able to have for like... so long. Writing is something I've always been into, but I let my fear of failure and need for perfection stop me. Just... do you have any advice for beginners?? It would mean the world to me, but I understand if it's an annoying ask! Thanks for reading no matter what!
Well I am just a mess reading this (in the best way possible).
First of all, thank you so much omfg. And of COURSE it isn't annoying! This is so flattering I'm about to cry my dude.
As far as tips on writing, I feel like I am not the person to ask because I'm just this little weirdo on the internet who likes turtles lol. But!! In an attempt to try and give real advice here is my response... and it got a little wordy so it's all under the break lmaoooo.
~Gin's rambling attempt to give writing advice~
Practice! Literally the only reason I can string coherent words together is because I've been doing this as a hobby for like two whole decades.
Also!! Read! Consuming other fics and books really helps. Sometimes you find a way of saying something that sticks with you. Sometimes you sit and think "I would have done it this way/said it this way." Sometimes you come out on the other end and go "Wow I am a hack that was amazing." Sometimes you finish something and go "Wow that was fucking terrible I'm amazing." Sometimes you read something and it fires off your brain, and you are left itching to write your own story. But however you feel, it's all GOOD FOR WRITING. It helps you grow! It literally helps you find your voice!
Other little things; When I write, I truly immerse myself. I am playing out in cinema format what is happening in the "scene." How is this person reacting? How do they look- down to facial expressions. How are they feeling? Is this something they would say? (would they fucking say that??? is something I think to myself every time I open a doc) And when I write it all down, I try my very best to convey that "scene" that played out in my head. I try to capture that character's voice, their mannerisms, their habits.
Does this even make sense? I sure hope so.
Also, flow. Make sure we're moving right along. Keep track of where hands, legs, and torsos are. If they were sitting when the scene started, and you need them standing to kiss or fight or do a thumb war, at some point you need to make sure you say they stood up. If a hand was on a cheek, it can't suddenly be on an ankle without telling the reader what happened.
I also just think adding little details helps with immersion. When we talk to people, we don't just stand around. We fidget. We pick our nails or scratch our arms or shuffle our feet. All those little details can add to that immersion (or I think so, I'm no expert). "He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck before saying..." - Wow, what an awkward little shit. "They scrunched their nose and gave a near-violent eye-roll" - Oh ok they are annoyed! "She shifted her feet and replied"- cool she's being a person, I shift my feet too, neato.
Anyway, nothing I wrote 20 years ago is as good as it is now. I'm highly convinced that I'll think the same thing in another 10 years, about anything I've published recently. But it is getting better, and it's because I keep at it. Having friends in the fandom and beta readers really helps. Make sure you find someone who you know will be positive but honest. And remember, YOU are always going to be your own worst critic.
God why did anyone ever let me have access to a computer. Why the FUCK is this so long? Does it even make sense? Jfc, I'm going to post it and eat a fucking cookie.
I believe in you anon. Also, I love you and thank you so much for making my whole week. I'm going to be so obnoxious about this shit, everyone expect to hear from my ass an annoying amount (kidding, but seriously I'm so fucking flattered thank you so much. This kind of shit makes me wonder what the fuck you're all reading because I swear I am just a silly gal with seasonal depression who needs a haircut).
((Also, anon, I wish you nothing but the best. Take care of yourself, be kind to yourself, and know that I am sending you like a million hugs))
#anon ask#oh also!#write what you want#like- don't write what you think the fandom wants#write what YOU want to see#What YOU like#You're never going to please everyone#So just please yourself#wait that sounds bad#fuck it#sure please yourself whatever I said what I said
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My Future
Derek Hale x OC
Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.
Chapter 68: Bleeding Brother
A/N: gonna be a spam of chapters bc I think it's about time. Feedback always welcome!
As the four headed back to Scott's house, they were debating on whether or not to call Stiles and tell him about what had happened with the possibility of killing a Hellhound.
It made no sense to either of them as to what was going on, and Stiles was the brains of the pack.
But…
Scott sits down on the edge of his bed, glaring at his phone screen as he looks at the voicemail Stiles had sent him moments ago.
Malia and Lydia sit down beside him as Sam paces, still refusing to ruin Stiles' time where he was.
Scott was in a limbo. He knows his best friend wanted the best for Stiles, but they also needed him too. Scott’s voice is hesitant as he calls out to Sam. “Sam–”
She fixed him with a widened eyed look and pointed at him with a snap. “You call him and I'm snatching your damn fingers. The boy deserves a break. It's enough that he's already had the responsibility of being the sheriff's son, but being here hasn't been too kind for him in the past couple of years. He finally has a chance to just do him.", she rambled.
She'd finally stopped pacing, her shoulders sagged. She frowned sadly, as she remembers all the times he was in danger. “We almost lost him. Again and again and again. I'm not risking it anymore.”
Scott frowns, but nods in agreement. However… “If this turns out to be something big, and we don’t call him…”
Sam sits by the bed, letting out a sigh. "I know. He won't like it. But it'd be worth it if he won't get hurt."
Malia looks between the three and shrugs as she speaks. “Maybe we should go back to the woods tonight and find the killer?”
Lydia sighs and turns her attention to Scott. “Scott…”
He frowns and looks at his phone. “You guys didn’t hear his voice. He sounded really excited to be there.”
“And he should be. We shouldn't ruin that. Just play the damn voicemail.”, Sam said.
Scott presses the voicemail on his phone and plays it on speaker. “Hey, Scott. So, I’m here. I’m in Quantico, Virginia at the FBI. I’m at the fucking FBI! It’s real. I’m really here–”
The four smile at the sound of his voice. “And I kinda told Lydia that I miss her and I can’t wait to get home, but listen, Scott…"
They all sigh.
Scott frowns. "Whatever you’re doing right now, either of you, just make sure you’re still getting out of Beacon Hills. I mean, maybe you think you can’t leave, you know, like the whole thing falls apart if you’re not there, which, I get… but you have to. I know you’re supposed to drive out tonight, so, if you don’t call me back, just promise me you’re actually going. Just get in the Jeep and go. If you have to drag Sammy out of there, you do it. I know she won't leave. Not if she's still waiting for that stupid sourwolf.", Stiles says, making Sam roll her eyes.
"Alright, later man, I’ll talk to you soon.”
Scott turns off his phone. “We’ll try to figure this out, find Argent, maybe this won't all be something big and we can just tell him when it’s over.”, he said with hope.
Sam frowned. “Let's… give it a couple of days. Maybe a week and if it all goes to shit, we’ll call him.”
Scott stands up with a sigh. “Then, let's head back to the woods.”, he said and the girls nod.
After arriving at the preserve, they look around.
"So what else could we look for?", Malia asks Scott, but he doesn't answer.
The girls frown at him. "Scott.", Lydia called. Suddenly, Scott runs off as if he was chasing something. The girls look at each other before running after him.
Malia pants, "We can still catch him." They catch up to him and Scott turns to them, confused. “Catch who?”
Sam looks at him with furrowed eyebrows as she catches her breath. Malia frowns and shares a look with Lydia. “The killer. What were you thinking about?”, Lydia asks.
Scott holds up the bullet casing in between his fingers. “Getting the bullet to Argent.”
“Even if he’s the one who fired it?”, Malia asks and he nods. “Especially if he’s the one.”
Scott turns away and freezes as if he is on high alert. “Do you hear that?”, he asks, looking at Malia and Sam.
They nod. “Heartbeats.” Sam feels for any presences and frowns at the familiarity of them. Before she could speak up, panic struck on Scott’s face. “A lot of them. They’re coming.”
Lydia and Malia frown at him. “Who?”
Scott turns back to where he heard the heartbeats.“Hunters – run!”
Scott takes off running, leaving the girls in confusion before taking off after him. “Scott, wait! Scott!”, Malia yelled.
He ignored their calls and seemed to run faster. As they try their best to catch up, they're met with deputies with their guns drawn and flashlights beaming at a pair of bodies on the ground.
The girls' eyes widened as they took in the sight of Scott and Noah.
Noah lifts one of his hands towards the Deputies and warns, “It’s okay. Everybody, stay back. it’s just a kid.”
As they got closer, they could hear one of the female deputies ask, “What’s wrong with his eyes?”
“Shit.”, Sam mutters and moves up to the two. Parrish's order rings clear, “You heard the Sheriff, stand down!”
Sam kneels next to Scott, giving an apologetic look to the sheriff before taking Scott's hands who looks at her with embarrassed expression. He was still struggling to get his breathing and pounding heart in check. “Deep breaths, Scotty. You remember?", Sam asked.
Scott swallowed and nodded, following their traditional technique. Once he calmed down, she looked at him and gave him a nod. "What happened back there?”, Noah asked.
They help Scott stand up and Sam looks at the sheriff. "There's…something we need to show you."
They head back through the preserve towards the area where they found the dead body of the hellhound.
They show the body to Noah, Parrish and a few other deputies who search around the crime scene, looking for any more clues.
Scott turns to Noah, embarrassed. “I’m really sorry.”
Noah dismissed it with a smile and a shake of his head. He didn't blame the boy for a freakout. So long as he wasn't committing mass murder, that is.
Sam frowns as she looks at Parrish. “How much you think they saw?", she asked, nodding over to the deputies. Parrish shrugs. “No more than they’re used to.”
Noah crosses his arms. “I still wanna know what happened.”
“He’s a Hellhound.”, Parrish explains, pointing at the body. Malia clarifies. “A dead Hellhound.”
Lydia frowns at her as the sheriff shakes his head. “Yep, got that.”
Parrish frowns. “Well, I don’t get it. I didn’t think you could kill a Hellhound.”
Malia flicks her eyebrows up, unimpressed. “Looks a lot easier than we thought.”
A pause waves over them and the sheriff and deputy looked at them almost suspiciously.
Noah speaks up. "You got anything you wanna add?”
Scott fidgets but doesn't say anything. Sam rubs behind her neck. “We just didn't think any bullet was able to do that.”
Noah nods and Parrish frowns as he looks at the hellhound’s body once more. “I'd hope not.”
As they drove back to Scott's house, they all sighed. Lydia looks at Sam, frowning. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Sam frowns and looks at Scott. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Malia looks at all of them. “Why didn’t any of you say anything? Wait, was I supposed to say something?”
Scott frowned. “No. None of us said anything because it’s Argent, and he deserves a chance to tell us himself what’s going on.”
Sam looks at them. "So none of us are gonna say anything until we talk to him. For now, we'll just have to figure this shit out ourselves.”
Lydia and Malia look unsure but Lydia sighs. “As long as we talk to Argent soon.”
Sam frowns, tiredly. "Now would be preferable."
Scott rubs his hands over his thighs, raising his brows and nods. “Finding Argent is the first priority.”
Moments later, Lydia brings Sam over to the Sheriff's station after having to explain she had a premonition of Parrish. Their first plan was having to ask Parrish for access to the card readers because of the sound Lydia heard.
He agrees and helps them down to the holding cell area. Once they were there, Sam sighed as Lydia stared at the bars of the cell. “Is that it? The sound you heard?”, Parrish asked after sliding a key card.
She shook her head. “No, it’s something else.”
They left the holding cells and made their way through the station and into the bullpen where the other deputies were working.
Parrish sits on his desk, having Lydia and Sam stop in front of him. He frowns as he thinks out loud. “It could be any kind of public facility. Hospital, a fire station, or…”
Sam frowns deeply. “Or a mental institution.”
Parrish's head snaps up as he frowns at Sam. “No.”
“Eichen House.”, Sam muttered. Parrish sighs, shaking his head.
Lydia gives him a grimace. “The card readers on the doors?” He nods. “It’s the Closed Unit.”
Parrish stands once more, giving the girls a firm look. “You’re not going back to Eichen, and you’re definitely not going anywhere near the Closed Unit.”
Lydia almost pouts but leans a little closer to him. “What if there’s a connection to the…” She lowers her voice. “Dead Hellhound?”
He immediately shakes his head anyway. “Absolutely not. What if you go there again and someone tries to kill you? Which seems to happen every time either of you go in there!”
Sam frowns. “It’s what we got right now.”
He frowns at her. “If I bring you anywhere near that place either the sheriff will kill me, Stiles will kill me or Derek.”
She raises an eyebrow. She expected the first two, but Derek?
Parrish catches onto her confusion. "He made it very clear, before he left, not to let you get into any more trouble while he was gone or anywhere near the Eichen House again. Said something about you being drugged or something…", he trailed off.
"Look, if you're so worried, then you can come with us.”, Lydia suggested. Parrish smiles and shakes his head while reaching over to his desk chair and grabs his jacket. “Or… I can go alone and the two of you can stay here in the nice, safe Sheriff’s station.”
Before he leaves, Sam walks up to him. "Hold on, Jordan.", she says and makes a motion for him to lower his head.
Confused, he does just that, only flinching once he feels a strand of hair being plucked from his head. His head snaps back up, frowning at the girl as he rubs the sore spot. "What was that for?"
She grins, "Gray hair."
He narrows eyes, slightly offended and leaves the girl at the station. Lydia looks at her. "It's not a gray hair.", she says and Sam gives her a unimpressed look with an eyebrow raised.
Looking around, Sam makes sure none of the other deputies were watching and makes a resin in the floor before putting Parrish's hair strand in the middle.
Once she placed a hand over the circle, the crescent moon appeared on her forehead, indicating that the linking spell worked.
Moments of waiting and they were getting nowhere. Hadn't heard from Parrish or anything.
However, Lydia's attention was gathered by a calendar reminder on her phone.
Last day to register for MIT– today, 6:00PM.
Sam frowns sadly as she looks at her friend who frowns as well. "You should've registered.", Sam mutters. Lydia looked at her.
Sam glanced at her. "Register for online classes, at least.", she said with a smile. She didn't want her friends to miss chances of their lives outside of Beacon Hills and its troubles.
Lydia smiles. "I'll do that." Before she could get another word out, she sat up straight, looking at a deputy placing her walkie talkie on a charger.
The girls share a look and Lydia gets up, sneaking over to the walkie talkie. Sam watches as the girl messes with the device, listening for whatever she was listening for.
Lydia raises the volume, and the sound of static enters the room from the device. The girls looked around to see if anyone was paying attention and no one was so Sam nodded at Lydia to continue.
In seconds, Sam's wrist felt like it was freezing as the small crescent moon appeared on her forehead once more. The girls looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Time to go.”, Sam mutters, leading Lydia out of the station.
Once they arrived to the Eichen House, Sam paused as she tried to sense where Parrish could've been.
After a minute, it was faint, but she sensed him in a cell.
The moment they walk in there, she'd be powerless. The only thing she could think about was how they rushed in there to search for Stiles, only for him not to be there. To look for Lydia as she was getting tortured, only for Sam, Scott and Kira left Stiles and Lydia to look for Valack while the dread doctors tormented them with their presence.
Each time she remembered, she felt helpless. How the hell were they gonna get Parrish out?
Lydia notices the girl's hesitation and holds her hand. Sam's eyes locked onto Lydia who gave her a soft smile. "I got you."
Once the gate slammed behind them, Sam accepted her fate. There was no turning back as they entered the building.
As they walked the hallways for the closed unit, Sam made sure to keep Lydia close. Lydia was more bound to this place than she was and it'd hurt her if Stiles knew that she let Lydia get in trouble with the place.
However, the dark hallways were keeping her on edge. It wasn't easy to keep a brave face as they looked around.
“Why aren’t the lights on…?”, Lydia whispered as they looked at all the unlocked doors. If only it was that easy when they were trying to save her the first time.
"I'm not liking the looks of this, Lydia.", Sam muttered. They both jump at the sound of gates slamming behind them.
Lydia yells for Parrish but Sam glares at her. Her yelling was gonna give them away. Whoever was here obviously didn't want anyone down here.
She wished she could just sense someone's presence. Even if it was just theirs.
Something.
It was better than nothing.
They pause as they hear a female voice. “It’s here."
“We should be killing them.”, another voice says.
“Wait!”, they heard Parrish yell before jumping at the sound of a loud, echoing gunshot ringing through the hallways.
The girls glanced at each other before sneaking to where the sound came from.
Their eyes widen as they see a doctor pointing a gun at Parrish's forehead, muttering that he didn't have to be afraid anymore.
Before he could pull the trigger, Lydia raised her arms and let out her banshee screech at the man, and sent him flying toward the wall of the cell, and fell to the ground, knocked out.
Sam rushed over to Parrish, taking in his state. He was freezing, just like how her wrist felt earlier. "You regret not letting us come with you now?", she asked, taking off her hoodie and wrapped it around him before helping him up.
"I-I had h-him…", Parrish weakly scoffs, but gives the girls an appreciative smile as they help him out of the institution.
After leaving the sheriff's department, Lydia and Sam drove back to Scott's house, finding out they had found Chris at a gun deal that he was supplying the entire time.
Chris informed Scott that he wasn't avoiding the teens, but had been busy providing and investing in gun sales.
It didn't make any sense, though. They hadn't seen any hunters in so long. The Argent clan practically stopped going after supernaturals in Beacon Hills ever since the incident in Mexico.
"Well…I asked him about the casing and he said he hadn't stamped a bullet since… y'know.", Scott explains, making Sam frown sadly.
It was understandable but still made no sense as to how the bullet was still stamped by his family's graving.
After Scott's explanation, Lydia and Sam inform them about what had happened to Parrish and Dr. Fenris.
Scott and Malia's eyes widened. “He killed every supernatural in the Closed Unit? All of them?”
The girls nodded. Lydia shrugged her shoulders. “He said he couldn’t see it any other way.”
Sam frowned. “Apparently, he was so angry because he struggled to "protect the world" from the things in the closed unit and decided he shouldn’t cage the supernatural and then killed them so humanity wouldn't be afraid anymore.”
Malia scoffs. “Well, I’ve got another way. You don’t kill everyone.”
“He was afraid.”, Lydia frowns. It made a little sense. “The wolves, the rats. Everything links back to fear.”
Scott frowns in thought. “But what is everyone afraid of?” In a second, Scott takes the casing out of his pocket, frowning sadly. “…Us.”
He placed the bullet on the kitchen island and drums his fingers on the island. “We don’t know what fear would do to somebody. I mean, it can change them. They’ll look at us differently. They’ll do things that they’ve never done before.”
Malia frowns in frustration. “People can be so stupid.”
Lydia shakes her head. “They’re not stupid, they’re scared.”
Sam stares at the bullet. “And when people are scared, they'll do things way beyond their expectations."
The next day, Scott informed the three of Brett's assault, and was introduced to Brett’s sister, Lori, who was already waiting for them. The girl informed them that she had found a bloody lacrosse stick by Brett’s car.
Mason and Liam showed up with each other along with Lydia and Malia.
After they discuss their plans, Lydia speaks of hers. “I’ll stay here and try to see if I can get anything.”
Scott, Malia, and Sam nod.
Mason jabs a thumb over his shoulder toward the school. “Corey is in a study group so we can stay with Lydia, we can – you know, try to be helpful?”, Mason suggests, much to Lydia's surprise.
She shrugs. “Fine, meet me in the Chemistry classroom.”
They walk to the school while the other 5 move to where Lori saw her brother's blood. “His blood is over here.” Liam nods, jogging over to her “Let's go.”
They follow the blood trail into the preserve with Liam leading ahead. He stops at a tree with an arrow in it and lifts his hand up to the end of the arrow, turning and aiming his arm from where the arrow was shot. “Here.”
The older four watch, catching onto his line of sight. Suddenly, Sam hears a crunch under her foot and steps back to see a black phone that Lori picks up. She looks at Sam. “It’s his.”
The boys look at the phone. Liam frowns, “I think he set a trap.” Scott gains a look of agreement on his face. “He’s fighting back.”
"And now we know he’s alive.”, Sam says.
Lori turns towards the tree, looking around frantically. “But he’s still hurt. We need to find him. He needs to know we’re here,” she says, worriedly. In a beat, she takes a deep breath in and turns towards the preserve, making Malia's eyes widen as she stops her. “You want the hunter to know we’re here, too?”
Sam frowns as she senses another presence. "She's right. It's not a smart move. Could be a setup for the rest of us."
Liam shakes his head. “He’s new – we can take him.”
Malia turns to the boy. “What if Brett howls back? He’ll lead the hunter right to him.”
Scott shakes his head. “No, we could find him first. There’s no human that can track sounds faster than we can, and we’ve got the advantage. We’ve done this before. We know what we’re doing, guys.”
Malia's eyebrows furrowed as she looked around. “How come I can’t catch his scent?”
“He’s masking it.”, Lori explains. Malia grumbles “Can someone tell him not to?”
Liam walks past them, pointing to the ground a few feet away from them. “He went this way.”
He takes off down the trail. "Liam–!", Sam calls before chasing after him with Lori, Scott and Malia.
They stop after a moment, catching their breath. Malia places her hands on her hips “The trail’s gone.”
“Uh, maybe he just stopped bleeding?”, Scott suggests.
“Guys, I think we should split up. Lori and I go this way, you guys go that way.”, Liam says. Lori speaks up. “Or maybe we go in five directions?”
Sam frowns. “Yeah, no.”
“Sam, we have a better advantage. it’s five against one.”, Liam frowns. “This isn't a 5v1 game, Liam. If we split up, only one of us is taking him on.”, Sam says.
Liam frowns. “I’ve been doing this the past three months without your guys’ help. I think I can make a decision.”, he says, making Sam raise her eyebrows at his boldness.
“Well, if you’re deciding to do something stupid and die, then go ahead.”, Malia huffs, making Sam give her an unimpressed look. “It’s one hunter – one amateur – who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”
Scott kneels on the ground, moving some dirt around and revealing footprints in the mud underneath. “Scott?”, Sam calls.
Liam looks at footprints. “The hunter.. he’s covering his tracks.”
“There’s another.”, Scott informs as he moves more dirt that was moved over to cover the other set of prints.
Malia gets closer. “Two of them?”
“Probably more.”, Sam huffs. The feeling of being scouted even with her detection didn't settle her at all.
Lori looks at Scott. “How many hunters have you seen out here before?”
Scott looks at her. “…a lot.”
Sam frowns at Liam. “Still think it's a good idea to split up?”
Almost pouting, Liam looks at her. “We can deal with it later. We just need to find Brett’s trail.”
Lori shook her head and pointed at a stack of rocks. “No, we don’t. Rock balancing – Satomi taught us. It’s him, and I know where he’s going.”
Lori led them toward the balancing stack of rocks. There was a grate covered by a fallen bushy tree branch, and they climbed down into the tunnels.
After making their way in the tunnels, they found puddles of black liquid, easily resembling black blood. Lori kneels down and swipes her fingers through one of the puddles, letting out a sigh as she turns back to them. “He’s been poisoned.”
“That’s why he’s not healing.”, Scott said, dreadfully.
"I don't think we'll make it to Deaton's.", Sam mutters to Scott.
"What if he only has a few hours to live?”, Lori asks with wide eyes. Sam sighs and looks at her packmates.
Liam frowns, “Well, if we howl, we can find him.”
“That’s too risky.”, Malia counters. Lori frowns at her. “Who cares about the risk? He could be dying.”
Malia turns to Lori. “He’s still moving.”
Scott looks at Sam and she closes her eyes before taking a knee and placing her hand on the ground. If she could feel where Brett is, it'll probably give them an indication of how long he has.
Scott sighs as he watches her. “We just need time to think.” Sam looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I can't concentrate under pressure.", she warned.
Lori frowns at Scott. “I need him to know that I’m here, that I’m coming for him.”
Liam looks at Scott. “Yeah, Lori’s right. He has to know we’re here!” He turns back to the black trail and takes a deep breath in.
“Liam, wait!”, Malia yells, but Liam ignores her, roaring down the tunnel.
The silence they heard unsettled them. "Shit.", Sam muttered. They continued down the hall, worriedly.
“Why didn’t he answer…?”, Lori asks. Liam grimaced. “Maybe – maybe he didn’t hear us…”
Sam frowns at him. “Well, I got two solutions. Maybe he's too weak to give a howl or he's been caught. Y'know, by the hunters that's out here??"
Before Liam could retaliate, Scott yells. “Lori, no!” The rest saw Lori's legs walking into a tripwire.
Sam grabs Liam and Malia, after hearing a clicking noise, pulling them back from where she assumed the trap would've come from but her eyes widen once she hears Scott groan. She, Liam and Malia see him hit the wall and let out gasping breaths.
Scott lifts his hands to his stomach where a metal pipe impales him.
Malia and Liam rush over to grab at the end of the pipe, slowly trying to remove it from his body, finally getting it out. Scott lets out a loud groan as he slides down the wall.
Sam walks over to the pipe and sees spikes on the pipe, resembling a mace. "They planned this.", she mutters, looking at the three in front of her. Scott nods, gritting his teeth in pain. “They knew we were coming.”
Malia kneels beside him. “Don’t talk. Just heal and let us figure this out.”
“They’ve been a step ahead of us the whole time.”, Scott growls, holding his stomach in pain. Sam walks over to him, placing her glowing hands over his stomach. "Stop talking, you'll make it worse.", she scolds gently as her arms fill with pain.
Lori frowns sadly, glancing between Scott and down the tunnel. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait around… we have to go.”
Sam glares at the girl.
Liam nods. “We still have the numbers. Four to two. We’re faster, and we’re stronger. We can take them."
"We'd be faster if she hadn't walked into a tripwire.", Sam growls. She winces, but Scott grabs her hand. "I'll be fine.", he says, trying to get her to stop.
He tries to sit up properly. “They’re smarter too.”
“I don’t care who’s smarter, or faster, or whatever. My brother’s going to die.”, Lori says. Sam turns to her once again. “You have no idea what the hell you're getting yourself into. This isn't just some coincidence. This was planned. Elaborate.”
Sam looks at Scott. "This sounds like something the Argents would do." Scott frowns in realization. He couldn't deny that. They've been through situations like this too long to not know.
Liam looks at Sam. “But they’ve never fought us before.”
“You never from them before.", Sam says. "You’ve never fought hunters, Liam. We need to stick together.”, Scott reminds. Lori shakes her head. “I need to go.”
Liam stops her. “No, you’re not going alone. I’ll go with you."
Sam stands, stopping him. “And how are you gonna do that? Again, you haven't fought any hunters. So what's your plan?”
Liam frowns sadly. “Look, Sam. I know who we are. And we never give up. Especially when it’s someone innocent. When it’s someone alone. When it’s one of our friends.”
Sam frowns at him. "Yeah, against anyone other than hunters. These hunters are way smarter. I just feel like we're running head first into their traps. Picking us off one by one and then what? How're we gonna save Brett?"
She sighs once he gives her an almost pouting look. "Fine. I'll go with you."
Scott nods. “All of you go. I’ll catch up.”
Scott tries to stand, groans and falls back onto the ground, letting out a huff. “I just need a minute.”
Malia looks at Sam. “You go, I’ll stay with him.”, she says.
Sam nods, "Just…stay safe. I'll know if something happens.", she says and leaves with Liam and Lori.
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16 or 36 for anything you feel like writing currently! :D
Trying out some different formats. Hope it’s legible. Fair warning that I got way too carried away with ‘total control’, so it’s under a cut.
16. in dreams
Journal, Lincoln, 1st person.
Keep havin’ weird dreams. Can’t explain them very well, all I know is I keep scaring the hell outta a few of the guys when I jolt up. Davis suggested I see the Chaplain ‘bout it. Pretty sure it’s not demons, so unless he’s got holy-water-melatonin, I don’t think he can help.
One of the dreams is about Danny and Nicki arguin’ over their old man’s body. Cancer or poisoning or something of the like. Not sure why I’m there at all, I just am. Both keep beggin’ me for an answer. I can’t. Someone’s cut out my tongue and noises don’t help. He’s dead, they’re arguing, I can’t do anythin’.
Father said something offhandedly in a letter about my nightmares being chronic. Happened when I was a kid, stopped for whatever reason, an’ now they’re back. Never told him I was having any, but that’s Father for you. He jus’ knows things. Didn’t tell Sammy or Ellis though, both seem to think I’m fine. Not sayin’ I’m not. Just don’t think it’s worth tellin’ them, worryin’ them over stupid shit like dreams. Got bigger issues than that.
36. total control
Script-ish, John and Connor, 3rd person.
J: You were supposed to die.
A: Yeah, firing squad. I remember. Hard to forget.
J: Would’ve preferred a hanging, actually.
A: Didn’t know the United States still used that method.
J: I’m sure they’d make an exception.
A: (mild discomforting laugh) Of course they would.
J: (faltering, lowering gun, searching for words)
A: Maybe you should set the gun down. Your hand’s twitching. Don’t want a misfire.
J: Shut the fuck up.
A: What, I can’t look out for you? What happens if you twitch and kill that friend of yours out there?
J: Don’t bring him into this.
A: Lincoln, right? Hear he’s taking after you very well. Brazen and theatrical.
J: Yes, because you’re a master at subtlety.
A: Comes with the job.
J: Jesus Chr��a fucking warhead isn’t subtle.
A: Neither is hanging a man from a Ferris wheel. Or, you know, (signaling to cheek with J’s given-cigarette) this.
J: That was self-defense.
A: Sure. Of course.
J: Can you just go one fucking sentence without being an asshole, or is that above you?
A: Give me a reason to, and I will.
J: I have a gun and you don’t.
A: That’s not enough, Johnny, and you know that.
J: Don’t call me that.
A: Sorry, I’m delirious from the blood loss. I thought you were that kid I helped so many years ago. He looked an awful lot like you, too. (painful cough, takes a drag to cover up whatever expression he has on his face) Forgive me, Mr. Donovan.
J: You know, I used to believe in you back then. (voice breaks, begins to pace, having his back to A) Thought you represented everything great about this country.
A: Don’t I still?
J: You don’t. You’re just as fucking greedy and selfish as everyone else. (wheels around to face A, pointing a quivering gun between his eyes)
A: Exactly. That’s the real America. The one that doesn’t care about drafted soldiers drowning in mud, or those who come back seeing shit and knowing they fundamentally aren’t right anymore. The one that doesn’t care about people like your friend out there. The one that would sooner hang you for being a homosexual than me for being a so-called “traitor”.
J: So you’re justified with selling a goddamn nuke, is that what you’re saying?
A: (still fucking smiling) Your comprehension has improved some. Congratulations.
J: (crouches down to be eye-level) So the money was just to sweeten the deal, huh? To ease your conscious— (he presses his hand into A’s wound as harshly as possible, causing A to jolt in pain)— when innocent people inevitably fucking die?
A: We both know I won’t be the last person to do so. If it isn’t the NVA, it’ll be someone else. It’ll keep going until the United States is destroyed.
J: (begins to pace again, silent, blinking hard to avoid tears)
A: I was going to end it, John. I was going to make everyone free from this bullshit. Including you. Including your friend. Including everyone else who is subject to America’s tyranny. I was going to do what you’re too cowardly to do! I was going to end it all!
J: (whips around sharply) Are you finished?
A: (panting, out of energy, the pain finally overcoming the adrenaline and pride, he realizes he’s no longer in total control.)
A: It appears so.
#mafia 3#john donovan#connor aldridge#lincoln clay#my writing#I’m not insanely happy with this but I wrote and that’s what matters#oh yay I can edit tags now so edit: I’m probably gonna delete this later
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I’m new to this whole blogging thing if I’m gonna be frank. I mostly just hopped on here because I’m tired of the Reddit crowd and my usual brand of negativity doesn’t really jive well the in crowds of discord so now so I guess I’m just here now. So let me introduce myself I’m billet and about a year ago I started going to full sail for audio production.
Music has always been one of my passions and I spent my confused and edgy teen years trying to smash together metal licks with my shidiot teenage boy friends to pretty much no real success. Between being broke ass trailer park kids and lack of drummers and bass players. We really didn’t have the what we needed to really record anything really.
Anyway by the time I was 17 after many falling out with my current set of piers. I was depressed and alone as I wanted to be with no one for company besides this white boi rapper drug dealer. My now late mother used to rent out my room at the time to the local dealers for some extra side skrilla and he happened to be one of them.
We just kinda hit it off at the time and would smoke hella gas and watch dragon ball on vhs tapes. He just preferred them to digital formats. So one I were were chilling and I was on abit of a tirade about how I really missed making music how I couldn’t really do it anymore and yadda yadda yadda. When he stopped me and pointed out that the crappy computer my mother had just procured for me. Was fully capable of recording my vocals. He showed me how to boot up garage band and that day I recorded the worst cover of from first to last note to self you’ll ever hear.
From then on I world get random instrumentals I’d find on YouTube and just go to town. I have like a fraction of my old stuff from then on my old sound cloud with run of the mill 2014 edgy and offensive titles on a few which I regret now in hindsight.
After I lost my old laptop and my life fell to pieces during Irma i was 19 at the time. Once I got back on my feet I spent a few years moonlighting as an emo trap artist. As is the usual for metalcore scene washouts who couldn’t hack it within those circles.
Life got in the way again after about 2 years of rough whiny sad boi songs . Me and my partner moved states and we got our own space again but I still didn’t have a good computer or mic to record with. Because we were kinda hurting for cash I used to donate plasma at our local blood bank. Well one day I finished up my usual donation I had one of the other donors offer me a ride. I didn’t really think anything of it so I accepted and the bitch neglected to tell me her car didn’t have breaks until after we were on the road. One near death experience later I decided to go back to school for something I’ve always be interested in.
I’ve always been a fan of horror and I had recently finished a few analog horror series’s. Aswell as plethora of movies and games. A lot of which were very fresh in my mind and I still think about to this day. Being a shoegaze enjoyer and recently at the time having just discovered sigilkore. It’s basically if trap and hyper pop had an edgy bastard child. I figured why don’t I try to take some of the mixing styles I’ve heard in sigilkore and the density of some shoegaze projects I liked. Blend it together and shit fuck it into some horror inspired big cringe. There is this one artist called shedfromthebody she did this project where she was kinda larping as a weird fae creature thing in her music videos. So after I made my first song in years splinter. I figured well I’m a satanist why don’t I right songs in the Kayfabe of me being a demon who feeds on dreams and negative energy thus the reason why my first mixtape that I have embedded here. Is called dream eater. From there I would find free beats remix them and record my vocals over them.
Now I’m pretty done with my schooling. So I’ve trying to focus finishing up so I can work on my beat production skills. Well anyway if you read all of this thanks I always appreciate when anyone gives me the time of day. If I stick around I’ll prob keep posting
End of edgy backstory
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Victory against the PCU will soon be at hand. I want to congratulate all those who have been in the fight against the PCU since 2018. You have stood strong in the face of harassment and bullying - many of you have also been brave enough to criticise them publicly despite the consequences for doing so. There are also those who were sadly driven away from the game by the PCU, while they may not be here to see the end I want to wish them all the best and to reinforce that they too played a critical part in where we're at today.
While it may not be as common knowledge, there are even those within the PCU who have been in the fight since the early stages. Before the PCU came to be, I thought I was in a community of good people. That changed when someone very close to me within the PCU was dreadfully harassed to the point where they quit the game. In my view, that was a crime for which there was only one fitting punishment. At first I acted out of love and care for my friend, but soon I came to realize that members of the PCU were doing this to countless players. The abuse inflicted was never called out, never questioned and was -always- forgiven by the leadership for various reasons.
I stayed in the PCU all of this time because I wanted to see it crumble, I wanted to see the community break apart. While there were good people in it, the rot perpetuated by the Old Guard had spread to the roots and can be found in many players within. The only -just- and right solution was for it to end, the layer of protection that the toxic players had will be gone and they will face consequences. The players who have done nothing wrong will be free without fear of any form of retribution from the PCU elite. I stayed in the PCU because I thought I could do more within the organization to thwart it and share information.
I have made many contributions here through various means, I even had my own network within the PCU who were opposed to the organization. Our struggles have been worth it and while I recognize that my characters will not have peace during the fall because I have been a junior officer in the PCU, it has been worth it. My main will even be known to some of the editors of this blog. I played my part and if due to my position as an officer I will be tarnished with the same brush as the Old Guard then let it be so.
To my friend who felt like they forced to quit the game all those years ago, I'm sorry that I was a coward when you wanted someone to have your back against a group of bullies. The PCU and even the Rotgarde before it was always ruled by fear. I had experienced bullying in real life and I was getting sick at the thought of experiencing it at the hands of the community I was in. To this day I still regret not being there for you. I don't think I deserve forgiveness, but since the day you left I have been in the fight against the PCU and it is now so close to the end.
When the end comes, don't stop what you're doing CoAD. There will be those who will try and assume the PCU's place. Don't stop fighting the good fight. There were those of us who were fans and supporters of this blog from within the PCU since the beginning and we salute all of you.
Rest assured in the knowledge that we are not going anywhere. We are all too aware that there are others beside the PCU on this server that are a poisonous influence on it.
Your support and kind words are much appreciated by our team though all the same.
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Mr. Self-Destruct (Joe Elliott)
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Joe’s POV
The sound of laughter from couples all around me is going to make my brain explode. I have to get out of here. I can’t though, I drank all the booze I have at home.
Nothing takes the pain away. Wherever I look I see her. I see him. I see them. In my bed that I paid for.
I can’t wait to surprise her. I wasn’t supposed to come home for another few weeks, but I just had to catch the first flight home. I’ll deal with the repercussions later.
That’s odd. I don’t recognize that vehicle in my driveway. Maybe she has a friend over?
I sneak up the stairs to our bedroom. I burst through the door and the sight in front of me isn’t what I expected.
“Honey, I’m h-“
I can feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces.
The love of my life is wrapped around another man.
“Joe?” She scrambles to cover herself up.
“I’m going to leave, and when I come back, you and your shit better be out of my house.” I grumble, slamming the door so hard that I nearly break it off the hinges.
She did just that. This happened a month ago. It still doesn’t feel real.
I’ve developed a nightly routine of drinking myself into oblivion.
The squeak of the leather stool next to me being sat in breaks me out of my thoughts.
“Hi, I’m-“
“Not interested.” I don’t even look up. The last thing I need is a woman right now.
“Wow. Rough night?”
Sigh. I guess I can stop being an ass for five minutes.
“Rough life.” I glance over at the being sitting next to me. She looks like she walked in straight from a California beach.
“Been there.” She responds before motioning over the bartender. “The strongest whiskey you have.”
“You’re the first lass to not order a Dirty Shirley in the couple hours I’ve been here.”
She laughs, gulping down the two shots in one breath.
I raise my eyebrows. “Impressive.”
“I have an older brother.” She winks.
“Ah. Makes sense.” I nod and raise my glass to my lips one more time before I head home to give my liver a break.
“Heading off so soon?” She asks as I stand up and put on my jacket.
“Unfortunately, yes. The old liver is screaming for me to go to bed.”
“Um, well.” She pulls a sticky note pad out of her bag and a pen, quickly writing something down. “I know you said you weren’t interested, but call me if you change your mind.”
“Will do.” I hold up the note and walk home, thinking of her all the way there.
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Earlier I was exhausted. Now, I’m tossing and turning. Soon I’ll know exactly how many tiles are on my bedroom ceiling.
Call her, Joe.
The voice in my head repeats this phrase over and over again.
Who am I kidding? She probably won’t even answer. It’s late. She might even still be at the bar.
Before I realize it, I’m sitting up dialing the phone next to me.
It rings for a while, so long that I contemplate hanging up completely. On the last ring, someone picks up.
“Hello?”
I cough, nervously. “Uh, hi. It’s Joe from the bar.”
“Joe, right! Hi.”
It’s at this point, I realized I never got her name.
“You know, we never told each other our names.” I try to make conversation.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N. Gotcha.”
“Joe?”
“Hm?”
“What’s on your mind?” She giggles.
Right, usually when people call others in the middle of the night they have a reason.
“Oh, um. Well. I’ve had you on my mind since I left.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I changed my mind.”
“I’m glad.”
“So, I’d like to see you again.” I managed to muster up the courage to ask.
“I’d love to. Meet me back at the bar tomorrow night. We can have a proper introduction this time.” I can tell that she has a smile on her face even on the phone.
“I’m sorry I was such an arse, it’s been a rough-“
“Don’t worry about it. It never happened. I’ll see you tomorrow, Joe. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
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Five years later
“Joe!” She yelps as I catch up to her, spinning her around before we collapse on the beach sand. Turns out I was right about her looking like she had just walked in from a California beach. She had, because she lives there. Now I do too.
“How did you think that you could outrun me? Years of football experience, love.” I kiss her cheek as we watch the waves roll by, wrapping my arms around her.
She chuckles. “How naive of me.” Instead of trying to push me away, she pulls me closer.
“Happy anniversary.” I whisper in her ear.
“Happy anniversary. Aren’t you thankful you were at the bar that night?”
“Yes, very thankful I had my heart beaten into shambles and that I wanted to drink my life away.”
She’s used to my dry sarcasm but still slaps the back of my head.
“You should be. You should also be grateful that I gave you my number despite you being a complete ass.” She raises her eyebrows as she says this matter-of-factly.
“You’re right. There’s no where else I’d rather be than right here.”
We stay there until the sunset casts an orange glow over the water, bringing a peaceful aura to the beach.
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Hey everyone 💜 This is just something personal I thought I’d share. For no reason, really, except I felt like I wanted to and that I should. I’ve never shared this with anyone before and there’s really no purpose to this except I just wanted to write it all down. Please don’t reblog! (Not that anyone would lmao, but just saying). tw: suicide mention
A few years ago, when I was about 17/18, I was quite active on tumblr in a different fandom (not this blog, this is a sideblog that used to be empty and was one of my saved urls before I started posting on here in Feb of last year. Anyways, there was this one person whom I befriended on tumblr and we used to talk on messages like every day. And it got so unhealthy, to the point where I’d feel bad if I was online and didn’t reply to them, and felt like I always had to reply to them or else they’d get passive aggressive? I remember once I told them something along the lines of “hey! maybe it’d be okay if we… didn’t talk every day? like we’d still be friends, friends don’t have to talk every single day” and oh my gosh, they got so passive aggressive about it and made me feel so so guilty that I took it all back. I remember crying actual real tears over this, which is so crazy thinking back. Now, this person wasn’t a bad person and I wish them all the best in whatever they’re doing now and honestly don’t really have any ill feeling towards them. What I’m saying is that I was not emotional equipped or mature enough to be dealing with something like that. And then I remember another person (completely unrelated to this first person) randomly messaged me one day all like “you never speak to me, I thought we were friends!” And wrote all these paragraphs talking about how I don’t speak to them when we were never really close to begin with? And yet I let myself feel bad once more. I just did not have the emotional maturity to be creating boundaries online and all of this was a result of that. So I took a break from tumblr and I remember crying real tears and having a panic attack in the toilet and hoping these people would forgive me for taking a break. A BREAK FROM A DAMN WEBSITE. and then I came back a while later and I had my boundaries set very VERY high.
Which is still true now. Like, I never expected this blog to blow up as much as it has or the sheer volume of asks and messages I get every single day. (Not showing off but idk how else to put it). And I love it, like I love this type of interaction and I feel like this fandom is so much friendlier and healthier than any previous fandoms I’ve been in. Yet a lot of the time I still feel like an outsider, like I have this imposter syndrome. Like all these other blogs are all friends and I’m just there like 🧍🏻lmao. But I feel like that’s bc I’m still so wary bc of what I’ve been through on this website in the past. Like I’ve put up these high walls and I get anxious that a repeat of something like what happened before, will happen again. I feel like I’ve matured from that experience enough to set my boundaries so that I don’t EVER find myself in a position that I’m crying over someone being passive aggressive to me online (although I doubt that would ever happen again, I was like 18 when that happened and I was emotionally a child). And I feel like this is partly why I get overwhelmed so easily when my messages pile up that I just leave them ignored — bc i know this sounds deep and weird but I said to myself that the moment this stops being fun, I need to delete this app bc it’s not worth my mental health.
And it was only much later, when tiktok became a thing and people started sharing their experiences about how they were 12/13/14 and on tumblr trying to persuade a fully grown adult not to unalive themselves, that I realised that so many people have had similar toxic experiences on tumblr. Having grown people trauma dump on you through dm and you feel so guilty and don’t know how to cut them off and you think it’s a true friendship when really it’s not.
Idk why I’m sharing this except for the fact that I just had to write it down. And it still makes me anxious now, as much as I try to deny it. Then I have to remind myself that I’m a grown ass 23 year old now who will never have to go through experiences like that again, bc I am in charge of who I talk to. And this is why I kind of just… am so nervous about talking to people sometimes. Although tbh as I said before, this fandom has been so good to me. Like everyone is so nice and understanding of boundaries and I really love that. I’m happy to be a part of this community and I want to be everyone’s friend but I’m just so in my own head about it. Idk if I’m even making sense anymore, I just feel that a lot of the time I have to second-guess every interaction I make bc I don’t want people to hate me or take my humour the wrong way or find me annoying. Like, that’s my other biggest fear. Or rather, my default feeling: that people on here find my annoying lmao. And I’m not looking for sympathy, and I’ve said this before and y’all amazing people have reassured me that I’m not. But I’m just writing my feels down rn bc it’s kinda therapeutic idk. And idk how to end this so I guess I’ll just end it here lmao. Anyways
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PSA Announcement
Hi, hello, morning, afternoon, evening. I'm sure some of you know who I am for those who went on a long journey with me.
Some of you may know that I was once known to be as octavia_or_pama, galaxus_prime, and even mama_octi to this point. I had so many names since I was very new to the whole social media output and I was trying to see what will fit me the most at the time.
Starting off, sorry for being on hiatus for a long while through this year. As I have a great job that earns me good money and what not. Unfortunately my parents are divorced due to lack of communication and the spark of love between them died down. As this happened, this made me think for a long time about why things go up and down. And, despite the hardship of what I have been through, I wish to try and reconnect with others that I met through the journey here on Tumblr.
First of all, I know that some of you won't accept my words, but I wish to apologize for all the trouble that has happened within the TTTE fandom. I made some good choices while I also have made wrong choices as well. In the beginning, I started out as a simple teen who thought tracing was okay for a while because I wanted to be good as well. Until one person, who is now a very good friend of mine today, stopped me and helped me through that tracing was not okay and that there are better ways to be more good in my own way. without them, I wouldn't be here today and have my own art style I call my own without as I had help practice more and more to where I can be able to draw without struggles. During that timeline, I also made more friends than I ever thought here as I walked alone and gained some really awesome people.
We all had bumps and turns that caused a few wrong choices to happen, but eventually things turned out okay as we stopped and figured out what to do to get back to making good choices.
A couple years ago, I left the TTTE fandom for the sake of my mental health and my friends safety as it was an eye opener that social media not only has good people, but nasty ones behind the mask and I needed a break from all of that. It also gave me time to think about the choices I have made, whether it was right or wrong, and see what I can do to make myself better for the good choices I can make in real life.
The past can hold painful memories, yet it also teaches us a valuable lesson on what you can do to make the next day better for yourself and the people around you. History has a way to repeat itself, but now you know what to do to make the right choice to be able to choose the right choice instead of the wrong choices that you made.
My brother and I watched a whole marathon of Thomas and friends, and it made me remember the good times I have with the friends I made in the fandom, and i want to reconnect and make a new chapter where we can get back together again and make new memories that feel good in our hearts and souls.
While I still have my job and what not, whenever I have a chance on my day off, I want to make some TTTE content here and there to get back into the groove and connect with the people I met again and see how this will end off to. The future is always a mystery to all of us, but I believe that meeting old and new friends is a start to finding out what the future is, not just for me, but for all of us as well.
Please let me know what you think and what are your thoughts and opinions of this, as to where this would lead off to.
#delightful hatter#delightful hatter studio#delightful hatter speaks#PSA#talk#community#TTTE fandom#thoughts
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dear billy…
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billy hargrove & fluff (sad)
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younger sister!reader & billy hargrove / max mayfield
requested by: @loxbbg
a/n + additional notes: had to change this one up because it is a challenge, so I ended up having this from Max’s perspective. Hopefully, this still fulfills this request! also sorry for taking so long to get this done.
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“Max! You can talk to me! Talk to us!” “Max just wait, please!” Stopping in her tracks, Max turned around, shoving her hands in her pockets as she faced Lucas and Y/N. “I told you, I’m fine.”
Lucas and Y/N look at each other for a split second, seemingly unconvinced. “Then why do you keep pushing us away? Look, I don’t need a letter, I don’t want a letter! Just talk to me. We’re your friends! She’s even your family.” Lucas points at Y/N, referencing the step-sister relationship. They used to be close, especially with El that summer. Max, who couldn’t even look at her in the eye, now does, but the horror replays in her head.
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Max, runs and holds herself back beside Mike and Y/N; the bright lights from the fireworks explode and paint the scene almost poetic, but she sees horror. Terror, in their eyes as El, is on the floor, weak but Billy, above her, stops with tears coming out of her eyes. A hand, El’s hand reaches to touch Billy’s, and it was that look Max knew.
“Shit!” The Mind Flayer, whose roars shake the building violently, captures everyone’s attention as the fireworks and explosions slowly stop one by one. “Y/N! What are you doing? No!” Max’s voice screams as her eyes follow Y/N who bolts towards El and Billy and gets on her knees beside El.
“Y/N,” El says weakly; tears staining her cheeks for a solid moment, the mention of Y/N knocks the control the Mind Flayer had on Billy, and he notices her. He looks at her, those matching blue eyes mirror each other as his brow furrows. “I love you.”
He pushes them away and faces the Mind Flayer’s wrath, protecting El and the others.
Max and Y/N scream his name, watching him perish.
———
“Max! You can talk to me, right? I’m your family! I know how you’re feeling, I’m still grieving too, just please…” Y/N said, her voice breaking as she reached her hand out to take. Max kept silent. Looking at her sister’s hand, but did not take it. “I know.” “Then talk to us! She’s right here. I’m right here.”
Another beat of silence passes as Max shakes her head, turning around and heading deeper into the graveyard. “Okay? Just, wait in the car. This won’t be long.”
———
"Dear Billy, I don't know if you can even hear this. Two years ago, I would have said, 'That's ridiculous, impossible.’ But that was before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so... I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything."
"So much has happened since you left. Your dad and Y/N were a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights. Bad fights. I don't think he could stand being here without you, So he left. And he didn't leave Mom much." “For Y/N, at first she was the only one I could talk to—to make me feel better. We were close, and, I clung to her because she was the closest I could get to you. But, it soon changed; she stopped feeling anything after a while. And maybe so did I.” "Mom’s taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer park off Kerley. Ever since you left, everything's been...A total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone."
"I can't tell them that you saved El's life. That you saved my life or Y/N’s life. I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away; going beside Y/N. I imagine that if I had, you would still be here. And everything would be...everything would be right again. I imagine that we...That we could've become friends. Good friends, like...like a real brother and sister. Like you and Y/N. because I knew, even though I was jealous, and we hated each other, that Y/N would help and try to get us to get along. More than Mom and Dad ever did. She loved you. And you loved her. And, I don’t know. Maybe I wanted that too."
"And I know that's stupid. You hated me. I hated you. But I thought that maybe...Maybe we could try again. But that's not what happened. I just...I stood there and I watched. For a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. Normal for Y/N, who was shattered without you. But I...I think that maybe a part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I...I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late."
"If you can even hear this—I hope that you can. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Billy. Love, your shitty little sister, Max."
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Hi all one of bookies friends here.
Everyone needs to calm down
Look at the facts.
Video- showed her without ANY ring a lot
Video-could he be anymore obvious with his left
hand.
Everytime he does or has something come out she does something. This time she shot herself in the hand twice.
And no I no longer find Chris attractive. If your team real i dont care. I just dont like seeing my friends on here who are team or get all worked up bwcause its nothing. It is for nothing we've, proven its fake.
How many holes can you put into a hot air balloon before it can't fly anymore?
To the GP (genaral public) they are married so right after all it was exposed the rings are fake. teams are gunna have to do or try and do clean up for a while. We knew this was going to happen. I expect to see shit about one flying here or the other flying there or they both fly to meet each other. I mean how many roumers in 2 days can start about who is where? It just
makes it look worse and more comical. A real couple wouldnt do damage control at all. Just because a website publishes an article doesn't mean it's a website that reports news or the truth. Remember People mag, US weekly etc is are still mags they use click bait. Don't freak out everytime you hear a rumor that she flew here or did this or that . The fact is its been de bunked disproven if they choose to continue on with the PR BS thats on them a lot of fans are not playing along any more. Im.not playjng along anymore im done with it. I saw a post in instagram that sums everything us well it said
"I am on team PR. But if he wants people
to believe he's with her, then we should
just leave him to it. It's true he owes
us nothing but we also don't owe him
our support anymore."
What point is there to get upset or nervous or anxious over something just because there a rumor about a plane ride. If you wanna believe theres a plane ride maybe its to sign a new contract that this shit is over.
You know its fake i know its fake. And you know what they showed they were gifts from cartier. Maybe her team would shse poney up the money to get cz versions. Frankly it would be even funnier.
We dont owe chris anything.
If you feel silly or stupid or being duped by thibking he was a better man than he is dont be, everyone was. It only goes to show the man could've had awards by now if he picked better scripts
Clean up is gunna happen. WE HAVE SEEN IT. the less you play into it the faster itll be over with.
But dont let this distract you or upset you from a joyus holiday season or take away any happiness you're experiencing or could be experiencing. Focus on something positive and happy. At the very least i saw a blog with a debate about who qas hotter Sam or Castiel. Now THAT is some shit worth arguing about. Not an airheaded Nazi
Thank you, my dear An🫶n.
Honestly, this is a serious wakeup call to a lot. That ring debacle/exposure is something to note, and it could be the sign to many of being done.
And if they aren't, well, I'm happy to partially become the blog that becomes a nostalgic stop for old Chris, Chris Evans before he was a shit person in a shit relationship with a shit person, and Chris Evans Characters Appreciation and absolute SIMPING!!! Oh, and the occasional Albitch hate post, because I still hate her 😆
I'm even thinking it's time to add more Fandoms to my roster. Marvel characters are high on that list. So are book discussions, because I am enjoying that as well 😁
We'll see. The world is my oyster now, especially with that big bomb that fell into our laps, as well as the fact I'm on break and about to undergo the busiest month of my life!!!
It's going to be filled with holiday cheer, family love, Christmas shopping, reconnecting with everyone, and focusing on improving the one love that came back a few months ago, after years... Writing 😊
So, my beautiful weirdos, can we PLEASE take steps towards something new? I think we could use some respite after months, maybe even years of PR Debunking Hell... 🫶
Also, there are certain topics that I don't want to be discussed on here. Because I don't feel comfortable being in the middle of any debate whatsoever (you can ask my dearest friends on here, they know I hate politics and avoid discussing, and eventually debating it, as much as possible). Until my next post, Beloveds 🤗
#An🫶n asks#thank you!#booky reacts#chris evans#chris evans fandom#still a place to hate Albitch.#booky answers#on to new horizons#Happy 25 Days Before Christmas to those who celebrate it Bitchez!!!!#Happy Hanukkah as well... don't know when but figured#I should embrace different cultures on here 😁#DON'T AT ME ABOUT THE WAR EITHER
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