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almalvo · 10 months

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About An Official Spiderverse Artist...

Please do not just scroll past this post; read it.

If you guys follow me on twitter, you probably already know.

But if you dont or still want to read this anyway - here you go:

I aint big, but I got a growing platform that I see as important for me to use as a force for things that matter.

So here I am.

And I got something to say about a certain "artist".

There are so many fucked up people who call themselves artists who are so heavily worshipped by us who both get and or dont get outed in the world for things they do and for their general piss-poor behaviours and persons.

Im here to talk about one in particular (and certainly wont be the last).

There is an artist that basically EVERYONE here has seen art from before, printed in the official Sony artbooks too.

If you have seen this:

Then you have seen this artist before.

His name is Alberto Mielgo. He goes by @/pinkman_himself on twitter.

He is a HUGE part of the art direction and stylisation of the spiderverse movies, if that isnt already obvious. Because he was the former original art director of Into The Spiderverse.

Yes. Former.

Cuz he got "mYsTeRiOuSlY fiReD" from Sony 2 years into pre-production and completely removed from the project.

You may have also seen this character before:

Yes. THAT asian character from Netflix's Love Death + Robots, from the episode "The Witness".

Familiar? Yeah. Because this episode was also made by the same guy, Mielgo.

I aint going to talk about what happens in that episode and hesitate to encourage anyone to watch it - cuz all it basically is is a megalo-misogynistic, assault "glorified for the sake of aRtT", racially fetishised showcase of this crazy makeup/haired bdsm stereotyped asian girl sex worker who essentially gets murdered over and over and over after running for her life completely naked through the city for all of us to see for some fucking reason.

BUt yeah anyways, you can see it in the first pic, but Ill put it here to show more clearly - this here is NOT the character from LDR. But I can understand why you might think so:

Yeah. You read that name in the bottom right corner correctly. This is Peni Parker. His concept art of Peni Parker. A 13 YEAR OLD CHILD. Lookin suspiciously like and dressed as the adult person from LDR with ALSO the crazy hair, make up - WITH AN O-RING CHOKER AND BALL-GAG LIPSTICK (BDSM).

13. year. old. child.

This man only sees east asian women this way.

He likes them crazy, sexy, broken--

and young.

Cuz this man also wrote this on a now-deleted post on his website:

Yeah. He, this whole ass middle-aged white cishet male spaniard thirstin for kids since he was 18 for 12 year old girls.

Cuz 12 year old girls are a fuckin "KNOCK OUT" when they grow up, when they ripen up into adulthood, to this man Alberto Mielgo, aka @/pinkman_himself, this creature.

And if auctioning NFTs isnt bad enough (cuz yes, ofc he does that too - its literally the first option on his website) -

His entire fucking portfolio is of drawing women he had sex with.

His fucking PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO is all of painting and drawing women in very compromising, questionable ways of the VERY SAME WOMEN HE HAD SLEPT WITH THROUGH HIS LIFE.

They look as creepy as they are.

But the scariest part?

While I myself had only just found out about this some days ago as of writing this, some of us have known about this man and his antics for years.

And he keeps getting greenlit by the industry, over and over and over; winning awards, getting respected, praised, admired, even by fellow at-home artists like many of you out there if you dont already do so.

And nothing will happen to him cuz he is a white cishet male artist who has money and a following and connections and influence and power.

So yeah.

I just wanted to talk about a certain official Spiderverse artist to just let yall know there are freaks everywhere, and that no matter how small it is, it's people like me and you who need to do what we can to keep up awareness and warn our communities and protect our most vulnerable.

My suggestion is to take heed of what I said, ask questions about everything you will ever see again from anyone around you, no less the industry, THINK for once, and actually give a fuck.

Keep away.

Do not support this man.

But the decision is ultimately yours.

Stay awake, yall.

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(His face, publicly available as his imdb profile):

scary.

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deonsx · 8 months

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Can you do a extremely smart s/o? (like way smarter than them, more smarter than fyodor, ranpo etc.). With Ranpo, Dazai, Fyodor? You can add Nikolai if you want to.

I really love your writing. It’s so addicting🫶

This was really a request that made me smile the moment I saw it, I hope you like the story I made<3

Feat: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor

Girlfriend Smarter Than Themselves

Dazai Osamu

Although Dazai said how much he loved women, he was always a bit condescending and approaching them for fun, but when he saw you, your intelligence caught his attention

Talking to each other was connecting you, dazai was a lonely soul who thought no one understood him He always thought you really understood him, even if you didn't know his background, but over time your intelligence has more than impressed him

"You? you set me up?" he asked while watching you lying in bed at the house he went to with mission clues "I just wanted you today, that's all.. Did you really believe the whole thing that guy was here?"

His eyes look at you solemnly "I have to catch him s/o-" you cut him off "I already caught him last night" His brows furrowed as if his face was angry that you did this "And no I didn't hand him over to the agency, osamu"

His eyes widened in surprise, his face laughed as he heard what I said "Ahhh when are you going to disappoint me bella”

Ranpo Edogawa

"Damn I don't understand it's like everything is lost.. what am I going to do..?" your boyfriend knelt aside and the expressions on his face circled as he stared at the folders

Silence ensued and you leaned over and whispered something in his ear with that Ranpo quickly got serious "Wait that's really possible s/o,But who could it be-" "That guy" you gestured, ranpo looking at you shocked "We can't just accuse a man, we need proof"

"As we can see here lightly, we need to have a man with a tattoo on my hand and a blind man, the man has gloves that hide the tattoo" Ranpo frowned and his voice hardened as he spoke, "But the man isn't blind so you're wrong-"

"The files here are from 2 years ago, but we were told that they were just made, isn't it obvious why?" Ranpo's Green irises narrowed and he laughed "Don't tell anyone this, I'll always be the smartest detective in the world"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

You were lying in your bed and heard your boyfriend yawn and get out of bed "Hmm, are you going to work?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm going to a more important place, my dear," said Fyodor wearily, You covered his side of the bed as well and exhaled easily "You know there are snipers out there and you're going alone? Should I say courage?

Fyodor straightened up and smiled, "You impress me all the time, every time I think you read my mind" You smiled "I just know you well my love" Fyodor blew a kiss on your forehead and went to his duty that day when he came back he looked pissed off, the hour was approaching night it was already dark and Fyodor was looking pretty pissed off

He spoke to you saying "I missed something and now the plan is ruined" and he steps towards the computer room, but you stop him "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you" he frowned and tried to make sense of what you were saying

You took a key out of your pocket, his eyes widened in complete disbelief "This is the key-" you interrupted "Yes, that's the only key to the agency's file room, that door can't be opened without this key" Eyes narrowed and smiled "I will always be impressed by you"

Enjoy!

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lanabarnes06 · 2 months

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Hypothetically - BuckyBarnes x reader

Hi, this is my first ever post on here so we'll see how it goes I guess. Please interact in anyway that you want to.

Summary: You finally get chosen to go on a mission and become an official Avenger. When you go and tell a certain someone, something unexpected happens.

Warnings: None I think

Word Count: 2017

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Bucky’s sat on the couch in the living room at the Avenger’s Compound, sipping on a bottle of whiskey, staring into space with the same old grumpy look on his face.

I walk into the room and flop myself down on the couch two cushions away from him. “Barnes!” I say excitedly.

His gaze softens when he notices me walk in, only briefly though. The only acknowledgement I get is a slight wave of his bottle saying “hi” in his own Bucky like way.

“What’s up?” I ask him looking at his cranky expression. “Why you so grumpy today?”

He gives me a serious stare for a moment, not looking too happy about me asking. He looks away, looks at me again and then sighs, leaning back into the couch. “Tired. Can’t sleep well.” He says shrugging. “What’s up with you?”

“I am feeling so good today. My day could not possibly get any better.” I smile and then think about why he’s still awake. “Did the nightmares keep you up again?”

“I don’t want to talk about them right now. Wait, you got the invite?” He says looking slightly impressed. “Steve’s finally letting you come? Well I’ll be damned.”

I look down, knowing he doesn’t like to talk about the nightmares, I don’t like to talk about mine either. “Yep, he finally agreed to let me come.”

I see the corner of his mouth turn up slightly and form the smallest genuine smile. I smile to myself, finally breaking through the ice.

“Well congratulations, you’ll finally be an Avenger. Think you can handle yourself?”

“I’ve got superpowers Buck, I’m sure I'll be fine.”

He laughs to himself a little bit. “Don’t get too confident with those powers. Steve is gonna be pissed if you get hurt.” He smiles to himself. “He sees you as a little sister, you know that right?”

“Yeah I know and he’s basically my big brother.”

His smile gets slightly bigger when we begin talking about Steve. “Oh, trust me, he’s so much more overprotective than you realise. You’d be shocked to know how many times he’s gotten worried about you just because you’ve gone somewhere without him.” He says sounding, amused?

“Wait, really?” I say, not knowing he was like this.

He nods. “Oh, you have no idea. Whenever he’s worried, he kinda panics silently for a bit until he finds you. I could see the panic in his eyes when he looks at you, like you’re just so little and vulnerable and he cares for you so much.” - he smiles a little, then shakes his head. “Steve really loves you, doll. You don’t even realise how much you mean to him.”

I smile at what he says “I love him too, he’s basically my brother. Only family I have left.”

“So Steve’s all you have left?” - he asks, now sounding slightly curious.

“Yeah” I say.

Something about this seems to interest him. He puts his bottle down and leans forward even more, looking at me curiously. A small smirk crosses his face, but he doesn’t say anything more yet. He just keeps staring, waiting for me to keep talking.

I take a deep breath and begin talking “My parents died 10 years ago when I was 14. I accidentally got these powers a year later during one of the many alien invasions. Two years later when I was 17, Steve found me and helped me learn about and to control my powers, he brought me to the tower and now it’s seven years later and we’re still close”

He leans back with his hands on his knees and stares at me for a whole minute before finally nodding his head a little. He leans back and finally speaks quietly and hesitantly. “So… you’ve known Steve for over 7 years now?”

“Yeah, somewhere around that.”

He seems more interested, now that he knows just how long we’ve known each other. His expression remains neutral, though, as if he thinks he has no right to seem too curious about my relationship with Steve.* “That’s… long. So he’s basically been like a guardian to you all this time?”

“Yep, brother, mentor, best friend all of it” I say smiling, thinking of all the memories with Steve over the years.

He stays silent for a long moment before finally letting out a small, soft smirk. “It sounds like he means a lot to you.” - he says, sounding almost serious for once.

“He means everything to me”

Something about this seems to finally break down his usual wall of tough guy emotions. He doesn’t sound grumpy anymore and he seems like he’s actually interested in my relationship with Steve. Maybe even a little curious about how much I value him. He takes his bottle again and takes a long sip.

“What’s up?” I ask curiously

He seems to snap back to reality quickly and clears his throat before shaking his head and looking away. “Don’t worry about it. Just some stupid thoughts.”

“Bucky, tell me.”

He seems hesitant to tell me for some reason. He hesitates for a few seconds before finally nodding his head and letting it out. “You’re telling me that Steve is one of the most important people in your life. So what if…” - he trails off, and his voice gets quieter. “What if you developed some romantic feelings for him?”

I shudder, “ew, no, gross, absolutely not. He’s my brother that is ew”

He lets out a tiny sigh of what seems like relief before smiling at me with a little chuckle. “Good. Good. I was hoping that would be your answer.” He leans back again, letting out another sigh. “But how do you keep from falling for the guy? I mean… it’s Steve Rogers we’re talking about.”

“Because he’s Steve.” I say, “he’s so annoying and overprotective and, just no, I could never see him that way.”

He seems to be trying not to laugh. He sniffs a little but it’s easy to see where the amusement is coming from. “I never thought I’d hear someone complaining about Steve Rogers, doll. Usually he gets all the girls.”

“Well he doesn’t have me” I say laughing.

He laughs as well, but in a more genuine way. “He’s not your type, I take it?” - he says, trying to keep the teasing out of his voice. But he can’t quite help it as he leans forward once again, eyeing me up and down for a second.

“He’s definitely not my type”

“You got a type or anything?”

I pause and think for a minute. Do I risk telling him and worry about being rejected? I push those thoughts to the back of my mind and continue. “Brunette, blue eyes”

His eyebrow goes up in curiosity. “Well well. Sounds like you’d like a certain someone I know.” - he says, raising his chin just a little bit while eyeing me. There’s a bit of amusement in his voice.

“Oh really?”

He stays quiet for a moment, waiting to see if I can make the connection yourself, but I have no idea. After another moment he finally leans back and smiles a little. “You know a certain magical guy?"

I pause to think for a moment, and then it hits me “Wait, Doctor Strange?!”

He nods his head and leans back. There’s a small smirk on his face, but he stays quiet.

“No, I’m definitely not into him like that”

His smirk grows, “You sure? He’s got the exact description you gave. And he’s quite the ladies man too, you know.” - he says, almost teasingly.

“It’s definitely not him. Plus there’s someone else around here with the same description.”

He stays silent for a few moments and raises his eyebrows once again. “…and who would that be?”

“You really don’t know?”

His eyes narrow just a little in curiosity “Why don’t you tell me?” - he says, leaning forward.

“Well,” I say feeling brave. “This guy I like also has a metal arm.”

The second I mention the metal arm, he just chuckles and shakes his head silently for a second. He leans back again, raising his brows as he smirks a little. "Oh really? That’s funny, because now that I think about it, the guy you’re describing sounds a lot like me."

“Does it? Really?” I say, pretending to act shocked.

He nods his head. “Yeah. I do have a metal arm and I’m a brunette. And I think my eyes might just be the right shade of blue.” - he chuckles a little as he leans forward, continuing to grin at me.

“Your eyes are very blue”

He smiles even wider when I say that. But he tries to hide it a little by leaning back once again, trying to act casual. “They are? Well then, I guess I fit the description, huh.” - he says with a smirk.

I laugh for a second “I can’t believe you thought I was into Steve”

He chuckles again when I mention that. He lets out one short laugh before going silent again. “Oh come on, that’s funny. A young girl like you, hanging around an older guy like Steve all the time. It’s not that unusual that I thought you were having a thing for him.” - he says with a small smile. The corner of his mouth even creeps up slightly. “You’re really not into him though?”

“I’m really not into him”

“So… does that mean you might consider me then? I mean, you said it’s your type and I definitely fit the description.”

I open my mouth to say something and my phone rings “Oh shoot it’s Steve, I should probably answer this.”

He seems oddly disappointed by that, even though he acts surprised and amused that Steve’s calling you. “Yeah, you should probably take that.”

“You know what, he can wait” I say and reject the phone call.

“You know, not many people have the guts to just ignore Captain America and get away with it.”

“Yeah well I’m his sister so he has to deal with it”

He nods for a second. “Yeah, you got a point I guess. But let me ask you something.” He leans forward and speaks in a soft, almost whispery way. “So… do you think you could get away with ignoring me as well? Just as a hypothetical, of course.”

Without thinking I say “I don’t think I’d ever ignore you Barnes”

He lets out a small chuckle and leans back as his smile grows slowly. He nods his head for a moment and looks around slightly. After a few moments of silence, he leans forward with a small smirk again. “So… just as a hypothetical, then, what would you do if I were to ask you out?”

I laugh slightly and decide to be bold. “Hypothetically, I’d say yes”

His eyes widen a little as he lets out another small laugh. He raises his eyebrows as he leans forward again with the same little smug smile on his face. “Hypothetically, right. You know, as a hypothetical… I *might* consider asking you out if you keep this energy up.”

“I’d really like that” I say before quickly adding, “hypothetically of course.”

“So, again hypothetically, how would you feel if I kissed you right now.”

“Do it.” I say

“You didn’t add a hypothetical on the end.” He says shocked.

“I didn’t mean it hypothetically.” I say smiling up at him.

His smile widens a tiny bit before he leans in towards me, and when his lips touch mine, he kisses me softly, but passionately, holding back nothing in this moment. I can tell by the way he's kissing me how much he enjoys this moment and actually wanted to do it. He is not holding back. He lets his hands wrap around me now and pulls me even closer to him.

I pull away and rest my forehead on his. “Oooh you just kissed your best friends little sister” I laugh “Steve’s gonna be madddd”

He closes his eyes “Shit.”

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spiderbussy · 11 months

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The Hating Game

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, steamy moments (but no smut), swearing, lots of anger/hatred, i think that’s all??

i wrote this a whole year ago and dug it up from deep in the drafts and it’s not entirely awful so i figured i might as well publish??? also edited whilst watching some killer shark movie LMFAOO so it might be a lot worse than i think jshsjs,, quick PSA tho: i dont rlly feel comfy writing for real people anymore, and i don’t like writing smut, so whilst this is relatively steamy there’s no actual smut in it :) hopefully someone enjoys lmfao

there is also a high likelihood that i will be deleting this soon bc i am Embarrassed

Being mortal fucking enemies with your co-worker is not exactly what you envisioned your first serious acting job to entail, but no one can have everything, you suppose. Like, it makes sense, from a realistic (OK, pessimistic) standpoint that getting hired to be a main character on a popular teen TV show with little to no acting experience and the only thing to your name being an apartment you’re about to get evicted out of for not paying your bills is exceedingly lucky. Like, come on, what are the fucking odds? And everyone knows that something so good is bound to be followed by something bad. In your case, something you consider the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person, and his name is Dylan O’Brien.

First off, you know. Dylan O’Brien. Every teenage girls wet dream. He’s a conventionally attractive white guy who respects women because he doesn’t actively spit on them! (You’re not saying he’s sexist, because you’re pretty sure that’s not why he hates you, it’s just because he’s tasteless and a dick.)

Here’s the thing, though. Ever since you started this job, he’s had it out for you. Like, genuinely, he’s fucking evil and is trying to ruin your life. Why is this? You have no clue, only that you hate him back equally as much, if not more.

What really sucks, though, is that this is the guy who’s playing your love interest. At first, this wasn’t even really a problem for you (only to your controlling ex-boyfriend — good fucking riddance, by the way), but it became one when you overheard Dylan actively begging the shows head writer and producer, Jeff, to cancel that plot and then storming off like a complete and utter wankstain when he was denied.

Your character's first kiss scene has had to be filmed at least a million times by now, and the crew is starting to really get pissed off by it, which, like, fair enough, you are too, but it’s not your fault you and Dylan can’t even pretend to be romantically interested in each other for five minutes! The scene itself isn’t even the problem, you’ve nailed that, it’s the kiss. The gentle, loving kiss your characters are supposed to share, and Jeff is an asshole and every time he’d yell at you and Dylan you’d both just get more and more pissed at each other, and the kiss would get progressively more and more heated and angry with every retake.

That’s where you’re at now, bordering on eating each other’s faces (excuse you while you yack!) as Jeff yells “cut!” for the fifty-millionth time. You and Dylan instantly spring apart, awkwardly avoiding eye contact as Jeff sighs. Using the back of your hand, you wipe your mouth, only to pull it back to find blood. Literal fucking blood.

“Did you bite me, you fucking pervert?” you whisper-yell at Dylan so that the crew aren’t prone to any more unprofessional behavior you exhibit. The stinging in your lip grows more profound, and you scoff. “Oh my fucking God, you bit me.”

Dylan smirks, shrugging his shoulders as he glares back at you tenfold. He’s oozing this nonchalant smugness, and you feel more pissed at him than ever.

“How the hell was that ‘gentle’ or ‘loving’!?” you continue quietly yelling at him as Jeff talks with the rest of the crew, his hands rubbing over the creases on his forehead.

Dylan’s smirk falls, as he glares at you with incredulity, “How was pulling my hair like, five minutes ago, any more ‘gentle’ or ‘loving’?!” he spits back.

Part of you wants to admit that that was genuinely an accident, but, like, whatever. Dylan would probably take it the wrong way, interpreting it as you being kinky and attracted to him. “OK,” you say instead, “act like you didn’t moan when I did that, you freak.”

“I moaned in pain,” he argues, eyebrows scrunched and a fire in his eyes as he unconsciously steps towards you.

You open your mouth, ready to retort with another remark with the intent to insult him, but Jeff’s voice quickly cuts the two of you off. “OK, guys, it’s been a long day but we’re gonna try it again,” he breathes out, rubbing his hands together before he suddenly stops, eyes narrowing in on your lip. “Jesus, OK, what the hell, your lip is bleeding Y/N.”

“Sorry about that,” Dylan smirks, poorly feigning being apologetic. And this guy’s supposed to be an actor, Jesus Christ.

“Right,” Jeff sighs, so obviously done with the both of you as you glare daggers at Dylan, which only seems to widen his smirk. “Um, OK, so this time… Dylan, try not to eat Y/N, OK? And, guys, try not to step on each other’s feet… or kick each other… the camera may not be able to see down there, but it shows, and we cab. Um, so, both of you…. just… gentle and loving, OK? This is supposed to be a sweet moment, your characters are comforting each other…. God, OK, let’s just try and get this over with.”

Admittingly, when Jeff speaks, you aren’t even really listening. You’re trying your best to hide the fact that you’re elbowing Dylan behind your back, and he’s aggressively standing on your toes. The both of you are glaring at each other from the corners of your eyes, paying Jeff little attention.

“And, reset!” Jeff calls, the both of you getting back into position. Dylan seemingly can’t help himself, though, because he steps on your heel as you walk away from him. Fucking asshole. You curse him out in your head as you try to hide your wince and sit on Stiles’ bed. He just always has to have the last word. It’s fucking childish.

You’re not paying attention as Jeff continues to call to the crew, ready for a retake. Instead, you’re glaring straight ahead, and Dylan is glaring back. The tension between the two of you dissipates quickly as Jeff yells “Action!” though, and you pretend to be upset as tears fill your eyes. You sniffle and Dylan walks over, slowly sinking himself down next to you. There’s a palpable distance between the two of you, one that’s closing slowly as Dylan, in character, awkwardly shuffles towards you, fidgeting all the while.

“What are you doing?” your character asks, looking at Dylan (Stiles) with soft, furrowed brows.

“Uhhh,” he stutters, “I just—trying to comfort you?”

“Oh,” your character says. “Right. I’m OK, though. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s alright.”

There’s silence for a moment, enough to be considered a moment too long, one that makes the air awkward. You aren’t looking at Jeff but you assume he’s relatively pleased, although this isn’t the part you and Dylan have been struggling with. It’s coming up, though.

Your breath audibly halters as Dylan’s tender fingers brush your hair out of your face, tucking it behind you ear. His character is closer than you thought, as you turn to face him. His fingers are lingering in your hair, coming to hesitantly cup the side of your face as you meet his gaze. There’s barely even three centimeters between your faces, and your character's eyes are flicking down to his lips constantly, as though she can’t help herself.

“Can I…” Dylan‘s charachter trails off, gulping. “Can I—is it alright if I kiss—?”

You cut him off, quickly leaning in to place a peck on his lips.

“…You,” he breathes out, his eyes widened as he looks thoroughly perplexed.

Your character bites her lip, looking down at her hands before shooting up. “Sorry. I’m—I probably shouldn’t have done that. Sorry. I’ll go.” As quickly as you stand up, though, Dylan grabs your hand.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, and when you turn around to face him his hands are cupping your cheeks again and you’re kissing. It’s gentle and soft until his finger tugs a strand of your hair, and then all of a sudden your hands are in Dylan’s hair roaming through them and tugging and, next thing you know, you’re tonguing and Dylan’s hand is wrapped around your throat.

“OK, cut!” Jeff screeches, and the two of you practically scramble away from each other. “What the hell, guys? You were doing so well until then. I just… Let’s take another five, I guess. No, actually, screw it, we’ll pick this back up tomorrow.”

Jeff storms off, and not only are you pissed at Dylan now, you’re ashamed. The both of you have been acting unprofessional all day, just because Dylan is a fucking child. If he gets you fired… You’re gonna kill him. Fucking murder him. Shit on his mutilated corpse.

Glaring at him, you shove his side as you storm off to go back to your trailer and calm down. You need to sleep because tomorrow is an early shoot and it’s already late, and now you probably won’t be able to because you’re pissed and stressed and worried.

Unfortunately for you, there’s a pattern of thudding footsteps on the ground before Dylan catches up to you. “Jesus, can you slow down?” he rasps. “What the hell did I even do now?”

“Are you fucking serious, O’Brien?” you whirl around, only to be met with him much closer than you anticipated. “I could get fired ‘cause of your immature ass.”

“Oh, my immature ass?” he scoffs. “Do you even hear yourself?”

With a roll of your eyes, you turn around and continue on your merry way to your trailer. You want to get away from Dylan, desperately, before you end up punching him, but he doesn’t seem to be getting the hint and is hot on your heels.

“You’re the one always calling me a dick and shit, insulting me, starting stuff. I mean, I have bruises on my back from you elbowing me just a minute ago.” You’re at your trailer now, after blocking out Dylan’s ranting in your ear, but you only just open the door before he continues, “What, you mad ‘cause no one else ever dishes back what you put out? Sorry not everyone just accepts your word as gospel, princess.”

“First of all, fuck you,” you spit. You’re giving him the attention and reaction he wants, but you don’t even care. You’re that pissed off. “Second of all, me, the princess? Holy shit, O’Brien, you’re delusional. You had a go at me today because I ate the last mac ‘n cheese, even though your name wasn’t on it. You think everything belongs to you because everybody loves you. News flash, it doesn’t, and they don’t. They just suck up to you because you’re a rich white guy with an army of teenage girls behind you.”

“Sounds like you’re just jealous to me,” Dylan shrugs, trying to pretend he’s unaffected but the stiffness in his shoulders is entirely obvious. “I mean, come on, let’s be honest here, you’re used to getting everything, to being the favourite, but the moment someone else gets attention you go fucking haywire. Or maybe you’re just in love with me. You say you hate me but, come on, everyone knows there’s a thin line between love and hate.”

“Me? Love you?” You scoff, laughing aggressively. “Only one of us choked the other as they shoved their tongue down their throat today.”

“Choked you?” Dylan snorts. “You wish. I merely placed my hand in the wrong place. It was an accident, Y/L/N. You know, like you.”

“Oh, good one. You really got me there, Dyl.” The sarcasm is practically oozing out of your every pore at this point. “And your hand was around my neck. How do you accidentally do that?”

“I was aiming for your other cheek, but you were tugging on my hair so much I could barely fucking see,” he retorts.

“Oh, sure. You were aiming for my cheek and you just accidentally slipped your hand right like this,” you say, sliding your hand around Dylan’s throat to demonstrate, lightly pushing him against the wall.

“Yeah, maybe like how you accidentally kept going like this,” Dylan says, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stares straight into yours, his fingers sliding through your hair before gripping and yanking.

“I hate you,” you breathe, your gazes re-aligning. The distance between the two of you is minimal at this point, and there’s an angry hornets nest in your stomach that you blame on your insatiable anger and hatred of this man in front of you.

“Fight me,” he spits, eyes boring into yours and not breaking contact for even a second.

“Oh, you wanna fight?” You challenge, mocking him.

“Fuck you,” he spits again, violently frustrated.

“Oh, you wanna fuck?” You were supposed to say it with a laugh, but the distance between the two of you is so small, and your voice sounds so quiet, and his eyes are looking at yours like that, and it suddenly sounds so reasonable… The two of you are kissing, but it doesn’t feel like kissing. It feels like more. It doesn’t start gentle and slow, like the ones you were doing for the camera earlier, it starts violent and angry as you communicate every ounce of hatred from one body to another.

Dylan’s foot juts out, his hands sliding down your body as he kicks the door to the trailer shut. Immediately, you push him up against the closed door, hands sliding into his hair as his hands come up to cup your cheeks with vigor.

“I knew you were into that,” he groans, smirking.

“Shut the fuck up,” you retort, forcing his head back down to yours so your lips can re-meet. His laugh cuts off into a moan as you pull his hair, and he suddenly flips the two of you around, parting your legs with his foot as his hands cup your ass.

The next day, you drag yourself into hair and makeup, ashamed. You know Sam, your makeup artist, is gonna want to kill you for all the goddamn hickies on your neck. Honest to god, it looks like you’ve just crawled out a leech-infested lake.

“Jesus Christ, girl,” Sam gasps as you take your usual seat. “You get mauled or something?”

The woman lifts your hair as she peers at your marked-up neck, assessing the damage. She seems more amused than pissed off, thankfully, but it does nothing to quell your embarrassment. You just hope you didn’t mark Dylan up as much as he did you, or else someone might just put the pieces together. You do not want people thinking your standards are low enough to sleep with him—they might think you’re some sex-crazed satanist if they know you fucked the devil last night.

“Yeah, something like that,” you sigh, irritation lining your tone. It just so happens that, at that moment, the trailer door opens and in comes Dylan. Your eyes meet immediately, just as they always have done when the two of you have found yourselves in the same room. You glare, but you find it’s half-hearted and, unlike usual, he looks away and goes over to his own seat, seemingly searching for something.

Huh.

“You gotta tell me who did this to you,” Sam whistles, still in shock, apparently. “Slip ‘em my number, maybe.”

You can’t see Dylan entirely, his back half-turned to you, but you see the corner of his lips turn up as he tries to suppress a smirk.

“You know what they say about guys who put on a show,” you shrug, eyes narrowed in Dylan’s direction. He’s pretending to search for his phone still, but you saw him slip it into his pocket already. Nosey fucker. “It’s a little somethin’ called overcompensation.”

Sam lets out a loud cackle, turning to grab something out of her bag, and Dylan, done with pretending to look for his phone, whirls his head around to give you a subtle glare and a raised eyebrow, a smug look on his face like he knows you’re lying. (Which you, very begrudgingly, have to admit to yourself that you are.)

You hate Dylan. Despise him, even. More than you’ve ever hated anyone; you can rationalize why last night happened easily enough. The amount of hatred and tension and the pressure from Jeff to get that scene right all blew up. That much emotion had to be exhausted somewhere, and, well, it was. It was a blip in the timeline, some kind of glitch in the matrix, but it happened and there’s an easy explanation. What there’s not an easy explanation for, however, is why you liked it so much. Why you’re lying, trying to pretend it wasn’t nearly as good as it was, trying to pretend you’re not still thinking about how it felt to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him… There is no logical explanation for that.

In fact, it’s entirely illogical, the mushy way you feel inside when you met his eyes, covered with a glare that you wish had half the hate in it that it normally does. It’s weird and it’s wrong, because you’re not supposed to have butterflies when you think of the way his hand had caressed your face, the way he ran his fingers through your hair, the way his arms felt, wrapped around you. You’re supposed to be revolted.

He’s smug and he’s pompous and you cannot stand him, let alone stand the thought of kissing him. And yet, although you hate the fact that the thought exists, you yearn for it. You find yourself excited, even, to go to set and get yelled at by Jeff because you simply cannot help yourselves when it comes to one another. You hate it, every second of it, every second of him. You think you hate him so much you might actually love him. And with the wink he sends over his shoulder as he leaves the trailer, eyes dark as they peer at the hickies Sam is frantically trying to cover up, you think he does, too.

#dylan obrien #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien x reader

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HI LOVEEEER

I have a blurb for inflection point 👀👀 SOMETHINT MORE HOLY BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE HAD A SHITTY ASS WEEK!!

Jeonghanio and Seungcheol are just chattin away on their couch and reader comes home hella annoyed bc of work even tho jeonghans like "🤨" and then its just comforting bc reader just drops mega f bombs everywhere to a point where both men are terrified.

ANAGWAYS U DONT HAVE TO RESPOND I JUST HAD A IDEA 🫶🏼🫶🏼 LOVE UEYEYEYE

⟣ when you're having a bad day ⟢ wc: 1.8k words tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, cuddling

All you could think about after this shitshow of a workday is your wonderful cloud couch at home.

Not only does it provide maximum comfort during your...more risqué activities with either or both of your boyfriends, but on days much like this one, you can just sink into the plush cushions and let them swallow you whole. Almost like you're floating on a fluffy cloud—hence, the namesake.

You were mortified when Jeonghan finally spilled just how much money Seungcheol invested into that sofa. It was probably three—no, four times more expensive than the king-sized mattress he'd gotten for the three of you a year ago. Then and there, you realized that your first love has developed quite the eye for home furniture, and decided to make good on his paychecks by purchasing only the best of the best.

But the net worth of your cloud couch isn't the issue here.

When you shut the door behind you, the idle background noise from that sitcom Jeonghan has taken a fancy to these days flits to your ears—somehow easing the tension in your shoulders. He had to stay home because of a fever that's been running since yesterday evening. While that resulted to you having to cover for your boss' responsibilities for the day, you were glad to know he's been resting up just like you insisted all morning.

Jeonghan was particularly stubborn about using up a sick leave because one of the company's more insufferable clients scheduled a meeting with him today—one that apparently can't be pushed back a day since he's flying out of the country tonight.

So, like the outstanding employee and girlfriend you are, you reassured your boss-turned-lover to just relax, and that you and his secretary, Joshua have got it covered.

Besides, you've been in this business with Jeonghan for years. How bad could he possibly be?

"Whoa," Seungcheol pipes up from where he's buried under a fluffy comforter with Jeonghan on the couch. "You look like shit, babe. What happened?"

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan kicks his leg, and you don't miss the nasal quality to his voice. Your lover's miffed expression then morphs into something more hospitable. when he turns to you with a smile. "Hey, sweetheart. How was work? Not too difficult without me?"

You answer their questions by collapsing on the vacant spot right next to Jeonghan, a whine caught in the back of your throat as you buried your face his sweatshirt. He smells like laundry detergent and Salonpas—a far cry from his usual expensive colognes, but it fills you with a sense of quiet satisfaction, knowing you get to see him this vulnerable.

And Jeonghan can also see how vulnerable you are right now.

"He's so..." you trail off for a moment, the words lost on you because of how pissed off you are. "Why are we even considering doing business with such a fucking creep?"

Seungcheol tenses from the other side, rising a little to furrow his brows. "I know I don't usually ask about the specifics, but is this about that new client of yours? Did he do something weird to you? Am I going to have to beat someone up?"

Jeonghan sighs, easing a palm across Seungcheol's thigh over the comforter. "Cheol, calm down. If Mr. Seo has a type, it's definitely not our princess over here."

"What does that even mean?"

You huff before tucking your legs to your chest and shifting your weight into Jeonghan. You know you probably shouldn't be putting too much strain on someone who's sick but you can't help it!

"That weirdo wouldn't stop eye-fucking Joshua during the entire meeting! I bet he was even happy that Hannie wasn't with us today 'cause there was no one else that could tell him off. Joshua isn't exactly the confrontational type either, so..."

Jeonghan presses his lips together before making you rest your head on his shoulder, stroking your hair to placate you somehow. "But you're the confrontational type, right? Why didn't you show that asshole his place, hm? You've seen me do it dozens of times."

"In case you're forgetting, I'm just a regular employee, Hannie." You roll your eyes. "If I talk back to him, he might just have me fired."

"Who gets to hire and fire people in the office again?"

"...You."

"And do you seriously think I would fire my favorite employee?" Jeonghan teases, leaning down to plant a kiss on your nose. "You give the best head underneath my desk, love. What makes you think I'll let you go so easily?"

Your reaction is immediate, and Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle when you peel yourself away from his embrace to relocate on Seungcheol's side—glaring at your boss as you grab tightly onto the football star's arm.

"Look what you did," Seungcheol laughs before nuzzling your hair affectionately. "As much as I want to know what that feels like, there's a time and place for everything, Han. Don't her feathers look ruffled enough?"

You let out a petulant noise, making a show of tilting your chin up with indignance. "Yeah, Hannie, haven't I gotten enough shit today?"

"Aside from the not-so-discreet Mr. Seo," he starts before getting up to pad over to your side so that you're sandwiched between your two lovers, "what else has gotten our baby so pissed off today?"

You puff out your cheeks, face souring at the mere thought of recalling everything that happened since you walked out of the door to your house today.

Since Jeonghan was sick, you convinced Seungcheol to stay at home to take care of him, despite the latter insisting that he drive you to work. You promised that you could manage, and that you sort of missed commuting to the office anyways.

That's your first mistake because you had no clue that the trains were down today, and you had to stand in a long line at the taxi bay, since none of the city buses pass by any areas near your workplace. You were already running a bit late as is, so you couldn't afford to walk either.

Today, you were an hour late for work when you've never been tardy your entire life (except for that one time your boyfriends tag-teamed you too intensely on a Monday morning, damn these men). In your attempt at apologizing profusely to Joshua—bowing a full ninety degrees and everything—you ended up knocking over his iced americano in the process.

The drink splashed all over an important document Jeonghan's secretary had been going over before your arrival, and that was honestly the first time you saw Joshua look like he wanted to strangle someone in the years you've worked alongside him.

It certainly did not help that you were supposed to meet that creep, Mr. Seo immediately after that altercation. Even if you managed to strike an acceptable deal with him after a few compromises, you could practically hear Joshua silently pleading for god to just kill him with lightning right then and there.

He must've been having just as bad a day as you are.

Your domino effect of misfortune carried over until lunch time when the nearby taco joint got your order mixed up. That happens pretty often though, and on a regular day, you wouldn't have minded, but with how terrible things have gone today, you ended up breaking down in a public bathroom.

As you animatedly recount the day's events, your two boyfriends listen intently. You're completely oblivious to how they slowly and quietly eased you into a more comfortable position on the couch—your back resting against Seungcheol's chest while Jeonghan props your legs on his lap.

"It was just a shitty fucking day," you complain, tears stinging the back of your eyes. You're not sad. You just tear up very easily whenever you're too stressed for your own good. "I hated that Hannie wasn't there. I hated the commute. I hated ruining Joshua's day. And I hate Mr. Seo even if he's bringing us a ridiculous amount of profit in the next few months."

Your rant makes you sound like a kid who got denied the toy she wants at the department store, and you hold your tongue at the realization. Seungcheol shakes his head before grasping your chin with his hand, turning your head so that your eyes would meet.

"Baby, I'm sorry we weren't there for you." He wipes the moisture from your eyes before pressing a long kiss on your lips—one that you immediately melt into. When Seungcheol pulls away, you even find yourself pouting.

"Trust me, I would've filled in Jeonghan's shoes for the day if I knew his absence would take this much of a toll on you," he reassures.

Jeonghan shakes his head at your lover's admission before nuzzling the crook of your neck. "Mmm... I don't know about that, Cheol. You might make the company go under within five minutes of talking to any of our clients."

Seungcheol scowls at him, and you stifle a quiet laugh. Can't argue with that. You and Jeonghan know very well that the way Seungcheol deals with problems is a bit too...aggressive for a corporate setting. He's better off channeling all that frustration in the field.

You jolt a little when Jeonghan circles his arms around your waist, peppering your neck, jaw, and cheeks with kisses that have you laughing at his ridiculousness. He only stops when his face is directly in front of yours, and you can't help the way your heart flutters when his lips curve into a handsome smile.

"Thank you for covering for me today, princess," he breathes, nuzzling your nose with his. "I can't kiss you on the lips 'cause you might get sick, too, but I hope you know how much I love you."

"I don't mind getting your cooties," you tease before leaning closer to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I love you, too, Hannie. But god, I can't imagine how you deal with our clients firsthand. It's one thing to watch you talk to them, but it's another to be the one making the important decisions on the spot."

"And you wonder why I make so much money," he chuckles.

Behind you, Seungcheol taps your thigh to call your attention, and you glance back at him with curious eyes.

"Jeonghan said he wanted to watch a bunch of Land Before Time movies when you got home, but we haven't decided on where to have dinner delivered from yet," he explains, leaning forward to press his lips to your temple. "You got any ideas, beautiful?"

Just like that, the day's stress has gone up in smoke. Though your beloved cloud couch certainly adds a degree of comfort you direly needed, cuddling with your two boyfriends is what ultimately quells your less-than-stellar mood. Even if the stream is lagging a little, and Seungcheol is getting crumbs and grease all over the comforter...

You wouldn't have it any other way.

⟢ end notes: this ended up WAYYY longer than expected. i can't even call it a drabble anymore but bc i've been having a shitty week myself too, i had to channel that all into this lovely request that anon slid into my ask <3 i miss inflection point jeongcheol so much and writing smth fluffy abt them for a change is such a breath of fresh air HEHE i hope more of you send in prompts like this!! i enjoy cooking them up so much~

p.s. check the series masterlist here!

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #💭 request #seungcheol #jeonghan #seventeen scoups #scoups #seventeen jeonghan #inflection point extras #svt fanfic #lovelyhan

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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CPN : 3/24 LRLG Post

As if the excitement that we all have today, the eve of Weibo Night where they will be at the same event isn’t enough, LRLG had to go ahead and bless us with an update. A very recent one at that. Usually, the contributions shared to us are events that happened months ago. This is why we are able to match which is which fairly easily or notice something we haven’t before.

It starts of saying “today”, meaning this happened 3/24, XZ’s arrival in Shanghai. I have thoughts on LRLG deciding to share this today and who allowed it. If we’re going by the assumption/speculation/clownery— whatever you wanna call it, that these contributions are sent out with xz/wyb’s “blessing” then there must be a reason why they are switching from the usual pattern. They could have easily shared this after the whole weibo night craziness. As what they did in previous events, but they didn’t. So what’s changed? I’m not looking at this as a negative in any way, I am just curious. Did they see how excited BXGs are so decided to give us something? Are they also just dying to be in one place again so they are sharing this happiness to us? No matter the answer, All I can say is : “Bless Shanghai!🙏🏼”

now onto the fake rumor itself. same disclaimer applies. this is all fan fiction. ‼️

It starts with a phone conversation ( i think ) between the boys and it’s mostly yibo. As you will notice in this entire scene/s, it’s all on WYB’s perspective ( literally only one red circle in the entire post ) so again, we have an additional “clue” that this lrlg person is from wyb’s team.

WYB: "Wear more when you come"

XZ: "Okay, I'll use it for you..."

WYB : "sock"

WYB: "I can't see your news anymore, you tell xx"

WYB: "good"

This exchange is so simple and sweet. Their love language is being attentive towards each other and what the other might need, even as “simple” as needing extra clothes to wear because of the weather. And so GG decides to wear a Tod’s biker jacket that makes him look so sexy instead ( as seen in photos / videos of him boarding the plane today and arriving ). 😂😂😂 I mean, WYB & I are not complaining with his choice of clothes but I hope it does keep him warm. and GG’s “ i’ll use it for you..” he really can’t say No to his puppy. He will do it if his puppy wants it. I just. I’m done with them.

The next part is his staff ( a woman based on the emoji ) is saying how unfortunate it is that he has work today and he is mildly pissed that has to because if he didn’t, then he can pick GG up at the airport. I mean. That’s interesting. I wonder if he did that before and i’m surprised at how brave he is to even consider “planning” to do that out of all days. It’s the day before WB night, paps are waiting for all the celebrities to arrive at the airport so if he goes — there is a higher chance for him to get spotted compared to just the normal day. Or maybe he knows the ins & outs already as he’s almost always filming in Shanghai over the past years so he might know how to make it happen.

Then you have a scene where people are playing cards, and I think there is drinks involved. but he ( wyb ) can’t come and join because he has works. The people are telling him to try and join because tomorrow ( WB night ) is busy and there will be lots of material to shoot. I just love WYB’s dedication to work and cackling at the emojis LRLG is using for him — I can totally picture his face like this and going “what are you all doing???”

in the meantime when the subject is XZ, he all sweet smiles.

and this exchange is just too much —

WYB: "Get me the power bank"

👧"Hurry up and play, you won't be interested in playing with your phone tomorrow.

WYB: What are you talking about?"

👧: Would you like to see how you smile now

WYB: XZ is coming why won’t i be smiling.

and he goes on to say 恋爱脑 with that smiley face. I don’t know if he’s fuckin trolling himself at this point, because this is same/similar label said about him by that yangyang paparazzi. the same one he refuted was false because they were saying he single then the next sentence has ambiguous relationship with an older woman and so on.

so i am looking at this like, he’s trolling and this only applies to GG. It’s not necessarily real for him, cause i highly doubt it— looking at how they live and thrive as individuals too. He’s using it and also making fun of that ridiculous rumor spread about him.

HIS SMILE THO MUST BE LIKE THIS :

he just smiles differently when it’s connected to ZZ. I think no one can deny that. It’s so radiant ✨✨✨

I AM ALSO CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT THIS EXCHANGE MIGHT MEAN: ( the people talking aside from wyb is his staff )

“Those who didn’t know thought that xx stole our boss”

"they're here"

"it's here"

WYB : "Finish xx this afternoon, we will record together tomorrow"

"I have sorted it out and sent it to xx for confirmation, no problem with me

WYB "Good job"

WYB "What time will the filming be, you can tell me when the time comes"

Shoot with who? I mean, I’m not really expecting XZS to share a bts of XZ’s photoshoot because they are together soooo ( based on this cpn ).

The next is his his ( wyb ) staff telling him they will prepare food for him and put it in the car cause it will be hard to eat tomo because of the show and how busy it would be. They said they will fix just small things he can carry and also provide him warmer. Awwww. They are so sweet and caring of Bobo 🥹

AND LAST IS THIS EXCHANGE :

👩🏻‍🦰: “you are really so happy today”

🟢: “im happy every day”

👩🏻‍🦰: “nonono there is a difference”

🟢: “😊”

👩🏻‍🦰: “that’s great”

I’m thinking this girl who commented is probably part of the cast/crew. not sure why i get the feeling, cause the emoji is different form his staff. lol. I’m so giddy thinking about yibo being all radiant and happy knowing that he will be with ZZ very soon. ☺️

LRLG also has a message for us at the end:

Be Safe. Have a long and fun weekend!

What a great treat to all turtles, setting all of us in a good mood before the day of the show. I have no expectations. I’m looking forward to seeing what they will wear and to see the photos. I’m proud of the awards/ recognition they will get — all well deserved. everything else is just a bonus. 💕

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do #all of this is cpn #how dare you drop this on a friday when im busy lol

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theghostbunnie · 4 months

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A concept I was yapping about in a server a few months ago I think I should share here copy n paste style bc I kinda cooked w it

Nurf thinking him and Ered were good friends but Ered veiwing him with the same closeness she views the rest of the campbell kids like "yeah we're all friends" but he's like but I thought *we* were friends together, like Nerris and Harrison and Preston? Like Max Nikki and Neil? Like -

"Dude you're just listing parties of three,"

"I'm listing people who were *closer* Ered"

And she's just secretly awkward like wtf do you want from me? What do you want me to say? You were..a different kind of annoying than the rest sometimes, maybe less? Constantly trying to challenge me to bets n shit was atleast entertaining?? I'm not gonna poor my heart out to you just because you ask me to. Wanna go have therapy in the open woods for children to laugh at??? Wanna make a big blow out scene??

But she doesn't actually SAY any of that she just thinks it and gives him absolutely nothing to work with and Nurf just feels more alone than before, literally all he wants is a friend and the one he thought he had apparently didn't view him to the same extent and it makes him feel so shitty.

And maybe he could chalk it up to "Ered's just like that" but if I may be really silly and say in this concept she's become friends with Tyrone n Mitchell already Nurf just feels straight up *replaced* and takes it out on those two FREQUENTLY keeping his real feelings as to why he's being a dick a secret for once.

He goes to punch somebody else and it's a whole monologue first how this is bc of his dadBut he just *insults* these guys and doesn't even laugh at his own words like he usually does after.

And it doesn't even!!!!! Effect them!!! And it pisses him off worse!!! Even using the most petty tactic he still can't get any of them to hurt like he does and it's so frustrating.

Mitchell n Tyrone (I'm picturing this was a years worth ongoing problem or they were already in a HS AU)) pick up on something being off and finally get Ered to give some information and like girl no wonder the guy has been a total angry piss baby I'd feel terrible too if the one person who was the most regularly talking to me and sitting with me all summer only saw me just as important or lack there of as everyone else.

"You're saying it like I hate him, I don't, but I am getting irritated with this whole thing.. I'm not gonna start being MORE of his friend because he's throwing a fit"

Tyrone's like "but he's really not..? He's been leaving you alone now if you hadn't noticed, and mostly just saying the odd insult to us."

Mitchell: "You don't have to be his friend if you don't want to be that's your right."

Ered: "THANK you. Finally someone says it."

Mitchell: "But he gave you *his* friendship for a very long time and you did sort of spit on it. There's kind of a obvious reason he respected you enough to never make you a target"

"Because I'm technically top dog and he's two notches away from bottom dog, socially atleast."

"Because he *cherished your companionship,* Ered. He's pretty fuckin' equal opportunist if you haven't noticed."

Ered, starting to realize: "..............crap" bc!! Damnit Nurf is a sweetie under all his layers and she knows that and the guilt of hurting him is kinda weighing.

Ered leaves to go talk with him and Tyrone and Mitchell have what I think is a little funny interaction where Mitchell light heartedly is making a comment on the exchange they just had.

" 'top dog' no way she just said that, what is this, prison?? Did I wake up in *prison*?"

Tyrone, just as confused, speaking over him agreeingly: I know I know

And Nurf's just sitting in his room when his mom announces he has a friend here and he's like 'whuh' and Ered just. Steps in and stands there.

".. what do you want.?" Bc when she DOES talk to him to hang out, it's something she wants to do, *he's* stopped initiating things. And Ered has multiple people she's "not really close with but she calls over to do specific hobbies with" since she has so many hobbies.

"Just here to talk."

Okay now she has his attention did somebody fucking die what

"I haven't been a good friend to you." She states it pretty neutrally and flatly like everything she says

Nurf's just looking at her. Girl it is a Thursday afternoon on god's green earth he is trying to do his homework rn. Half of the awnsers atleast.

She doesn't even say sorry. That was just the statement she knew was true now. "If you would like,,.. I can be a better one." She looks over once then nods her head simply.

"You're offering to be my friend just straight up like that?" Is this kindergarten.

"Feel free to decline, man." She shrugs, still neutral.

"No,no I'm not saying that" he puts his pencil down. "Can I just get an honest awnser why I wasn't one to you before?"

Ered sighs. "Promise not to tell?" Speaks a little quieter.

And he is listening SO HARD!!!!!!!

Ered inhales rlly slowly, sticks her hand out to reintroduce herself.

"Meredith Miller.

__Everything I do is to protect myself.__"

He just makes a little bit of a face like go on elaborate on that for me he is so confused and so intrigued and by what he's ASSUMING so far should he be offended.

"You're alot better person than you were back then, people don't give you enough credit for that."

The simultaneous embarrassment of remembering his hardcore bully era and the flattery of a genuine compliment like that being so rare from Ered to anyone.

"And I couldn't trust you that well then as I think I could now. Most of my friends sort of just learn this out themselves slowly but you're not going to unless I spell it out I guess. I'm not a vulnerable or open person, like, at all? Everything I do is to hide I'm flawed. Even *capable* of flaw. I build a reputation, so when I do make little mistakes, or have little quirks, people think I'm doing it ironically, or something, so people just *always* have the best assumptions of me. I abbreviate words over text I don't know how to spell off the top of my head and people think I'm just being cool. I still like how Capri moon tastes and people think I'm just too cool to even care what I have to drink because I'm so above judgement."

"So you're just.. constantly pretending?"

"No, ..sort of."

"I do it so I *can* be myself without it tanking how people veiw me, an actual genuine image of what I am I just work hard to make sure people are *nice* about it. Most of them atleast." Like a safety net built from a good reputation.

"Bigger mistakes though.. people turn on me.

And you were always turned against everyone, dude"

"Sorry.."

"It's fine. We've all got our methods." She understands his behavior comes from a really similar place.

"Nothing I said leaves this room." Pats her hand to his doorway twice as she walks out of it. "See you around."

"..... CAN WE GO BOWLING SATURDAY?"

Ered sort of stops herself mid-way going out the front door. "...Sure!" And is a little surprised he already wants to chill with her

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yepthatsacowalright · 5 months

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Doctor Who, The Process Of Healing From Trauma, and Me: A Text Post Essay No One Asked For

Back in 2006ish, when I first started watching Doctor Who as a teenager in late high school/early college, it captivated me mind, body, and soul. I ate that early 2000s, broody-complex-hero shit up.

I loved that the Doctor grappled with the guilt and regret from some truly fucked up shit he did, and I loved that he gave the middle finger to it by going on wild, ridiculous-special-effects-ed adventures instead of attempting the mortifying ordeal of opening up about it.

I'm sure, judging by how popular the 2005 version of the show became, a lot of my generation felt similar. 9/11 hadn’t been that long ago. We were coming of age and starting to sense that the world kind of sucked major ass, and perhaps the older generations had been super lying to us about most things this whole time.

As such, Rose Tyler was living the dream as far as I was concerned. Abandoning her place in this bullshit society to go help people and save lives with someone who never settled, who always ran towards the darkness, who found ways to laugh and dance in it even…Rose's lifestyle was goals.

Not only did the Ninth and Tenth Doctor's struggle to opening up about what they'd been through or forgive themselves for it not bother teen me at all, I preferred it. It was understandable and relatable. I wasn't ready to actually look at and deal with any of my own problems either, I just didn't want to pretend like I had none. Admitting there's a problem is the first step, and that's where Nine, Ten, Rose, and me all hung out and had fun.

Rose’s "death" was when I started to feel differently. It wasn't that I didn't still enjoy the show - I kept watching through Martha and Donna's seasons, and also a little bit into Eleven's run - but it wasn't the same. I could never quite get over the loss of Rose, or how the Doctor chose to get over it by doing what he always did - ignore and repress.

It had been much easier to watch the Doctor do this with trauma when I didn't know much about what he'd been through, but every time he avoided the topic of Rose, or minimized who she was, it pissed me off. It felt bad to watch him do that to the memory of someone who mattered.

I was starting to realize that just admitting you had problems wasn't sustainable. I couldn't stay on that first step indefinitely, and Doctor Who didn't feel like it was my show anymore, which was fine. After all, it's a family-friendly series. An episode on intergalactic talk therapy is not going to be a hit with the kids.

I was off to have the one adventure the Doctor never could - to understand and manage my own mental health. Learning about psychology, learning about trauma, going to therapy. I processed, I surprised myself, I found new stories to obsess over that resonated with a different, older version of me.

Whenever I popped back into Doctor Who, it felt more nostalgic than anything else. It reminded me of how I used to feel, and how far I'd come. I had that bittersweet feeling of wishing I could connect with it the way I used to, but being grateful that the reason I couldn't was a positive, therapeutic one.

And then…the 60th Anniversary Specials.

David Tennant didn’t even do anything that different in his performance, and he admits as much in interviews. Trying to replicate what he did as the Tenth wouldn't make sense because he isn't the Tenth, and trying to do something completely new wouldn't make sense because then why bring back David at all?

He just played the role as an actor who's lived 10 more years since the last time he played the role, and brother that shit hit me hard.

All the natural, subtle, perhaps subconscious changes in him made me feel the weight of slightly too many years passing. Despite knowing I am relatively young, l’m at a point in my life where I, for the first time, feel old.

Gray hairs and smile lines that were only on the faces of grownups are now on the faces of me and my friends. I know I don't know it all, and also realize I know even less than I thought I did. Love feels deeper, loss feels heavier. I'm compelled to express feelings of gratitude and affection I used to always keep to myself. Oh, is that who I am now?

I love that the Doctor's body didn't just go back to Ten's face, but to an aged version of Ten's face. A version that would align with the aged version of Donna's. I know this was not a creative choice, it was literally just what David and Catherine look like now, but how perfect for time itself to play a role in the story, too.

I love that the Doctor, at last, had to catch up with what his body was telling him. To notice his feelings and learn what those feelings meant. Like the title of one of my favorite (and extremely relevant to this this post) books says, the body keeps the score.

And I loved the bi-generation.

I loved that Fourteen made the choice to stop and ask his friends to help him do it.

I know that RTD proposed a theory that in that moment all the previous regenerations became bi-generations as well, but I like the idea that all the others could have bi-generated, but didn't. They weren't ready to look at themselves, or ask for that help from anyone. Not until now.

And I love love LOVE Ncuti Gatwa as Fifteen. I love that the healed next Doctor is a millennial. That he is a Doctor who can freely say he loved his friends, he loved Rose, can tell his former self, "I love you."

The show's become such a beautiful portrayal of generational trauma and healing that did not know that's what it was until its end.

And now, it begins again.

#i wrote this in a WORD DOCUMENT i made an OUTLINE #it took TWO DAYS to finish #hopefully the bees that have been in my head since i watched the 60th finale will now let me know peace #david tennant #catherine tate #ncuti gatwa #the star beast #wild blue yonder #the giggle #mental health #generational trauma #doctor who #doctor who spoilers #dw #dw spoilers #doctor who 60th anniversary

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vibratingskull · 4 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a f!reader x yandere Ar’alani? If not then just a f!reader x ar’alani is fine!

I was thinking the background story for reader was she was one of the humans Thrawn sent to the Ascendancy? And they don’t know why, not even reader. Ar’alani is suspicious of her at first because there isn’t a reason reader was sent there. Ar’alani starts to fall in love with the reader and her over kindness, maybe the reader is a people pleaser?

Please have a good day, drink lots of water!

Yandere Ar'alani? May this not wake up any lesbian tendencies in me!

Thrawn is also some kind of Yandere in this one.

You stand to attention, your whole body tense under her hard gaze.

So much of her mannerism is similar to your Grand Admiral, you wonder who influenced who. And her gaze is as sharp and shines the same cold intelligence deep into her shiny rubies. You hoped to find the same paternalist gentleness Thrawn bestowed upon you under his mentorship but she looks like she could kill you any second.

“So… Another one.” Ar’alani finally says after fixing you in complete silence for several minutes.

You purse your lips, not uttering a word, standing still.

“Why you?” She asks.

“Why… Am I here?” You mutter, you’d hoped Thrawn would have told her why because he sure didn’t tell you. “I do not know Ma’am.”

She looks at you up and down and sighs. She’s not happy.

“Please tell me no more of you will follow.”

“I do not think so.” You try to ease her mind.

“Good. I do not run an orphanage or a daycare and Thrawn keeps sending me lost puppies. He better lose that habit quickly.”

“Someone else was sent to you?” You ask surprised.

“Yes. You must know him well, you used to work alongside each other. Eli'van'to joined us three years ago.”

“Eli’s here?!” You exclaim.

She looks at you black for daring to raise your voice in her presence. On your end you were persuaded Eli died three years ago, he vanished so suddenly and left no traces. All his friends back at the Empire mourned him and you know Thrawn sent flowers to his parents. You mourned him too as an esteemed colleague, you were not close enough to call each other friends but knowing a familiar face here will help you tremendously.

“Remember me your name.” she demands, a questis in her hand.

You tell her again, trying to enunciate it clearly for her foreign ears.

“It is bound to change here, do not be surprised. What was your position in the Empire?”

“I was a Captain.”

“You will be a Lieutenant Commander.”

“Oh…” Your shoulders lower, disappointed.

“Is that a problem for you?” She taunts.

“No, no! It’s perfect, Ma’am!” You get a grip of yourself.

“I am not in the obligation to give you a job, even less in the Navy.”

“I know Ma’am, thank you Ma’am.” You bow lightly.

She really is pissed, you think.

On her end she looks at you intently, dissecting you to atoms under her shiny gaze. She knows the fixing and silence makes you uncomfortable but she will observe you as she please. She knows why Ivant was sent, but you? No intel, no info from Thrawn, you simply appeared at the border of the Ascendancy one day with a message to deliver personally to the Supreme Admiral on behalf of her great friend. But it was clear Thrawn intended for you to remain in the Ascendancy after that. But why? What perks could you bring to the Ascendancy?

You don’t look like much. Average as so many other warriors.

But Thrawn saw something in you, something worthy of the Ascendancy. And it is her duty and honor to discover what it is.

She tuts and takes out a flash drive of her questis.

“Take this, any info you'll need is in it. We will start by intense sessions of Cheuhn to get you up to speed.”

“Alright, ma'am.”

“Any questions ?”

“No ma'am.” You quickly assure.

“Good. You're dismissed.”

You stand to attention again and exit her office.

Her gaze remains where you were standing. You seemed to have a good accent for Cheuhn, she could hear it in your voice. Your face wasn't as displeasing to look out for a human too, which is quite rare for a species lacking ridges.

She shakes her head, what is she thinking ? She buries herself back into work and promptly forgot about your existence.

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You cross paths again one day in the mess hall for officers of the Vigilant, she came to speak to Eli, or Ivant here, about the current mission. You were laughing together, a cup of caccoleaf in hand when you felt a breath on the back of your neck and an imposing presence looming over you.

“Ivant, I need your report.” She spoke in Cheuhn.

“I’m currently writing it. You will receive it in less than two hours, Admiral.” He responds in the same language, excluding you.

“Those maneuvers were out of the ordinary and I never encountered them in the Archives. We shall prepare accordingly.”

“Oh!” You exclaim “I did! They remind me of a certain species in the Empire.” You announce in Cheuhn.

They both look at you like you just started screaming in their face. You are not supposed to speak and understand Cheuhn this well already. But you spoke flawlessly, with minute errors and one of the best accents that she ever heard for a beginner.

As she predicted.

“Did… Did I say something wrong?” You start worrying, facing their expressions.

She recovers her mask of sterness in less than a second once the initial shock passes. She didn’t plan for you to already speak that well, she counted on several other months of confidentiality with her Chiss officers on the bridge but you already reached that level.

She doesn’t show it but she’s quite impressed. Even Ivant, with his advanced knowledge of Si Bisty took more time to learn the language.

“No, you spoke well.” She ceremoniously admits, “You said those strategies were familiar to you?”

“I encountered something similar in my early years at the Empire.”

“Do you think they could be members of the same species?” She investigates.

“No, surely not. But their thinking mechanics are strikingly similar.” You inform.

She takes a minute to think, her chin between two fingers. Eli takes a sip of his drink, his gaze traveling between you two.

“You will come to my office after your shift and teach me all you know about them.” She finally orders, “I want to crush that problem before they become a real threat to the Ascendancy.”

“Ma’am yes Ma’am.” You confirm.

“So, is everything well for you two?” She inquires.

Is she trying to small talk? She surprises herself. The question just escaped her when she laid eyes on you again. The black uniform suits you way better than this atrocious green.

“Oh, yes, I think?” You chuckle a bit embarrassed, “The rest of the crew have not adopted me yet but they slowly relax in my presence, I suppose.”

“I’m good.” Eli placidly responds, finishing his cup.

“Very well.” She responds and turns her heels.

Why did she ask that? What’s it with her? That’s not her problem. You don’t need her hovering over your shoulder to assimilate to the crew, you’re an adult.

Because Thrawn wouldn’t let it go if he ever realized you both weren’t welcomed while you were clearly an important addition to the Chiss arsenal.

That’s why.

Obviously.

No other possible reason.

And she’s clearly eager to learn what you have to teach her to better protect her people.

That’s why her heart fluttered for a semi-second when she ordered you to come see her tonight.

No other possibilities.

Of course! Why else?

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Ar’alani raises an eyebrow at you.

You’re standing with two cups in hand and a nice, but tensed, smile on your face as she gauges you.

“I thought… You would need it considering the advanced hour?” You try to explain.

That’s not what tickles her.

What she wants to know is how you learned it was her favorite drink.

When did you notice it?

“I shouldn’t have?” you ask, gulping wondering if you made an error.

“No.” She finally says. “It is a nice attention.”

She takes the cup and drinks a sip to ease your tension. Exactly how she likes it, how did you know?

You sigh of relief.

“I thought I offended you for a second.”

“Well it is not quite standard for a Lieutenant Commander to bring her Admiral a drink when they are about to discuss planning strategies.” She notes.

“Oh…” Your shoulders lower, “I used to bring Grand Admiral Thrawn his favorite when he invited me to strategize.”

She frowns for a second. Why do you feel the need to speak about your former superior? You are with the Chiss now! This is where your allegiance should go, not your former Empire. You better remember it, or she…

She shakes her head. You’re nostalgic, of course.

“He must have appreciated the gesture.” She slowly nods, remembering her friend in the cafe when she celebrated her promotion.

“I hope so.” Your cheeks heat up suddenly.

She didn’t miss that.

And, somehow, she doesn’t like that.

“What can you tell me about them?” She refocuses the conversation on your present problem.

The black suits you so much better she notices again!

She listens to you explaining the strategies but she can’t help her gaze going back to your profile, your features illuminated by the blue light of the holographic map. Your face really isn’t displeasing to look at…

For an alien, of course!

You could never compare to Chiss beauty standards, she’s just trying to be nice.

She’s just trying to find a good aspect to you, you’re bound to live close to her now, she better find some perks in the situation.

No possible other explanations.

“Admiral?” You ask, bringing her back to reality. “Are you listening?”

“My excuses.” She berates herself, “I was deeply thinking.”

“About what?” you ask, curious.

If you were offended to talk in the void you don’t show it, nice little you.

“About why Thrawn felt the need to send you to us.”

“Oh, well! If you find out why, please tell me!” You chuckle.

Oh that is such a sweet sound…

She quite likes it.

Quite a lot in fact, could you laugh again?

Just one more time.

Just for her…

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Ar’alani is frozen in place. On the other side of the room she observes you hugging Ivant tight.

For some reason it ties her stomach in knots and angers her tremendously.

She excuses herself to Wuttrow and walks towards you with a death stare.

“Fraternization is forbidden on my ship!” She exclaims with her commending voice, resonating in the entire room.

That’s an outrageous lie, she couldn’t care less if her warriors entered relationships. She takes pleasure at seeing you two jumps and separate hurriedly, squirming under her burning gaze. She likes making you feel little and submit to her, and that display of obedience is… quite pleasant.

“Are you two animals to behave like this?!” She insists.

Again, lies. People hug everyday on her ship, but she doesn’t like you getting close to Ivant.

Granted, he’s the only other human here and you might want to feel close to the only other individual of your kind, but you’re in the Ascendancy now, under her cares and rules.

And she just ruled that she doesn’t like you hugging him.

“Ivant, I expected intel on the advancement of your mission an hour ago!” She orders.

She did not, and never asked that of him. He tenses up, ready to ask something but swallows up his next words when they lock eyes.

Now is not the time to argue with Admiral Ar’alani.

So he bows his head lightly.

“I’m on it Admiral.” And he walks away, hurriedly.

You’re alone in front of the dragon now.

She turns back to you, head low, awaiting your sentence for “breaking the rules”. She can see how embarrassed you are, she reads bodies like a pro, and nothing escapes her sharp gaze.

You are mortified.

You do look cute like that…

“Do you have any excuses for your behavior?” She demands.

“We were not fraternizing.” You try, “Eli… Ivant is just a good friend. I needed a little comfort.”

“We have therapists for that.” She cruelly hammers home.

“I… I did not know.” You admit.

“You should have. What good can you do if you don't even know the most basic rules here?”

“I am sorry Admiral. It won’t happen again.” You lower your head deeper.

“Do you think it is enough for me to pardon such an infringement?”

You raise your head hesitantly, looking up to her, towering over you with her grand stature.

She is absolutely terrifying when angry.

She sees fear in your shaky figure.

Good.

You look good like that.

It looks appropriate to her, her ordering and you obeying without a second guess.

“No…?” You respond softly, trying to ease her anger.

“Do you have an idea of how to repair your error?”

“A sentence?”

“Yes… Or we could arrange things together.” She proposes with a thin layer of venom sugarcoating her words.

“How?” You ask with tremors in your voice.

Is it how you act when you are flustered? That’s interesting.

Do you moan in the same fashion?

Well she will have to discover for herself.

She places one hand beside your head against the wall, forcing you to take a step back, blocking you against the wall.

“... Ma’am?” You ask, completely lost and terrified.

Your heat signals are all over the place. Your face heats up like a fuming pot, as well as your body locked in a fight or flight response. You clearly don’t know how to react.

She slowly gets closer to you, devouring you with her shiny rubies. She’s that close to licking her lips, but she has more self-control than that.

She authorizes her gaze to lower on your lips however.

“Ma’am?” You squeal.

Your lips are mere centimeters away. You can feel her breath on yours, and you gasp, your heart skipping a beat.

What she's doing goes completely against what she just told you, but she is the Admiral, she has privileges !

She seizes your chin between her fingers to tilt your head and when she's about to savor your lips for the first time-

“Admiral ? We ‘re receiving communication from the ship Chimaera.”

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“Good day, Lieutenant Commander Vanto.” Thrawn salutes politely

Ar’alani feels Ivant tensing up next to her.

Thrawn and sociability… Always have been and always will be a piece!

Thank the Warrior for him he saluted her better than that, his gaze then travels to you, a little behind her shoulder.

“Good Day to you too, Lieutenant Commander (F/n)”

“Welcome, Grand Admiral.”

She starts.

She felt the warmth and the smile in your voice.

You never spoke to her like that. She never heard such a tone coming from you.

She turns her head ever so slightly to observe you from the side.

You are radiant, smiling with your eyes fixed on him.

Are you…

No.

No, you couldn’t!

Your Empire is xenophobic, surely you couldn’t….

But you look at him with so much… Love.

Her stomach sinks instantly. You never looked at her the same.

And somehow it pains her immensely. Even though she’s not sure why…

“I need to speak to you urgently, Admiral.” Thrawn calls back to her.

“Indeed, we do, Grand Admiral. Of a lot of things and in depth.” She responds, her burning gaze going back on her long lost friend.

They have a lot of things to talk about.

Urgently.

“How are they doing?” Thrawn asks suddenly after at least two hours of strategizing.

They are both alone in Thrawn’s office, his gaze didn’t leave the holomap, deeply focused. In fact they were right in the middle of another discussion, prompting her to raise her head to him when he changed subject so suddenly.

“They are doing well.” She coldly respond.

“Vanto?”

“He mastered Cheuhn without too much difficulty, he is a good officer, giving and receiving orders with a sharp mind. Quick and effective. I do not have a complaint about him.”

“(F/n)?”

Did he just snigger?

She frowns at him, but his gaze is fixated on the map, with a still and serious expression. She relaxes a little.

“Well, to be absolutely honest she questions orders and is terribly clumsy. We needed to allocate her several different roommates because she couldn’t keep one more than one week. She is shy and let people walk over too easily, I always have to watch over her to not let her get eaten up. She still isn’t accepted by the rest of the crew and needs to be oriented constantly, the only thing she has for her is that she tries so hard to please others that she is pitiful. I do not know how she could lead forces back then and don’t know how she will now if I constantly have to watch her, I do not know why you embarrass me with her but she’s more of a burden than anything else for now.”

She goes harder than she needs to, but she also needed to get it off her chest!

“I knew you would be crazy about her.”

Okay, she clearly heard a snigger this time!

She shoots him with her gaze only to see him looking at her with sparkly eyes.

“I take it that I choose her well.”

“You… What?!” She demands, incredulous.

“You heard me well. I see you are plenty entertained and occupied as you like to be.”

“I do not need to be occupied by a child.”

“She is no child. And you know it, you would have destituted her of her rank by now otherwise.”

True.

But still, why does he mock her?

“Am I to understand you chose her for me and not for the good of the Ascendancy?”

“Those two goals are intertwined. I just thought my dearest friend would love a pet for herself to entertain her during her long campaigns.”

She gauges him up and down, almost like a curious cat.

“... As she entertained me.”

They lock eyes and she realizes, maybe for the first time, that they are one and the same. Sharing a mutual understanding, the discussion ends and they refocus on the topics at hand.

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You look at the Chimaera in silence, hands clasped in your back like he does. And so does she.

“Do you miss him?” she asks out of the blue, placing herself next to you.

“Yes…” You confess.

“We will see him again.” She comforts you.

“May you be right, Ma’am.”

“He will not die. Not him.”

“True, he is not the type to be killed off without a fight.” You admit.

She looks at the Chimaera too, imagining Thrawn giving his orders, leading his troops to battle. Did you obey him as eagerly as you did her? Did you follow him blindly with those big eyes full of love and admiration? Did you hope to be discreet?

Because he clearly caught you.

Unbeknownst to you he sent you as a present for her. For her to hug and kiss, maybe to break you ultimately…

The Chimaera shudders and disappears suddenly, passing in hyperspace.

“Now, we have work to do.” She proclaims.

“Yes, Ma’am.” You respond and follow her obediently.

She smiles to herself, hiding from you.

She will have you. In one way or another she will take you attention off Thrawn and refocus it on herself.

In one way or another you will look up to her with those big eyes full of love as you did to him.

She promises herself that.

And she cannot wait…

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pastelwitchling · 7 months

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A maybe prompt?

One of Alex's military buddies comes to visit or something and Michael and Kyle both are super sulky

Michael is the husband Kyle's the best friend

This guy makes them both feel threatened

Their jealousy and hatred for him would be a bonding experience for them 😂

@brittz-2123

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Michael and Kyle did not get along. This was a known fact that neither of them could ever—or ever really felt the need to—resolve. Michael would admit that it came mostly from his side. Kyle liked to point to Michael every time Alex had a furrow in his brows and demand to know “what did you do to him this time?” which was always a nice slap to the face that Michael couldn’t argue was unwarranted. Still, Kyle was painfully indifferent to him half the time, and yet Michael couldn’t help but have a visceral distrust of the man who had kept Alex company in the years Michael himself hadn’t been able to.

“You’re so jealous by anything that breathes in Alex’s direction,” Isobel had scoffed once, “it’s insane.”

Yeah, he was. He didn’t know why people kept expecting him to deny it. Alex was his husband, and he didn’t think it was a weird or bad thing to want to have your husband’s affection all to yourself. As it stood, he and Kyle had a whole frenemies thing going on, a very begrudging frenemies thing, that Alex had resigned himself to after their marriage.

“This is as good as it’s going to get with you guys, isn’t it?” he’d sighed one day, hands on his hips as he looked between them, both exasperated and fond, to which Michael insisted that the fond gaze belonged only to him, which began a whole new argument.

He really was a jealous bastard, and despite Kyle’s innocent best friend act, Michael knew he felt the same to an extent. Now, as they both sat in Michael and Alex’s living room, arms crossed on the couch, aiming glares at Alex’s military buddy in the kitchen, Michael knew his suspicion had been right.

It had been early in the morning when he and Alex, unfortunately already joined by Kyle who’d brought breakfast, got a knock at their door. Alex had no sooner opened the door when he was pulled into a hug that lifted him off his feet and nearly had Michael throwing the stranger off his own.

Alex had explained with shock and laughter in his voice that this was Scott Mason, his best friend from back in their military days, “and the one I could count on whenever I was in trouble.”

Michael had hated him instantly.

Some blond-haired, blue-eyed guy with a wide, genuine smile and booming voice looking at Michael’s Alex like he was his instead, like he knew things about Alex that Michael could never hope of knowing. It set him on edge. And apparently, Kyle too.

“I know why I’m pissed off,” Michael said without taking his eyes off Alex who was laughing at something Scott had told him, “but why are you? Aren’t you supposed to be above jealousy?”

“I’m not jealous, okay?” Kyle scoffed, forcing himself to uncross his arms so that he didn’t mirror Michael’s position. “I just think that, as Alex’s doctor and his friend, it’s not conducive to his health right now to get this excited before he’s even had anything to eat. He collapsed not that long ago from exhaustion, remember?” He huffed and glared at Scott. “Look at that, if he shoves him one more time, he could fall over!”

Michael grunted, unable to muster the ability to scoff with the way Alex was smiling at someone other than him. “And this has nothing to do, I’m sure, with the fact that Alex called someone else his best friend?”

“Come on,” Kyle rolled his eyes, “what am I, twelve?”

Michael narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like the way he looks at him.”

“Who? Scott or Alex?”

“Yes.”

Kyle finally peeled his eyes off Alex and his friend to consider Michael. “Are you seriously worried about Alex talking to some other guy? It’s not like he’s a master flirt, you know.”

“Alex wouldn’t want to flirt with anyone but me anyway,” Michael smirked humorlessly.

“Oh? Is that why you look like you’re about to throw him through the window?”

“Think Alex would notice?”

“Just a bit.”

He growled, and as though sensing his unease, Alex blinked and looked over. Michael and Kyle plastered on a quick smile. Alex’s own laughter softened to amusement and love for them both, as though he knew what they were thinking and thought them adorable for it. He blew a kiss to Michael which Michael caught and pressed against his heart. Only until Alex returned to the conversation with Scott did Michael sag against the couch.

“I hate him.”

Kyle shifted and sighed. “Well . . . we don’t actually know anything about him, Guerin. He seems like a really nice guy, and Alex seems to like him.”

“Don’t ever say those words in that order again,” Michael growled.

“Look,” he straightened, “sure, it’s a little weird having this . . . stranger here all of a sudden, but he was part of Alex’s family for a long time, and I think we owe it to Alex to give him a fair chance.”

Michael pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, Scott suddenly appeared in front of them, a kind, perfect smile on his kind, perfect face. “Hey, you guys okay over here?”

Kyle started to nod, attempting a smile of his own, when Michael looked around and stood. “Where’s Alex?”

“Gone inside to get his jacket,” Scott said easily, hands in his pockets. “I’m taking him out for breakfast.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that,” Kyle said, standing as well. “I already brought breakfast over before you got here.”

“Yeah, but,” Scott shrugged, “there’s this fudge muffin thing I used to get Alex all the time, and he loved it. You might not know this, but chocolate’s, like, his favorite thing in the world. But hey, you should come! I’m sure he won’t mind.”

With that perfect smile still in place, he sauntered off, Michael and Kyle watching him go silently, murder in their eyes before slumping back down roughly onto the couch.

After a long minute, Kyle said, “I hate him.”

Michael nodded darkly.

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autisticbokutoenthusiast · 7 months

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ok @thatgirl4815 reminded me of its existence so now i need to revisit ray being called a burden in episode 1 for the millionth time but this time from a post episode 7 lens

(also yes i can read the room and am aware now is not the time in this tags history for a ray sympathy post but wtv) (also i already made a post about this??? i don't really remember august was years ago at this point and i have new thoughts apparently)

to start off, i think the only times ray's been called a burden is by boston and sand. in episode 1, boston is the only one to actually say it but i also think this moment could say a lot about the friend groups reaction to ray in general and how it hasn't really evolved.

boston: in general a lot of the time if boston is addressing ray its to hurt his feelings [see my other post about it here for more in-depth up to episode 5] (episode 1 see below, episode 2+7 boston provokes ray about mew, episode 3 bostonray conversation at the pool party about how much boston pities ray's shitty love life, episode 5 saying rays whole ass is owned by mew and telling sand about ray's crush after seeing them be happy, episode 6 ray confronts boston about whether he really slept with top while top and mew were dating and leaves believing he's a bad person and crying) and i wonder if we'll ever find out why.

but anyway boston calls ray a burden specifically because (in my opinion) he KNOWS it will hurt rays feelings at a time ray is already upset about top flirting with mew.

ray upset = boston's bitchmode activated

and while we don't know how much boston knows about ray's suicide attempt, and its fair that me might not even have known it happened let alone why, the conversation afterwards implies that the friends all know feeling loved or believing he's lovable is something ray at least struggled with if not still does (in their minds they may not know how he feels in the present about it, we as the audience know these feelings remain for him)

so that just feels like a cruel jab at ray, but like what else is the bostonray dynamic if not this.

cheum: cheum not only doesn't say anything when ray gets called a burden but she gets confused as to why he gets upset at it (i believe she specifically says "he gets so emotional when drunk"). my thoughts on whether or not she knows about ray's attempt is the same as i thought about boston, she probably knows something (she's the one that says "screw those who don't love you, i love you", but then also lists qualties that would make him desirable in a relationship and not really as a person, so she either doesn't get what ray's self-worth issues really reflect or wasn't told).

i don't want to say she's oblivious to ray but it kinda feels? that way. i think it would be interesting to look further into her relationship with april for this, the way she values having a happy relationship over an honest one, chooses lying over telling a truth that could potentially hurt.

i don't think she's purposefully ignoring ray to keep her peace, but i think it would be interesting from a character perspective to know if she's so desperate to keep the friend group together she tries to underplay threats to it or to her friends (very different context but in episode 7 she says the group should "throw away personal issues" which lowkey makes the most sense in terms of finishing a project but still feels relevant to this) or if she doesn't look for underlying issues within the friend group while they're all pretending to be ok, and instead waits for something to blow up. like how in episode 7 she realizes ray was upset more then just being drunk and pissed off only after she knew about top and the tape, which reveals she didn't think there was a deeper reason why ray was up on that stage screaming crying and self-sabotoging in the moment it was happening. or earlier on in episode 1 when ray is saying he loves his friends as their dragging him home and boston says "i know what he's gonna say next" and cheum says "he will keep saying he loves us" but boston says "he'll say guys don't leave me", which is a small moment but i wonder if it was intentional for boston to acknowledge a sad truth about ray (especailly since he only does it when hes drunk) and cheum just repeating the much more positive thing.

i also am thinking about her telling ray "why wouldn't you think to call us" after finding out days later he was in a car accident, when her and mew talked about ray before but they decided he wasn't responding because he was just drunk and then didn't check up on him.

[side not im obsessed with her saying "im mad you told april about me, but i get that you were trying to tell mew about top and ton" like does she 1. not know mew already knew about the tape when ray got on that stage and 2. think that ray was airing EVERYONE'S issues just for the topboston reveal?? like is it just me or were there obviously A LOT of reasons ray started yelling everyone's dirty laundry out to the bar while crying and trying to fight people, also 3. ray never apologizes to cheum for it, which maybe they don't feel like he has to, but like cheum says im angry at you and ray responds to something else she says and then the conversation shifts, like it feels like both of them are not addressing tension within the group purposefully]

I wonder if she is naive about ray and his issues, if she's the kind of person that needs someone else to reach out before noticing someone's issues, or if she doesn't want people close to her to be in pain, or leave her and so she chooses not to acknowledge problems (hoping for a cheum arc pls pls pls)

(i am not a mew hater i don't know why i kinda come across as one here im not criticizing him im just interpereting his actions through the lens of someone predisposed to be hurt by them)

Mew: when it comes to hearing ray get called a burden by boston, he doesn't do anything, which maybe he just doesn't remember what ray said to him the night from the flashback (which fair i was in a similar situation and i've completely blocked that night out of my memory), but if he does and let's other people repeat to ray the same phrases that convinced him his life isn't worth living then… yeah… (actually i am now leaning towards mew maybe not having that night ingrained in him, like if someones final goodbye to you includes them saying their unlovable and a burden and you don't react to them being called that later on in the future then maybe he's just forgotten)

i'd also say that maybe mew doesn't fully get ray's issues, like at the beginning of episode 6 he tells top that because of his moms, he never felt lacking in love because he always knew he had sources for it, so maybe he didn't fully process all of what ray was saying that night, or the role he holds in ray's life.

it could also explain his attitude towards ray in the entire rest of the series. like him commenting on ray bringing out the flask again (the fact the flask went away and is now coming back haunts me so much more than i think it was intended to)

and showing concern but also saying he can't be ray's emergency staff all the time (translated into attachment issues as: you're being a burden again, i can't handle you)

or the conversation in episode 6 where he assumes ray is in the bathroom because he's drunk or getting high (translated into attachment issues as: you're letting me down like you always do or you're not good enough for anyone me) he asks ray why he doesn't love himself (translated into attachment issues as: your letting people down or theres something wrong with you or just general confused noises at a concept you can't comprehend) he tells ray he'll die before he's thirty (im not gonna really comment on this one besides, 1. if it was up to ray and not the characters that save him then yeah thats the point, and 2. he's not only seemingly inherited his mothers addiction issues but he seems to believe he's destined to follow in all of her footsteps…) [side note, but ray then saying "don't worry about me" with a smile on his face while seeming to be somewhere else entirely… kinda reminding me of him saying he won't be anyones burden anymore in the bathtub tbh. actaully in general i can't get over how tired he looks in this scene and how determined he is to paint on a smile for mew]

[[second side note, rays face after mew tells him 'lets be friends forever" yeah….. no one talk to me about it]]

this scene in general seems to have an underlying emotion that i can't really define (if anyone knows pls tell me) but watching the scene on its own now that time has passed really does make it feel like a goodbye and i wonder if the scene feels sad because mew picks up on that too, or maybe he's just confused at ray's behaviour and ray is feeling conflicted about his own emotions, either way fucking ouch.

i guess my point with mew is that i don't think he has bad intentions but i don't think the things he thinks are helping ray actaully are, which, yeah why would mew at his big age of like 22 at the most know how to save ray. i think it shows he cares but that throughout this show so far there isn't enough communication between ray and his friends to truly get what they're dealing with here, that ray buries a lot of his feelings and that he seems to be operating on a different scale of pain. and in terms for my thoughts on how this evolves throughout the series, mew makes an effort with ray but we as the audience (especially compared to sand's scenes) see the ways he falls short, i think mew being with ray will give him the potential to learn more about ray or realize how much he doesn't know/understand. i hope it opens up communication between them, but i can't lie and say im not lowkey looking forward to them dealing emotional damage to eachother on a scale we didn't know possible.

like all my analysis posts i lost the point like 3 sentences in and just started rambling but curious on anyone elses thoughts on this now we are on episode 7

(also im not trying to be over critical of the group of 22 year olds, i was just projecting as the person in their 20s in a friendgroup who feels like a burden, i don't think any of these things make any of the characters bad ppl or anything it just creates interesting dynamics, peace and love <3)

#only friends the series #only friends meta #only friends analysis #oh ray #ray pakorn #only friends ray #ray only friends #again not trying to be mean to any characters just thoughts i was having #i love all of these characters because we can criticise them and also understand why they do what they do #except boston i don't get why he's so mean to ray still hope we'll find out

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saintarmand · 3 months

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multiple popular blogs in the iwtv fandom have a documented pattern of behavior of saying anything ranging from "could be interpreted as a bit racist but only if you're looking for it" to now literally "the real racism is actually against white people" and other alt right talking points. LOOK AT THE PATTERN.

you see the same people constantly complaining about how they keep getting called racist by black fans over and over again, and instead of asking yourself "why do so many black fans think these people are racist? could they be onto something?" you zero in on how polite they are about it and go "well, they put some naughty words after the word racist, looks like there really is a woke mob of big bad black bullies terrorizing the fandom, sounds legit!"

the thing is, something like about a year ago, i actually posted an absolute garbage take i can't believe i ever thought was acceptable, and got rightfully called out for it. i had some other white people agreeing with me, but THANK GOD someone i followed reblogged a post talking some sense. i freaked out at first of course. "someone is vagueing about me? that's not exactly what i said verbatim. i'm being misinterpreted unfairly! what if everyone finds out and starts hating me?" i got defensive, though i avoided throwing the classic huge public tantrum by simply logging off until i cooled down a little, so i managed not to draw that much attention. it's probably only because it was people that i already thought seemed really smart who were saying it, that made the voice at the back of my mind go, "what if they're right and i'm wrong?" so i really thought about it. at first i thought it was just my phrasing that was bad and if i explained it better it would be fine. but now that i've had over a year to think about it and listen and learn, i've come to realize just how stupid that was. and it's probably not the only dumb racist post i made, just the one that i saw called out. i've since deleted the whole blog so i can't check. which i admit i did in large part so other people couldn't check anymore either.

and what were the only consequences i faced? there are users that i think are really cool, and even some i was following, who have me blocked. i go :( about it for a second when i can't reblog a post. iirc like 3 anon asks i've gotten in total, only one of which was even mean at all. oh the horror, someone called me a racist bitch. i literally WAS. and even if i wasn't, so what? it made me feel a little bad, yeah. it would probably actually feel LESS bad if i thought it didn't apply. it would just be confusing and a little funny. it did apply, and it probably still does, i got a lot of shit to unlearn. in my book, me feeling bad is absolutely worth it if it brought whoever sent it even a smidgen of satisfaction. them having to witness my bullshit was undoubtedly worse.

the only reason i'm able to be as polite as i am is because as a white person this does not affect me personally. this fandom has been racist since before the show even started. if i saw popular blogs in my fandom being, say, lesbophobic for more than two years, constantly, and getting away with it, still being popular, receiving praise, and every time i said anything about it i had their followers come after me, while consoling them, i'd be pretty fucking pissed. i'd get tired of being nice so fast. and that's not even mentioning the trauma from a lifetime of racism in real life and online that black people have to deal with. i can't even imagine.

"racist" is not a goddamn slur. anyone who tries to tell you that it is has an agenda, and it's not that hard to figure out what that agenda is.

OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND YOU. really look. and when you see it, STAND UP AND SAY SOMETHING. i'm ashamed it's taken me this long to do that.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #see im tagging literally everything just like you nalyra #did you unblock me yet so i can say it to your face like you want me to?#go to /tagged/s on my blog to see the receipts i posted earlier. tip of the iceberg and doesn't even touch most of the people involved #s #<- see that right there go on my blog and click on the s #i gotta post this quickly cause what usually happens is overanalyze every word i wrote decide it sucks and never end up posting #so this just an “unhinged rant” or whatever you wanna call it #iwtv fandom racism #interview with the vampire #vampterview #vampterviewing

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I’m a grown woman obsessed with Logan and Quinn suddenly again like a 12 year old after that trailer. And I have some thoughts. We have possible outcomes that I can see based on the limited scenes we got. The bad case: they get engaged off screen and announce it to Zoey over FaceTime like we saw in the trailer. Then Quinn does a runner on the wedding day (we do get a shot of her running in a wedding dress), and the wedding ends up being about chase and Zoey getting back together. We see Logan has a headset on in pretty much every shot, including when he’s standing at the alter (wtf Logan?). Maybe Quinn sees this, and panics, and thinks money and work will come before her so she runs. Eventually they end up back together, and we then get that shot of him proposing again and promising it won’t happen (with Zoey there, why 🙄) and we are left with the implication they’ll get married eventually. It’s also the 1 scene between the two of them where he isn’t wearing his headset which adds value to the whole he’s a workaholic thing and Quinn’s had enough. The thing that makes me confused is that Quinn is 100% already wearing her engagement ring in that shot, and Logan 100% has jewellery in that box. The better option: Logan is jokingly giving her some jewellery in a ring box, and her nodding is just a weird cut to something else he said (I.e., not accepting a proposal). That scene is weird as well because Zoey’s 2 best friends of almost 20 years are getting engaged, Quinn is nodding yes and Zoey looks confused and worried. The confusing thing about it is Quinn’s hair is short, but it is long for every other shot. Cause Quinn and Logan look different in that shot to the rest of the movie, I was hoping that perhaps it’s a flashback to when they got engaged many years ago and it has just been a really long engagement. So when they tell Zoey over FaceTime, it’s not about getting married it’s about them finally setting a date? But that doesn’t tie into why Quinn has an engagement ring on already. Regardless of how it happens I know they’ll 100% end up together but I don’t want them to be plot devices to Zoey and chase. I may be losing my mind over this. I need a break but had to share my obsessive thoughts with someone.

oh man, where do I start. I'm also a grown person obsessed with a ship from my childhood. I said it a lot of times heheh but Quogan was my first ship and the first fanfic I ever read was about them. I didn't know what a fanfic was and really thought that was some deleted scene or something XD.

I would hate to if they don't get married at the end, that would be so disappointing, but it would not ruin the ship for me, I'd simply not consider the movie canon and make/read a fic fixing that lol.

I am bothered by Zoey being there for the proposal/or whatever that was, because ugh can we, please, have something? without her? please? I never cared about her character (or anyone aside from Logan and Quinn, really) So I hope they don't make that moment about them.

I do hope it's a flashback, but like you said, the ring makes it not make sense.

I was also wondering about Logan's headset, I thought it was more of him being a bridezilla and controlling the whole wedding and making it all about himself, excluding Quinn unintentionaly lol.

I need to rewatch the show to refresh my memory about the characters, it's been years after all. I never saw Logan as the workaholic kind, but I could be wrong or he could have changed, idk.

Either way, all I hope right now is that they end up together. If they decide marriage is not for them, I'll accept it as long as they don't separate. God please don't let that happen. Tho I won't deny I would be pissed, since they are advertising this using their wedding as a bait and for them to not give us that at the end? very shady. We would be quoganbaited lol.

Speaking of that, I too don't want them to be a plot device for Zoey and Chase. I can't stress enough how much I don't care about them. And I understand the movie is about finally getting them together, but please, let us have Quogan in peace. The two ships can co-exist without overshadowing the other (despite one being clearly superior ehem)

feel free to keep sending asks or dm me if you wish, I love talking about quogan.

#ask box #anon #quogan #zoey 102 #zoey 101 #quinn pensky #logan reese #quinn x logan #logan x quinn #im so used to get hateful anon reading the first part I assumed you were insulting me lmao

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lovelyrocker · 9 months

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Manic

RPF

Warnings: Manic Episode, Bipolar DIsorder, Medication, Language, Denying Medication, Not Taking Care of Yourself

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairing: Timothee x Reader

Word Count: 2437

Timothee walked through the New York streets on his way to your apartment. He hadn’t seen you in a few days and you hadn’t really texted him or returned any texts for that matter. That wasn’t normal for you. Since the day you’d met a few years ago you and he talked everyday. Even if it was a simple one sentence text throughout the whole day telling the other hello or that the other was okay.

It was even more weird because ever since you two had confessed that you had feelings for one another you talked even more. Were you dating, technically no. Have you kissed? Yes. Have you talked about dating? All the time. But you two wanted to take this slow, so you did things in your own way.

But lately you strayed from your ways. . . a lot.

You stopped staying over and didn’t talk to him like before. Normally he’d hear from you on and off throughout the day. Now it was a day or two in between replies. It made him wonder, had he’d done something to upset you? Did he piss you off? It had to be something. So he was dropping by to check on you and see what was going on.

He buzzed your apartment, but you didn’t respond. He knocked on your apartment door and never got an answer. He knew you were home because he could hear movement here and there. He pushed the door open and called your name. You didn’t answer. He looked around the kitchen as he walked in and saw stuff all over the counters.

“Y/N?” He called again and again and received no answer.

“Damn it!” He heard your shout from down the hall.

As he walked through the apartment he noticed each area was either cleaned and organized to perfection or a complete mess. He followed the curses that you were spitting out till he saw you digging through your closet, a pile of stuff on the floor at your feet to the closet door.

“Y/N?”

You turned and looked at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” You jumped down from the small ladder you stood on. “How the hell did you get in?”

“Your door was unlocked.” Timothee told you, hitching his thumb to the front door. He paused, looking over your appearance. Your clothes were saturated with what looked like dirt, oil and ink. They were wrinkled and disheveled. You had darkening circles beneath your eyes, your hair in a messy bun on top of your head. It was clear you hadn’t showered in a day or two nor had you slept or eaten.

“Yes it was! I always lock my door!”

“Sweetheart, How did I get in if it was locked?”

“Unless you broke in!” You pointed a finger in his face. “Did you break in?!”

“No, no, I didn’t-” He placed his hands on your arms. “Sweetie, when was the last time you slept?”

“A day or two.” You told him with a shrug, walking past him. “I’n not tired. Hey! Do you remember that book series I told you I had but couldn't find?! I found it! I was thinking we should take a road trip! You already hear about road trips! How awesome they are! We should try it! Maybe go cross country! Just pack up and drive to, like, California or something! Oh! L.A.!” You keep going, not giving him the chance to respond as you walk away. “Oh, and did you know that-” He grabbed your hands.

“Sweetie, babe, listen, I need you to take a breath.” He felt your hands shaking in his. “When was the last time you ate something?”

“Not hungry. Besides, every time I eat I get sick.” You told him, pulling your hands from his, walking into the living room.

“Y/N, when was the last time you took your meds?”

You paused and turned to him quickly. “What?” She gave a gentle head tilt. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because you are being a little erratic.”

“Oh, I’m being erratic?!” You snapped and he ran a hand over his face.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that.” He tried to correct himself. “I just mean-”

“I haven’t missed any meds!” She snapped at Timothee irritably. “I am just in a good mood and getting shit done! Why do you have to come in here and bring my mood down?”

“I’m not, I- I’m not trying to, sweetheart.”

“No, you are being a negative Nancy!” She points a finger in his face again.

“I’m not, Y/N. Really, I’m not trying to be.”

“Well, you are! Why did you even come over?!”

“Because you weren't replying and-”

“So! I don’t have to reply to you, Timothee!”

“I know. But since we-”

“Since we what?! We aren’t dating! Not really! So therefor I don’t have to reply to every single text you send.”

“Okay, Y/N, sweetie,”

“Stop!” You snap. “Stop calling me sweetie and stop being all patronizing!”

“I’m not trying to be.” He took a step towards you but you stepped away. “Listen, I was just worried because I hadn’t heard from you in a few days.”

“So.” You cross your arms over your chest with an adamant stance.

“Can, can I make you something to eat?”

“I. Am. Not. Hungry.” She got into his face and spoke. “I told you that. Why won’t you listen?”

“Right, you did.” He nodded. “Tell you what, How about you go take a nice hot shower and I can find us something to watch on Netflix?”

“No, no time! I have a million things to do!”

“Hey,” He puts his hands on your waist as you try to walk away. “It can wait.”

“What are you doing?!” You push him away gently. “Stop!”

“Okay, okay.” He holds his hands up. “I’m sorry.”

“Look, Tim, just go back home.” You tell him, turning away. “I have stuff to do and you are just-” You shake her head. “Getting in the way.”

“Okay, tell me what you are doing. I can help you.”

“No, I got it.” You tell him, sitting on the couch, grabbing a handful of papers from the coffee table. “I don’t need your help.”

“I know you don’t.” He sits next to you on the couch. “I want to help.”

You look over at him. “Why?”

“Because I care about you. And you shouldn't be doing this on your own. It’s a lot.” He reaches, taking a pile of papers. “You helped me when I organized my apartment, so, I’ll help you.”

“Why do you care about me?”

“I just do.” He says as he starts to separate the papers, placing them in different piles on the coffee table. “Is this right?” He looks over to you.

“Oh.” You said looking back at your own task. “Yeah, that’s right.” You place a few papers down. “Put these there, though.” You point to another pile.

“Right here?” He asks before putting the papers down and you nod. “I’m gonna grab some water, want one?” He says standing and you shake your head.

Once in the kitchen, Timothee opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He looked back seeing you still sitting on the couch, concentrating on your task. He quickly opened the cupboard he knew you kept your meds in and grabbed your medicine bottle. He looked at the fill date and then counted how many pills you had left. You really didn’t miss any. He put the bottle back and walked back into the living room. You were sitting on the couch looking over the papers, a yawn leaving you.

“You look exhausted.” He tells you. “Have you tried your sleeping meds? Or your anxiety meds?”

“Don’t need them.” You tell him, not looking up.

“I didn’t say you did.” He sat back next to you. “But you could take some to relax and we can lay together for a while. It would be nice. We haven’t done that in a while.”

“Maybe.”

“We have rain for the day, so I was thinking maybe I can order some take out and we could spend some time just being around each other.” He offered again. “We haven’t been able to hang out in a few weeks.”

You look over to him, suddenly feeling drained. “Sure.” You nod with another yawn.

“I have an idea.” He carefully takes the papers from your hands. “Go jump in the shower and get into the clothes I left here. I know you are most comfy in my clothes.” He gave a smile. “I will call that pizza place you like around the corner.” You nod as he hugs you, another yawn leaving you. “You’re still shaky.”

“I’m okay.” You tell him before standing and walking away from him.

You shower, shave and scrub your hair clean, feeling much better from that alone. After pulling on Timothee’s basketball shorts and one of his t-shirts. When you walk out of the bathroom the living room is cleaned up and your favorite TV show, Gilmore Girls, is loaded and waiting.

“Feel better?” He asks you from the couch.

“Some.” You answer hearing a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” He jumps up. He walked back in with a pizza in hand. “Got your favorite and-" He places the box on the coffee table. “Can you please take these?” He pulls a bottle from his pocket. “I know you don't want to but you are still shaky, your eyes are unfocused and you are exhausted and on edge.” You look him in the eyes as he asks so simply. “For me.” You hold out your hand and he places a little white pill in your palm. “Thank you, sweetheart.” You throw back the pill and take a sip of water. He hands you a slice of pizza and presses play.

You don’t even make it to the second episode before you are asleep in Timothee’s arms. He doesn’t move either. He stays on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, holding you against him while you sleep. Your arms are wrapped around his middle, head on his chest, legs curled up next to him, his arm around your body.

You slept for four hours unmoving.

When you finally stirred the first thing you noticed was the warm body against you. “Tim?” You grumbled. “Fuck.” You whispered, bringing your hand to your chest feeli g the familiar pull of panic.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” He put his hands on your arms, rubbing gently. “Nothing is wrong, nothing is happening.” He soothed. “You just slept for a while.” He pulled you into him. “Just take deep breaths, it’ll pass.” You nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head. “I promise.”

“Can you stay?”

“As long as you want.” He answered without hesitation.

It had been almost two days and Timothee was still at your apartment. He made sure you took your medication and ate, showered and slept.

Your mind was still bouncing a little as you woke up from another nap. There was a note on the coffee table telling you that Timothee ran out to grab a few things from his place.

You sat flipping through your phone but couldn’t concentrate, focusing still hard for you. You popped the hair tie around your wrist to ease the anxiety as you came down from your episode.

“Hey!’ Timothee’s voice rang and he walked into your apartment, dropping the bag he had over his shoulder down onto the floor. “How was your nap?”

“I slept hard.” You told him pulling your hair into a messy bun as he plopped down next to you.

He looked at your wrists and saw the bruising from the constant popping of the bands around your wrist. He slipped his hand into your, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Did you hurt yourself at all?” His voice was calm and gentle.

“No.” You answered as he pulled you into him. “But I wanted to.”

“Anything I can do to help you?” You shake your head, burying your face in his chest. “You sure?” He holds you a little tighter.

“I’m sure.” He hears your voice break slightly.

“Baby, what is it?” He tilts your face up to look at him and he sees tears fall down your face. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing. I’m okay.” You sit up and turn away from Timothee, but he sees you wiping your eyes again.

“Y/N,” He places his hand on your shoulder. “Please talk to me.” He turns you and seeing the tears still flowing. “What is it?”

“Why are you still here?”

“What?” Timothee was dumbfounded. “What do you mean? I don’t understand. Here in your apartment?”

“Here, with me. Why are you still here? It’s been days. I know you have better things to do than hang around a crazy person waiting for her psycho episode to wind down.”

“I- I-”

“I know we’ve been talking and hanging out but you don't have any obligation towards me.”

“I want to be here.”

“Why?”

“I- I love you, Y/N.” You looked at him and stood, the tears coming more strongly. Timothee stood following. “Y/N-”

“How can you love me, Timothee? I’m broken.”

“Yeah, because I’m not fucked up in someway.”

“What?” You breathe out in confusion. “You make no sense.”

“We’ve talked a lot, right?”

“Yeah.” You answer.

“After I told you about me being a man whore I thought you wouldn’t be interested anymore. I mean, who would want to be with someone who has slept with more people than a fucking fraternity house? But you still wanted to know me.” Timothee reaches, placing his index finger beneath your chin,tilting your head up. “For months I fell more and more in love with every single part of you. Manic episodes included.” He wiped your tears with the backs of his fingers. “You can say the slut fell for the psycho.” You both chuckled. “I just want to know if-”

“I did.” You answer quickly and he smiles bright. "Of course I fell for you, Timmy."

“I’m not going anywhere.” Timothee kissed you gently.

He stayed at your place till he knew you were back to your normal state of mine. It wasn’t the last manic episode you’d have. You had many depressive lows as well, and Timothee was there for those too. As well as all that fell in between.

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Reading it ALL Wrong

"Look man," Mike starts, walking beside Will at some rest stop just west of Nevada, "I really want to know what I did to piss you off so much. I want to-" Mike breathes out in exasperation (he really hates apologizing), "I want to fucking fix whatever I did."

Will stops dead in his place. He turns his head to look at Mike. Mike's hair is all curls, down to his shoulders, cheeks red from the midday heat, lips chapped, lips in a straight line like he's focusing hard on something. Will guesses he must be.

"Mike, what in the hell are you talking about right now?"

"What am I-? Will, you can't deny that you're totally pissed at me! Ever since I got here, stepped off the plane, you've been, you've been weird. And I thought when we talked in your room that it would be over, but you're clearly not over whatever I did, so please, Will." Mike pleads, looking somewhere between exhausted and desperate.

Will can't help but laugh a little. Mike is so worked up over something he created in his damn head.

"I'm not angry. You didn't do anything wrong. I admit, it was shitty. The not writing and the way you totally blew me off for El, like she was more important and-"

"Will, that's just not true, I-"

"No, let me finish. I was going to say, and I was being a jerk, too. She's your girlfriend, Mike. I can't expect you to prioritize me. I know my place now." Will says, his voice a practiced kind of even.

For some reason, it broke Mike's heart.

"Why have you been acting so weird if you're not mad at me?"

Will scoffs, placing his hand on the door handle of the van. He's not going to answer that.

He begins to pull the door open before Mike puts his hand on top of Will's and Will's whole body freezes.

"Talk to me. I thought we were best friends."

They lock eyes, some stone-cold piece of Will that he locked away in a freezer years and years ago starts to thaw again. Every time Mike looks at him like that, he feels like he could just spill his guts about everything.

"Mike, let go." Is all he allows himself to say out loud. He can't open up now, not when Mike's already confused about his feelings about El, not when they've just had to bury a dead body not 2 days before, not when the fate of the world rests on their shoulders once again, he can't afford to be vulnerable. He has to be strong enough.

Mike doesn't, only uses his hand to pry Will's hand off of the handle. Before Will can get away, Mike grabs his wrists with both of his hands and pins him against the side of Argyle's van.

"No, I will not let go, Will. You're too fucking important to me and I will not keep avoiding this. You're pissed and I want to know why."

Mike's looking at him again, his dark eyes searching Will's soul for any real emotion. He finds nothing, or rather what Will has disguised as nothing.

"Get off of me, Mike. I told you, I'm not mad!" Will's voice is harsh. It makes Mike wince a little. He's never heard Will sound like that before. It kind of reminds him of the few times he heard Lonnie and Joyce arguing through the thin walls of the Byers' house in Hawkins when they were little. But, he's still holding onto Will's wrists tightly.

Will's wriggling underneath him, trying to get away.

"Will. Will!" Mike calls to him, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

It causes Will to stop struggling so much, Mike having hit a pressure point.

Mike doesn't even realize he's doing it, but he pushes his body against Will's, pressing him up against the van. Mike's legs are slotted in between Will's, and Will's all-tough demeanor is thrown out the fucking window.

"Mike..." Will whispers, almost like a prayer. He drops his head down and lets Mike's body hold him up.

Mike feels Will give in and loosens his grip on his wrists.

"Why the fuck are you so angry?" He finally asks, his own assertive demeanor gone. He sounds like maybe he's about to cry.

"I'm not angry. I just-" Will pauses for a minute.

"-just what, Will? What's wrong?" Mike lets Will's wrists slide out of his hands, but doesn't step away.

"Mike, do you love Eleven?"

Mike scoffs, "That's a weird thing to bring up."

"Do you? Yes or no."

"Well, it's complicated. I-"

"It's not. Yes or no. Do you love her?"

Mike looks past Will's shoulder, seeing his own reflection in the window. Getting a sense of just how close they're standing, finally letting himself feel close to Will.

"I think that there's-"

"Mike, yes or no."

"No! Okay? No, I don't love her. Is that what you wanted to hear? Does it make you happy to hear me admit that I spent 3 years in a loveless relationship, Will?"

Will kind of freezes, staring into the distance.

"Will?"

He doesn't say anything, only lets his head fall forward onto Mike's shoulder. Mike steps closer out of instinct, cradling the smaller boy's head like he used to do when they were young.

"And me?" Will finally mutters under his breath.

"What?"

Mike heard him, but was confused about what he meant.

"Do you love me, Mike?" He looks up, meeting the taller boy's gaze. The world, the very same one they're supposed to be saving, seems to melt away.

Eye contact usually makes Mike uncomfortable, but it's never been hard to look into Will's eyes.

"Will, I-" His brain can't form cohesive thoughts, it only pumps out one-word answers, demands. One's he's been trying to ignore, avoid, for the longest time. He sort of feels, in a way, like he's hearing them for the first time.

"Yes or no, Mike." Will's voice finally gives away how emotional Will is right now. He sounds like he's on the verge of tears. He looks away.

"Yes." He doesn't miss another beat.

Will nods, biting back a smile, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Tell me." He finally responds.

"What?"

"Tell me you love me."

Mike puts a finger under Will's chin, picks up his head, "I love you, Will." He says it slowly, the world feels like it goes in slow motion.

"Mike?" Will's hand grips Mike's.

Mike's other hand grabs Will's wrists and suddenly it's a giant pile of hands and they're looking at each other so fondly.

"This whole time, years and years, it's because I loved you." Mike's voice is shakey.

"And this whole time, even longer than that, I've loved you more. That's why I was acting weird."

Mike scoffs in disbelief, "No. That's why?"

"Can I give you something?" Will asks instead of answering Mike's question.

Mike nods.

"Close your eyes." Will instructs and Mike does.

Will leans in and presses a soft yet firm kiss on Mike's lips.

It takes Mike a second to register that Will's kissing him and he starts kissing back the moment his brain starts functioning again.

They part a few seconds later, cheeks red and smiles so big their cheeks could pop.

"Mike, I know you're a nerd, but you've gotta stop reading it all wrong."

#byler is endgame #byler #stranger things

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