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love-belle · 10 months

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i bet you think about me !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is just them shading each other on instagram and co parenting their cat.

for when you know they're thinking about you. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

sequel - i'll be loving you for quite some time ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language. both the reader and lando are petty bitches having a petty virtual stand-off.

author's note - hello!!!!! so sorry for the wait, i've been busy with stuff :/// i really hope u like this <3 thank u so much for reading!!! i love u <3

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landonorris happier than ever.

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username THE CAPTION

username oh.

username no bc why did this hurt me.

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danielricciardo unnecessary caption but alright.

-> landonorris i did not lie though???

username WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

username i haven't recovered from their breakup and now ur telling me that they ended on bad terms??????

-> username no they're fine!!!!!!! this is just lando being silly!!!!!!!!!!!!!

username no bc why THE FUCK is lando out here looking all fine while my girl y/n was seen crying in front of her mom yesterday

-> username weren't there rumours that they broke up bc y/n was committed to this relationship more than lando was????

-> username oh what the fuck

username "happier than ever" like we didn't see u and y/n all those years with eachother

maxverstappen1 👍

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username nah bc if i was y/n i would be so hurt by this what the fuck.

-> username imagine going through a breakup after being together for more than 2 years and they post THIS after a WEEK like

lilymhe fake ass bitch

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username god i love lily defending her wifey

username LANDO HOW AM U SUPPOSED TO DEFEND U LIKE THIS

username no bc my heart's aching for y/n she doesn't deserve this

charles_leclerc need to talk to you real quick.

-> carlossainz55 just a friendly chat!

-> username oh they're maaaaaaad

username im a child of divorce what the fuck

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yourusername i’ll think of something else your initial can stand for

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yourusername blocking him isn't enough when i want to throw tomatoes at his head like he's a medieval criminal

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username PLEASE

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-> username NO BC WHEN U TELL U MY HEART BROKE

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username bet lando feels like an asshole after seeing that post 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-> username imagine fumbling so hard 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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-> yourusername alright slow down

-> username HELP

username y/n liking all the comments roasting lando but blocking all the ones who are hating on him is actually so personal to me

-> username like girl hates him but only she's allowed to do it

-> username my parents!!!!!!!!! divorced but parents nonetheless!!!!!!!!!

charles_leclerc i can arrange the tomatoes

-> carlossainz55 i can lock him in a room for you to throw tomatoes at him

-> danielricciardo i can stand by and record the whole thing for you to look back on and laugh

-> yourusername i adore each one of you wtf ☹️☹️☹️

username that prev caption hits hard knowing that lando got her a necklace with his initial 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username THE LYRICS TOOK ME OUT OMG

username imagine breaking up with ur bf and seeing that post he posted after you posted a heartbreaking yet wistful post abt him like

-> username ngl that's gonna be my last straw

francisca.cgomes asking pierre to show it to him brb

-> yourusername LMFAOOO PLEASE

username this is so chaotic i CANNOT

username mother is mothering so hard after her breakup

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maxverstappen1 sending this to him

-> yourusername do it no balls

-> username pls she's so unserious i love her 😭😭😭

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username i KNOW he looked at this post and cried

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username me when they still post abt eachother but indirectly and with shady undertones 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

username i will get over a lot of things but i will never get over y/n and lando breaking up

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landonorris pov: you're better now 🤍

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username pov ur a liar.

username lando it's okay honey u don't have to lie

username he said this yk like a liar

maxverstappen1 not me watching you wipe your tears right now

-> landonorris LEAVE ME ALONE

username the way i've been crying since i found out and it's not even my relationship like DAMN.

username lando how does it feel to fumble a bad bitch like y/n 🎤🎤🎤

username no bc i KNOW the drivers reallllllllly gave it to lando after they found out about the breakup

username IS THAT Y/N'S CAT

-> username they're co parenting caz 💀💀💀

-> username it's weekend with dad ig 😭😭😭

danielricciardo pov: you're a liar ❤️

-> landonorris choke ❤️

username max and daniel really calling him out on his bullshit 💀💀💀

-> username as they should

username the way i fell to the floor when the articles first came out abt their breakup

username so y/n WAS committed to this relationship more than he was

username me having a nice day and suddenly remembering the fact that lando once said that y/n was everything he had spent his life looking for and everything he thought he'd never find

-> username I WAS HAVING A NICE WHY DO U DO THIS TO ME

username "pov: you found your soulmate" hahahahahaha!!!! im fine!!!! totally not going crazy over this!!!!!

-> username do u get deja vu

carlossainz55 lies.

-> landonorris blocked.

username need them back together again for mental stability i fear

username they're actually very happy together my delusions told me!!!!!!!

username no way they're just over like that when we could SEE how much they loved eachother like

-> username the articles being all "they had different priorities" NO MF THEY KEPT SAYING HOW THEY COULDN'T WAIT FOR THEIR FUTURE TOGETHER

-> username to the person who wrote those articles, drop the addy i just wanna talk :)

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yourusername when u know he's gonna think u every time he hears a taylor swift song and it'll make him want to CRY

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username the ultimate revenge

username the way i lit up whenever i see one of them posted but it's literally just them shading eachother like I CANNOT.

username LMFAOOOOO

carmenmmundt he'll listen to lover and it'll make him want to cry

-> georgerussell63 playing that the next time he walks in a room

-> yourusername thank u for ur service carmen's bf

username the way this whole thing is like a tennis match 💀💀💀

username ngl this is so entertaining

username couple weeks since they broke up and this is how their post breakup era is going

-> username when they're still so 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

username they're just being silly!!!!!!!! just a prank y'all!!!!!!!! silly y/n and lando!!!!!!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

danielricciardo can confirm that exile was playing when i walked into his driver's room

-> yourusername HELP OMG

-> username not exile LMFAOO

username why are u so pretty

username post break up glow be hitting different ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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username women become 1000000x more beautiful everytime a m*n disappoints them

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lilymhe asking alex to make all the playlists just taylor swift babe we're destroying his peace

-> yourusername OKAY SLOW DOWN FOR A MIN

username y/n telling her fans to be kind and lando straight up to ignoring everything does tell u a lot abt them tbh but some people are not ready for that conversation yet

-> username the way y/n and him were FINE after their breakup until he posted with that caption likeeeee

-> username nah bc what if.............HE WAS THE PROBLEM

-> username men need to go back to war

lewishamilton can't wait to see you next week!! roscoe misses his favourite dogsitter!!

-> yourusername missing my buddy so much 🤍🤍🤍 see you both next week!!!!!!!

username the entire grid adores her i can TELL

username this is what he deserves

username no bc i know im supposed to sad that they broke up but them posting abt each other indirectly while having the other person blocked is so hilarious

username my y/nlando heart 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username the grid still being close to y/n is so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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landonorris how i feel every time i hear a taylor swift song and my mind goes straight to her

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username NOT HIM USING HIMSELF AS MEMES

username so who's gonna tell him.

username people who follow both of them 💀💀💀💀💀

username lando...babe...

username no bc they DO shade eachother and roast eachother since they broke up but the fact that y/n tells all the ppl hating on lando to "shut the fuck up and get a fucking life" and lando straight up blocks them is so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username IT'S WHAT SHE WANTS

danielricciardo chuckles knowingly

-> landonorris WHAT DO YOU KNOW

-> danielricciardo NOTHING

-> landonorris WHAT

-> danielricciardo NOTHING OH MY GOD

username smirks

username good.

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username the way "the 1" is literally them LIKE

-> username "it would've been fun if you could've been the one" 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

-> username CAN U HEAR ME CRYING

charles_leclerc this is interesting

-> landonorris ?

username lando being confused is sending me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

username y/n fr manifested this 💀💀💀

username IM GIGGLING THIS IS HILARIOUS

username someone send this to y/n

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-> landonorris none can do sorry

username NOT LANDO PLAYING THE 1

username im so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username y/n is chuckling rn i can feel it

lilymhe this is interesting!

-> landonorris WHAT IS

username OH MY GOD

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username PLEASE OMG

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yourusername i bet you think about me

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username MOTHER

username ATE

username HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD

username step on me please.

username i KNOW he looked at this post and cried

lewishamilton as pierre taught me, slayed the house down with boots or whatever

-> yourusername LEWIS OH MY GOD

-> yourusername but thank u that means sm to me 💌

username SHE'S SO SVANAKDJDMKSJSJ

username iconic.

username taylor swift always right !!!!!!!!!!

carmenmmundt pretty pretty

-> yourusername yeah you you

username my bi awakening

-> username that's so real actually

username THIS IS PERFECT

username someone thank daniel for showing lando's post to y/n so that we could get THIS

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username WOMEN

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-> yourusername babeeeeee i love u sm we're absolutely getting married idc abt ur bf we're eloping

-> alex_albon it's not even noon yet give me a break

username carmen, lily, kika and y/n ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username YEAH I BET U THINK ABOUT ME

username he DOES think about u

username no bc if i was lando i would be in my knees screaming crying throwing up for her to take me back

-> username real like how will u explain to people that u ended up fumbling a bad bitch

francisca.cgomes GORGEOUS

-> yourusername I LOVE YOU

username "i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of u"

-> username DIDN'T SHE POST THAT WHEN SHE ANNOUNCED THEIR RELATIONSHIP

-> username lord i am not strong enough for this.

username kinda missing them together ://

-> username i miss lando panicking in the comments section everytime y/n posted like homeboy was down BAD

-> username frrrr like he was down SO bad it was almost embarassing

username I JUST GASPED OUT LOUD HOLY FUCK

charles_leclerc can confirm

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username I NEED LANDO'S REACTION TO THIS OMG

username both of their pr personnel are having a field day with this

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spdrvyn · 1 year

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full stomachs, fuller hearts — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: miguel has gotten used to eating dinner by himself so you decide to change his nightly routine.

THIS FIC CONTAINS: literally nothing but pure unaldulterated fluff. gender neutral terms mostly but querido is used once.

NOTES: OKAY so this was actually a request for someone but i was a dumbass and accidentally POSTED the draft when i meant to save it for later, i panicked and deleted the post so now i lost the request from my inbox forever 💔 whoever that dude was i hope you find this and i hope you enjoy

Lonely dinners were always a common occurence for Miguel.

That was just how things are. After a long and drawn out day of protecting the multiverse, protecting the city, protecting everything that he's built up and coming home to a desolate penthouse.

It was the norm for him, he had grown accustomed to it. Being isolated in general wasn't a foreign concept to him, but you brought more change to his life that he thought he would hate.

He loves you a lot. You two had been in a committed relationship for a few months now but haven't moved in yet. The every few hours during a day that you would get to visit him or perhaps he could swing by to your apartment were the only times he felt some sense of warmth in his cold, silent life.

It's not like he didn't want to ask you to move in, he does. Oh, so badly. It's just that the constant fear that he's going too fast or getting too excited over this newfound love. He doesn't want to scare you away.

There was also just a small part of him that was getting too used to being around you. It's gone to the fact that whenever he ate dinner, he'd always imagine you on the other side of that table, laughing and sharing stories about how you're day went.

When he snapped out of it, the sight of the empty chair across him brought his spirits down even more.

You were aware of this too.

Which was why you were up at the wee hours of the night, trying to watch an online video recipe for making empanadas. You knew how to cook enough meals to get by but you wanted to try something different for Miguel.

The bar was set a little bit higher this time. You've been over at Miguel's place before and he has cooked for you and every single time you've tried his dishes they were utterly delectable.

You didn't only want to make all of this food for him just because he's constantly eating alone but because he's really expanded your tastebuds ever since you two developed a much more intimate relationship. You could at least owe him one homecooked dinner.

Reminders to yourself, thank Lyla for letting you in and don't blow up Miguel's penthouse.

As you followed the tutorial step-by-step, you couldn't help but let your mind wander a little further. You wondered how Miguel was doing right now.

Yes, he's strong and agile in an almost inhuman way but at the same time you still worried for him. If only he could be here right now, you'd love to have the opportunity to cook with him.

He was grateful that you weren't in the present moment with him right now, his stomach growl in anticipation for it's next meal as he was running and swinging from rooftop to rooftop to get back to his penthouse.

There were many obstacles that he encountered on the way back. The classic old lady getting her purse snatched which gave him severe déjà vu, a bank robbery, and a cat stuck in a tree.

He grew progressively exhausted with each stop, not forgetting that he had his actual duties at the headquarters that he just left from. Sore muscles and a throbbing head, a painful combo for Miguel.

Maybe he should just skip dinner altogether and opt to immediately pass out on his bed, showering in the morning and having a very heavy breakfast. Yeah, that would work...

He glares into the window of his penthouse, not because he was hesitant to make the jump but because the lights were open. He was sure that he left all of his rooms in complete darkness before leaving.

With one final jump, his claws dig into the edge of his window as he pulls himself up. His eyes narrow, in attempts of getting a good peek of what exactly was going on.

An intruder, a home invasion, Lyla having a party without telling him were all of his possible theories.

What he didn't expect was to see you setting up his plate on his kitchen island, plates of delicious smelling food prepared as well.

There was an intrusion, that's for sure. The intrusion of blush on his cheeks, which he quickly had to shake as he took his mask off.

However, as quickly as it disappeared, it came back once he saw the look on your face the moment you noticed his presence.

Pure glee and warmth is how he'd describe it. It's also how he'd describe the embrace that you immediately pull him into, throwing the silverware that you were readying.

It's not like he hesitated to touch you either, he wrapped his arms around you. So glad that he gets to bask in your existence again, bask in you.

"What's all this, querido?"

You separate from Miguel for a brief moment before walking over to the kitchen counter, proudly showing off your creations. "Empanadas and menudo!"

It was like stars clouded Miguel's vision as it all goes through his mind. You came to his house, fixed up a whole meal for him, and for what? He doesn't remember getting you any gifts recently.

So why?

"Are you just going to stare or are you going to try one?" chuckled you, at least it got Miguel to snap out of his daze. His hands reaches out to one of the empanadas and he takes a bite.

Okay, if he was being honest, he's tasted much better before.

But you put so much thought, so much time, and so much care into making this for him. All of those qualities overshadowed the taste and dryness of it, filling his stomach with something else entirely.

This was probably one of the best empanadas he's ever tasted.

"It's really good." He says, swallowing the last of his food, "Best that one I've ever tasted, mi cielo." Then leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead, warm hand cupping your cheek.

"You're just saying that, Miguel. I tasted them before you got here and they're really dry."

"Still the best I've ever tasted."

He continues to plant kisses on you, trailing from your forehead to the bridge of your nose to your cheek then boarding at your lips, you giggle into the kiss but before it progresses any further, he stops and pulls away.

"Do you want to move in with me?"

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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Uncle Wayne comforts you after a nightmare (e.m. x gn!reader, Y/N thinks of Uncle Wayne as their dad)

A/N: I had a night of nightmares, the first of which left me sweaty and shaking for about an hour before I felt brave enough to try sleeping again. And then I had another nightmare. And then I had to go to work. I was writing this in my head all day until I finally got to come home and type it up. I should be studying right now but I haven't written in WEEKS and it's slowly rotting me from the inside out, so here we go.

Dedicated this fic to @badgirlforeddiemunson because she left me a note from Uncle Wayne in my inbox which was exactly what I needed, it made me cry and I wanted to leave this little dedication as a thank you to her! 🙏❤️

A massive thank you as well to @fandomohana for helping me with Uncle Wayne's characterisation in this; this fic wouldn't be what it is without you!💗😍🙏

Aaaand a big big thank you to @ilovecupcakesandtea , who stopped me from deleting this fic because I felt like I'd forgotten how to write our beloved and bestest dad Uncle Wayne buuuut it turns out I was just being mean towards myself... There's a surprise😂💀thank you for reading this for me and validating my characterisation choices!💕💕💕

Tw; nightmare (not described so it can fit any nightmare you may have had), crying (reader), reader wakes up afraid, general anxiety (not wanting to wake a sleeping Munson and then feeling guilty for doing it accidentally despite best efforts not to), Uncle Wayne and Eddie are both absolute sweethearts, as aforementioned, Y/N sees Uncle Wayne as being like a parent to them & this is explicit in the narrative (totally not me showing my own feelings👀🥺), brief allusion to marrying Eddie one day throuhg Uncle Wayne's narration.

People who asked to be tagged in this: @pandawithprobs @arianatheangel-girl @ali-r3n @sagaonpandora @digital-charlie @tracymbcm @cherrycolas-things @simping-over-boys-with-trauma @stevesmunsons @esme-viridian @eddiemunsonsgf2 @browneyes8288 @allthefandomstogether @robinsbuckleys

Word count: 4, 197 (this took TWO MONTHS of grabbing ten minutes here and there every day where I could🥺🥺🥺)

(SEEING THEM SIDE BY SIDE LIKE THIS IS KILLING MEEEE ~ OMG PLEASEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔)

You awake with a start, your heart pounding in your head, nerves ablaze, body trembling. Sweat drenches your body. You feel cold, sticky. Disgusting.

The remnants of your nightmare cling to you as surely as the twisted sheets beneath you, your body writhing uncontrollably in the face of your terror.

You lay there in the dark, trying desperately to reorient yourself.

You can see Eddie’s beautiful guitar, looking like she was made for another dimension, hanging up on the mirror. You can see Eddie’s handmade Corroded Coffin banner (and you know what the secret is; that Uncle Wayne had stencilled the logo on prior to Eddie painting his band’s name on the old bedsheet - Eddie had been so excited that his hands were shaking too badly for him to do it on his own), you can see the way Eddie’s blinds never close all the way, letting the moonlight spill into the room.

You turn your head, your breathing still erratic, that lump in your throat growing more pronounced as the seconds tick past, and you see the one person in the world who fills your lungs with oxygen, your heart with rainbows, and your soul with reminders of all your reasons why.

Eddie.

You want so very badly to wake up the sleeping man, but you feel guilty at even the thought of doing that. Why should you disturb his sleep just because you had a nightmare? It would have been more than fine if the shoe was on the other foot, you would have wanted Eddie to wake you up so that he didn’t have to calm himself down alone, but for you to wake him up in the same situation, even knowing as you do that Eddie would want to be woken up so he could comfort you? No way, you won’t do that to him.

In the end, this thought is what breaks you: you're suffering but you're not allowing yourself Eddie because you want him to rest.

A sob rips out of your throat and you quickly muffle it with a hand, not wanting to accidentally wake him up either, stumbling out of Eddie's bed. You make your way down the narrow hall to come into the living room, eyes darting around nervously, looking for something to ground you; something to make you finally and fully realise that you're awake, you're safe, it's over. And then your eyes land on something - someone - which makes all the bad stuff not seem so scary anymore.

You see dearest Uncle Wayne asleep on the pullout bed.

And then you cry harder.

On shaky legs do you come to stand beside the bed, looking down at the human sized lump underneath the worn duvet. You bend down at the waist and lightly shake Uncle Wayne. In reality, you don't even shake him, you just half-heartedly wiggle your hand back and forth across the soft expanse of duvet. It is too gentle a movement for Uncle Wayne to be able to feel it, especially through the duvet. You don't want to wake him up, not really, but you also don't want to be alone in your fear, you want someone to comfort you.

But you don't want to wake anyone up just because you had a nightmare. You are a person grown, you can handle a nightmare without waking someone, right?

Wrong.

You wince against the tiny voice in your head, and partially give yourself what you want by sitting down on the floor beside Uncle Wayne's bed, leaning your head against what you figure is his shoulder. Your tears fall easily, your bottom lip starting to become sore with how hard you are biting down on it to keep yourself from making a sound. You are surprised that even walking into the living room hasn't woken Uncle Wayne up; he's a heavy sleeper unless one of his kids need him, unless you or Eddie need him.

"Uncle Wayne," you whisper as quietly as possible, one of your hands creeping under the duvet as you search for one of his; you know how he lays, you know roughly where his hands are basing on how he's laying, and indeed do you find one of his hands. You curl your fingers loosely around his as slowly and as carefully as you can, trying so hard not to wake him up even though you're desperately looking for comfort. "I'm really sorry. I had a nightmare and I - I need you but I don't wanna wake you up because you'll get mad at me." At this thought do you cry harder still, and the secretly awake Uncle Wayne's heart bleeds at all of the pain in your voice, barely audible even in the stillness of the room. "That's why I'm out here, I didn't even wanna wake up our Eddie but you're both all I want right now... but I can't because I'm an adult and I shouldn't be crying here over a nightmare and you're - you don't need me waking you up and - "

The only reason Uncle Wayne can still make your words out is because he knows you, he knows you, but as tears drip sore with audible plinks on the duvet and as you bend over his hand, pressing your forehead against his palm, you're practically incoherent. Uncle Wayne decides that it is time to come clean and 'wake up'.

When you start to repeat yourself, it means that your cycle of anxiety is starting, and he wants to quell it immediately. One of his kids need him, so who the fuck cares that he's just worked a twelve hour shift?

One of his kids needs him.

The hand which is pressing against your forehead twitches as Uncle Wayne splays his fingers, the pads rubbing lightly against your hairline. You start, not expecting the 'sleepy' touch of a man who has actually been awake since the moment you woke up; you had almost screamed. He knows you well enough to know that you don't ever want to bother him, and that's why you haven't woken him up this night, so he had decided to feign sleep so that he could pretend to wake up on his own; hoping to alleviate the guilt if you had woken him up. Uncle Wayne doesn't know if you know about this, but that's a conversation for when you're calmer and he is more 'awake'.

Fingers slide further across your scalp and begin to lightly smooth over your hair, the rustling of bedsheets tells you that your Uncle Wayne is rolling over, bringing himself closer to you as he gives up the game.

"Hey now, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne's voice is deeper than usual with sleep but just as gruff, and it is at perfect odds with the sheer kindness you see in his eyes, all the little night lights and lamps around the trailer creating a warm ambience in an already warm and loving home. "What monsters you been tryna' fight, darlin'?"

All at once, you feel like a small child standing at the foot of your parents’ bed. Distantly, you realise that you are, and tears drip anew down your face, faster and harder than before. You woke him up you woke him up stupid stupid you woke him up - you inhale shakily and two words rip out of your throat like they are terrified they'll be swallowed if they don't jump off the tip of your tongue right now.

Uncle Wayne always manages to make you realise how not okay you are; you fool the world easily and sometimes even Eddie has to squint at you to decide for himself, but Uncle Wayne? No wool fits over his eyes, no matter how well it's knitted.

“Nightmare. Bad.”

The hand on your hair stills at the tremble in your voice and the way your bottom lip wobbles. You bite down on it hard to keep from making a sound, feeling awful about the fact that you have woken Uncle Wayne up. The pullout bed is small but Uncle Wayne shuffles back as far as he can and pats the slim vacant space.

"C'mon, in y'get."

At your blank expression, Uncle Wayne smiles with all the patience of the world. He has been through so much and he carries daily with him a great deal of anger due to how the world has treated him his whole damn life, not to mention what it's doing to his boy, and yet he's still so kind. You never fail to be able to draw strength from the inspiration he gives you. "You really think my boy hasn't crawled into bed with me after a nightmare? He might be twenty, but he's still my baby. You don't have to, darlin', but I know that look on your face. I seen it on my boy's so many times right before he crawls in." A pause, a wry smile as if he knows how to really convince you, then, "he did it just last week, last I can remember."

Uncle Wayne sees the second he manages to coax you into it, and it makes him smile. You're careful as you ease into his bed, not wanting to get in his way or be intrusive, but Uncle Wayne makes no fuss about it and simply lays there until you're comfortable. He lets you wrap an arm around him, he lets you nuzzle into that red and blue flannel you love so well, and then he holds you too, his grip tight, firm, his hands hot on your upper arm. He wonders where his baby is, but he knows that you haven't woken him up. The chainsaw snore coming from just down the hall gives you away and you and Uncle Wayne laugh quietly together. Somewhere in the back of your mind, your brain presses record on the sound, wanting to cherish it forevermore.

"Do you think if we ripped an actual chainsaw next to his window he'd sleep through it?"

Uncle Wayne chuckles, fondness saturating his voice, "Far as I know, he still can. Did it when he was fourteen; had to cut a tree back near his window. Was worried I'd wake him, but he slept right through." A smile soaked Uncle Wayne's next words in sunshine, "My boy's grown into himself but his nature ain't changed back from when he was a kid." My Eddie's forever, he thinks.

The humour, always in the serious if one tilts their head, fades away and you're once again left with the fact that Uncle Wayne has selflessly stepped up for someone yet again. You wonder who steps up for him when the time comes. Between you and Eddie, Uncle Wayne's chances are golden.

"You never answered my question, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne dropped a kiss to your forehead. It was more like the press of facial hair to your skin than anything else, but it warmed you from the inside out all the same. "What monsters you been tryna' fight'?" Despite the way he words it, you hear the underlying message immediately:

Talk to me.

You draw in a shuddering breath but Uncle Wayne, who is secretly more of a parental figure to you than either of your parents put together, doesn't try to soothe you beyond how he already is. He lets you cry, he lets you curl into him like he's your protection from the world (he is, even when everything is okay), he lets you take your time in telling him everything, and the entire time he has you wrapped in his arms, pressed tight into his chest. When the nightmare is relived and you're still crying, he addresses his main concern.

"You wanna go back to Eddie, darlin'?" You freeze, thinking that perhaps this is Uncle Wayne's gentle attempt to get rid of you, but he shakes his head when he feels you tense up. "Easy, sweetpea, I ain't meanin' it like that," He squeezes his arms around you and drops a proper kiss to your forehead. "But my boy is gonna' be missin' you. You know he wakes up at the drop of a hat if either of us ain't there with him."

"No," your bottom lip wobbles and more tears drip down your face. Uncle Wayne's calloused thumb wipes them away gently. "I mean... I want Eddie but... Don't wanna leave you." The last four words are quieter than the rest, broken, your bottom lip and chin trembling. You feel sick at the thought of having to pull away from Uncle Wayne, even though you really want Eddie too. But you want Uncle Wayne. "Please don't make me go, please. Don't wanna leave you." You hold onto Uncle Wayne even tighter, crying harder now than you have done ever since you jolted awake, and Uncle Wayne is quick to soothe you.

"Hey, now," Uncle Wayne hushed, hugging you somehow even more securely to him so that you can feel his heart, slow and steady, thumping deep within his chest. It's in the Munson Doctrine that if Uncle Wayne isn't worrying, then everything is okay. His heart is steady, he is okay, and so shall you be. You take an instinctive deep breath and melt. "I said nothin' about leavin'. But you need Eddie, sweetheart. C'mon, I'll go too."

You shake your head again, "N-no, I woke you up. You need sleep. M'okay." Your cheeks burn as Uncle Wayne gives you The Look™️, which always brings you and Eddie to a grinding halt. This is in the Munson Doctrine too; never tell Uncle Wayne that you're fine if you're not. He knows. He always knows.

"I'm coming with you, darlin'. I ain't sleepin' 'til I know you're okay. It ain't a discussion, Y/N."

He pats your shoulder gently and you very reluctantly untangle yourself from him, the urge to cry still very much with you even as your tears start to slow. Uncle Wayne sees your face begin to crumple, ready are you to cry anew, and he stands up with an exaggerated groan, making you giggle. Only a Munson could make you smile while you're crying. Already can you feel the remnants of the nightmare beginning to dissipate and you lean into Uncle Wayne's side as he slots your hands together, walking with you through the trailer into Eddie's bedroom.

Your home away from home.

Uncle Wayne raises a hand and raps on the door three times with the knuckle of his littlest finger and there's a sleepy groan from within which is so perfectly Eddie that it makes the two of you huff laughter. "Y'decent, boy?"

A louder, slightly more exaggerated groan has Uncle Wayne's shoulders shaking with laughter as he pushes the door open, stepping into Eddie's room and pulling you along behind him. You keep your hand tight in his, eyes roaming over the bed as you try to figure out if three adults could fit comfortably onto one bed.

You do not want to let go of Uncle Wayne.

You don't know why. You don't care why. You just want him to stay.

"E-Eddie?" Your voice is thick with all the tears you have shed thus far, and all the tears you have yet to let go of. He doesn't answer you right away and you whimper, which makes both Munsons freeze.

Eddie sits upright like he's on a spring, arms already reaching for you just as Uncle Wayne walks with you across the room, making a beeline for his son and the love of your life.

"Whoa whoa, hey,"

"Hush now, darlin',"

The Munsons simultaneously speak at a level volume to each other so it's a symphony of empathy and love and it triggers a third crying spell within you.

"Get up on the bed, sweetpea, that's it," Uncle Wayne guides you through glassy vision to sit beside Eddie on the bed. Eddie is brushing sleep out of his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with one hand and he reaches for you with the other, trying to physically wake himself up and comfort you at the same time. "You got 'em, Eddie?"

"Always."

He speaks the word like a vow and it makes you smile.

The expression on your face dies as quickly as it is born, for Uncle Wayne slides his fingers out from between yours and pats your shoulder in a parting gesture. Panic seizes your heart and you grab at him, your fingers finding purchase in the sleeve of that flannel you love so much. "No!!!!" Yet again, the noise you make causes both Munsons to freeze. "No, please don't go! Please don't leave me, Uncle Wayne. Please stay, pl - " You're incoherent in your physical exhaustion and in the remnants of your fear, as well as your physical need for Uncle Wayne.

You're wrapped up in Eddie's arms, his lips at your hairline and his hands rubbing up and down wherever he can reach but even here, you are still shaking like a leaf, one hand holding Eddie in a death grip and the other still holding onto Uncle Wayne's sleeve. When he doesn't move away, your fingers spider down to grip onto his fingers, locking your hands together like you did before. Uncle Wayne blinks hard - a gesture Eddie recognises as his trying not to cry - and something slides into place for the younger Munson.

All at once, around his horrified curiosity about what you had been dreaming about to render you into a shaking crying wreck, Eddie knows exactly what you need to get you feeling safe and secure.

"Dad." His voice is quiet, more serious than you've heard him in a long time, "Can't you stay, just for tonight?"

The thought of this makes you smile even as a few more tears slip down your cheeks, and tender blues and chocolate browns zero in on the expression.

"Is that - "

"Did you just - "

" - a smile?"

The Munson men almost speak over each other in exaggerated tones of surprise and it makes you giggle, a wet yet very welcome sound. In turn, this makes Eddie smile, and seeing both of his kids at once expressing happiness? Why, how can Uncle Wayne deny either of you anything, even when he's tired as all hell from his twelve hour shift and interrupted night of sleep? There are many things lacking in the Munson household but the one thing they have always had in abundance is love. And if what you both want right now is for him to stay with you, then who is he to say no? The fact that something as simple as his presence is enough to chase your fears away warms Uncle Wayne's heart right to its centre, and he feels deep within him that you're gonna be an official Munson one day. You're honourary for now, but he knows what's coming, and he's so excited.

"I think it is, son, clear as day after all them tears," Uncle Wayne carefully pulls his hand away from you as Eddie scoots across the bed towards the side closest to the window. "I ain't gonna say no to that."

You push up closer to Eddie as Uncle Wayne sits down and then eases himself down onto the mattress, getting comfortable. You have a playfully wriggly Munson either side of you and you know they're playing up to make you feel better, to keep you smiling, but you also see now where Eddie gets his dramatics from. All of Eddie really has come from Uncle Wayne, hasn't it?

Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight into him, and Uncle Wayne remains where he is on the side of the bed closest to the door; he doesn't move much in his sleep, his body used to the slim pull-out bed he's been sleeping on since he legally adoped Eddie well over a decade ago.

"Aren't you gonna come closer to us, dad?"

"How close is closer?" Uncle Wayne tilts his head at Eddie, who only grins and looks at you, effectively putting you on the spot as they allow you to decide what kind of cuddle you want.

You pause and listen to yourself, your eyes closing as you try to get that little voice in the back of your head to tell you what you want. One word drifts across the front of your mind and it jumps off the tip of your tongue, as if it's afraid it will be swallowed if it doesn't voice itself now.

"Sandwich." A pause and then, "wait, no. Toastie." Your words are strange but you are understood; hold me so tight that if you are bread and I am cheese, I will melt between you.

Uncle Wayne smiles and scoots closer to you and to Eddie, wrapping an arm around you. His hand rests on Eddie's wrist as the two of them surround you. "Come on, then, butter up."

His chuckle punctuates Eddie's drawn out groan; only a good pun is met with that kind of reaction. "Of all the puns available, you go with butter? Really?"

Uncle Wayne shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It makes him look younger and you melt; the Munsons have both had such difficult lives, and where Uncle Wayne is full of anger, he is only ever kind... life lessons he has imparted onto Eddie, whom makes his dad proud every single day. You had told Eddie once that he was living up to the Munson name, and before that flash of indignation and confusion turned into hurt, you had listed all the ways you see Uncle Wayne in him, and Eddie had lit up like a Christmas tree. It is one of your most treasured memories.

You take advantage of the rare moment offered to you by the world after such an awful nightmare and cuddle into Uncle Wayne, pressing your face into that red and blue flannel you love so well. He hums and presses his lips to your forehead, not exactly giving you a kiss but the sentiment is the same. Eddie rolls so that he is cuddled into your back, his nose pressed into the nape of your neck. Uncle Wayne's hand spiders across Eddie's wrist more firmly, grasping his boy to him, and Eddie tilts that same hand palm up so that he can hold his Uncle's wrist, too. The Munsons feel each other's heartbeats pounding firmly underneath skin and it soothes the both of them more than anything else in the world ever will.

You smile into the articial darkness afforded to you by Uncle Wayne's chest. "Ask your dad when I'm asleep, Eddie. Don't wanna relive a third time."

"Wh - how did - I didn't even say anything, sweetheart." Eddie's voice was bemused and you grin, somehow managing to cuddle into Uncle Wayne and pull backwards into Eddie at the same time.

"Didn't have to - I can hear you thinking over there."

"Wondered what that burning smell was," Uncle Wayne playfully wrinkles his nose and the three of you share quiet laughter, marvelling at the power of being able to laugh even when one of you is coming down from an experience of visceral terror.

You burrow down once more, nosing into Uncle Wayne's flannel to get as close to him as you physically can, and Eddie follows you across the minute space left between you so that you become the cheese toastie you have mentioned wanting to become this night and, truthfully, every night. The two people you love most of all surround you now, keep you safe from harm even and especially from your own mind, and you fall asleep to the persistent but gentle vibration of Uncle Wayne's voice through his chest as he begins to tell Eddie all about your nightmare, four arms tightly around you. The scruff of Uncle Wayne's facial hair tickles the top of your head and you feel Eddie pressed tightly against your neck, his heart pounding there. You feel Uncle Wayne's slower and steadier one against your front and you emit a sleepy sound which gives both Munsons pause, one look of fondness and one look of nothing but love on their faces as they look down at you.

Uncle Wayne finishes relaying your nightmare to Eddie and the younger Munson winces with a muttered, "jesus christ" as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "no wonder they couldn't calm down."

"Sure as hell seems like they found peace now, son," Uncle Wayne's tone is gruff, his words, tender heart and eyes kind, "how about we join 'em?"

Eddie nods and squeezes Uncle Wayne's hand; this is not the first night the two Munsons have fallen asleep holding hands and it sure as shit won't be the last. Oceanic blues and chocolate browns blink tiredly at one another and then close as all three Munsons find comfort, safety, security and love with one another.

Just as it's meant to be; the three Munsons against the rest of the world.

POSTING THIS LINE OF TEXT BECAUSE TUMBLR KEEPS EATING ENDINGS???

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8:11 Questions+Answers Pt.2

Got behind again:,D Thank you all for the questions and support though! I hope these don’t disappoint!💙✨✨✨🦭

General Characters Asks;

I’m SOOOO behind on these asks, I apologize to you anons😭💙 But thank you so so much 2nd anon! I love rambly asks, so no worries💙 Thank you for supporting BOTH versions of the game, and liking it! I am honored and I hope you enjoy the sequel; and Gabriel’s next upcoming content then! Thanks again!

For anon 1; hahahaha, I love that! What a cool dream......... I would love to try making such a thing in real life...... but no idea how to structure jokes into four-panels......

But it would be really cool! Newpaper comics and the like were some of my biggest drawing inspirations as a young kid. It would be so nice to give it a go:)

I’ve thought about it, and, sadly no 💔 I’m incredibly busy, especially as of late due to family tragedy, and my health makes it hard to be online all the time.

I’m a mod for one discord server my friends made, and, I do a terrible job at being a mod. I’m never online and just don’t check in with servers, sorry! But I can always happily promote a fan one👍✨

Hmmm......

There’s a small linkage to this. To be honest there was an grand, but old concept for this; but I might drop it as it doesn’t really impact the story in a positive way (as I see it). Or maybe I’ll continue with this, and see what I can do with it in the future.....! Maybe I’ll surprise myself, hahaha. Let’s find out!

But in general it was used before to signify angels, or death’s presence. I don’t know if I like this as I didn’t really use it for every angel in chapter one. For fun, this is what the map looks like when Gabriel and Vittorino talk and the static occurs. The Basilica walls change, and some angels appear.

Hmmm..... oh boy. I think there were a few changes, so I will attempt to remember, but I believe I changed;

Gabriel’s co worker plot line: Meh. It’s a good excuse for him to get to the Basilica. But it’s not so heavily talked about anymore. She is most likely just dead, or missing, and Gabriel can now use Vittorino to help regain his memories. Gabriel’s past overall has done a lot of last minute changes; I think all for the best.

Gabriel’s age: I made him younger. Just to look more helpless and you feel sorry for the guy.

Vittorino and Gabriel dialogue; Vittorino is meant to be ambiguously-taken by the audience when he meets Gabriel. You can decide to trust him, or not.

Accardi and Vittorino’s dialogue in Act 3: I believe I changed some things when they talk about Dante. The old version, I believe, there were indications that Accardi knew who Dante was? He still does for the updated full game, but, now with V2 he claims he can’t remember specifically just Dante’s appearance/face. Lots of face imagery here hahaha

Lots of little details I believe; like what notes Ryker found and such.

The static noise. Also is the reason why in the demo; Leon told Ryker to ignore the static noises; and why it’s not in the full game now. I really just didn’t care for that concept, and wish to use something better.

In the future, if given the chance; I would like to re-make the town and the townspeople. In general just change NPC outfits, way of speech, beliefs, etc. to really give the town a stranger feeling and making the player feel so out of place.

Hmmm..... sometimes I throw an intentional curve ball. Sometimes I don’t give a yes or a no to not spoil the future fun. And yet, I have also deleted some asks that said too much. I try to delete outdated asks but I’m also just..... not online much and forget to go through my archive, hahaha^^;

Off the top of my head; nothing was spoilered in my answers, but, a lot of people ask me about “how will X character react to Accardi being outed as a cannibal?”

Well.... I’ve already decided to change someone’s reaction. I think this will be fun to write dialogue for, when I’m at that scene, hehe.

To give an idea; 8:11 is has been fully written for years now. But, it’s been a struggle to create a game with my health, busy schedule, etc. as a one-man-team. So, sometimes bits and pieces of the story, or characters, change over time like I do. New things inspire me, challenge me, etc. and I like to implement it in my stories. So far, the ideas and sets I’ve made for 8:11′s sequel overall make me extremely proud, and I hope to show it sometime in the near future when completed. 💙👍💙🦭💙

Hmmmm...... only recently! As a challenge I wish to find voices in the same language characters grew up speaking (i.e, Ryker = French, Gabriel = Italian, etc.) My girlfriend actually pointed out a really nice headcanon voice someone had for Ryker, which is this video;

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I’ve shared before that I think Leon sounds like this, but, other than these two, I have no ideas yet on voice claims.

Hmmm...... I don’t know much about instruments, so, I might leave it up for fans to think about, hahahah^^;

I like to think Juliek was forced by his parents to learn violin or something; but he didn’t care for it. So he doesn’t pressure Amalia to pick up instruments if she doesn’t want to. But he loves to hear Accardi play. Maybe Susan knows how to play as well? Maybe instrument-playing is reserved for more upper class people in this world, as it sounds with above hahahaha.

Hahahaha, weeeeell...... ummm.... [weapons/guns talk below warning]

Sorry for a disappointing answer anon, but, I just like arrows! They are often in my dreams, and fun to draw, so it’s common to just see in my artwork and stories hahahaha. I’ve had practice with shooting arrows and guns; and just like them. So I like to draw characters with weapons. Nothing much to it for 8:11′s story(symbolism wise); but maybe for future stories of mine.

Yep! But I cannot say who ;) But I find the secret couples cute

I’m glad you like them anon, thank you!!

After playing Pathologic, and re-watching Twin Peaks, I really wish I developed Dakota and Wankou more. Side characters can be so fun to talk to and interact with. I hope in the future to develop them more 💙💙💙

Yep! Go ahead anon, please help yourself to any of the ADULT characters! Have fun!

Ryker asks;

Are you referring to this?⬇️

Then yes! My dear best friend @jirachi made that for me, in support of the game! I actually have it up on my wall, next to my work station 💙😭 So everyone say thank you to her! And since time is played around with in the Basilica, like loose strings, I figured it fit best there:)

He would, if you’re Ryker. If not, but you can see him, he might be alarmed (”why are you able to see someone else’s guardian angel?” he’s thinking) but if you are friendly......he can hug you. He would be so warm, yet probably smell like soil.

They certainly smell bad. They were going to take a bath in act 3, but then found Beetle in the tub instead.

Hi anon! Well.....

It wasn’t my intention, but, if you see fit; then who am I to stop you? Ryker wasn’t written with anything like that, but in general if I write a character with something; I will state it in text. (Which is why there’s so much talk about depression and anxiety disorders hahah)

Leon asks;

Hello anons! He technically had someone he was very close with, but, NOT in a romantic sense. Just a friendly way.

I’ve never written a love interest for Leon, sadly. If you want him though, you can have him. Just be gentle....

He also has no canon last name, so, you can give him yours. 👍💙💙💙

Hahaha, surprised (but glad) to hear! I didn’t think Francis would gather any fans until chapter two. Here’s some fun facts;

He was a morning person until the incident

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Yes! Francis is just spoken with in a non-human form, so, it can be tricky to tell.

Accardi+Juliek asks;

He probably had to drag them around, got dizzy, and threw up on them. What’s a few more bruises to Ryker when they’re covered in them, hahahaha.

Hannibal, definitely. Your mom is very right👍 I love Mads Mikkelsen’s portrayal of him. Other than Hannibal, Accardi was inspired by other characters like Koito from Golden Kamuy and Westley from the Princess and the Bride.

Are you referring to his pixel sprites? It honestly might have been a mistake, as, pixel art hurts my eyes 😭 I think 8:11 will be the last game I make with pixel art, as, the little details are too difficult for me to keep up with. My bad!

Hello! Yes, I confirmed it over on Twitter a while back I believe. But don’t be fooled........it’s not a long history between them, and anything about them will just be implied. Juliek just likes to fuck.

Uh, no clue, sorry anon. He’s just always had that.

Remember when Accardi told Ryker he gave stitches to Vittorino once? When he bumped his head on a table? Maybe Accardi had to do something similar with Juliek after a crazy night with the boys..... who knows....

Vittorino+Gabriel+Dante asks;

There’s no cure. We’re just going to have to put you down. Sorry.

He would chase you with an axe.

I don’t mind! I’ve never really thought about it myself.... but I don’t mind it, hahaha. Chapter two might be a wild ride though if you do ship them ;P

Dante enjoyed hunting as it relieved stress, and a way to escape from the madness at the Basilica for a moment. Though, he was never taught proper gun safety (no surprise).

🔞🔞🔞🔞Asks;

....Or in the past, possibly. I doubt Gabriel would want to do anything in a sewage area.

Hello! I am, thank you for asking! You’re free to draw whatever you want, I don’t care.

You might have to ask off anon. I don’t know exactly how to send these images, as, I don’t want to upload them on my archives 😭Just a heads up, I don’t think anything other than bare chests are shown so don’t get any hopes up👍I believe for the priest zine I only drew Leon and Vittorino.

LOOOL yeah okay, pretty funny. But we will have to see, hahha. I don’t really draw NSFW images but I can try my best.

Well.... in honor of Noda, the author behind Golden Kamuy ranking sizes.....sure. I will do that too 👍✨

Wankou (the biggest)

Dakota

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starleska · 10 months

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Beach Ken as a mint-condition boxed doll: a heartbreaking Kencanon 💔

Barbie is the kind of movie that’s going to inspire a thousand interpretations, and i wanted to play around with some of the ideas within!! don’t take this too seriously - i do think the Barbies and Kens are more like physical representations of ideas, but it’s still fun to think of them as characters 😉 spoilers for the Barbie movie below!!

so the brilliant @avatarmerida/Allisa came up with this fascinating bit of lore for Ken...that Stereotypical Barbie is not really ‘his’ Barbie, and that Beach Ken really ought to have a Beach Barbie has his counterpart. Allisa posits that Weird Barbie may well be Ken’s original Barbie, prior to her weirdification 👀 check out this behind-the-scenes picture from an apparent deleted scene:

i think this is a marvellous theory that ties up some very interesting things about Ken’s behaviour in comparison to the other Kens, and especially why the other Barbies and Kens seem to be quite comfortable with one another (even if the other Kens also felt rejected enough to follow Beach Ken on his patriarchal bender). we get a lot of Ken’s inner workings and self-loathing in a cover of a song he sings to Barbie, ‘Push’ by Matchbox 20:

'Said, I don't know if I've ever been good enough I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in And I don't know if I've ever been really loved By a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's got to give'

here we can see that Ken’s deep-seated insecurity isn’t a recent development: he isn’t sure that he has ever been good enough. he makes references to never feeling like he’s been loved ‘by a hand that’s touched me’...this supports Allisa’s idea that Ken has never been played with, or was/is neglected in some way compared to the other Barbies and Kens in Barbieland. i wonder if the ‘rustiness’ he’s referring to is actually his capacity for intimacy.

if we run with Allisa’s idea of Weird Barbie being Beach Ken’s Barbie, we have to ask: is Ken intellectually cognizant of ‘his’ Barbie being missing, or does he experience this void in a traumatic kind of way - a deep, sinking, emptiness in his gut? the way Ken’s jealousy manifests makes me lean towards the latter, especially with the way that the Barbies and Kens are largely ignorant of how they relate to the dolls that humans play with. here’s a related thought: isn’t it curious how Weird Barbie, the Barbie who has arguably been played with the most, is the one who knows about the human world? this connection seems consistent: the more Stereotypical Barbie was thought about/’played with’ by Gloria as an adult, the more aware she became of the human world. if we take that bit of canon and work backwards, we have to ask...what would happen to a doll who has been played with the least - or was outright neglected? let’s take a look at some more lyrics from ‘Push’:

‘Said I don't know why you ever would lie to me Cause I'm a little untrusting when I think that truth is gonna hurt you And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me You couldn't stand to be near me When my face don't seem to wanna shine Cause I'm a little bit dirty, oh, well Don't just stand there, say nice things to me' it’s possible that not only is Ken only vaguely aware of why he’s in so much pain: he could be less aware than another Ken with a missing Barbie would be, because he has been played with the least. although the other Kens are about as insecure and dumb as you’d expect from dolls designed to be accessories, our Ken specifically seems to believe there’s something wrong with him: that Barbie hates him and that it’s down to the way he behaves or just is as a Ken. he moves from describing himself as ‘a little bit dirty’ to begging Barbie to do something, say anything that would make him feel good about himself. everything Ken does from his scary jealous-dancing to his upending of Barbieland shows off how badly he wants to be noticed. Ken isn’t just touch-starved: he’s intimacy-starved.

i don’t think this damage is interchangeable with the other Kens; as of the time of writing, it seems that Ken is unique in Barbieland for not having a Barbie as his counterpart. whether or not the other Barbies and Kens were designed to be together, or were paired together during play, it appears that our Ken is the only one without a Barbie who reciprocates his affections in some manner, or understands they are ‘supposed’ to be together. we see this in his song ‘I’m Just Ken’:

'I have feelings that I can't explain Drivin' me insane All my life been so polite But I'll sleep alone tonight Cause I'm just Ken, anywhere else I'd be a ten Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blond fragility?' those feelings that are driving him insane may not be unique to Beach Ken, but i think either the size of those feelings, or Ken’s capacity for dealing with them, is. the other Kens (notably Simu Liu’s Ken, or ‘Ken 2��) seem relatively well-adjusted (for Kens) until Ken returns with knowledge of the patriarchy. perhaps it’s because we are supposed to focus on Beach Ken’s emotions, but it does seem like our Ken has a disproportionate amount of self-loathing, anxiety, arrogance, and a desire to be loved. why is he like this compared to the other Kens? well, i think that our Ken has the wrong end of the stick. he believes that there is something wrong with him - that he is dirty, defective, or broken in some way - but it’s actually the exact opposite. i think that while his counterpart Barbie - Weird Barbie - was played with and loved a great deal, that our Ken was kept in the box, and has never been played with once.

what would happen to a doll in Barbieland whose self-esteem and understanding of relationships hinges on the way, or how much, they’re played with? when i say i think Ken is a boxed doll, i don’t mean a collector’s item; i’m inclined to believe if he was, he would be able to feel that love the way Barbie could feel how she was played with. i think it’s more likely he’s still boxed, and was forgotten about and never opened. doesn’t it make sense that Ken has so much rage and self-hatred whilst looking physically ‘perfect’, whilst Weird Barbie is more than content despite her body being so physically altered? there’s nothing to suggest that a boxed doll couldn’t exist in Barbieland, but i wonder what that would do to a doll’s psyche...we’re having a real Toy Story moment 😭 hell, we could take this a step further! the emotionally volatile, restrictive, stunted aspects of Ken’s personality could be down to his never having been played with. this could be why our Ken is so insistent that he isn’t allowed to be on a certain part of the beach. this could be why he considers himself ‘fragile’. this could be why Beach Ken wears his emotions on his sleeve and looks visibly more upset than any of the other Kens. self-actualisation was achieved for both Stereotypical Barbie and Weird Barbie because they were thought about, played with, acknowledged...and above all else, Ken craves acknowledgement from Barbie. he ‘only has a good day if Barbie looks at him’. when Ken tells Barbie, ‘I only exist within the warmth of your gaze’...he means it 💔

that’s the idea!! i hope i’m making sense with my ramblings 🙈 fanfic authors, fanartists and theory-makers, feel free to go nuts with this silly little notion...as much as i adore how terrible and arrogant and sexy Patriarchy!Ken is, i would love to see some stuff exploring this angst and him finally getting all the love and attention he deserves 😖💖

#barbie movie spoilers #ken #gosling!ken #beach ken #barbie #barbie movie #starleskatalks #long post

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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 6. Liar.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! I have been feeling 💔 real poopy lately so i might . Take a break. 😔 If i do i will announce it on another post :( i want to keep writing but honestly I’ve been real blegh and I think i’m nearing burn out. Anyways i have nothing else to say rn so. Enjoy! :D

Edit: so sorry if y’all saw the draft that posted in the morning . 😭 i thought it was deleted since it didn’t show up scheduled or on my page??? Weird 🤨 anyways so sorry to those who saw it! Here’s the part! Enjoy!

Summary: You lie to Anne and you face the consequence of your action.

Warnings: mentions of feeling sick and mentions of eye contact.

You were never good at lying. Every lie you ever told was always discovered. Most of your lies were harmless. You usually lied about losing your homework or about doing a chore which you didn’t do. One time you even lied about your dad’s robe being cool. You told small lies that didn’t hurt anyone. Except the robe one that one definitely hurt your dad. Usually your lies never hurt anyone, they were small and they were harmless.

Until now… Now you were lying about having never met the druids most wanted enemy. You looked Anne dead in the eye, and you told her a druid took Khaan. You told her a druid whose name you did not know found you in the forest. You told her he took Khaan, and gave you your new mare to make the ride home. You felt guilt set deep in your stomach when Anne smiled at you. She believed you… She believed you were telling the truth. She believed you were being 100% honest with her. She believed you because what proof did she have to back up that you would lie to her?

The leader believed, but her friends didn’t. As you told your story Lisa, Linda, and Alex gave you looks that told you exactly how they felt. Lisa asked you “what was his name?” You repeated that you were too busy making your way out of the forest to ask any questions. Linda asked, “how did you keep the bridle?” You said he had a halter on hand, and when you saw it you asked to keep your bridle. You added that it was too cool to let him take it. Alex asked, “why are you at the docks?” You told her you were walking around in hopes of finding the group. Anne’s friends did not get to ask you any further questions because Anne spoke.

She told you she was sorry about Khaan. You gave her your best fake sad look telling her that it was “okay” and that he was in “good hands.” At least that part was true. You listened to her as she told everyone that since the mission was over it was time to go back to Valedale. Now you were riding side by side with Anne. You felt guilty for lying to her. Really, really guilty so guilty you felt like you were going to be sick. Your only comfort for how you were feeling was your mare. She neighed at you, and she nipped at your pants. She could feel how you were feeling. It did not take a magical bond for her to feel how awful you felt.

You smiled sadly at her giving her a pat on her shoulder which earned you another neigh from her. She was the only horse making noise. All the other horses were quiet. Just like their riders they too were highly suspicious of you. You had an awfully familiar scent of smoke. The scent and your mood only made their suspicions worse. If only their humans had a good nose like them. Then they would know exactly who you were hiding from them. Ever since you left Goldenhills you had all been riding in an uncomfortable silence. That was a full day ago.

The silence was slowly killing you. You were getting closer to your home. You were in the heart of Hollow Woods. You really wanted to ride back by yourself, but Anne said she had to deliver you. If she let you go alone and you got hurt Avalon would never let her hear the end of it. He would surely have her kicked out of the Soul Riders for not keeping an eye on you like she said she would. She couldn’t lose you again. When the silence became too much for you, you asked Anne if you could change the pace from a walk to a gallop.

Luckily for you she accepted. Now you were all galloping through Hollow Woods. When you saw Valedale show up in the distance you let out a sigh. You could not wait to be home. You couldn’t wait to order a pizza, sit down with your dad, and forget everything that happened. Some stuff was good though, so you decided to forget most of it but not all of it. You all slowed your horses as you rode into Valedale. You looked down at your mare giving her a big smile, she let out a whinny.

“You’re going to love Valedale, girl!” You didn’t know if the mare had a name, so you were just calling her girl. You did not see a tag on her bridle like the one Khaan had on his. Did Sabine even name her? Your mare let out a snort. The long ride had drained most of her energy. You comfort her by saying “we’re almost home girl.” When you made it home you got off your mare leading her into the little walk-in barn that belonged to Khaan.

Your dad bought it pre-built. It was set up quickly so Khaan would have somewhere to rest while he healed. Now the walk-in barn belonged to the mare. She stood patiently as you took off her tack and you groomed her. She relaxed as you brushed her mane. After she was all brushed you gave her hay, water, and some treats. She thanked you by licking your hand when you held out the treats. You said goodnight to her, and you headed home holding your licked hand away from you.

You walked inside, and you saw the Soul Riders in the kitchen. You thought they had already left. It looked like they weren’t planning to leave anytime soon since your dad was making them something to eat. It all started with them in your kitchen and now it ended there too. Your feelings had changed though, you went from anger to guilt. What an awesome change. You decided to join everyone for dinner, but first you had to wash your hands.

You laid down letting out a sigh as your sore muscles tried to relax. It was nice to be back in your bed. Nothing beat being back home in your own bed after a long trip. Your dad stood at your door. He smiled warmly at you, and you smiled back tiredly. “Goodnight” he said in a whisper. You replied to him with “goodnight dad” your volume was a bit louder than his.

Your dad gave you a nod before gently shutting your door. When his steps went quiet, and you heard his room door close you sat up. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand. It was charging, so you had to be careful not to pull on the cord. You opened up the contacts app, and you looked through it. You were really sleepy, so the screen looked like a blurry mess. It took you a while to find the number you wanted.

You pressed it being careful as you pressed the text icon. It was dangerously close to the call icon. You definitely did not want to call the owner of the number. It was late at night it would be rude to call her even if it were by accident. Your phone took you to the texting app. You watched as the little text bar flickered as it waited for you to write a text. You thought about what to write. You did not want to sound super formal… You also did not want to sound too informal… You thought it over for a bit.

When you felt like you came up with something good you started typing. ‘Hi! Meet in Everwind? Saturday?’ it was Wednesday so Saturday was two days away. You felt the text was good because it was short and straight to the point. You felt it was too lame and a bit mysterious, so you added a :) and you also added who it was from. You sent the text, and you put your phone back down on your nightstand. You were about to lay back down, but you were stopped by your phone buzzing. You looked at the screen seeing it light up. A text containing ‘sure’ with a thumbs up and a horse emoji flashed across your screen.

Ty for reading! :D while editing my wifi suddenly went down and everything i had on here was . Deleted. Thats it thats my last straw i am never writing again 💀.

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinessoxreader #sabinessofanfic #annevonblyseensso #lisapetersonsso #alexcloudmillsso #lindachandasso #avalonsso #mentioned >#khaansso #sabinesso #ssofanfic #honestamente creo que voy a borrar mi cuenta .#sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔

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I used to write for nct but then I stopped because of an incident with a really mean nct author on tumblr. It's been a year now and I've been having ideas. So I decided to write again but for skz this time.

It's not going bad, my posts get 100 notes ok average which is good considering it's barely been two weeks. I get likes and reblogs which I'm thankful for.

Thing is, I rarely get asks and when I do, it's something that upsets me. I never called myself a writer. I just share my random thoughts.

It's like when you're walking on the street and you think "hmm imagine walking here with jisung". That's what I write. I don't know what's so bad about it that makes someone go "oh why don't I send an ask on anon and point out that it's bad"

It doesn't ruin my day sure but it's discouraging.

I don't know what to do starlight 💔

My love ☹️ I’m so sorry people are being so mean ☹️ I’ve gotten my fair share of hate on here (like death threats for writing about a threesome is a little excessive don’t you think 😒) but these are just losers at the end of the day with nothing better to do than hate on others!! People love to sit on their high horse and judge others for their writing when they don’t even write themselves, so what are they even gaining from it? Nothing but fleeting joy from putting a stranger down. That’s literally it. The best thing to do is just delete stupid asks the minute that you get them. Don’t sit there reading them over a million times, don’t give them more weight than they are worth. Just let them find something else to do when they realize you won’t entertain their silly little game and keep writing whatever makes you happy. Promise me you won’t give up your hobby for some lowlife people who don’t want you to succeed! It would make me so sad if you gave up your passion to let haters win. They don’t control you, only you do 🫶❤️ I love you and I’m always here for you !!

#anon <3 #ask

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aajjks · 5 months

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ouch 💔

BC!JK

wow, that hurt.

another shot to your feelings and throwing something back at him, you just nod your head and say “you’re right.”

you head to your room and pack all of your things, your clothes, your toothbrush, everything. you fold the clothes jungkook gave you that one night and put them on the made-up bed so when he comes to maybe clean the room, he won’t have to worry about them.

you throw on a pair of shoes, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas and just leave without uttering another word to jungkook even leaving sage behind.

funny thing is, you never asked for him to understand you. you never asked for anything, really but that’s what you get for not listening your first thought and checking into a hotel.

all you said was that he was wrong for tossing his feelings onto you like that but you don’t expect him to be considerate because he never had to be.

“this isn’t high school, oh yeah? if this isn’t high school then why the fuck are you acting like your shoe size?! i never knew ambushing someone with your feelings was a good thing. you’re so fucking inconsiderate, jungkook. FUCK YOU!!” you scream in your car after throwing your belongings in your backseat. you left out that deep breath you’ve been holding and start your car because sitting in his parking lot just has you pissed off.

you decide to head to the nearest hotel that’s closer to your job and although the check-in is expensive, you’re hoping by the end of this week you’ll be out of here and in your new apartment.

“danielle?”

“hey girlie!! what’s up?”

“can you come over?”

“uh oh…what’s wrong?”

“danny….i just really need you here. i just need someone to hold right now”

“i’m coming. you’re at jungkook’s right?”

“no. i-i left. i’m at a hotel now”

“why are you at a hotel?”

“i’ll tell you when you get here. i’ll send you my location”

“okay. i’ll be there soon. love you”

“love you too”

⏭️⏭️

“what?!!!”

“yeah”

“that’s called emotional dumping y/n. that’s when someone unveils their feelings without awareness of the other person’s emotional state or needs”

“he said he wasn’t expecting—“

“it wasn’t right, y/n! you’re going through a breakup and if he’s been through one then he should know how long it takes for a person to be completely over their partner. it hasn’t even been a week and..oh my God that just pissed me off. i can’t believe him. first eunwoo and now jungkook, why does the men in your life suck?”

you shrug before bringing another spoonful of ice cream to your mouth.

“he’s right about one thing though, eunwoo has changed and you can’t sit here and wish on stars waiting for him to come back to you, y/n. you have to move forward. i’m sure eunwoo loves you but now you have to change your perspective and love yourself”

“you’re right and maybe jungkook—“

“fuck no. i said ONE thing. everything else was just uncalled for. you’re going to move on and guess what? you’ll be loved by a real man who doesn’t kiss you without your consent”

“thanks danny. i really needed this and you know what? i don’t need either of them. i’m going to get over eunwoo and i know i’m going to love myself”

“and i’ll be right here whenever you need me. i’ll be the shoulder for you to lean on, the ear when you need someone to listen, and the arms in case you need a hug”

“i love you so much”

“and i love you too, girl. always”

that evening, you and danielle began looking and calling landlords that are willing to let you rent out an apartment within your budget and you began to feel your spirits lifting again.

reluctantly, you deleted all the pictures of you and eunwoo in your photo gallery, changed your home screen and lock screen, and guess what? you impulsively (very impulsively) bought a cute pomeranian puppy and named her stormy because of her black and brown fur.

⏭️⏭️

“oh there he is!!!!” says jihye as she pulls her son to the living room “jungkook, meet soojin. she’s a model and doesn’t wear shitty coveralls”

He just wanted to cry in his room, bury his head into his pillows and curse you out, but yet he is here at his parents home..

Against his will, really.

And his night has just gotten a lot of worse because soojin is standing right in front of him, along with his dear Mother. “Ahhh I know her.” he rolls his eyes, why the fuck is destiny doing this to him?

He still hasn’t forgotten that she is the reason that he doesn’t have you in the first place, what the fuck is she doing here? He has no idea.. “mother… I don’t want anything to do with her. Can you tell me why I’m here?!” he can’t help with the way his tone is getting sharper and sharper with each word he lets out.

You left him and soojin is trying to come back in his life- and it looks like that his mother will let her, “ I don’t care if I am being rude. I don’t want anything to do with this bitch.”

If anything he has taken from his mother is… every bit of her negative attitude and blunt personality, Jungkook is so fucking depressed that all he wants to do is smoke weed so he can get his mind off of you because alcohol isn’t helping him enough.

You are still in his mind, you even left Sage… that broke his heart even more. “No no no. I don’t want to marry anyone right now and I don’t want to date anyone.”

He crosses his arms across his chest, “you know who I want Mother? And if you can’t give me her- I don’t want anything to do with the girls you show me.” it’s not like his mother can help him get you once again.

What is he going to do?

#ask: bc!jk #why the hell do I make my characters so dumb?#WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO? 😭#and soojin is here… plus his damn mother

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 2 years

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There are no happy endings. Just hurtful goodbyes and a disappointing life to follow the moments that were meant to last forever -xxwritemeastoryxx

I can't even begin to explain how grateful I am for all of my followers. From those that joined me at the beginning, to those that are just joining, and everyone in between, thank you for being here. Thank you for reading, encouraging, and supporting what I do here. Without you guys I would have left some time ago.

Tumblr is and will probably always be a hellsite that hardly ever works in my favor, but I try as much as I can to keep a positive attitude even though there have been several moments of wanting to throw in the towel. But I learned that it was okay to post and write at my own pace without stressing myself over it. So thank you for being understanding of that as well.

But enough of that! Let’s get to the real reason that this celebration is happening.

This Blog Turns 4 on September 29th!

The first thing I ever posted here on tumblr was a two part fic helping me to work through grieving the loss of a family member (It’s cringe beyond belief and it’s why its not on the masterlist) and found my flow with writing angst.

The pain I felt in my day to day was transferred into my writing and became as easy as breathing. The Emotional Torture Kink Club was made in the process. I’ve been given the nicknames Queen/Goddess of Angst. I’ve been ‘hated’, cursed and screamed at for the pain that I’ve caused with my writing and I don’t regret it for one second.

So here we are starting the next year of this journey and I couldn’t think of any other way to celebrate this trip around the sun. So prepare to be hurt, prepare yourself with tissues, and brace yourself for some of the emotional torment that you may experience during this celebration.

Starting September 25th up until October 8th you will be able to send in prompts for Drabbles and One shots, as well as send in some asks that are anything and everything that have to do with Angst. Below the cut is everything you will need for this celebration. I look forward to celebrating with you guys in the upcoming week!♥

The most dangerous lover is one who greets pain with a smile. -r.m. drake

Before we dive into the fun stuff, lets get a few things out of the way. Asks/requests will be accepted until October 8th at 11:59 PM PST. I will be working on them throughout the celebration as well as after since things may take time. I work and at times I am very drained from that. So please be patient. Some things are easier to get out than others.

You can send as many asks as you’d like to. There’s no limit. You can be anon or not. Your choice! But before you send anything in, Please keep a few things in mind!

-I have written and posted for characters in TVDU and MCU. I’m willing to branch out and try to write for other fandoms and characters. However there are some shows/movies that I have not seen and wouldn’t be able to write for. Don’t hesitate to ask if you are unsure!

-Please Please Please be sure to include any triggers that you’d want me to avoid in your asks. While the aim is to emotionally torture you with heartbreak and death, I would never want to push your boundaries in any way!

-For the sake of Minors, please note that there will be nothing in terms of smut and can be read by all. However some topics may or may not be brought up. Please read what you feel comfortable with.

And lastly, Have some fun!

It's strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise -sara teasdale

Angsty Q&A

💣 - Hardest part to write for _insert Angst Fic_?

🥀- I share a snippet of an Angst fics I'm working on

💔- What fic hurt you (the reader) the most and I'll give some BTS/deleted scenes/thought process for said fic.

🪦- If I could write a death scene for _insert character name_ how would you do it? But you can't use/do _insert scenario_.

⚰️ - Cast your mutuals as __fill in blank but Make it angsty__

✉️ - "Dear John" letters. I shatter your heart with a letter from a character. You pick the character and reason (unless you want me to) and I emotionally torment you with break ups and heart aches.

😢 - I'll recommend my favorite Soul crushing Angst Fics

😭- I'll tell you the fic that hurt the most to write.

☠️- Angst Playlist. I'll list 5 songs I listened to on repeat while writing a fic of my choice

🩸 - Gif it. You send an Angst inspiring gif and I write a drabble with it.

To this day, I still would choose the angst over something easier, when I really don't have to. -Jane Lynch

Make It Angsty Prompts

Send a Character and a Prompt, I write the fic. Choose Wisely. This will only end in heartbreak.

Please note: Maximum prompts per ask is two(2). While there are no limits on how many you can send (because I can’t really stop those that are on anon) Please be considerate and allow others to send something in as well! Be patient! Writing takes time.

1. I'm sick of missing you when you're right here.

2. Tell me I’m wrong. Say it. Please.

3. Oh my god, you love her. And she doesn’t love you back. How perfect.

4. You made me think I actually mattered.

5. I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking.

6. You say this every time and I'm starting to realize that you never mean it.

7. Did you ever realize that you were hurting me? Or did you just not care?

8. I should be hurt. I should hate you. All of the signs have been there in front of my face and I chose to ignore them.

9. You knew? You knew and you did nothing to help?

10. You started this. The least you can do is finish ripping my heart out by telling the damn truth.

11. I used to beg you to do this with me. But I guess I just wasn't the person you wanted to do it with.

12. Did you ever love me? Or was my feelings a part of the game to?

13. I hate you. But I hate myself more for letting this go on for so long.

14. It's like I can't breathe anymore. And all I want is to breathe normally without feeling as if I'm dying all over again.

15. If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!

16. "We'll get through this." "We both know only one of us is making it out of here."

17. You killed her! She was the only person I ever loved and you killed her!

18. Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show. I’ll be gone by sunrise.

19. Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.

20. The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.

21. At least look me in the eyes as you say it. That way you can watch as you break my heart.

22. "It was never supposed to be you." "Then who was it supposed to be? Because I'm the one that's standing here instead of them."

23. It's okay. I always knew there'd come a day where you'd do this to me.

24. "I can't do this." "You have to. It's the only way to get back to them." "If I do, I lose you." "Oh baby, you never lost me. I've been here the whole time."

25. Pick your own prompt! Just Remember it must be something that could be used for angst

Song Prompts

1. Surrender -Natalie Taylor

2. Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin

3. Hold On - Chord Overstreet

4. Can You Hold Me - NF

5. Already Gone- Sleeping at Last (I prefer this version more than the original)

6. Grand Piano - Niki Minaj

7. Drowning - Chris Young

8. Die From a Broken Heart -Maddie &Tae

9. Say Something - A Great Big World

10. Wrong Direction - Hailee Steinfeld

And sometimes I want it all to fall into ruin. The world, the stars, the entire cosmos into a heap of nothing. A discarded dream, a used up plaything. All battered and bruised and empty like me.

Upcoming Fics

Starting Sept 29th I’ll be giving you guys a week of angsty fics. While I would normally list them here in this section, I’m gonna leave that as a mystery. Mostly because I’m constantly changing things and the line up could change between now and then. But just know you’ll be needing tissues that week.

I look forward to seeing your asks and requests! Thank you guys for being here with me for this journey and I can’t wait to see what this next year brings us!

#xxwritemeastoryxx turns 4 #4 Year Blogiversary #4 years on this hellsite #Angst celebration #Make it angsty #Back to the basics #The Vampire Diaries #TVDU #TVD #Marvel Cinematic Universe #MCU #Fanfiction #This will only end in heart break #Come Celebrate with me #Angst Writer #Angst fics #Angst fun

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shinwhoohoo · 2 years

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People always said Jinyoung hurt b1a4 but what if Jinyoung also feel hurt towards b1a4 and wm. He was so confident said he still b1a4 members, he was so confident that b1a4 can comeback together as 5 but then b1a4 started unfollow him, even the three also unfollow him. b1a4 and wm started to ignoring Jinyoung "presence". They act like they don't know who is Jinyoung 💔

I mean, I've spoken enough about my feelings and why I feel that way, and a lot of us here have always felt similarly. I think there are legitimate reasons why we feel more inclined in thinking that way towards Jinyoung vs. B1A4.

So normally I’d just link back to all my other asks about it, but since I don’t think I ever summarized everything into one ask I’ll do so below, to just give an idea of why you see more people say that about him.

I mean, up until their last comeback, he was still reassuring fans that BANAs did not have to worry about the ‘7 year jinx’, which clearly was not the case since he left lol. And him leaving was fine, he’s allowed to leave the group. But it would have been nice if he wasn’t maybe so outwardly vocal about B1A4 staying as 5...

...which brings me to the next point. Despite this, I’ve also always said that I can understand why Jinyoung felt the need to keep talking like this. I’m sure he felt trapped and didn’t want to make fans upset so early on, particularly if he wasn’t 100% sure at that point if he was definitely going to leave. But, it is clear that by the time he did know he wanted to leave (and proceeded to do so) he clearly did not communicate that with CNU, Sandeul, and Gongchan. And their initial reactions, and what they have come out to say about it following the split, shows a lot of shock, pain, and hurt. And that’s not cool.

Jinyoung clearly had LINK8 in the works for a while, considering how quickly he ‘joined’ the company that seemingly came from no where, as its first and only artist.

Within like, two months of the split, he was already doing solo fanmeets (which let’s not forget, was titled ‘Fly More’, something that definitely seemed to almost hint at B1A4′s old moniker of ‘Let’s Fly’). Not to mention he had his own light sticks for his fanmeets, t-shirts for LINK8 and J.Ground (his own personal studio, already set up), etc.

Jinyoung has made (at least publicly) no attempt at any communication with A3. Now, I know you made a point to bring up about A3 and WM ignoring Jinyoung, but at the end of the day, he’s the one that left lol... and seemingly under not so transparent circumstances. So I’d argue that it would be more expected for him to rebuild that bridge. But instead, we see him seeing other friends off to their military service, getting food trucks for his other colleagues or friends he’s worked with, etc. Baro, on the other hand, we have at least seen show some support to the members’ instagrams, and with comeback related posts.

Jinyoung himself has also flat out said that he’d do a reunion, but because it would be what the fans want. Which, idk, you’d think if he was that confident as you say, he would also mention maybe because it’s something he would want as well? Not just something to appease the fans?

And to me, the most recent and honestly most damning thing that really seems to go against the whole ‘oh Jinyoung still wants to be in B1A4′ is the fact that at some point fairly recently, he deleted his instagram post he originally made right after the split was announced. Why would he take down a post where he mentioned about fans keeping their faith in B1A4 promoting as 5 and how someday B1A4 would come back to them as 5 if he truly still believed that? Or wanted it?

There’s certainly more than just these particular examples, but I think some things may start to bleed into more opinion territory and I do want to try and avoid that.

But basically, I don’t believe at this point in time, Jinyoung is particularly concerned in ever promoting back with B1A4 given the above points. And I don’t think A3 particularly care anymore, either. I think enough time has passed now (I mean, it has been 4 years!) that both parties are doing fine going their separate directions. And I think that’s the most important thing-- that B1A4, Jinyoung (and Baro!) are at peace and happy with where they are now.

#B1A4 #jinyoung #cnu #sandeul #Gongchan #shindeulchan #baro #ot5 #link 8 entertainment #j.ground #fly more first fanmeeting #wm entertainment #dingo #text #ask #reply

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onlyjaeyun · 8 months

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I sent you an ask about the Jay smau, idk if you got it, since tumblr just hasn't been sending some of my ask, I know you said you were gonna not answer one since it gave you ideas, which I know the one I sent started with something about us all sharing braincells and talked about the bff could sabotage y/n, and how Jay might respond and all once him and y/n are together. If you didn't get it, you could let me know and I'll try to resend it.

Also to reply to the other ask I sent you, I feel like NCTzens are either amazing to writers or so toxic. Like I once did an MTL that was an ask and it was who would like a thicc s/o and I put Taeyong like in the middle, and I got so much hate, someone spammed my inbox with like 40 messages saying Taeyong would never want a fatty, and they made like 10 fake accounts to comment on all of my NCT mtls to share their opinion, and I just had to delete most of my NCT MTLs and block like 20 accounts. They were so mad that I said Taeyong would probably want a an s/o that eats well, they felt the need to attack me so badly, I quit writing MTLS for NCT after that. Then I would have people in my asks complaining about me not doing them anymore, and it's just like I wonder why; you ask my opinion and then when I say Johnny would love a girl with a fat ass you attack me since it's not want you wanted me to say. I've been in a lot of fandoms, and I'm lucky most I've been don't go out of their way to attack you for a varying opinion or disliking something, but NCTzens it's just like where do you get the audacity.

I feel like they would probably think I'm some weird and be all ew p*d0 or something, but I'm just such a mom friend it's just like if you are younger than I and we are interacting, I now view you as my child nothing else; but it's just easier to avoid talking to them, since people always immediately assume the worst, which I don't blame them since there are so many weirdos on here. tbh it is, like I see no age anywhere or like even an age range, like just put 18+ or 21+, just let me know you are legal, otherwise I run the other way and hit that block button with such speed, it could rival Usain Bolt; since I just immediately assume minor that doesn't want you to know they are a minor. The same is for people who write smut about minors, when they themselves are not, even if they didn't know the age of the idol. Like I saw someone the other day that wrote Niki smut and someone messaged them saying 'he's a minor', they full on said "omg I had no idea, he looks like he's 20" and like this is why we can't have nice things, at least they deleted their stuff, but still immediate block.

the czennie fandom part: YES. i feel like czennies on here just overdo everything like calm tf down and if you dont like certain type of content just..dont read it? its honestly so sad bc they used to be my ults but i also had such bad experiences in that fandom it's heartbreaking. ive been so much more cautious and careful with what i post ever since and i feel like a lot of fellow former nct writers feel that way. its just so difficult to deal with it all bc you do it as a hobby and to kinda escape the real world and boom, hate and negativity everwhere. i'd never go back to writing for nct for that sole reason only. im so sorry you had to go through that baby, i know exactly how disheartening and demotivating that can be 💔

about the whole age thing: FULLHEARTEADLY AGREED. i think with a fandom this young its super difficult to find a good balance but im honestly glad most of us older engenes think that way and so far most younger ones have been super respectful (tho i did have to block a few minors bc they interacted with my nsfw content) i still feel a lot more comfortable than i did in other fandoms. the thing is, atp if a 05/06 liner happens to write smut about an idol the same age i just close both eyes and block them bc who am i to tell them what to do yk? yet not knowing an idols age you write for is kinda ???? nah, dont fw but deffo get your other points. also i lit felt the mom friend part so hard bc same (more like older sister friend) but im genuinely afraid creeping out younger engenes bc i dont wanna seem like im being a weirdo 😭

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flowerslut · 11 months

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random/general/personal fanfic rambling + whining beneath the cut ♡

sometimes I think to myself: "lmfao I have such a tiny audience!!" but not in a self-deprecating 'oh woe is me no one reads my stuff' way. more like a "hell yeah I can do and say whatever the fuck I want because no one is looking in this direction anyways" which is just.... so nice???? and not entirely true but true enough that twilight has been my most peaceful fandom experience in a long time (despite still being Hated by certain fandom niches lmfaoo 😘)

like I often forget that the twilight fic I write has the least amount of interaction overall in comparison to literally Every Other Fandom i've ever been in. which is SO funny. even my unfinished dbz fic from forever ago has more hits than most of my twilight fic combined (the curse of being a jalice girlie 💔) which is also lowkey nice as hell because I don't have bratty teenagers and weird middle aged men in my comments/reviews/ask box bitching that "SaSuke wOULD NEVER—" and I can live in relative peace now 😌

but then that post saying "post the difference in hits between your most and least viewed fics" gets put on my dash again and I spend at least 20 minutes each time looking for someone with a comparable difference (SOMEONE TO RELATE TO YOU KNOW?) and out of the 5 or 6 times I've done this I've found ONE person. ONE!!! which just reminds me of how often I forget that although I can be a rando who flies under the radar here in twilight I will Not Be Afforded that luxury when I eventually go back to n*ruto. just look at how comical it is to look at my goddamn ff stats page. and yes, these two are listed right next to each other bc it's an alphabetized list, which just further emphasizes the absurdity in my different fandom 'audiences':

(it goes 'Word Count' -> 'Chapters' -> 'Reviews' -> 'Hits')

so its a weird feeling to be in a more niche, smaller fandom (largely by choice) and then seeing people constantly bitch and fucking moan about how their content doesn't get the hits it used to. or how they wish their numbers were higher. and instead of being like "these are personal, internal issues I must work on" they're like "ITS NOT ABOUT NUMBERS ITS ABOUT RESPECT" while they're BITCHING about wanting their numbers higher????? like bitch make it make sense! just say you're vain and want more hits/kudos! this is the worst part of being a part of the larger tumblr fic writer community because it's so insufferable to see

like yknow those popular posts that go around saying "Ummmm it's an UNSPOKEN RULE and always HAS been to ALWAYS leave a kudos and ALWAYS leave a comment even if you didn't enjoy the fic 😌💅" it makes me want to laugh in their faces. because I don't know what delusional circles you run in to think you're entitled to what you deem is 'adequate attention'?

"but fic writers spend hundreds, sometimes thousands of hours on—" and no one is making them do that. fic writing is a hobby.

"it's discouraging to get no engagement on fic—" then reexamine why you're writing and maybe take a break from the internet

"some fic writers are trying to establish an audience so when they switch to ofic or traditional publishing it'll be easier—" if this is a strategic business choice then either get into a bigger ship or fandom (hp/marvel/etc) or change your strategy dude because this is not going to work the way you think it will

"seeing so few kudos/hits makes me want to delete everything some days—" again: reexamine why you write fic. if you're doing it for external validation then there's a bigger issue at play here. if no engagement affects your mental health you really need to take a step back

and I will always understand wanting acknowledgement for the hard work content creators do. it feels really nice to get a kind comment or a bunch of favorites/kudos/whatever. but the tumblr-popularized mindset of "your readers OWE you for what you've provided for them" has skewed so far off from the original "fandom is a community" and into a weird "fandom has a hierarchy that we are attempting to enforce" mindset and I can't fucking stand it dude!!!!!

I wouldn't consider myself a fandom veteran because there are so many people who have been around far longer than I and who have seen some worse shit than I have, but over the past ~17 years that I've spent in online fandom spaces (and ~15 as a fanfic writer) the worst part of creating in fandom isn't that "kids these days are soooo entitled" or "noBoDy kNowS HOw tO CoMmEnT ANYmoRE" its that capitalism has warped everyones fucking mindsets!! now that content creation can be monetized people are viewing the content they create as things they can charge this weird 'social currency' for if they can't exchange it for actual currency (which you can't with most fan content).

you don't get to demand that people owe you interaction for you providing a service that you were not required to provide anyways. this banker ass capitalistic republican ass energy makes me wanna scream. and like, if you DO do this (we've all read a fic on FF.net where an authors note says "no more chapters until I get at least 5 reviews!!") then stop trying to moralize it and pretend that people who DONT comment are not doing what is required of them. which, is nothing. nothing is required of them.

tldr; anyways I always feel weird about my experience in fandom and as a fanfic writer bc I don't know where my peers are who can relate to my strange experience but who also don't subscribe to this bullshit "readers OWE the writers" mindset that's becoming aggressively popularized. either encourage friendly engagement with people's content or shut up. no more of this bs "fic writers Deserve More because I'm mad my highly-niche 7k pwp only got 18 kudos" bullshit

okay love u all happy friday bye bye can't wait to work on prompts for u guys this weekend ♡♡♡♡♡

#more and more and more the tumblr fanfic community at large makes me wanna gouge my own eyes out. it's so annoying #as someone who has once received the engagement some of these people are bitching about Wanting bc they feel they Deserve it #you getting more kudos/comments/reviews/favorites isn't going to fix your wack ass energy and weird sense of entitlement???#sure you dont OWE them fic but they also dont OWE you engagement #anyways this went from fun observation to bitchfest in t-minus 5 minutes so like. oops. time to get back to schoolwork.#actually where is scarlett. scarlett where are you. I feel like you can relate to this one

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Is there a reason you don't answer a lot of asks /gen

Obviously no pressure to or anything, you're not obligated to do anything you don't want to/can't. Just wanted to check and make sure you're okay ❤️

Hiiii anon!!

I'm largely very active on @ghosttownwherenoonegoes and moderately active on @early20sfailingplenty - you'll find me on both of these blogs more often than you'll find me on this one.

I don't get asks on this blog as frequently as I used to, which is why I don't post many answers! There's 290 + asks in this blog's inbox but most of them are backlogged to a maximum of well over 18 months ago so there's no point answering them.

I'll probably just filter through any asks sent during the last three months & anything sent in by friends and delete the rest. It's unnecessary stress and I already got plenty of that.

Thank you so so much for checking in on me, you're very sweet and I really really appreciate it, and you🥺💗 I'm so sorry if I've worried anyone by not answering asks or speaking much here. I'm just... out here fighting for my life between going back to university and studying a high intensity high workload course full of stuff I've never studied before, a physically demanding job which is always at the front of my mind and eating me alive. Even when I'm not on the clock, I'm still having to be fully aware and in touch with my workplace because of the industry I work in, living in a house with bad parental relationships and other stuff I won't go into, and trying to make sense of all this shit. My days are 5am - 11pm and it STILL feels like it's not enough, like I'm not enough or trying hard enough, etc., and I'm always stressed, always overwhelmed, always on the edge, but I'm trying. And I'm so sorry I've been so quiet.💔💔💔

Arthur's staircase never ends, does it? But step step step...

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xmorguekittyx · 9 months

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{originally written by me under xxbattykittyxx but i deleted that account so we are reposting it here🖤}

Minors dni 18+

no triggers that i know of

Sad fic 💔

𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢.

The hair that pressed against the back of his neck laid perfectly down with aqua net. The Family Video uniform crumpled and wrinkled in places, from where he took it off and immediately threw it in the floor once he returned home.

My heart ached as I watched him converse with Nancy Wheeler. He held onto her soft fleshy hand as he walked around the store, showing her the new releases as I stocked the returns we had for the day.

The sun was at its highest peak as the rays cast into the small video store. I couldn’t help but watch them. His hand ghosting over her waist as she passed in-front of him. His soft smile as he looked down at her soft face. Nancy Wheeler was everything I wanted to be and more.

Especially, she was Steve Harrington’s.

But so was I, once.

“You know you can get Keith to give you the 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙, right?”, Robins voice calls to me as my hand picks up yet another vhs tape. “I- uh, why would I want to do that, Rob?”, I ask her has my eyes dance along the full cart. This would take me a while, the casing of 16 Candles staring up at me as I turn away from her to walk down to the teen section.

She wouldn’t let me go like that, though. “Because you’ve been eyeing them since she came in.”, Robin leans against the row of movies as I part the vhs already sitting there, laying the tape between two other copies. “I’m merely looking for customers needing help.”, I sigh as I turn back to her, her arms already crossed and an eyebrow hitched at me. “Thats totally not what you’re doing. You’re moping.”, she says as she watches me walk back to the cart. “Maybe you should help me put up tapes and not judge my love life, Ro.”, I sigh again. I was over today, my head ached and all three of us didn’t need to be here right now. It was a Tuesday.

“I’m not judging, I just-“, she sighed, “I know you’re hurting.”, she says as she grabs my upper arms and stops me from returning another tape. “I’m not hurting.”, I laugh as I look up at her. “Why would I be hurting?”, my throat tightens as the burning starts. “Im not hurting, Steve decided he wanted her instead, that’s his decision. He broke up with me.”, the tears start to blur my vision of her as she pulls me into a hug. “Talk to Keith. Steve never works the night shift. You’ll never have to see him again.”, she says as she squeezes me harder. My arms wrapping around her back as I squeeze her tighter.

“I’ll talk to him.”, I cry as I dig my face further into her neck. “I’ll finish the tapes.”, she says as she pulls away from me. Her fingers reaching up to straighten my hair back out, fixing me up. “He’s in the office now.”, her sad smile mirroring mine. I reach up and swipe the tears from my eyes as I brace myself to talk to Keith. “Okay, I’ll be back.”, I tell her as she gives me a small thumbs up.

The red door, bright against the plainer walls. I rap my knuckles against the door as I hear him rewinding tapes. “Come in.”, his voice is lazy, probably because we’ve been here a good while already. “Hey, are you okay?”, the first words from his mouth as I open the door. “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.”, I say as I grip the uniform pants, sitting in one of the ripped up upholstered chairs. “I had something to ask you.”, I say as I feel my chest tighten. “Hit me.”, he says as he relaxes back into his rolling chair, propping his head up with his arms and his feet up on the desk. “Is it possible if I can swap to the night shift?”, my heart was racing, I wasn’t sure if this was what I wanted. What if I didn’t want this? “Oh, I see. I can try and work that out. Is there anything going on?”, his feet drop from the desk as he leans forward to get closer to me. “Oh, no. Nothing like that. Just want a change of rhythm, I think.”, my mind was racing as I tried to come up with something. “I’ll work it out, just let me know if you ever want a shift change. Night shift isn’t the greatest.”, he gives me a concerned look as he eyes me up and down. He could tell something was off, Steve and I were usually so close and worked very close together. It hadn’t been that way in weeks since the breakup.

I found letter of secrecy between the two. His efforts to hide them weren’t the greatest. They were simply laid across his desk in his bedroom. I felt my heart break again as I remember the moment I read them. “Thank you, Keith.”, I say as I stretch back up. “You’re welcome.”, he nods before going back to rewinding the tapes.

I take the uniform vest off to reveal my black t shirt. “I’m about to head out Robin!”, I shout to her as she worked on finishing the last of the tapes. My shift had dwindled to its end as I punched out my card. “I’ll call you later?”, she asks as I turn to see her wheat colored hair pop up from over a shelf. “Yeah.”, I lazily reply as I scan the store. My eyes landing on the one thing I didn’t want them to. Steve’s brown puppy eyes stare into mine as he wiped down the counters. I can’t tell what he was thinking but at this point I can’t care to figure him out. It was his decision to see Nancy behind my back, he decided to shroud himself from me after breaking up with me. My heart ached to see what I assumed was regret before I remember his look at her earlier. They were in love, there’s no denying or changing it.

*ding*

The bell to Bennys was drowned out by shouting, the pouring rain and the sound of sizzling. I scrubbed my shoes on the mat as I scanned the restaurant for a seat. I had decided that after yesterday, I needed to get out of the house and not just to go to work. I rarely did anything for myself since the break up. I didn’t know how to do things by myself anymore, every time I wanted to do something I had Steve by my side.

My eyes stop on a sight I never wanted to see again. Steve’s hand was raised with a French fry between his fingers as he fed it to his lover, who in return scrunched up her nose as she wiped her mouth after biting it. The sizzling and shouting quieted as the only thing registering in my mind was their laughter.

“You gonna take a seat darling?”, I hear Melinda ask as I gather myself and turn toward her. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, I got distracted.”, her pitiful look didn’t help. Bennys was the place Steve and I would come on date nights. “I’ll get your usual, honey.”, she gives me a sad smile before turning back to the cook as she shouted my order to him. My feet dragged me to the corner booth, my bag being dropped in the seat next to me as I laid my head in my hands.

He had to bring her here, the place that was ours? Where else did he take her that was ours? Flashes of her in his bed, his arms, his passenger seat, everywhere that was mine crawl to the back of my mind. The stinging in my throat angered me. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want to think about this anymore. He disposed of me as if I was nothing.

My eyes move and linger on Nancy, her perfect smile, her skinny frame. Her delighted look as she watches Melinda bring her a milkshake. Chocolate milkshake, with chocolate shaving. That was my order. A dejected sigh leaves my mouth before I can stop it. My hand going to play with the bracelet around my wrist, it was the one he had given me on our first date. Why I still had it I had no idea, I’d worn it so long I just never got around to taking it off. For once, I wish I could just understand what made her so special. What made Nancy Wheeler so special? Was it her charm? Her smarts? Her whit? What did she have that I never could? The answer was clear as I looked back over to Steve, his finger swiping a bit of whip cream before wiping it across her nose. Her face turning into one of shock and then joy. Maybe it was her lips, I wished I was him for a moment just to kiss her lips, to figure out why she was the one and I wasn’t.

Melinda returned with my food and a disheartened mood. “I was always rooting for you, two.”, she says as she lays a loving pat to my shoulder. I’m sure she meant it in good nature but it was the breaking point for me. I slapped a $5 bill on the table before gripping my bag and walking out of the door. I collapse against the brick as I felt all the anger and sadness well up. My hands coming up to my face as I felt the salty tears drop from my eyes. I had to take one more look, I had to force myself to see. I side stepped to see the inside of Bennys, Steve held another fry up to his mouth as she spoke something I couldn’t hear.

My hair was soaked and my tears quick as I watched him smile and laugh. It’s like he doesn’t even care he hurt me. My tears flow heavier as I catch his brown eyes with mine. His mouth gapes slightly as he sees me, I’m sure I looked like hell. My hair sticking to my face as my mascara ran down my face. His face dropped and he turned again to face Nancy, my heart collapsed then and there. He really didn’t care.

Why wasn’t I good enough for him? I needed to move on, after all he’s why I had decided to take the 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙.

Leon x Reader coming out in a few days 🖤

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #stranger things

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