#and double so when you're saying this to people who have lost their friends family and homes to this genocide

[fromtheseventhhell]

"But what's going to happen if Trump gets into office???" He's gonna do the exact same things that Biden is currently doing and spineless liberals who have been defending him like they're getting paid for it are only going to have an issue cause it's the "bad" party doing it

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Go for his brother part 2

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

username1 DOUBLE BETRAYAL 😭

↳username2 wdym bro wtf Arthur is just getting his karma, he CHEATED on Y/n with her best friend

↳username2 and Y/n only got with his brother after the breakup

username3 It's so crazy to me how not long ago Y/n was with Arthur at Charles' race and we could see them all lovey dovey and now she's with Charles 💀

username4 I hope they actually like each other and it's not just something Y/n schemed to get back at Arthur

↳username5 And even if it is, so what? Both Leclercs deserve this if she's doing it for the sake of revenge

username4 What did Charles ever do to you 😭 he's a literal pookie

username6 I am BEGGING to find out Arthur's reaction

username7 I wanna see this on Drive To Survive lmao

↳username8 The most interesting thing in the whole season lol

username9 Exactly! Men driving in circles? Nah, fuck that, give me family drama

yourusername The Art & The Artist

view all comments

charles_leclerc I took way more than these 2 pictures, should post them all

↳yourusername some would get me banned🤭

username1 MY OH MY

username2 What did she say 😐

username3 I'm jealous but haven't decided if I want him or her

username4 Arthur better not read this comment section (I hope he will)

francisca.cgomes Thanks for blessing my eyes 🫶

↳yourusername You're welcome bestie🫶

username4 it's so nice to see Y/n found a friend who won't steal her bf

username5 You can't be sure, it's Charles Leclerc we're talking about. You think he wouldn't go for his best friends' girlfriend who is now his own girlfriends' best friend after pulling what he's just pulled?

username4 ngl girl I got lost in whatever you're saying

yoursister In your iconic girl era ❤️

↳yourusername I slayed didn't I 💅

username6 Honestly guys I believe it's not just a revenge scheme

↳username5 What makes you think that?

username6 Given these pictures and the pictures from the gossip page they look pretty much happy to me, too happy for it to be fake

username5 Whatever you say, we'll see. They have to get tired of pretending one day

exbestfriend Glowing ✨🩷

↳yourusername 😐

↳francisca.cgomes 😐

↳yoursister 😐

↳charles_leclerc 😐

↳pierregasly 😐

↳georgerussell63 😐

↳carmenmmundt 😐

↳alex_albon 😐

↳lilymhe 😐

username7 Y/N AND HER COMMENT SECTION ARE ICONIC 😭

↳username8 I can't stop imagining them having a gc and she sent a screenshot of her ex best friend's comment like "you know what to do, guys" 🤣

username9 I just know Arthur is screaming crying throwing up because LOOK AT WHAT HE LOST

username10 Lol who's next? Toto Wolff?

arthur_leclerc My favorite love story is ours ❤️

view all comments

exbestfriend So happy we found each other ❤️❤️

username1 💀

username2 Alright they both have the audacity

username3 your love story is cheating on Y/n lmao

username4 Imagine they have a kid one day who'll ask mom dad how did you meet lol

↳username3 I'd be EMBARRASSED

username5 They deserve each other tbh

username6 Hey but... What if this pic and Y/n's pics were taken on the same day...

↳username7 wdym

username6 Arthur wanted to keep and eye on his ex and his brother from afar 😭

username7 it's terrible but possibly true lmao

exbestfriend I'm so sick of people judging us

↳username2 That's what you deserve, the both of you

↳username4 when actions have consequences:😮

yourusername Back at the paddock ❤️

view all comments

username1 At least she didn't downgrade right?

yoursister You guys look so good together

↳yourusername Thank you 🫶 ily

↳charles_leclerc Yes we do 😊

↳username2 Y/s/n never commented anything like this when Y/n used to post with Arthur😭

lilymhe It was nice catching up with you when the boys were playing

↳yourusername maybe next time you and Alex could come over so the boys can play some video games together

username3 Pls they're just two single mothers bonding over their toddlers being besties😭

username4 I NEED TO KNOW IF ARTHUR WAS THERE

↳username5 You crazy? Ofc he wouldn't have come, he's too scared of confrontation

username4 Okay but then what if one day Y/n and Charles get married? Will Arthur just skip his brother's wedding?

username5 I think some time will pass before Charles decides to settle down. And not with Y/n, that's for sure

username6 Why not? Y/n makes a much better couple with Charles than she did with Arthur

username5 Charles would never take her seriously lol she dated his brother, Charles is just having fun with her while letting her have her moment

arthur_leclerc Are you wearing the dress you wore on our first date?

↳username2 SHE'S WHAT?????

↳username3 wtf are u doing here

↳yourusername Maybe...

username4 Mother keeps slaying 😭👏

username7 I aspire to be like Y/n fr

alex_albon Lily said we should have a double date

↳yourusername Let's do it then @/lilymhe @/charles_leclerc when and where

arthur_leclerc I just wonder when will you get bored of this

↳yourusername Bored of what exactly? Going to races? You know I've always enjoyed looking at cars go vroooom

arthur_leclerc You know what I mean

arthur_leclerc Of pretending to like Charles just to prove me some delusional point

yourusername You really think I'd waste my energy on that? It's a funny coincidence indeed, but I do like him actually

arthur_leclerc Mhm sure I give you maybe 6 months more, can't keep pretending forever

charles_leclerc A family gathering & the morning after

view all comments

username1 OH GREAT HEAVENS

pierregasly Now that's something none of us expected

↳username2 bro speaking facts

username3 They said fuck you Arthur you'll get a proof we're not pretending😭

username4 Well at least the family already knew her

↳username5 Pascale liked Y/n so much she said girl you have my blessing no matter which one u marry

username3 Guys do you think Arthur was there? You know, it's a family gathering, so he had to be there, right?

alex_albon Charles settling down wasn't on my bingo card this year

↳lilymhe Neither was it on mine but I love it

francisca.cgomes Girl you realize there's no going back now? 😂

↳yourusername I hope so😜🫶

arthur_leclerc I still can't believe how disrespectful you both are

↳charles_leclerc Look who's speaking of being disrespectful

↳yourusername stfu arthur maman literally had to kick you out of the party

username3 The way it used to be "Thurthur" and now it's "stfu arthur" 😶

username2 at least the "maman" is the same right

username5 I feel like Pascale likes Y/n more than she likes Arthur

username7 wtf guys PASCALE HAD TO KICK ARTHUR OUT OF THE PARTY 😭😭

↳username8 That's crazy, imagine how's the wedding gonna look like

carlossainz55 Getting engaged after a few weeks? Is she pregnant?😂

↳username9 Not funny

username10 Chill that's just millennial humour from back when pregnancy outside marriage was a disgrace

↳charles_leclerc We've known each other long enough to make this decision 🫢

carlossainz55 Valid point

arthur_leclerc But for majority of this time she was my girlfriend

charles_leclerc On which you cheated

arthur_leclerc @/yourusername did you use me just to get to Charles? Was it your plan from the beginning?

↳yourusername Sure because I have nothing else to do lmao

↳yourusername We've talked about it yesterday arthur, don't start again

arthur_leclerc I just still can't believe Charles would do something like that to me

yourusername And half a year ago I believed you wouldn't have ever cheated on me

charles_leclerc I said it yesterday and I'll say it again, Arthur I will always love you as a brother, but you messed up big time, you can't be mad at us

[leth-writes]

lost boys x reader

This is the first time I've ever written for these characters, so tell me if anyone wants more!

Summary: You're going to die. Shame your friends had to die alongside you.

Warnings: discussions of gore and murder.

it was a hot, muggy day, and you were going to die.

You’d only wanted to go out with your friends, maybe spend some of your hard-earned allowance on candy and carousel rides. You’d never meant for it to be this serious.

The day, or evening, rather, had started off normal enough. You’d gone on the roller coaster a couple of times, eaten some cotton candy and won some rigged carnival games, and you and your friends were sitting, enjoying the free music coming from the concert. It was a sax player tonight, a man without a shirt and and a chest covered in oil, though the crowd was reacting as though it was the most intense rock concert they’d ever heard. The cheap lights twinkled, lighting up the night sky with bright, neon hues. Laughter and chatter filled the humid air, the boardwalk filled with people.

Santa Carla was the murder capitol of the country, but you’d never thought you’d find yourself in real danger. You’d always thought the only people at risk were people without a place to go and the various tourists that trickled through, people who wouldn’t be immediately noticed upon disappearing. You had convinced yourself that the mysterious disappearances were nothing to be concerned with, as had everyone else in the normally quiet town, and your parents had finally relented to letting you stay out late with your friends. The 5 of you were sitting on the ledge by the stairs to the beach, drinking in the atmosphere and joking around; the current topic of discussion was the crush your friend Cindy had on some boy from school, Freddy.

“I’m telling you, there’s just something about that boy that’s so…” She paused, licking her lips deviously, a glint in her eye, “delicious!” Lara, a brunette with thick, curly hair and large glasses, rolled her eyes. She looked off into the distance, staring out at the shoreline and watching the waves disappear into the night, merging with the sky and creating a watercolor of stars. “You say that about every guy that catches your eye, Cindy. Maybe you should slow down and wait for a while?” She asked, still staring into the distance, eyes vacant and cloudy. Cindy laughed, throwing her head back, large earrings clacking. Various people in the crowd in front of you turned at the noise, surprised to find such a small woman practically doubled over.

“You need to have some fun, Lara, don’t be stuck-up!” She continued, smiling so wide her gums were visible, framed by her bright pink lipgloss. “I’m not stuck-up, just busy!” Lara defended, fighting a smile. Tamara turned from where she’d been comparing nails with the last of your group, Amy, and gently nudged Cindy. “hey, don’t tease her, Cin! She’s just focused on school, you know how smart she is!” Tamara sighed, exhasperated.

“Yeah, Cin, she’s the only one who’s getting out of this town when high school ends!” Amy picked up. Tamara and Amy were practically inseperable, being old family friends, and practically all agreed. Well, except for the Todd Incident, which you officially weren’t allowed to talk about.

“Well, Fred is cute,” you hedged, trying to prevent an argument before it escalated and got you all kicked out. Cindy was known for her loud voice, afterall, and you’d rather not get a lifetime ban from the boardwalk, the only place with any sort of entertainment not designed for sticky 5 year olds.

“Well, not everyone can be so picky, hun!” Cindy laughed, luckily not taking it the wrong way. It was true, though it stung slightly; you hadn’t ever really been interested in boys, not the way your friends were; even Lara had had more experience than you, and she’d only had one boyfriend! Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to so much as look at the local population… The boys were so immature, you felt like you were babysitting, not going on a date! Not to mention, most were only interested in sex, not long-term relationships, like you wanted. While you knew Cindy was happy, and you were slightly envious she seemed to have such luck with boys, you just knew that you two were different. It didn’t bother you anymore, though you’d been convinced you were broken as a child for not seeing what the others were talking about when Johnny Park had caught every girl in your grade’s eye. You knew that you’d find someone eventually, or at least you hoped you would, but for now you were content with your friends and the entertainment offered by romance flicks.

“I just thi-” You began, only to be interrupted by the loud roaring of motorcycle engines.

All 5 of you turned, shocked, as a group of boys rode down the boardwalk on their bikes, laughing and shouting as people were forced to jump out of their way. “Holy shit,” Cindy breathed, popping her gum, eyes locked on the bottle blond at the front of the pack. “Jesus, they’re gonna hit somebody!” Lara gasped, hands flying up to clutch her face in shock. “I hope they hit me,” Cindy responded, eyes glazed with want. Amy lightly smacked her arm, chiding her. Still, she wasn’t to be deterred. “We need to talk to them,” Cindy continued, once again biting at her lip, this time a more serious expression on her face. “You look like you’re going to jump someone,” Tamara interjected, looking slightly nervous. Cindy just wagged her eyebrows in response, breaking the tension and causing the 5 of you to break into peals of laughter.

“Jeez, Cin! I thought you liked Fred?” you joked, nudging her in the ribs with your elbow. “Well, Fred can wait!” She said, determined. By then, the group of boys had pulled up to the ledge across the railing from you, parking their bikes and lighting their cigarettes. There was something almost ethereal about the boys, 4 in total, all clad in leather with hair mussed to rival an ‘80s rock legend. Maybe it was the way their sharp edges blurred in the twinkling boardwalk lights, the warm lighting casting them in shades of gold and white as though they were angels. You couldn’t help but admit that they shared some resemblance to the feathered creatures of myth.

The frontmost boy was… at first glance, average height, bottle blond mullet framing his face in choppy waves and light beard just starting to accentuate the sharp curves of his face. He glanced up from his cigarette and made eye contact with you, icy blue eyes locked onto yours. For a second, the sounds of the boardwalk faded away and the lights dimmed, casting his face in harsh shadows; you could swear he smirked, teeth elongated into sharp fangs, brow bone warped and jutting out. Then, in a blink, it was gone, and the only sign of the vision you’d had that remained was his slightly too sharp smirk.

The tallest boy, the brunet, was clad in a dark jean jacket, sleeves pocked with leopard print, exposing his bare, toned chest. His skin was a touch darker than the others, and his shaggy hair swung around him as he shook it out, looking almost akin to a shampoo ad. You couldn’t help but stare at the muscles as they twisted under his skin, bunching and pulling taught. Your eyes snapped up and you blushed as his own dark chocolate ones met yours, mirth clear in his face.

The boy next to him, head thrown back in uproarious laughter, seemed to be the wildest. His hair, also blond, was shaggy and teased so big it practically enveloped him, and his wild smile exposed sharp canines tinged slightly with… you weren’t sure, though it looked slightly red. Lipstick, maybe? He wore beige pants and a fishnet shirt, slightly covered by the decked-out and ripped leather jacket accentuating his lithe form. He looked graceful, almost dancer-like, in the soft glow of the evening.

The final boy was the shortest, hair twisted into cherubic curls, and had one arm swung over the shoulders of the long-haired wild blond. the two were practically howling, doubled over, slightly obscured behind the front two.

All in all, the group was… intoxicating. You couldn’t help but stare, and judging by the silence of your friends, you knew they were doing the same. Catching your eye again, the bottle blond clicked his tongue and said something to his friends, who all immediately straightened. Then, they began sauntering over, walking in a pack like circling predators. You couldn’t help but feel like prey in the jaws of a lion.

“Oh!” Lara squeaked, pale face flushed the same shade as Amy’s hair. Tamara and Amy just silently nodded in agreement, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious at the sight of the boys approaching you.

Finally they reached you, forming a loose semi-circle, boxing the 5 of you onto the ledge. You were trapped, though it seemed you were the only one conscious enough of the situation to notice.

“Hey there,” the shaggy blond started, though he was quckly shushed by his shorter friend. The bottle blond inhaled sharply, then grinned devilishly. “Hello… we couldn’t help but notice you all looked lonely,” he began, making intense eye contact with Cindy. None of the boys were even looking at you; were you that unlikeable?!

“I’m David, this is Paul,” he gestured to the shaggy blond, “Marko,” the curly haired boy, “and Dwayne.” the dark-haired boy making sharp eyes at Lara. Cindy quickly introduced the 5 of you, though you noticed that the boys didn’t take their eyes off of the respective friend they seemed to pick. You should’ve taken that as a sign.

Throughout the rest of the night, none of the boys seemed to spare you a second glance. They took turns going off with your friends, who each returned looking satiated with mussed hair and clothes slightly skewed. None of your friends seemed to notice you sulking in theh corner, content to pair off with the boy that had decided they were their target for the night. It was lonely, and you found yourself staying slightly on the edge of the group. They chatted and laughed, but you were stuck in the corner on the ledge by the bikes, completely isolated. you spent the night staring off into the distant shoreline, contemplating just leaving, though you convinced yourself to stay to ensure your friends stayed safe. Or maybe because you were jealous, though you’d never admit it. Finally, a couple of hours into the merging of the two groups, David paused in his discussions with Cindy. “Hey, why don’t we all head to somewhere more… quiet?” He said, smirk ever-present on the chiseled plains of his cheeks.

“Ok,” Cindy breathed, seemingly wanting to go back to chatting with him, or more likely making out with him, as soon as possible. You sighed, seems like you’d be finding your own way home toni-

“Hey, you can ride with me,” Dwayne said, cutting off your internal pity party. At that moment, it seemed your friends remembered your presence, as they all rushed to get you to agree. You might as well go, just to ensure their safety…

So, you agreed.

One slightly awkward ride later, and you all found yourself staring into the entrance of a cave, water crashing harshly against the base of the cliff. It was dimly lit from the inside with a variety of candles, it seemed there was no electricity in the desolate cave.

“A-are you sure this is the right place?” You questioned warily. The boys just laughed, and Cindy huffed impatiently. “Come on, worrywart! We’ll be fine!” She sighed, pulling you inside.

If you thought the outside was intimidating, the inside was warm, though it looked like it had been ripped from a painting of a bygone era. An old fountain graced the middle of the room, large draped fishnet fabric separating areas of the space. There was debris everywhere on the floor, coating the space in a thick layer of dust that prevented you from being able to see its real color. All you could do was hope you weren’t stepping on any faultlines.

The boys filtered in, bringing your friends with them as they did so, scattering around the space. You found your way to the beatup couch, taking a seat across from where Paul was sucking a hickey onto Tamara’s neck.

“Well, I think it’s time for a drink!” David crowed, plopping down in the wheelchair next to the fountain. Light cast his face in harsh shadows, hiding parts of his expression from you. Still, you got the feeling he was looking directly into your eyes.

“Ow, you’re being a little harsh there, Paul!” Amy cried, and you turned to look- only for a splash of warmth to hit your cheek. Where she’d been sitting, cuddled into his lap, she was now splayed across the edge of the sofa, neck bent at an odd angle and face twisted. Her chest deflated with a soft sigh, and her eyes went glassy. Her body was limp, limper than you’d ever seen her, normally so full of life. Blood pooled in her neck, and Paul shot you a wide grin, fangs now coated.

You screamed.

And you jumped back.

And you bumped into someone. You whirled around, and there was David, face coated in blood. Just over his shoulder, you could see Cindy, her arm yanked out of the socket. Her pretty face was twisted and contorted in pain, and tears streamed down her cheeks, now ruddy from her fear. She was clutching the limb tightly to her chest, rocking slightly. It looked as though she’d been mauled by a bear, arm bleeding heavily and chunks hanging limply by a thread. She let out a short scream, and then Paul was on her. You couldn’t see her after that.

From the other side of the fountain, you could hear Tamara crying, harsh sobs filling the air. Lara had been thrown, her body lying limp where Marko was drinking deeply from her neck, head lolled to the side and eyes looking unblinkingly at you. You couold tell she was dead.

Then, David was blocking your view, and your entire world narrowed down to him. His harsh icey blue eyes locked onto yours, and it was like you forgot how to breathe; all you could do is stare at him, not even trying to run. It felt like you weren’t in control of your body.

“Drink up,” he whispered softly, hand gripping your chin and bringing an ornate wine bottle to your lips. Against your will, your lips parted, allowing the spiced red liquid to enter. It didn’t taste like wine, an oddly thick mixture, though you had no idea what it could possibly be.

The other boys cheered, now standing in a loose semi-circle behind David.

When you finished drinking deeply from the bottle, David kissed the remainder off your lips, so soft he barely brushed your lips with his own, plump and warm. “sleep,” he said, and you were gone.

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || nine

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

a/n: sorry this is short.... i rewrote this 3 times and i keep forgetting what i wrote. fml. genuinely omfg.

warnings: fat-shaming, insults, violence

if you thought that this was the end of Chae-young's antics... you were very wrong.

"wonwoo-oppa~" x100

wonwoo had never been this annoyed in his life. during the whole event, he stuck by yn's side the whole time but chae-young wouldn't stop trying to approach him. finally...

"please leave me alone."

"sorry? wonwoo-oppa please speak up!"

"I said, leave me alone. please! it's very irritating to have you follow yn and i everywhere! leave us alone please!"

chae-young lost it.

"WHY HER? WHY YN? SHE ISN'T EVEN THAT PRETTY! SHE ONLY LOOKS DECENT NOW BECAUSE OF HER MAKEUP!"

heads turned towards them as chae-young's husband tried to pull her away.

"I have the face of a model. and i am one. why is it her? yn is fat and ugly! she was overweight at one point you know? do you really want to be with a slut like her?"

"oh so i'm a slut?" it was wonwoo's turn to hold yn back. "what about you huh? trying to seduce my boyfriend while you have a HUSBAND?"

"how else did you get people to buy your ugly paintings and "art"? i wouldn't be caught dead with those crappy paintings in my house!"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU FAKE BITCH-"

yn broke free of wonwoo's grasp and slapped chae-young in the face. (much to the delight of a lot of her relatives)

"HOW DARE YOU!" chae-young of course retaliated and scratched yn across the face with her nails, drawing blood in lines across her face. she then used her heel to stomp at yn's arms.

"CHAE-YOUNG! THAT'S ENOUGH!" her husband's sudden outburst shocked everyone. "please. stop embarrassing yourself. stop embarrassing me. i think i've had enough. every day you put people around you down because you want to look better. you abuse your position as my wife and you treat me like shit. i think... i think i've had enough. you're ungrateful to everything and just spoiled."

"this isn't about you, Jaeho. this is about m-"

"it's never not about you. let's get a divorce. maybe then you'll get the attention you yearn for."

after that, yn's parents and Chae-young left, begging Jaeho to reconsider. Soon after, the rest of the family began to wrap up the event, sending congratulations to yn and wonwoo.

"does it still hurt?"

"not much... i'm sorry about her."

"don't apologise. it isn't your fault."

"sorry for dragging you there with me. i should have just went alone."

"it's okay. stop saying sorry."

dino burst into yn's room.

"yn... there was a parcel for you. but..."

"but?"

"there was blood leaking out from it. so i opened it..."

"what was it?"

"someone sent you a box full of dead rats. there was a note."

"what? what did it say?"

"I know you're here. yn ln. you're next."

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

taglist: join from my masterlist

main masterlist

smau socials

previous I next

tags! @fairyofhour @megseungmin @sun-daddy-yoriichi @woozixo @euphoric-univers @christinewithluv @haowonbins @ocyeanicc @asyre @cynthiaaax13 @superhoshisvt @bangantokchy @chimmy-bts @angelarin @daisawa @writingbarnes @jeonghansshitester

@belladaises @wonwootakemyheart @wonwooz1 @luchiet @kookssecret @caratsland @peachescreamandcrumble @thepoopdokyeomtouched @isabellah29 @leah-rose03 @yandere-stories @coupshour @heesbees @hamji-hae @hyuckxtagram

[herpartnerintime]

why I believe bae never ends platonic and only ends romantic

I just need to express my feelings about how I believe Bae never ends platonic and always ends romantic. Ever since it was revealed in Double Exposure both endings will be in the game, fans have begun wondering if you'll get a choice for Max and Chloe to be a couple or not. This is likely because fans saw how you get the option to say we were friends or we were high school sweethearts on the Bay path.

A lot of people actually misunderstood this as Bae dialogue even though Safi asks about blue haired Chloe - we learn more in the gameplay where we discover Max is so secretive about her past Safi doesn't even know she's from Oregon and this happens after the establishing your ending convo, so it makes sense to me Max can half truth with her - she did fall in love with Chloe in high school. But how can she explain the week that never was? It makes sense to me she'd say something like "we were in love in high school, but it didn't work out' than say "we were in love in high school and I let her die" this way she gives Safi a half truth. But I feel like many misunderstand the 'we were friends' option in that, many believe like they did in the first game you can control if Max has feelings for Chloe or not, which translates to if they'll be a couple or not on Bae and why some feel a choice will be given if they are just friends or couple on bae. This has always been so frustrating for me as someone who has played the game so many times, so many times I have lost count, and has explored everything the game has to offer, including every journal entry it's possible for Max to write. And Max's feelings for Chloe exist no matter what. You can choose Warren for the date and not kiss Chloe on the dare, you can make all the choices that upset her, and it doesn't erase her feelings for Chloe. You can't erase how Max wished she kissed her. If you don't kiss Chloe..

I would have, but I didn't like being dared like it was some big deal. Maybe I am scared. Of what? I think I'm too young for marriage. And Chloe and I might kill each other. I've never been so glad to see Chloe in my life. The second I saw her blue hair and that beautiful pissed off face, I kind of regretted not kissing her when she double dared me. Maybe if she had double dog dared me... Max has feelings for Chloe and the truth of the first game is whether or not you make your Max brave enough to act on her feelings for Chloe. Kinda like how you choose if you're brave enough to make her come out of the closet for Chloe, you're also deciding if she's brave enough to act on the feelings she has for Chloe.

Chloe daring Max to kiss her was her attempt to see if Max felt the same way she was feeling, if the signals she was picking up Max was picking up too (such as moments like "Girls of course! Girls Oh La La, You look cute with your hair soaked in Chemicals" "You would know!") If Max doesn't kiss her on the dare, Chloe is left feeling like Max doesn't feel the same way - though she still lets Max know when they talk about dating and boys nobody is good enough for Max but HER and that Max would crush on Rachel too because she's smart, sexy and sassy like me. Max even has dreams of Chloe making fun of her breast size and calling her a little girl and making out with other people in front of her. Max writes at the end of her journal if you don't kiss dare Chloe Is that the power of love... or friendship? I believe you're about to find out, Max Caulfield. She's still questioning. Even as she tries to convince herself they are more 'family than couple' she still ends her journal wondering if they are more than friends. And here's the heartbreaking part. If you choose to let Chloe die, if you sacrifice her, Max, because she wasn't brave enough to act on her feelings DOESN'T kiss Chloe. She lets Chloe die and never expresses the feelings she had for her. And so they do just remain friends. Max has to make the move for that kiss because Chloe doesn't believe Max feels the same way, as she texts Warren if you don't kiss her. So you the player have to make Max brave enough. But when you choose to save Chloe on the cliff, Chloe says, "Max.... I'll always be with you." She's expressing her love in those words, you can hear the love in her voice, she understands the act of love Max just did by saving her, and so she promises Max always. And Max says forever. And this act of love in saving Chloe answers the question, 'Is that the power of love....or friendship?" It was the power of love. And so Max and Chloe realize how they feel even if previously they didn't know. I get very upset and angry when people try and claim this is a platonic ending if Max didn't kiss her on the dare. I see it on other platforms outside tumblr. It triggers me honestly, feels homophobic to try and say this ending can just be platonic and they spend their together forever as platonic besties. It feels like "gal paling' them, it feels like Sappho and Her Friending Max and Chloe. It feels like something people wouldn't do if they were a man and a woman, but do because they're both girls. Max and Chloe have feelings outside your control. Those feelings wouldn't disappear in their always and forever, and they wouldn't spend their forever together denying their feelings for each other either. The comics went the path of them taking a little more time to openly admit to their feelings but the feelings they had existed and couldn't be resisted any longer. So there's no way they spend ten years together in denial they love each other as more than friends. That's why I don't believe there will be a choice on Bae. Because Bae only ends romantic.

[lizzieisright]

Okay just a little thing about characters in my Marvel AU: (I kidnapped Acrane women for it. Again)

Original six:

Captain America!Abby. She is untrusting but honourable, worn out already: the new world is foreign and weird and her adjustment is still ongoing. She still dresses like her time, but if Steve looked like a grandpa Abby just looks like your friendly neighbourhood lesbian. Fun fact! She had a small guy named Steve to teach her grandma computer courses. He also taught her how to not get tracked on the web.

Iron Man!Ellie. Cocky, explosive, genius. Lost her mom and Joel after a stupid fight, got angry and started building weapons because of it. After being captured and almost dying gets back into her mom's vision of Williams Industries and starts building things to help people, and because she is a fucking Ellie Williams she is as rich as before.

Black Widow!Reader. You're a Russian assassin who escaped to the US after getting on a bad side with a lot of people in Europe. Let's just say Shield missions to Europe are a big pain in your ass. You put up a polite smily front because your grim attitude is not something Americans appreciate. (Guess who will)

Hawkeye!Manny. He is just a funny guy who saved your ass back in Europe and because I wanted to have one guy on a team the same way they only had Natasha. Manny doesn't have a secret family on the side, he is just there making a little team of cold blooded sarcastic assassins with you. You don't need to smile as much around him.

Thor!Vi. Got sent to Earth for punishment and instead fell in love with the little world. She is still visiting her friend Darcy and gives her incredibly crazy love advice from time to time.

Hulk!Caitlyn. This one doesn't really make sense, but the comedic potential is good. ("How many PhDs does Hulk have? Zero! I have seven" with Thor!Vi by her side can you imagine?). Caitlyn was too curious about Abby's story and tried to recreate the serum but ended up becoming a giantess who almost destroyed Harlem. She is very awkward and nervous, and hates being lied to. Tried to get away from gamma-radiation research and went away to help the poor with her medical skills.

Now others:

Fury!Sevika. Because these people need someone with no bullshit attitude. Sevika is constantly tired and smokes so much it's a miracle her lungs work. She is tough and doesn't tolerate anyone's shit. We don't know her story and we actually shouldn't.

Loki!Jinx. It's in the name. Vi's little sister who adored her, but when the time came to choose between her and humanity Vi chose humanity. And then it turned out her hair is blue for a reason and Jinx is not only adopted but also the child of an enemy. Jinx is out for revenge. She plans to destroy Earth with everyone on it to get Vi and then destroy Asgard to get Vander. (Also the comedic potential of Caitlyn repeatedly slamming Jinx into the floor)

Pepper!Dina. The only person who can make Ellie do something she doesn't want to. Dina gets shit done and done brilliantly.

Maria Hill is now also a Coulson and gets paid double.

[atinyjules]

Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-4}

A/n: Welcome to chapter 4! For those who reached this far I thank you guys for supporting this series!

So here it iss ✨

The use of coloured fonts is to portray their telepathic conversations. Pink for Eunbi and Blue for Jeno

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Jeno's

"No. I can't. I won't." I told dad who sighed and removed his glasses.

"Jeno, your whole life I've let you do whatever you wanted and gave you whatever you asked for. Please just do this favour for me. Just this once." dad pleaded making me look at him in panic.

Why do you look so...sad?

"I'll do it. Just...don't be so sad dad." I said as he looked at me.

"You'll do it?" he asked light coming back into his face as I gave him my best smile, even though it was forced.

"But why all of a sudden?" I asked as he motioned me to sit next to him on the couch.

"All my life, I grew up hating the Na family. I wasted my whole youth trying to kill their leader and so did he. But I never realised that all that time we could've been allies and friends instead of enemies.

But we were too late as our children grew up to hate each other too. I recently met him and we talked not as enemies but as friends. We both have the same wish for peace between our gangs. Both you and his daughter are the beloved treasures of each gang so if the both of you come together, the gangs will too." dad said as clenched my fist under the table.

He's sick...I don't want to upset him further...but then again I did want the rivalry to end.

"Okay. I'll do it." I said making dad smile brightly and pull me in for a hug.

"I knew I could count on you." he said making me soften as I hugged him back.

"Now, let's go! We wouldn't want to be late to meet your beautiful bride would we?" he said making me do a double take.

"Wait...WHAT?"

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Eunbi's

The thought of marrying Jeno, Lee Jeno the dumbass. Oh my gosh, please tell me this is a dream. As I touched up my makeup in the wash room I couldn't help but clench my fist.

"Even if I hate it...the face dad made when I said yes. I haven't seen him this happy ever since..." I trailed as I looked down.

Mom left

I took a deep breath and reapplied my lip gloss and checked my hair before going out to see Lee Jeno and his father I suppose.

As he not informed? Why does he look so shocked?

"There's my Princess. This is my daughter Eunbi." I smiled and greeted Jeno's father who looked at me and smiled brightly.

"What a beautiful daughter you have. Nice to meet you, Eunbi." he said kindly as I smiled.

"Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you...and you." I trailed when I made eye contact with Jeno.

"Jeno, won't you introduce yourself to Eunbi?" his father encouraged when Jeno sighed.

What the hell is his problem? Many people wish to marry a beauty like me but here I am accepting to marry this douchebag. Can't he at least be happy?

"We already know each other." he trailed looking away when I smiled.

"We dooo~ how did we first meet again?" I pretended to think and smirked internally when his eyes jolted towards me.

"Oh, that's good to hear you're both already acquainted!" dad exclaimed as I smiled and threatened him with my eyes.

'If you don't wan't me to expose the truth, you better fucking behave in front of my dad.' I told him with my eyes.

'The fuck is your deal?" he replied with his eyes.

'Uh uh uhh...wouldn't want daddy to know would we?" I retaliate as he huffs.

"Look at them, already lost in each others eyes." Jeno's father said as me and Jeno were brought back to reality as we awkwardly laughed.

"Don't worry we were just messing with you. We're not monsters who will just let our kids marry each other like that for our own gains." dad says making us furrow our brows and look at him.

"We just need the both of you to act like lovesick fools who are deeply in love with each other to ease the tension and hopefully stop the violence between our gangs." Jeno's dad said making the both of us punch the ain in victory.

"Yes!" we said in unison making both the men laugh.

"Ah, so you two didn't want the marriage." dad said making me widen my eyes.

"Dad, no-" his laugh cut me off.

"It's all good but we just need the both of you to act as realistically in love as you can. You're brothers must never know." Jeno's dad said making me furrow my brows.

"No one except the four of us should find out. I expect this information to only be known by us. It should, under no circumstances be known to anyone else." dad said seriously as the both of us nodded.

After talking for a while we left to retreat to our respective homes for the night.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The next day came in a blink and Eunbi was peacefully having dinner when the roaring sounds of a bike greeted her eardrums.

She let out a sigh and walked towards the balcony of her dining room only for her eyes to bulge out at the sight of Jeno leaning on his bike, his back facing her.

She quickly ran in and took a grape from the fruit bowl making her father chuckle, already knowing why. Eunbi aimed and threw the grape towards the back of his head when his hand swiftly caught it without looking. He popped the grape in his mouth and turned around.

"Hurry up, will you. We don't have time." he just said and turned back around making Eunbi run to her father who was peacefully enjoying his meal.

"What is he doing here dad??" she whisper screamed as her father chuckled.

"He wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't pick you up and drop you off would he?" her father said making her groan as she left to get dressed.

After dressing up she headed out towards Jeno who looked at her and sighed.

"What took you so long?" he complained as she looked around and smacked his head.

"We will continue this at school." she said before taking the extra helmet from his hand and putting it on. She then got on the bike and wrapped her hands around Jeno's waist making him jolt.

"Don't hold my waist." he warned as Eunbi scoffed.

"As if like I want to, I'm only doing this because I don't want to fall off. Now drive." she commanded as he huffed and drove his bike to college.

Before reaching the college they stopped at a secluded area where no one could see them and he drove off. Eunbi couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the black kawasaki and its rider drive away.

"Guess this is my life now." she said with a bored expression as she walked towards the same direction with an exasperated sigh.

Let's see how baby Eunbi and Baby Jeno get through their days as a secret (fake) couple 😩✨

That's it for this chapter 💖✨

You can find Chapter 5 here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨

[natriae]

Chapter 5

<prev | next>

masterlist

2K words

Wakatoshi watched you guys run over and honestly looked startled with the speed in which the two of you came over. Isamu had been holding a volleyball and placed it gently on the table in front of Ushijima. His smile was just as wide as when he saw Sakusa. So much like Wakatoshi's it doesn't seem genuine, but it is.

"hey little guy," Wakatoshi had said to Isamu. If you'd never been in Isamu's room you'd think Ushijima was his favorite with how he was acting. Hopefully, he's just being petty because of his friend, and isn't actually a big fan of Ushijima, but that's just being hopeful. As Ushijima signs the volleyball for your son you can see him glancing quickly at you out of the corner of his eye. "so are you a big fan?" Wakatoshi questions. He was clearly trying to make conversation, but he seemed hesitant. His voice got deeper, more smooth than the last time you spoke to him. No more voice cracks. It's too sexy now. He looks at your son in way that he's trying to read him without asking to many questions.

"..no… sorry," your son says quietly. Wow Isamu, smooth. You wonder if Ushijima would have been effected by those words if he knew that it was his son who said them. He was always confident in his skills, only certain people's words affected him. Ushijima never out right said it, but he was a family man. He wanted to have kids of his own, and provide them with parents that would be there for them. Which is why it hurt so much more to leave. You didn't want to hurt him by taking his son away, and you didn't want to hurt Isamu by taking his dad away. But you were left with no choice. You couldn't guarantee that Ushijima would be there, plus now he's in the pros. Who knows if that would have happened if you stayed. "but i do think you're a great player, but MSBY will always be my favorite," Isamu said as damage control.

Ushijima chuckled a bit at your son's honesty. He looked down for a moment thinking of what to say and finally settled on. "so did you drag your sister over here to get her an autograph. Is she a fan?" Sister? is it really not obvious. Maybe it was because he saw you and was curious, but Ushijima very rarely talks that much. Good media training, huh.

"no, my mom is just here so i don't get lost," Isamu said in response. Proud that his mom was with him. Why would he tell him that though. I mean of course he would casually tell people you were his mom, but of all people him.

"your mom is very pretty. I hope you guys had a good time," Ushijima said. You blushed at his words, and looked at the ground. He always knew exactly how to compliment you. He tried to give a small smile, but it was definitely forced. He's always been monotoned, but you could tell he was sad. Did he realize that this was his son? Walking to the next team member Ushijima whispered quietly, "you left cause you had another man's child.. humm," you definitely weren't supposed to hear that, but you couldn't tell if you should be happy he didn't realize or not. He looked around the table for his pen that was resting on his ear, and that's when it hit you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was still stupid. You can say that, you dated him in highschool. He had amazing grades, but he definitely passed his test by memorizing, and not actually learning the material. Everything he learned would be gone the minute he finished the test. You're honestly surprised he made it this far. Does he have someone in his life? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Satori?

Moving on down the line you couldn't help yourself but want to correct him. No matter how upset you were at him. It's been years and both of you deserve closure. You want him to have the story straight, and understand where you were coming from. Once the two of you got to the end of the line, Ushijima began walking back to the locker rooms. Isamu was on his way to the bathroom, and it was just you standing at the double doors that connected the lobby to the gym. A small tap hit the back of your shoulder, and when you turned around a white jersey was right in front of your face. Your heart dropped to your ass. Looking up you can see his handsome face in full view. He got taller, if that was even possible, or maybe it was the fact you haven't seen him in so long. He opened his mouth once, but no words came out. He tried again and was able to get out a small hi.

"hi Ushijima," you said trying to hide your raging emotions. You wanted to hug him, and hide him in your basement(that you didn't have). You also wanted go beat him up, but give him a fat smooch over his perfect lips. Those feels were valid. He was your first love. You can hate and love him, right?

"hi, i uh i wanted to give you this," He handed you a small white paper with several numbers on it. It's his phone number, you know. It's still in your phone with his name and a heart. You couldn't bring yourself to change it or block it. His face was red and he was looking everywhere but you. Even after all these years you could still make this giant man stutter and blush when talking to you. Just like when you were 16 and he walked up to you in the court yard. Actually he sat next to you on the bench and stared at you for a minute before speaking. "you don't have to text me, but i don't know when i'll see you next," I want closure for whatever we had. You nodded at his words, and muttered out a small 'thanks'. He nodded once and walked by you into the locker rooms. Finally you can hear your heartbeating faster then normal. If you were a cartoon everyone would see it jumping out of your skin. Isamu came running up and tapped you on your spine. Startled at the tap you jumped, and turned around to just find your son's large eyes staring at you in confusion.

"you okay? you've been jumpy today," Isamu said. He was worried, obviously. Wondering why his mom was acting so weird ever since they got here.

"i'm fine a promise. My senses are just heightened today, girl stuff," you said. Not wanting to spill that you saw Ushijima, aka your ex boyfriend, aka his FATHER, and not only that but a student you barely knew in highschool is now flirting to you in front of your ex boyfriend. "i'm fine, i'm serious," you said to convince him. No you are not. Your holding your ex-boyfriend's phone number in your hand, literally. "let's go get some food," you said changing the conversation. You could see Isamu's eyebrow raise up at your statement behind his thick lenses.

The day was finally over and now you were left with your thoughts. Thank god Isamu didn't ask about you being "ushijima's girl". The long day probably made him forget. Staring at the screen of your phone, a small circlular picture of a sleeping teenage ushijima was there with his name under it with a heart. You really need to change that. The realtionship too. 'boyfriend'. You scoffed at that. It's been a decade and you still can't bring youself to change it. You look back at the photo. It was from a training camp Shiratorizawa went too. You guys were second years and he had snuck into the manager's dorm to see you. He got hit by a lot of pillows because he came over unannounced. When everyone realized he wasn't a perv they let him in, and he rested next to you. While you were telling him a story he fell asleep on your arm. His head was resting on your shoulder, and you had immediately pulled out your flip phone and snapped a quick picture of the boy. His eyes were shut and you could see his beautiful eyelashes, and the small moles on his face. The photo was such bad quality, but it held so much value to you. You wonder if he ever met up with his dad. That was the story you would tell him. You could tell he was stressed so you began to making up a story about how amazing it would be when he finally met up with his dad. He would get a passport and a plane ticket to California. Spend the summer with his dad on the beautiful university campus. He would get to play volleyball with his dad again and show him how much he improved. He would go to the beach with him and enjoy an american boardwalk. He'd get american fast food, and see the golden gate bridge. It would always brighten his mood, so it became a usual story you would tell. You hoped he was able to do all the fun things you guys talked about. Did he ever see his dad? Did he get to play volleyball with him? Did he find a pretty american girl? Did he kiss her? Did he do more then just kiss her? Did he at least use a condom? Omg what if he has Japanese american baby right now in California who he also doesn't know about. Throwing your phone down you begin to lightly smack your head to stop the intrusive thought that you definitely don't want to think about. "ugghhhh," you let out loud enough to get your emotions put, but not loud enough to wake up Isamu.

A buzz was heard from your phone now resting between two couch cushions. Picking it up you slowly turned around praying to whatever god there was that you didn't accidentally text Ushijima in your fit of anger. How embarrassing would it be to get a text from you ex that's just 'hdjskao' after a decade of not talking.

Finally flipping your phone over the screen lights up to show that you recieved a dm from none other then 'sakukiy' on Instagram. He really was stalking you huh. It's not like you posted much. Your last post was from 2013, only really updating anyone on your story, or through your tags. He was really ballsy to be dming an account that's mostly dead. Opening your phone your brought back to your contacts. Ushijima's name being burned into your eyes as you get yet another notification from 'sakukiy'. Why does Instagram have to tell the person you read their notification. Taking a deep breath you opened Instagram and swiped over to your dms. There was a now deleted account with the kanji of Wakatoshi left. He was the only person you ever really interacted with. Sharing posts you thought were funny with him, but you never realized his account was deleted. He probably has a new one now. One where he posts thirst traps…with his abs..god he probably has eight and it's probably- stop you need to open kiyoomi's messages it's already been five minutes. Clicking on the messages you see two texts.

'hey it's Kiyoomi'

'are you free for lunch sometime?'

Is he asking you on a date right now? Is this cheating. No, you and Ushijima are broken up. You have been stop feeling guilty for moving on. You haven't dated anyone this whole time. Saying you need to focus on Isamu and you have no time for love. In reality you didn't want to be hurt again, you didn't want isamu to get confused or hurt, and at this point being 29 and only having sex once is embarrassing. You're getting to far ahead of youself. He just asked you for lunch. Why not. He probably means just as friends.

'sure! when are you free' you respond.

tags: @mineta-phobic @rukia-uchiha-98 @ssc7514 @megumuro

so far who do u want to end up with?

[ailelie]

Long Lost Friends and Second Chances (Marisol/Natalia, Buck/Eddie)

This was supposed to just be a quick plot bunny but it grew.

Eddie and Marisol are discussing past relationships and Marisol very carefully mentions how she had once fallen for her best friend back in college and that that best friend had been a woman. She's holding in a flinch, waiting for Eddie's reaction, but he's supportive and not judgemental.

So she opens up a bit more and describes the best friend and how they'd just clicked. The friend took premed and philosophy courses and talked about becoming a nurse or a doctor or an ethicist or a half dozen other things. Marisol calls her Nat and then, realizing she probably went a bit overboard, rushes to reassure Eddie that she isn't still hung up on Nat. It's been over a decade since they've even talked. Marisol doesn't even know where she lives now.

And that should be that.

But then Buck invites Eddie and Marisol on a double date with him and Natalia. They arrive at the place at about the same time and are crossing the parking lot, when Marisol just freezes.

"Nat?" She breathes the name out in both shock and wonder.

"The Nat?" Eddie asks and Marisol nods.

And then Natalia is grinning and jogging over to meet them. She immediately pulls Marisol into a tight hug. "Damn, Marisol, what are the odds?" She turns to Buck without fully letting Marisol go. "You didn't tell me that Marisol was Marisol."

"I didn't know?" Buck says. He looks to Eddie for answers, but Eddie just shrugs. It isn't his place to explain.

"We went to college together," Marisol says, stepping back against Eddie.

"She used to be my Eddie," Natalia explains at the same time.

Eddie who knows a bit more of the story barely keeps from flinching. He wants to offer Marisol an out, but Natalia still has one hand wrapped around Marisol's wrist like she's afraid she's going to disappear.

They go to eat and Natalia is asking Marisol about her family and her career and how her life has gone. They're sitting across the table from each other, but Natalia keeps reaching out to touch the back of her wrist or fingers.

At one point Marisol gets up to use the restroom and Buck says, "You used to be really close, huh?"

Natalia nods. "Inseparable, but then I went home one weekend and never ended up returning. Family stuff. I had to drop out. And I should have called her or emailed, but I was stubborn and wanted to explain in person." She shrugs. "That never happened."

Eddie stands. "I'll be right back." He goes toward the restrooms and finds Marisol sitting at a high top in the bar next to the hall leading to the restrooms. Her eyes are red.

He slides into the seat across from her. "You still love her," he guesses.

"I'm so sorry," Marisol says.

"Better this happen now than in a month or more, right?" he says, trying to see the silver lining. Then he adds, "In my line of work, there are a lot of close calls. I see a lot of people think they're too late to say what they need to say. Sometimes they are. Sometimes they aren't. I can tell you this, though, Natalia keeps staring at you like she can't believe you're real."

"I can't handle it if she disappears again. It was hard enough the first time when we were just friends."

"Come on," Eddie says, holding out a hand for her across the table. "Let's give her a chance."

Marisol nods and wipes her eyes. They return to the table, dropping hands when they're close.

"Everything all right?" Buck asks.

"You've been crying," Natalia says, her eyes narrowing. She shoots a glare at Eddie, but softens when Marisol reaches out for the first time that night and places her hand over Natalia's.

"I'm fine," she says. "Just a bit overwhelmed. In a good way. I've really missed you, Nat."

"Me too," Natalia says.

They continue reminiscing about college and sharing stories about their lives since. Eddie's phone buzzes. It is a text from Buck.

Do you get the feeling we're intruding? Buck asks.

Eddie types back. Natalia said they were like us. What would you do?

That'd never happen to us.

Oh? Eddie asks. He raises his brows at Buck. Neither woman notices their texting.

I'd never disappear on you.

Eddie can't stop the smile that melts over his lips. He taps his foot against Buck's and then leaves his leg there, ankle against ankle.

I'd never let you, he replies.

Light pink blossoms over the tops of Buck's cheeks.

Dinner continues with Buck and Eddie both feeling like they're third wheels. When they're done and have headed outside, they linger in the middle of the parking lot.

Then Buck says, "Natalia, you drove. Why don't you take Marisol home?"

"Is that okay?" Natalia asks, eyes only for Marisol.

Marisol nods.

"Come on, Buck," Eddie says. "I've got you."

They part and, when Eddie turns back, he sees Marisol reach out and twine her fingers with Natalia's.

While waiting at a red light, Buck suddenly breaks the silence. "She was in love with her."

"What?" Eddie asks.

"Natalia. When you guys were away from the table, Natalia said she'd been in love with Marisol and that she had never really stopped."

"Marisol said something similar," Eddie says, confident he is no longer sharing a secret.

Buck scrubs his hands over his face. "God, what are the odds?"

"They were really wrapped up in each other, weren't they?" Eddie asks.

Buck laughs. "Yeah. Some double date. It was more like they were together and I was there with--" his words slow until the last one stays lodged in his throat.

"Me," Eddie finishes. His hands tighten on the steering wheel and they collapse back into silence. He thinks about Marisol first sharing about her long-lost Nat. He remembers the wonder in Natalia's eyes each time she reached out to touch Marisol and about how he had wanted to do the same when Buck recovered, that desire for tangible proof he wasn't dreaming.

He thinks about the myriad stories they shared and the ways their lives had once been entangled. He thinks about Buck's texts to him.

I'd never disappear on you.

He keeps thinking the rest of the ride home and through the night and the next day.

She used to be my Eddie, Natalia had declared so confidently. But she had loved Marisol and said nothing and Marisol had loved her and said nothing. He didn't want that to be his story.

Eddie thinks of his Tia's words and wonders who exactly he wants in his future, if he's willing to ever let Buck fade in importance in his life.

Then the next shift comes and Chimney asks, "How was the double date?"

"It was a hell of a first date," Eddie says before Buck can answer. He pins Buck with his gaze, willing him to understand. "I hope there are more."

Buck first looks confused, but then his eyes widen and he swallows hard. "Really?" he asks, his voice near strangled.

"Really. How about tomorrow? I bet I can get Tia to babysit."

"Tomorrow is a Tuesday," Buck points out.

Eddie raises his brows. "Do you mind?"

Buck shakes his head. "No. I don't."

Eddie can feel his smile turn goofy. "It's a date, then, Buckley."

Buck's grin is incandescent. "Better bring your A-game, Diaz." He stretches out his legs and Eddie can feel their ankles press together.

"Always."

To the side he can hear Chimney asking what they're talking about, but all he can see is Buck and all he can think about is Tuesday.

This isn't where he expected to be, but he can't imagine being or going anywhere else.

[sparxaf]

Another Day Another S6 Rant

If you're enjoying S6, please disregard. This is for the grumps, haters, and complainers among us who thrive on poking our own wounds just to re-live the pain.

Oh, Amelia. On day one, this ho had the nerve to say I was the attention seeker between us. And then made every day afterward about her. Imagine the absolute egomaniacal gall of going to a party and stopping everyone's good time dead, to announce that you met someone who made your panties damp, and then demand that everyone congratulate and toast you for it. Then, because no amount of attention is enough attention, yank your sister from the party you effectively ground to a halt, and demand that she validate your choice of panty dampener. And if she doesn't get upset, be a bitch to her until she does. Because you can't spell victim with A-M-E-L-I-A.

I know some people are having a really good time right now (Andy stans out here thriving, living their best lives 🤣), but for me, these episodes were nothing but boring filler. No actual conversations about anything fun or interesting (other than Hamish being hilarious). It was just: Grace whinges about Ozzy, Amelia apologizes for things she's def going to do again, people bring up Eliot like we were in love, and CA boys ask if you've changed your mind in the last ten minutes since you rejected them. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

The sad thing is, if you removed Amelia from the equation, this season could have been pretty fun. Especially the dumping. But because none of Amelia's drama/behavior is allowed to be resolved, it's dragging YOUR story to a halt with pointless, tedious distractions about her, a character you're not really allowed to know in any way beyond vague nostalgia.

The forced relationship is awful. It would be better if you could have started and maintained a path of either indifference, friendship, or antagonism with her. But all you get is a grey wasteland where she behaves like a complete shithead and you really have no way to address it beyond a tiny, petty emotional outburst that she promptly brushes off, and then a moment later the game forces you to act like none of it ever happened anyway because 💞SISTERS 🙄. I literally said I don't forgive her and I didn't bother saying I loved her when I left, but now suddenly we're besties again? Noooooo.

Do you know what could have been fun? If the double trouble wasn't about MC and her twin, but instead, Amelia is your estranged childhood best friend. And the relationship ended over someone you both developed feelings for. So now, you can choose the path of liking or not liking her without the manipulative "but she's family" angle. It'll be based on actions and behavior. In this imaginary season (that has actual branching), on the first day, when the girls ask about your first love, the way you answer it would determine your story with Amelia. 1. My first love and best friend fell for each other and I lost them both (path of forgiveness and friendship where Amelia wants to make it up to you and supports you without hoovering up your scraps). 2. Found out my horrible childhood best friend slept with my first love and never even apologized (path of antagonism where Amelia steals your LI's). 3. My childhood best friend and I fell for the same person. It was complicated and no one ended up happy. (Path of indifference or maybe a mixed path with some drama and some friendship depending on how you react to her).

The upside to this will be if Amelia cracks on with someone you like or want to get with, there wouldn't be the unpleasant vibe of, wow, this persons genitals have rubbed on mine AND my sister's. Which, I mean, the drama and smut of it is interesting, but it doesn't really lend itself to a fairytale romance scenario.

This could also streamline the story because what if Amelia was the obstacle in the slow burn path to Ozzy instead of Grace? Reliving and reversing what happened in the past, giving us the opportunity to heal and grow and form strong new bonds while we handle things better this time around...

ORRRRRR, we could be or be people who joyously refuse to learn any life lessons and make everything much, much worse just for funsies.

Either way, what a fun season that would have been. Sigh.

[drugstore-love]

Down Bad

so many people, including those who say they are fans dislike TTPD and refer to it as lazy but I find it to be some of Taylor's best work. I appreciate the metaphors and how vulnerable she is with the narrative. She's not hiding; it's poetry. It's about emotion and the musicality really does come second.

Here's my song by song break down of things that I enjoy (and don't like) about the album for my own future reference so that I do not cave into peer pressure and start to hate the album on principle. Here are my personal interpretations and what the songs mean for me.

In no particular order Down Bad first:

Down Bad refers to the end of a relationship that everyone told you was bad for you but you just didn't care because you were happy and prioritizing your feelings first. This is one of the few songs I actually really like the production on because it feels like you're floating (like being beamed up and travelling through space) during the verses and then the choruses feel like falling.

Did you really beam me up? In a cloud of sparkling dust Just to do experiments on Tell me I was the chosen one Show me that this world is bigger than us Then sent me back where I came from For a moment I knew cosmic love

This is angry, petulant, and disbelieving. Reminiscent of RWYLM where the author is questioning what was the point of all this if you were going to leave me in the same place you found me after making promises of more. I showed you who I was and I believed the fantasy and you took it away

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay Down bad Fuck it if I can't have him Down bad Fuck it if I can't have him

These are feelings I can't sort through maturely right now. I want to kick and scream and throw a tantrum. I haven't felt this purely, this naively about love since I was a teenager. I really did plan my whole life around this and now that it's gone, I don't know what to do. To the dismay of my family and friends, I feel like without you, without us, I have nothing else going for me, no motivation to do anything but beg you to come back and pick me up.

Did you take all my old clothes? Just to leave me here naked and alone In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about the existence of you For a moment I was heaven struck

I changed for you, I changed with you and now that I'm alone again I don't even know what to wear. All of the things that were important, that I cared about either feel pointless or are tainted with you and when I try to talk about it all anyone can talk about is your flaws and how I should've known better; but it was the best I can remember feeling and regardless of outside perception I'm upset that it's over and wistful for those feelings again

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym) Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" (Fuck it if I can't have him) "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood) Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

I really like the double meaning of down bad here. Down bad the slang obviously for being so into a person that you'll do anything, no matter how stupid, for them and to be with them. But also I'm down bad meaning I'm sad that we're not together, I'm crying in public places, I'm living dangerously, I've stopped caring about anything else.

Down bad (Like I lost my twin) Fuck it if I can't have him (Down bad) Down bad (Wavin' at the ship) Fuck it if I can't have him

Like I lost my twin is especially poignant. Twins who lose one usually change in personality because it's like a piece of them is missing. Whispering it as a backing vocal really just reinforces that this person was one of the few people the author felt truly knew and saw them and for them to just be gone (and unexpectedly so, meaning that the other person gave little clues that the relationship was ending) is devastating

I loved your hostile takeovers Encounters closer and closer All your indecent exposures How dare you say that it's -

I love this bridge. The author is speaking directly to the subject here. Everything that everyone else judged you for, all your rough edges and abrasiveness, where you were weird. All the things everyone warned me about are the things that I loved (Who's gonna love you like me?) I don't understand how you can leave me. I truly thought if anyone was going to end this relationship it would be me and the fact that you did...it's too painful to even actually say the words, it's easier to return to my metaphor

I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded Cause fuck it I was in love So fuck you if I can't have us. Cause fuck it I was in love

I would give you anything you needed. I would've convinced everyone. But instead you left because you thought I would be better off with those people. You let them and their words get into your head and ruin us and told me that I was better off without you based on the opinions of strangers. You left me alone because you thought you knew what was best for me but I was in love and fuck you for ruining that.

She brings the chorus back around and reminds us that in this cloud of emotion, in the aftermath of this relationship everyone felt like the enemy. Her family and friends for the lack of support, her fans for their ubiquitous judgement and opinions on her personal life and most of all her partner for leading her to trust them and their presence and then leaving anyway under the thin veil of mutual safety. It sucked and it hurt and the only thing that felt good was throwing a teenage like tantrum. Your care for me is ruining my life. (more on the mashup of this song with Fortnight, later)

*******I also really like the clean edit of this song because it almost changes the meaning. Taylor replaces "fuck" with "what if" which almost adds to the juvenile affect of the song where a teenager would pose a question, "What if I was in love?" an adult can come back and say you know what, "Fuck it. I was in love and now I'm..."

[redrydersrequiem]

Lost and found family part 2

(Jumped on this train. Obsessed with avatar and just writing for my own entertainment. Everyone is aged up Neteyam and the oc are 22 and 21. Lo’ak and kiri are 18 and tuk the sweet sunshine child she is is the same age cause i love her and she must be protected.)

Bold is Navi until about mid chapter but i have a note to let people know.

Previous chapter

Back at camp jakes pov

The ikrans land neytiri slipping off to help Jake ease the girl down. Finally home they are quick to take her to mo’at

“Mo’at, we need you, " Jake yells out as they approach their home.

“Dad,mom, tuk yells out excitedly seeing her parents finally return.”

“Oh tuk ,tuk ,tuk, tuk, are you ok my baby”

“I'm fine mom”.

“Good”, neytiri hugs her youngest looking towards her other children standing by the front of their tent as Mo’at exits the tent as well.

“What has happened” mo’at reply seeing the figure being held in jake's arms

“Oh you found her”, tuk chirps happily

“What is this dreamwalker doing here”- mo’at

“She a friend and she’s been stabbed, we were able to cauterize it but we need you to look her over any way please”

Mo’at pauses for a moment but then looks back at Jake “Of course Olo'eyktan”

“Thank you.” Jake is finally able to hand Caspian off to the healers watching as Mo’at trails after them to get to work looking the young girl over for any further damage, finally coming back to his senses he sees his children approach him.

“Hey guys, come here”. Jake says, opening his arms to hug his children as the shock of the situation finally wears off. Tuk gleefully runs into her fathers arms the others not far behind though showing the typical teen reluctance of hugs.

“What you did back there was reckless,” all the kids' ears turning down at their fathers words. “However, it's in the past. I'm just glad you're all ok.”

“What about spider though?” kiri chirps up

“I'm sorry baby girl, they got him. But I promise you we'll get him back. Right now I'm just worried about you guys.”

“What about the lady?” tuk asks questioningly

“Yeah, why did you bring her back here? Lo’ak pipes up

“I agree who is she”, neteyam adds backing up his brothers bravado

“That’s a long story, best for later. Right now everyone go get cleaned up and rest and we'll all talk in the morning.”

Oks and yes sirs are heard with a sigh. Turning to walk back to the family’s tent. “I love you guys”. Jake calls after his kids retreating forms. Love you twos are exchanged as neytiri comes up next to her mate

“They will be ok ma jake we all will”

“You're right, we will, eventually.”

Following the children in the home they check in with mo’at on caspian learning her condition, and Mo’ats recommendation her resting until she wakes up her self. Jake picks the girl up and brings her with them to the family’s tent placing her sleeping form on a Matt close to his and neytiris in case she were to wake in the night. The family all drifts to sleep, some with more on their minds than others.

The next morning caspian was still deep asleep so Norm was called in to check her over with the machines just to double check her.

“Ok from her scan it shows she’s fine, just exhausted, her avatar form is probably new and she is still adjusting to it.”

“Good that’s good. Ok thank you norm”

“No problem Jake, you’ll just have to tell me the full story later yeah.”

“Of course.” Jake turns away to go and tell his mate what norm found out leaving norm in the hut next to the young women. Unbeknownst to them she had awaken

Caspians pov

All I hear is breathing next to me and tapping on some electronic device. Shit the RDA caught me is the only thing that goes through my mind

I gently move my hand reaching for the slim blade on my thigh

Quickly as I can I grab the avatar next to me my blade to his neck

Jakes pov

I’m telling neytiri about what norm said when I hear him yell out. The blood runs from my face as I think something happened to Caspian. I knew she was sleeping too long. I rush back into the tent, throwing the door open Neytiri right behind me. But to my surprise what I see is not what I thought. Norm is now in a choke hold a blade to his neck as Caspian looks ferally behind him

“Whoa whoa Caspian it’s ok calm down”

“Ma jake” Neytiri says next to me

“Shh it’s fine”

“Uh jake I don’t think she can hear you.”

“Norm shh i've got this. Mawey, easy, Caspian. Hey, can you hear me?”

I see her ears gently move and her head eases to look at me. But her eyes look somewhat unfocused.

“Caspian it’s me, it’s Jake, remember. We found each other after you got hurt by the recoms. I brought you back to my home.”

“Jake?” she says shakely.

“That’s right little red it’s jake, and the one you're holding a knife to is Norm. He’s a friend ok. I need you to let him go”

I see her hesitate but she releases her hold on norm. He quickly shifts away

“Jake?” Is all she gets out again before her eyes roll back into her head. I quickly catch her taking the knife out of her hold and placing it behind me.

“Norm you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine. She just scared the living eywa out of me.”

“She seemed dazed.”

“She probably was, it seems like she woke up slightly and her body didn’t recognize her surroundings, she probably just went by instinct.”

“She’ll be ok though right?”

“Yeah she should be fine just let her wake up naturally like I said before but maybe this time make sure she doesn’t have any other weapons on her.

“Hey shes, a soldier, soldiers wake up ready.”

“I’m glad you think this is funny, I’ll leave you with sleeping deadly over there for now hopefully next time we meet she doesn’t put a knife to my throat

“Well I can’t make that promise.”

“Oh ha ha” Norm fully packs up his gear and walks out.”

Caspians pov

The light bleeding into my eyes definitely did not help the headache that was slowly starting to form. As the sounds and smells of the morning surround me

“Huh, daddy daddy she woke up!. Hello”.

The young Navi from earlier is upside down above me. With a wide smile on her cute little face

“Hello?”

“Tuk I said not to wake her up”

“But I didn’t dad she woke up on her own”

I slowly sit up, my side burning lightly as I take in my surroundings. It’s a large tent with a fire pit in the middle, different things hanging here and there, the smell of some kind of meat drifting over to me as well as something sweet smelling. For a moment I'm on edge until Jake walks into my peripheral.

“Oh my god jake.” I launched myself at him despite my injury. He gleefully catches me us both landing in a heap on the floor “I thought it was all a weird dream. I can't believe you're real.”

“Hey, yeah it wasn’t a dream, trust me, I'm here, we’re both here.” Jake squeezes me a little hard, gently tapping my shoulder after a few seconds.

I finally release him from my death grip and take in his face once more

“Wow you got old”

“Hey!”

Laughing comes from the fire pit as the women who was in the forest hands off a bowl of something to one of the others and comes towards us,

“She is right, ma jake.”

“I'm not that old.”

“Jake who’s this?” I ask

“Oh right, maybe we should do introductions first huh.” I just shake my head sharply, being on the defensive, what can i say it's in my nature.

“Come Caspian, let me introduce you to my family.

“Your family?”

“Yeah my family”

We all go sit to the right side of the fire. Me on one side and the five others on the other side. As jake walks around

“Let me introduce my wife and mate Neytiri”

“Hello” Neytiri replies nodding her head to me

All i can do is stare as her beauty incompuses me, until a throat clearing brings me back to my senses

“Oh I'm so sorry. Hi, I'm Caspian. It's an honor to meet you oel ngati kamei i say making the traditional hand gesture …….

“You know Navi.?” Jake and neytiri say at the same time

“Of course.” I say smiling cheekily at Jake. “I may not be as smart as Tommy was but I am smart.” I say addressing jake before i turn bay to Neytiri

(From here everything is in Navi if bold is English)

“I must say you're beautiful, why are you with someone like jake.

“Hey”, Jake yells out, as all neytiri does is smile at me. The young ones break into laughter next to her.

“That’s great I already like you, I’m lo’ak nice to meet you…you know again”.

“Same, this is a much better situation.” I smile back at his cheekiness

“Oh no I don't need you two getting along. Jake says stepping between us “Moving along, next is my eldest girl kiri”. Jake says walking over to the teen girl.

“Hello, I'm glad you got away.”

“Yes we did, thanks to you for helping us.”

“Of course.” Jake then moves back over to his wife and the young one with her.

“The little one here is tuktirey or tuk for short”

“Hello!” ,tuk yells out jumping up from her moms lap, and coming over to me, launching herself at me much as i did to jake earlier, giving me a light hug

“Tuk easy.” Jake and Neytiri speak at the same time.

“Oh sorry” she says shyly looking back up to me”

“Oh it's ok sweetie, I needed a hug.”

She just smiles “You're pretty.”

“Aww thank you, i think you're prettier though, you must get it from your mother cause it sure can’t come from jake.” I say making the young girl lightly chuckle as she goes to run back over to her mothers lap

“Again, hey,” Jake says shortly shaking his head at my antics

“And finally this is my oldest Neteyam.”

The young male sits up taller eyeing me with his beautiful golden orbs. It’s hard to say anything for a moment, like an electric current runs through me as soon as our eyes meet. I finally mustered up the courage to greet him shyly nodding my head at him with a faint blush blooming on my cheeks. Catching Neytiri's glances to my side.

“Thank you for protecting my siblings.”

“You're welcome, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.”

“That’s all sweet and everything but how do we know your real and not like an rda robot thing

“Lo’ak” jake scolds

“What? You taught us to question everything, I mean look what we just got out of, all those new dream walkers are supposed to be dead.”

“Jake it's fine,” turning back to lo’ak “You're a deeply mistrusting individual. I respect that, but I can prove I am who I say I am. Actually I have a bunch of stuff in my… oh no my bag. Please tell me you grabbed my bag.” I say quickly looking at jake

“Yeah we grabbed your gigantic heavy bag. Lo’ak will you go grab it.” Lo’ak quickly leaves coming back with my army sack in his grasp

“Oh thank you” I say as i start rifling through my bag

“What do you have in there to make it so heavy?”

“Oh you know everything I own”

“Really?” Lo’ak asks

“Pretty much you know the saying always be prepared”

I see Jake shaking his head at me from the corner of my eye. I dig for a minute pulling out my iPod, speaker, some extra clothes “Aha” I say victoriously my finger finding the edge of the picture book

“Here it is, a picture of us all and others of me growing up. Look” I hand Jake the leather bound his family all crowding around him to be able to look as well. Flipping the front cover where a picture of toddler me lays. The next page a picture of me, Jake and Tommy all hugging a stuffed plush rabbit in my arms, a gift from the two brothers, us all cheesing for the camera. I see Jake pause, eyes following the lines of Tommy’s face.

“Is that uncle Tommy dad”. Little Tuk asks from her father lap

“Yeah baby girl it is.” He continues to flip through the photos I've looked at over a thousand times. Pictures of earth and childhood turning into pictures of scenery and my fellow soldiers i worked with till now. Finally getting to the end of the book.

“I also have this.” I say reaching into the nag and pulling out the stuffed bunny from the first picture

“Ohhh” I hear tuk say, staring intently at the item in my hand.

“Here tuk why don't you come get it?” I say gently to the girl as she scrambles out of her fathers lap towards me

“Standing in front of me I hand the toy to tuk a reminder to be gentle. It's very old.”

“I love it, it's so soft.” She says stroking the rabbits ear

“Well I would be honored if you could hold onto it for me while i'm here. Can you do that?”

“Yes I can, I'll take very good care of it. She says spinning around to go show her parents and siblings

“Little red” Jake says softly. I'm so sorry”

“What no jake there is nothing to be sorry for, i may have not had the best life on earth but i had a good life. For so long I thought you might have died to then being told you were a hostage on a foreign planet to now seeing you here dad bod and all with a family. That’s all I could ever have asked for.”

The silence stretches for a moment before jake comes around to sit with us all again,“On that note, why don't you explain how you're here? If you don't mind.” Jake asks

“So your telling me the RDA found out you where close to me and tommy and told you I was being held hostage here on pandora and that they wanted to use your skills to join the recom team and quote on quote rescue hostages”

“Yes. After you left and didn’t come back, as soon as I was able I joined the marines. I wanted to live up to you i guess. I knew I couldn't get as far as Tommy with his giant brain but I knew I could fight and help others. Years later and here I am corporal Caspian Lane reporting for duty.”

“Wow a corporal huh.”

“Yeah, i worked hard one of the youngest corporals ever. The rda where very impressed with me but I swear to you jake I don’t agree with what they are doing. I just wanted to see you again.

“Caspian, I'm so sorry.”

“Will you stop apologizing it's in the past were both here now yeah”

“Of course”

“Yeah like dad says sully's stick together, your family now,” tuk latches on to my arm hugging it to her small body. “Right mom?”

“Of course tuk, Caspian has proven to be a good soul, we will train her in the Omatikaya ways.”

“Thank you Neytiri I promise I won't bring trouble”

“Hey that's fine we believe you. Your home now little red, I promise you won't ever be alone again.” I feel the tears lightly combing to my eyes as Jake leans in and hugs me again. I feel like the kid I was the last time I saw him.

“All will be ok, it's all ok. Now how are you feeling huh”.jake asks as he pulls away from me, giving me a quick once over.

“My side hurts a bit but I'll live. My shirts kind of ruined now.” I say sticking my hand through the knife hole.

“Ha worried about your shirt, lord. Kiri, would you mind helping?” Jake asks his oldest daughter

“Come tuk and I will find you some other clothes.”

I slowly stand up following kiri as tuk follows closely behind.

Jakes pov

“I can’t believe this is all happening

“Mahway ma jake all is well. It seems she has been through much to find you.”

“Yeah, I feel guilty though all this time she’s been looking for me and I was what. Just enjoying my family and being happy while she had endure eywa knows what”

“Jake do not blame yourself for being happy, what's past has past you must make new memories with her and us.”

“Thank you, yawne(love).” I say pulling my beautiful wife into me. Placing our foreheads together.

Caspians pov

“Kiri I'm so thankful you're willing to lend me some clothes but is there any way you have something a little more covering?” I say looking down at the net of leaves and feathers, while beautiful, it is much more revealing than I’ve ever worn before, human or Navi.

“What’s wrong? It should fit you beautifully.”

“Yeah you’ll look so pretty Cassy”

“Why thank you tuk but that's not really the problem.”

Lord how do I explain body dysmorphia to these girls or how earth's culture dictates female bodies so harshly

“Lets just say I'm just used to being a little more covered at least until I get more used to this body does that make sense.”

“Of course”. Kiri says

“Here I may have something for you.” Kiri turns rifling through a basket and pulls out a brown cloth that looks like a tube top back home with a string of feathers attached to it to presumably to hold the articulation of clothing up and onto my body. But the key thing I noticed is that it would perfectly cover me.

“Will that fit and keep you more comfortable.” Kiri ask i just nod

And here's a pretty bottom for you.” Tuk cheerfully calls handing me a similar brown colored cloth. Holding it out I noticed it's similar to the loin cloth coverings both girls were wearing but thankfully was more full covering my butt and everything else. Just an opening for my newly acquired tail.

“Thank you kiri this is perfect and thank you tuk, i'm sure this will be pretty.”

I go off to the little side area behind a hanging cloth and gently change out of my ripped combat gear into the new clothes, it’s definitely an adjustment. Stepping out tuk and kiri look me over and give me an approving nod

“Y’all done yet” i hear Lo’ak complain fro outside followed by a quick smack sound and his silly whines.

All three of us walk out. Lo’ak looks me up and down saying that i look like an actual Navi now and not a dreamwalker. Neteyam however is very silent. I can see his eyes following along my body and a light blush accompanying his face and the tips of his ears, mimicking my own face. Tuk quickly breaks the tension between us

“Cassy will you let me do you hair”

“Oh sure sweety, I'd love that.” Tuk grabs my hand and leads me over to a sitting area near the family’s pod. As she then goes to grab a few things for my hair

“So caspian tell us what the earth is like father barely tells us anything.” Kiri asks from the rock next to me

Well earth is nowhere near as beautiful as Pandora is. I guess maybe it used to be but humans have neglected it too far. There’s a lot of pollution and a lot of hostial tension between people. But there are good people and things still around.

“Are there really though” lo’ak asks

“I found them” (giggle) tuk comes into the circle carrying a bowl of various twines and beads and a brush

My wild tresses are pulled out of my face and combed back. Little braids are made on the sides going back into the ponytail, two others are made at the top holding together my small hairs that framed my face going downward to include the red chunk of hair from my previous life. Ending it with a pretty carved bead the color of jade.

“Cassy how come this piece of hair is different,” tuk asks me questioningly

“Well you saw those photos right. I used to have longer thick red hair, and i wanted the scientist to put in a piece of my old hair to help me remember where i came from.”

“It suits you.” Neteyam pipes up finally giving me an easy smile

“Thank you.” Is all I can mutter a blush forming on my face. Tuk thankfully blocked my face from view as she finished the last braid. “ There all done.” Tuk gleefully declares after she looks over my hair one final time

“Thank you tuk i love it”

“You can’t even see it” Lo’ak snarkly ays

“Boy you and your sarcastic little butt is pushing it.”

‘Pushing what, what you gonna do huh.. huh little red.” Lo’ak replied sarcastically

“I'll kick your but that's what I'll do. I push up suddenly from my spot and start advancing on loak, he just smirks and starts dodging and tumbling around me out of my reach, neteyam eventually helps me and delicately trips loak so I can finally pin the teen. Now having him in a full head lock as we roll around laughing.

“Oh come on bro not fair what happened to sibling loyalty.”Lo’ak y’all’s out to neteyam. He just laughs back

Tuk joins the pile as well jumping on Lo’aks back laughing.

“Ok kids break it up” jakes says. I wait for tuk to climb off before I dump Lo’ak off me onto the ground. Neteyam comes and helps me up. Ever the gentlemen. I look away over to Jake and see his serious face.

“What’s up jake, oh look look what do you think.? I ask gesturing to my new Navi garb

“I think you look like a local, but now can you act like one is the real question.

That sure got my attention, “What you got in mind.”

“Netyiri and I have spoken and I think you would be a great asset to the omaticaya clan. You're a soldier caspian and right now that is a big necessity,. You also know more about the current rda. So from now on you’ll learn our ways, join my family and help us protect pandora.

“Ready and willing. Sir.”

“Good than let’s get started.”

(Again did my best making caspian still haven’t figured out the Navi ai thing a lot of people are using and I can’t really draw so dolldivine app to the rescue i'll probably keep using it and my photos`hop app in the future)

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Replica

Maglor had expected to be surrounded by strangers in Valinor, he just hadn’t expected them to claim to be his family.

They were skilled actors. The impostors had all of Tirion fooled, even their old friends. Every elf in Aman knew that the Valar had been merciful, and had permitted the sons of Feanor to walked among their people at long last.

Except that these six eves were not Maglor’s brothers. The appearances were perfect; the shade of false-Celegorm’s hair exactly the same as had always been on the floor along with Huan’s fur, the dimple in Curufin’s chin that had only showed when he lost all composure present in the double as well. The impostors had studied as well, and could recite any fact that the role they played ought to know, whether from childhood or the war in Beleriand. Even when Maglor had tried to trap them, they saw through it, and would correct his deliberately false details as if they had been there. He had to stop trying to catch them after only a few stories though, as false-Amras had worried when Maglor had declared their childhood vacation was to the northern Pelori rather than the southern. He had asked if Maglor was feeling alright, if Maglor had any difficulties recalling things. He had even asked if Maglor was fading, and had alerted the rest of Maglor’s false brothers about Maglor potentially having memory issues. If Maglor wished to avoid a trip to Lorien to reside under Este’s care, he could not keep up his tests.

That was the true flaw in their act. Maglor would have seen through their act without it of course; the sheer impossibility of his family being allowed to dwell in the Valar’s paradise would have alerted him, and he was certain that he would always recognize his brothers if they were truly present.

But they all acted so kind. Not to say that the Feanorians had always been cruel; you catch more flies with honey than vinegar after all. But they had never refrained from retaliation, or wasted word on praise that could be used for instruction. Now false-Celegorm would loose a rabbit from his snare because he saw its kits nearby. False-Curufin complimented Celebrimbor’s works, and spoke no word of jewelry despite that having always been the young elf’s strongest skill. False-Amrod and False-Amras spent one day a week with Nerdanel, helping with chores and letting her treat them as barely-grown youths rather than the adults they had been even before the Darkening. Even False-Caranthir had less of a temper than history and Maglor’s memory would suggest, leaving a discussion in a huff rather than revealing his opponent’s weaknesses with a single cutting word.

And Maedhros. False-Maedhros would hear no one speak ill of Dior or Thingol, despite them shedding the blood of his people. His visits with Fingon were plausible enough, but staying for hours afterwards to chat with Findis because “she rarely gets out, and seemed lonely” was not. False-Maedhros was even kind to Maglor, despite everything. Maglor, who had twice abandoned him for dead, though only had been right once. Maglor, who had only stolen the Silmaril out of concern for what the Feanorians might do to others, not to save his family from damnation. Maglor, who had then thrown away the Silmaril that their entire family had died for. Maglor, who Maedhros had once accused of loving his prisoners more than his brother, and Maglor could not deny it.

No, the real Maedhros would not have been kind to Maglor.

____

"I know your secret," Maglor whispered to the one who was pretending to be his older brother.

Unsurprisingly, the false Maedhros tensed. "You do?"

"Of course. You might have everyone else fooled, but I know my brother better than they do, and I know when something's off about him."

"And you're not disgusted? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I admit it's unconventional, but I gave it a lot of thought and I'm alright with it. In fact, I approve." Maglor had initially worried that the impostors were just a group of elves looking for a convenient royal title to shelter cruel and vicious deeds of their own, but by all accounts they were a credit to the family name. If Maglor could never have his brothers back, at least these were making it so that he could speak about his family as anything other than complete villains without people spitting on him. And Nerdanel deserved to have her children back, and Celebrimbor deserved to hear that his father approved of him.

"You really do?" The impostor asked like it was the fulfillment of his longest held wish.

"Yes."

Suddenly the other moved close and grabbed Maglor's shoulders, pulling him into a fervent kiss.

Maglor kissed back, as the other was very pretty and it's not like they were actually related. If the kiss became something more it would have to be hidden so the rest of Valinor didn't think they were committing incest, but it's not like Maglor had a lot of people to spill the secret to. For now, he was kissing a very handsome elf who was obviously infatuated with him; long term plans, and the other's real name, could wait.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

silence so loud you can hear the crickets

LOW LOW summer bop

don't tell me seonghwa's meeting up with him

oh smart okay

funny story that i just remembered one of my friends identifies as bi and she didn't have a valentines date so her roommate went "i guess you could say you're all bi yourself"

saeron and san i-

smh seonghwa's the og red

i feel like the teezers would be the easiest people to bug

damn he found the shelf

OH DAMN juliet's package

...bundles of hair?

i'm assuming the man who brought the package was yn's brother?

that sounds like my life debriefs with my family friends ngl

~

side note ryujin in the pfp for the use yn's wife is just 😩

~

buff yn agenda is thriving

...new staff member?

oh no hendery 😭

~

can confirm having two brothers will result in a dynamic like that

~

OHHHHHH

pause did you post piccrews of what yn's brothers would look like or am i making things up?

back to you came on when i was reading the part where seonghwa picks up yn for their date and I'm ngl i teared up a bit when he saw her walk out because when will it be my turn to be happy 😭

ngl if i was an idol and i ran into ssngs i would be posing and asking them to get my good side

OH. MY. GOD. the ring

oh for crying out loud

what did he do-

what in ever loving-

THIRD AND FINAL SEASON I'M SO-

CRYS HOW COULD YOU END IT LIKE THISSSSS

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you know it's serious when all eight of those boys are quiet too

I will always bop to Low Low

ehehe

ATEEZ to the rescue

STOP I SAY THAT ABOUT MYSELF ALL THE TIME AHAHAHAHHAA im so lonely

had to toss in another random twist somewhere

good thing our favorite color's red

no fr like i know those boys be leaving their shit everywhere

DOUBLE DAMN

bro combing that hair out of the brush like the sick criminal he is

yup

I was going for a Girlies™️ debrief yes

~

CORRECT

~

Buff YN Agenda is my favorite fan made agenda ngl

ehehe

bro does it to himself

~

Stamp of approval appreciated

~

YUUUUUUP

yah they're somewhere on the blog, i'm pretty sure it's somewhere on the [S2 Extras Masterlist] like scroll down to the Jung Siblings section on that bad boy

Stop Back to You is one of my crying songs because shit I really lost it all huh n e ways

Mood lmfao like might as well make the most out of it

OH MY GODDDD

Their moment keeps getting interrupted sigh

Something

Something potentially very bad

EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

YOU KNOW I LOVE THE DRAMAAAAA

but all in all Rose you are amazing thank you for being one of this series' biggest supporters since day 1 <3

[bagheerita]

Oh my goodness, your wips! But for the game: Even Bad Wolves can be Good 😁

WIP Ask Game

Congratulations, you've found one of my few non-SGA fics and also the secret Double Jeopardy question!! I technically have 2 ideas that I've used this title for.

Technically the first one was an SGA fic in my "my name forevermore" series. The file corrupted and I lost the part I'd written and then just... never rewrote or tried to finish it. it was about a team-up between a group of Genii and a Wraith hive to destroy Atlantis and the alliance they are building. In order to infiltrate Atlantis, the Genii spy and the Wraith operative he's paired with have to pretend to be friends even though they despise each other. And of course they end up actually liking each other quite a lot and decide not to sabotage the city and instead help stop a different plot.

The actual file that's still in my WIPs is the 1 of my 1.5 Teen Wolf fics! if you're not familiar with Teen Wolf I can't recommend it, the show is a goddamn mess. Like, the writing is shit and anything good about it is because of the actors being amazing. But my favorite character is Peter Hale.

He is very much like if you took Todd and smushed him together with Spike from Buffy: he's a werewolf, a murderer, has a shit ton of trauma and baggage from his family being murdered, but the show lets him quip a lot and hang around more often than Todd. After being the s1 main antagonist, by s3 he kind of turns into the weird friend who sometimes helps the MCs (usually when it involves murdering people).

I'm really interested in D/s dynamics; specifically the dynamics of submission and especially when powerful characters choose to submit to characters who are physically weaker. At the time I started writing the fic I was really into Steter (Peter/Stiles) so the fic is about them. Um, Stiles is 16 and Peter is like 30? So if you don't like that stop reading now.

My fic idea was that both characters are at a location investigating a big bad and they get caught. To get them out of the situation, Stiles pretends that he came there to fetch Peter, who (as a supernatural creature) belongs to him and is being a wayward puppy. He's not sure Peter's going to go along with his spur of the moment insane plan, but Peter thinks it's hilarious and plays along wholeheartedly, even giving Stiles a blowjob. They're both surprised by how much they enjoy the dynamic, and Stiles is more than a little freaked out by how much Peter enjoys it.

I'm not sure how to finish it, and overall I'm not satisfied that I've captured the characters properly, but you can read an excerpt under the cut if you're interested!

Stiles marches into the room and, posture and voice confident and authoritative, says to Peter, “Kneel.”

The door opens and Stiles of all people is standing there. He smells sharp with nervous energy but appears outwardly calm, his expression focused. One of Hadrian’s goons is standing near him, but Stiles isn't bound or being manhandled into Peter's prison, so it seems safe to assume he's there of his own free will. His eyes snap to Peter, but far from relaxing at finding Peter his nervous energy spikes.

It seems that Stiles, clever thing that he is, has figured out what happened and has managed to finagle a way into getting to Peter, probably in order to see if he can get Peter indebted to him by getting him free. Of course it's just as likely Stiles has gotten himself in over his head and this is going to end badly, but either way Stiles is pretty smart. Peter remains silent, waiting to see if Stiles has a plan.

Peter has had years to learn how to hide his honest reactions, which is good because his immediate reaction is to laugh. He’s able to retain his outwardly unaffected expression, but inside he’s thinking. He is amused, and he trusts Stiles; if Stiles thinks this is going to work then he’s willing to go along with it and see how it plays out. Peter walks the few steps forward that bring him closer to Stiles and drops to his knees, hands clasped behind his back. 

Stiles inhales a shaky, stuttery breath, and Peter knows the boy hadn’t been sure he was going to play along. It makes his respect for Stiles go up even more; if Peter had refused, it’s extremely likely that Stiles wouldn’t have lived through the next five minutes, given Hadrian’s goon with the gun waiting near the door. Stiles raises his hand to cup Peter’s face, and Peter turns into the touch, inhaling Stiles’ scent. 

“Can you do this?” Stiles asks under his breath. 

Peter grins, his eyes flashing. “Green,” he murmurs back. The situation doesn’t allow for much communication, especially on his part, but he hopes that is enough to tell Stiles that he’s willing to follow the boy’s lead, and that Peter’s aware of what might be expected of him in this deception.

Stiles’ breath stutters again, but he nods. His hand moves from Peter’s cheek down to his throat. 

Peter leans back, letting Stiles’ fingers close around his throat. The boy’s fingers are cold; Peter closes his eyes and parts his lips in what he hopes is a very submissive expression. It's likely they're being observed by more than the single goon, and that Stiles is demonstrating his "control" to Hadrian via surveillance. 

Petr feels the spike of Stiles’ arousal and fights a pleased grin. While not in the habit of considering teenagers as sexual partners, Peter respects Stiles and finds himself suddenly interested in further exploring this dynamic between them. First thing though is to get rid of their audience. 

Stiles pulls his hand back and says sharply, “Come.” Turning on his heels he walks out of the room. 

Peter stands and follows him. 

[shallowseeker]

Amelia Novak + the wreckage of my family

Sometimes I think about Amelia Novak's 10x20 line of trying to put her family back together.

Amelia Novak, trying valiantly to protect Jimmy, after realizing he wasn't lying about the demonic world he'd gotten mixed up in. Although it was ultimately Jimmy who invited the Devil in, she perhaps thinks she'd failed to support him when he needed her the most. This guilt propels her into further ruin. (Images courtesy IMDB)

In SPN 10x20, Angel Heart, we get this:

AMELIA (tearfully): I was dreaming. This whole time, I was dreaming... of finding Jimmy, of putting my family back together. You're not him anymore. I can tell. CASTIEL: No. AMELIA: Where's Jimmy? CASTIEL: Your husband is in heaven. Amelia, I promised to protect your family, and I failed. AMELIA: Not if Claire's alive. She's all that matters. CASTIEL: Claire is alive. She's grown up to be a very strong-willed young woman. AMELIA: Oh, that's my girl. I just ... I shouldn't have ever left her. I-I thought if I could find Jimmy, I would make everything right. But I should've never left her. I shouldn't ... I shouldn't... (Amelia breaks down crying and Castiel embraces her)

You see Amelia...never stopped wanting to fix it. Like as it is with Dean (the symbolic mechanic), her devotion is marked by coming back together even after you've unimaginably failed one other. Like in SPN 7x17 The Born-again Identity:

CASTIEL: We didn't part friends, Dean. DEAN: So what? CASTIEL: I deserved to die. Now, I can't possibly fix it... So why did I even walk out of that river? DEAN: Maybe to fix it. Wait.

Sometimes, you are granted second chances, and sometimes, you are not.

Ultimately, both Jimmy AND Amelia fall prey to angels, and there is no second chance for them. It isn’t fair. It sucks. Faith can be a double-edged sword. Lo, faith in angels can be a triple-bladed dagger. It's a tragic thing.

And like when Dean touches a winged pony and sings along to Air Supply's "All Out of Love," and like Dean when searches desperately for Cas in Purgatory, Amelia is looking for Jimmy, desperately wanting to find him. Because she is consumed by regret and guilt. She feels like she did not support him when he needed her the most.

And what would you say if I called on you now And said that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me or I'll be gone I'll be gone <Dean starts mouthing along> … I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without youI know you were right believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you?I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong…  Oh, what are you thinking of? <Sam, witnessing something unbearably private for his brother, awkwardly cuts the radio off>

///

In SPN 10x20, Angel Heart, we see that Amelia falls prey to Grigori.

This Grigori lures her with the illusion of the repair of her family. Just as Jimmy fell prey to the Heavenly warrior-class of Angel, who lured him with the promise of glory of purpose and the promise of protection for his family from the Apocalypse. (That's why we pray to gods, isn't it? To become under their holy protection?) But Grigori are a disturbing revelation about the truth of not just Grigori themselves, but the symbolic truth of angels as a whole, as well as their place in the predatory rank of the cosmic hierarchy, (at least in comparison to humans).

DEAN: Grigori. (Scene changes back to Sam walking through the house gun drawn and ready walking away from the kitchen doorway. We hear Dean say ‘The watcher angels’ as Holloway appears in the shadows of the open doorway. Scene changes back to Dean and Claire at the hotel) CLAIRE: So are they good or bad? DEAN: Well, some of the lore says that they, uh, they help people, and some says that they prey on people.

///

HOLLOWAY: I'm a Grigori. A watcher angel. SAM: Since when do angels feed on humans? HOLLOWAY: Since the dawn of man. SAM: What are you talking about? HOLLOWAY: Your souls... (Holloway walks behind Sam and Sam hides the nail in his hands) Are little slices of heaven that are, if properly kept, delicious meals that can last for years, decades even. SAM: You're not an angel. You're a monster. (Holloway laughs and reaches out to lightly punch Sam on the shoulder) HOLLOWAY: Ahh. (We see Sam’s hands using the nail to open the handcuffs) I prefer to think of myself as a gourmand. I make heaven a place on earth. Keeps me alive and hidden from the rest of the failures that call themselves angels. SAM: Oh, they are failures? Yeah, 'cause you're living so large in your own life. (Holloway turns around quickly and draws his sword on Sam so that it is pointing directly at Sam’s face) HOLLOWAY: There were hundreds of us, but now... (Holloway raises the sword up to show an inscription on the blade) Each of our names inscribed on our swords. A brotherhood of perfectly crafted, engineered beings sent to protect you pathetic, bottom-feeding disasters.

///

Amelia cannot repair the ghostly specter of her perfect family. But she can save what's left of it.

HOLLOWAY: You know there's no fixing her, right? (Claire drops Amelia and aims her gun at Holloway. She shoots him four times in the chest. On the fifth shot the gun clicks, as if it’s empty. Claire shoots several more times with the same result. Holloway shakes his head and walks towards Claire, Angel sword in hand) HOLLOWAY: You really think that's gonna hurt an angel of the Lord? (Holloway moves to strike Claire and Amelia jumps in between them) AMELIA: No! Aah! (Holloway stabs Amelia straight through the chest and then pulls out the sword. Amelia falls to the ground and Claire kneels behind her, holding her up. Holloway looks on, smirking) CLAIRE (crying): Mom! Mom! Mom!

Dean, too, tried to save what was left of his family. With John gone, he followed in his father's footsteps, reaching for the protection of the child at his own expense.

"I was dreaming... of finding Jimmy, of putting my family back together."

And that's sort of what Sam & Dean are doing the whole time, and why he and Sam both hang in this terrible ghost of arrested development. They're reaching for this broken, idealized childhood that they were denied. They crave that lost, nebulous ghost of stability and trust.

“Fixing” is admirable; it's a sign of devotion. But it can also foolhardy when carried to extremes. Sometimes, you get second chances, and sometimes you do not.

There's no perfect answer. Only...

...that hope is so very, very human.