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agirlwholovesrockstars · 5 months

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careless whisper

♡ STEVE HARRINGTON'S MASTERLIST ♡

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You can read this as it is but if you wanted more from this, here's a sequel "Baby Come Back"

﹆ Summary : you loved him with all your heart but he became unfaithful and there's nothing that he can do to mend it, is it really your last dance together?

﹆ Word Count : and again hoping it's not that too long for y'all

﹆ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️KingSteve! x FEM!reader, cursing, Steve and reader are both (18), unprotected sex, p in v penetration, both oral receiving, SMUT‼️, slight public sex I guess?, Steve will be so oblivious with readers feelings, cheating, unrequited love, friends to lovers, emotional abuse, tolerating, no use of y/n, not going to give any spoilers in here but beware that this will be ANGSTY!

﹆ What to Expect : SMUT‼️, FLUFF‼️, ANGST‼️, Steve and reader are the IT couple on Hawkins High, of course- by the term "King Steve" you know what that means, sorry ✌🏻

﹆ Note To Reader : Y'ALL BABY'S FIRST EVER STEVE HARRINGTON FIC!!!! AHHHHH <3 I'm so excited to spill all of my ideas about my first ever fave character from the show! and yeah I also apologize that I chose to do angst first 😔🤚🏻

﹆ Author Note : this is literally one of my favorite songs from George Michael and don't come at me, okay?!? I was just listening to this song and I was like why is this so Steve coded?!? AND YUP IT CLICKED AN IDEA!!!! ;))

Present : Prom 1984

"How are you holding up?" He asks as he tries to look at your eyes but you're avoiding it

"Been alright" you say as you look at him very briefly, your touches with him as you both swayed in the dance floor it felt different

His heart sunk when you couldn't even look into his eyes in the same way again

The eyes that are once so dreamy when you both locked in

He can tell that you're still moving on from him

He can tell that your eyes speaks louder than words

He can tell that you're still hurting because of him

Past : He shouldn't had an affair with someone else

"Diana, she isn't-"

"I know"

Steve is staggered as he swallows nervously in front of you, he wishes to be sucked down deeply on the floor and never to be seen again

He's ashamed for himself

He doesn't understand the meaning and the idea of love until it hits him like a block of bricks

And it hit really hard to the point that right after he slept with the other woman that night after the party that you both went out

He realized he made a mistake

A huge mistake that "sorry" can never undo the damage to what he has been done

Once the trust is broken it can never be fixed

You know he had a choice not to choose to cheat on you

But you laugh in disbelief as you think about it

Oh, right, he's King Steve

He doesn't know feelings and wants to keep his title to stay relevant

"W-Wait, you knew?"

"Everybody at school knows about it, Steve" you tried your very best to mask your pained expression but he can see it

The look on your face pierces right through his chest as he gulps

You have every right to be mad at him

You have every chance to shout and yell at him

But you didn't....

You talk so cold like it doesn't even matter to you

He darts his eyes everywhere in the room as he spoke again "After all this time?"

You sigh tiredly "Yeah"

He shook his head at you as he couldn't believe what you just said

"How? H-How you look-"

"What- I look what?!"

"You look...fine"

You incredulously laugh "Of course, I've had to Steve, we both got a title to keep it stable, right?" You reply to him in a mockery way as he averts his eyes somewhere else

"If you knew then why are you still with me?"

You frown at his words as you take all the courage to not breakdown at him, to not show him that you're weak but you failed since....

You love him too much that it's okay if you break apart from him

"Because I love you, Steve! Why don't you get that?!?"

Your chest heaves heavily as you try to control your breath as you cried angrily but also filled with sadness and frustration

Steve gasps, the moment you snap at him and saw you for the first time like this

You've never showed your side of vulnerability, yes, you've told him a couple of glimpses of your life but never this

Now, his eyes burned with forming tears as he tries to close his mouth in shock

You loved him? No one has ever loved him truly before

"I loved you so much that I play pretend so I can keep you!" You hiccupped into your own tears

"I loved you too" he said it out loud before he can stop himself, you saw how his eyes widens when he realizes what he just said

It's like a record scratch, you stare at him with your tear-stained cheeks as you studied his face

You blink, "What?!?"

"I've been drawn to you ever since we we're friends"

"S-Steve" you shift on your stance

"You're the only friend that I've ever had, who knows me better than I do"

You throw your palms on your face as you continue to sob

You're both dating for almost 2 years but why does he have to betray you to make him realize that he is in love just like you?

"Is this true?" You quietly say as you wipe away your tears

"Yes, it is" he walks closer to you but you moved away giving him the signal that you don't want him to hold you

"I-I tried to ignore the signs before that I thought maybe you- you just wanted this for to gain something"

What the fuck?

"Is that all really matters to you? Steve? don't you even think about how much I've suffered to maintain my sweet-like personality whenever we walked in the hallways?!?"

He thought maybe if he confessed his true feelings to you, everything will go back to normal

But it doesn't....

Not even the truth will bring the both of you comfort

Pain is all there ever is

"I've wanted to scream and I'm so tired to act like everything is okay, I really really wanted us to last, Steve"

"Turns out it was just only me who wanted to have a future with you"

The words just rolls out of your bitter tongue and it's a punch to his gut

"N-No, that isn't true" he begs

"You lost me, Steve, you had your chance and you blew it" you sniffle

Before he can say anything, you left him alone in his house as his eyes are still glued at the closed door hoping that you'll come back

But you never ever did

Future : if only he's loyal to you this wouldn't happen

You endured every single thing that his friends talked about you

Talked about, you're not fit into their world

Saying that "she doesn't belong here" but you didn't care because why?

You loved him

You love Steve Harrington despite what everyone else says

You don't care about titles

You don't care about these social cliques

You just wanted to have good friends and well, maybe love

Everybody adored you at school saying that you're the sweetest and kindest popular girl, it's actually rare for them to have those qualities because most of them are fucking assholes

You even overheard some other people like how did you even get into this situation?

Back in 1982, you're a new kid at school and you somehow manage to get into King Steve's heart without any hassle

You wished you've only stayed as friends

So, this wouldn't have hurt this much

"Steve!"

"What?"

"You know I'm ticklish!"

"I don't know" he feigns innocence and he still continues torturing you into your side as he towers over you as you lay at the grass with a blanket on his backyard

"Stop!" You say with a breathy laugh

He chuckles when you pout at him holding the both of his wrists "Okay, okay"

There's a moment that both of you halted over your silliness at each other

He never felt anything like this before

His heart is beating so loud that he could hear it throbbing on his ear

Your eyes went everywhere to his face

He is absolutely so beautiful up close like this

You're the first one to break the whatever that was

He nods as he runs his fingers through his hair as he watches you

He is so thankful that he has someone like you

You've never judged him, you let him know that emotions are valid that he can always count on you

You comforted him on his darkest days, you're the sunshine that help him to forget his absent parents

You feel so sorry for him when he told you he's alone most of the time in his enormous house

Yeah, maybe he's wealthy but he did not once felt happy until you came along

You're like an angel, he knows that he made the right decision to sit next to you at English Class, that's where it all began your newfound friendship

A part of him is afraid at that time you might back out if you found out that he's King Steve and his reputation at school

He is surprised that you didn't knew anything about him and that gives him a relief

After everything crashed down, now, you wished you knew all about him that's how he thinks about love

It's all just fun and games to him

You cursed at yourself for being so lovesick

A smile grows on his lips as watches you ate cherries on the vanilla milkshake that he make for you, it's your favorite

The whipped cream went on the sides of lips as you take a sip from the straw

He swiped it using his thumb and you blushed at his sudden action

He licked it off clean as you watch him

He catches you staring, there's a unreadable gleam on your eyes that he didn't not quite understood yet

Steve can't even register that he's moving closer to you and you froze as you hold your milkshake tightly as he cradles your cheek

He runs his tongue over his lips as his eyes stare at your rosy lips

He moves inches closer and your breath hitches, your mouth is slightly open as you look at him

He gave you one last look before he dive in

Your lips are now connected to his as he pulled you closer to him, he snatches your milkshake away as he puts it down as you start squirming and shut your eyes as you throw your arms around him

He smiles through the kiss as he deepens making you moan and his heart flutters at the sound of it, your hand crawls through his perfectly styled hair and he made a guttural groan at your move as you tug it slightly

His hands went at your waist as he squeezes it, the touch is overwhelming and your skin feels on fire everytime he grabs and graze his fingertips under over your clothed body

He slowly made you lay down beneath the blanket as you spread your legs to position himself on top of you

Your heart had never been this so fast, he tilts his head over the side as you yelp when his hands went under your skirt he starts toying with the garter of your panties, he smirks through the kiss

He cuts off your heated make out session as he removes his shirt and his eyes widens when you chase his lips as he pecks on it, you blink at his bared chest as you became flustered yet again, your fumbled panicky with the buttons of your blouse but he halted you as you let him undress you

It reveals a red lacy bra as he wolfishly whistles and you playfully slapped his chest as you duck your head down in a shy manner

God, why you gotta be so adorable?

He uses his index finger and his thumb to lift your chin to make you look at his gaze as you finally take him in

His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess and both of you are matching the same looks

The look that he's giving you, it's enough to make your mouth run dry and the wetness is pooling between your red lacy underwear

It doesn't take him too long to kiss your lips once again as he rises up slowly to undo his belt and his pants along with his boxers

He unclasps your bra as he throws on the side doesn't really matter where it lands as your hands when back onto your skirt to unzip it as you shimmy down and put it away

He reaches at your red lacy underwear but the moment he struggles to get it off, he starts to get impatient he snaps it just right about where your knees making you squeal

"I'll get you a new one, don't worry, baby" he growls as his hot kisses went everywhere on your chest and you can tell that he is hesitant to touch you

He doesn't even know if you wanted this but as if you can read his mind, the second thoughts were erased as you told him

"Steve, it's okay, you can touch me"

You breath heavily with his kneading your breasts as he plants smearing marks on your neck hitting that sweet spot making you mewl

He pats your thigh as a signal to wrap it on his hips

He holds your waist aggressively you know it will be bruised and it turns you on even more

You gasp as you can felt his tip intruding your tight hole as you can feel him entering smoothly along with your juices and arousal

It doesn't even needed a lubrication, he is drenched because of you

"Jesus Christ, y-you're dripping wet" he grunts as he watches your cunt devouring him as he can see your eyes fighting to stay open

He smirks as he fills you all the way up, you throw your head onto the side as you bit down your bottom lip

"S-Steve, please move"

He is so big to make you scream as you finally adjusted to his size and felt comfortable with pain and pleasure

He puts the other leg down as he lifts the other one as he puts over his shoulder and pulls you down closer to him that earned a whimper from you

He starts rutting in and out slowly, he hasn't even done anything and yet, it's driving you crazy

The squelching noises, the slamming back and forth with his slow pace as you start clenching around him

"Goddamn it, baby, you gotta stop doing that" his mouth is hanging open and already knows what heaven feels like

This is heaven

He doesn't ever want to leave

"M-Move f-faster" you stuttered between soft moans as you pawing at his hairy covered chest as he begins to go rough on you

Your hand flew over as you slapped and covered your mouth as your breasts start to jiggle from his movement, he tear off your hand as he pins it down

"Don't be shy on me, I wanna hear you loud and clear"

You whine and arched your back as he start to held both of your arms to go along with his neck as he pulls you even more further making him go deeper inside of you as you throw your head back and you gave him his wishes

You moaned beautifully as he devilishly smirks as he kisses you again but this time is filled with lust and teeth began to clash

Your whole body feels lumpy as both of you went back down as he raises both of your arms over the top of your head as he pounds at you placing kisses all over your face

You watch him down below as he fucks you ramming his way so easily

Your eyes rolls back as your high pitched moans went "ah-ah-ah" he feels so fucking great to hear those coming out of you because he's the one that made you feel like this

"So tight, baby, you're killing me"

"S-Steve, don't sto-p"

You wrap your legs around him as you tangle at him along with his body to push him down

"Oh shit!" he exclaims as his eyes darkens

You giggle but the time when he fingers touched your clit and you shudder

"Not so funny are we now, baby?" He bullys your clit earning a lewd noises falls from your lips

You nod at him pathetically as you matched his movements making him chuckle darkly

He lets go of your hands as he hooks his hand under your knees as he sheathes himself inside of you

You started babbling at him saying "S-Steve- fuck! That's it right there!" You shouted out loud but not without a moan

Yes, this is what he wanted

Let the neighbors hear you that he's the one who giving you this sweet pleasure

He thrusts as you shake your head begging for a release

"Yes, baby, I know, just let it go, I got you"

"ah-Steve!-oh"

You moan wildly as you chant his name as you came undone

He spills his load painting your flesh walls white

Your legs are trembling and you're shaking badly as he lazily smile as his spent body went boneless on top of you

You embrace him with your warmth along with your tangled legs as you kept him in place

His eyes go big when he realizes he had done something, you felt him became tense as you hold him softly by his shoulder blades

Despite, the fiery sex that you just both had, you're still in that haze but you remembered that both of you just did that on his backyard is making you feel fuzzy

He carefully rips himself off of you as he start scrambling to get on with his boxers

You immediately missed his scent on you

You furrow your brows as you watch him run off with that worried look on his eyes

You didn't have the time to wear your discarded clothes as you chose to grab his towel that is hanging around the lounge chair that he uses when he wants to take a dip from his swimming pool, you covered it with your naked body

"Steve! Wait- what is it?" You asked him with concern his heart feels booming inside of his chest by the tone of your voice

You really did care about him

This is all too good to be true

You followed him as he moves the sliding the door as he went outside he stopped once he's in there

You stare at behind his back and insecurities are now lurking in the shadows

Did he regret it?

Just run off and never look back save yourself from rejection

But you didn't instead, you touched his shoulder softly as he melts with it, you call out to his name again, you swore you heard him crying

He slowly turns his body around facing you and now you met Steve's eyes with threatening tears that are about to fall

"O-Oh my god, Steve? Are you okay?- Tell m-"

"W-We didn't use protection- and I-" he croaked up in his own tears

"I came inside of you and I didn't even asked you first that if you wanted this to happen" he motions at the two of you and you can see the guilty look from his eyes as he rests his forehead against with yours

Your eyes softens as it starts become glossy

Did he ruin your friendship?

Did he broke the last precious thing that meant a lot from him?

"Steve, it's fine, I've wanted you to"

His blinked the tears away just to see your face clearly

"Y-You wanted it?" He says as he holds your hands raising it closer to his face as he kisses it

You take a deep breath through your nose as you brave enough to confess your feelings

"I wanted you more than as a friend, Steve"

The swallows the lump on his throat as his chest eases out from tension

"The truth is that I love you, Steve" a fallen tear as you smile at him

Your eyes are shining with so much affection that he doesn't have before and it scares him

He shakes his head in disbelief as he watches you hug him

"You don't have to say anything, I just wanted you to know that I do, I am really in love with you"

He squeezes his eyes shut to your words as he hugs you tightly as he rests on the crook of your shoulder

He finally got what he wanted all of his life

Until, he realizes it was too late

He was too late for him to figure it all out, when you finally made up your mind that you want him in the first place

You loved him too early, he loved you too late

Aftermath : you can't ever lie to yourself that you still want him after how he treated you harshly

As much as you wanted to cling on to him and keep things the way they were

You know what's best for you

You know it's the right thing to do

You know deep down to your soul that you don't want this to end

But this is all too much for you, too much for you to bear

The agony, pain, sorrow, disappointment, heartache, if you continue this, you will be miserable

You want it keep it going, hell, if he asked you to marry him, you would, fuck, he might not even finished saying the lines, you will say "yes" to everything

But his heart is elsewhere, his mind is remains afloat

You got your heart and your soul devoted to him, you gave your most sacred value, your body

Only to be wasted to be washed away down the drain

But still, you've never regret doing it to him,

But no matter what you do, no matter how many times he apologizes to you, sure, you can see it that he despised his fault for your failed relationship

It isn't feel right and it isn't working

You can't see and look at him in the same way before, all you can see is....

It's deceitful, it's making you so angry but you will never show how hot-headed you are

Because, yet again, you loved him, no matter how you wanted to scratch his face out of madness

He is intimidated by your whole sense of nonchalant micro expressions but he knows behind that mask

You're upset

You know it yourself that you've done everything that you could ever give to him

You conclude in your own thoughts alone that you aren't enough for him

There might be sprinkle of insecurity that you wanted to brush it off but that's what you feel

You supported him, take care of him, you've been a good listener, you've been a loving girlfriend of his that in other people lenses

You're just an eye candy

Now, you understand what you've gotten those sympathetic eyes on you at school

Because this is all what comes down to....

You're just another girl that he got himself a jackpot to his prize

Just another trophy to his collection that he just....slept with you and he'll do it again after to the next girl that he got eyes targeted

Despite at how brutal that sounds

You will always love him

Back to Prom 1984

You can feel everyone's eyes on the both of you

You're dancing together at the center of the dance floor

They knew about you and Steve's relationship and the infidelity that he has done

They knew about the bond that is going to fall apart

Steve thought that the music is far from being too loud, he is getting overwhelmed by it, he wants to turn it off and leave the premises with you where he feels safe

Now, he is slipping off with your delicate fingers, the only sanctuary that he has ever given and he knows that he is fucking lucky to have you

He wished that the both of you could lose this crowd

"Let's go outside"

"N-No, S-Steve- No"

He ignores your protests and he tugs at your hand leading you out of the dance floor as he tries to scrape you off your feet and dragged you outside

The students starts whispering all around

He is surprised that you let him hold you

You let him intertwined your hands with his

He pushes you outside first slowly and he closes the door behind him, the music blurs out

You wrap your arms around yourself the night chilly air hits your delectable skin as the fairy lights from the streets makes you look glowy

He sadly sighs as he finally had the chance to look at you like this again

This is the only time that he saw what's in your eyes, god- is this what he trying to dodge? what is he thinking? all he wanted is to punch himself for cheating on you

All he can see the remnants of your undying love to him on your eyes but also mixed with a cloud of gloominess

He fucked up big time

He removes his coat as he tries to give it to you

"I don't want your coat" you step away as you sternly look at him

He ignores again, your remark as he places his coat around you

"What should I do to gain back your trust, please tell me" his hazel eyes pleads for you and your eyes burning from the tears forming

Your chest tightens, you don't want to have this conversation again

You know it'll ended up so raw and you feel exposed by your feelings and the worst case

The transparency of your emotions

The seconds as he awaits for your reply, the music from the gymnasium dies

You look at him that he doesn't ever wanted to see

It terrifies him horribly as he begins to cry in front of you as you did too

"Oh, god- please no" his voice starts breaking and your heart shattered at the sound of it

He knows exactly the meaning behind your melancholic eyes

It's all sad goodbyes

"Steve, maybe it's better this way" you say as you held his cheeks as he presses himself against it at the palm of your hands as he kisses it

"No, it's not-"

He knows that you aren't a fool to this any longer, he knows what's about to happen but he can't help but beg for you to not leave him

You rip your hand out of his cheeks as he already misses your touches

You hated how fast you feel powerless over him whenever you talked to him like this

You hated how easily that he can get to touch like nothing happened

But, not this time, not anymore

You're trusting your gut, you listen to your inner voice

"Steve! If we pick up where we left off, we'd just end up hurting ourselves and it will hurt a lot more of the things that we wanted to say to each other"

"Don't say it like that- I promise that'll be better, I'll prove it to you"

You slam your lips over his and he can't help but feel the same butterflies on his stomach that he once ignored, you kissed him like it was your last breath

There's a voice inside of his head that says he something is bad is about to happen

God, if he could only turn back the time and he'll make things right

"Don't let this get over with your head, I am giving you one last dance, one last touch and one last kiss"

"N-No, please- don't let go-"

"I'm saying that this is goodbye, Steve"

"W-We could've have been so good together, we could've have this dance forever"

You smile sadly, "I wish you thought about that before you crossed me" he watches you as you take off his coat from your shoulders

Your heels hits the pavement as it starts clicking as you walked away from him

He chases you as he hugged you from behind, you breakdown in tears again, he rests his head over your shoulder as he sniffled

"Please stay"

"You will always have my heart, you know it belongs to you ever since, Steve, and I'm always going to love you, but I have to go" you caressed his hand as you remove yourself from him as you take a look at him one last time

"I love you Steve Harrington, thank you for giving me how betrayal feels like" you humorlessly chuckle as he runs his hands over his face, he keeps shaking his head sideways

You kissed his cheek as he watches you with those tired eyes, of course, you can notice everything, the dark circles surrounding his eyes

He hasn't gotten any sleep like you do

He can't sleep properly because of you

His mind and his heart screams at you

He wants you back on his life, but now, he's alone again

He hates himself and he knows what he did is unforgivable and unforgettable

"I'll miss you, take care okay?" You choke in your own tears as you fixed his hair for the last time, the kind gesture that he always admired, he can't believe that this is the last time

He holds both of your shoulders "I can't never love again, I only want you"

Your heart cracks piece by piece to his words

The time is running out, you need to move

"If you really love me you have to let me go, Steve"

He begrudgingly loosens his hold on you as he watches you walking towards your car, his eyes are fixated on you and you know it

You badly wanted to look at him again, but you decided against it, you don't even wanna leave him like this but it had to be done

He cries standing all alone on that night

You cried while driving home as your knuckles turn white as you grip on the steering wheel

He knows for a fact that he will never gonna dance again

The way he danced with you

#Spotify #steve harrington #steve harrington supremacy #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #george michael #careless whisper #1980s #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

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infectioustomfoolery · 3 months

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HALF LIFE HEADCANONS

(feat my man kade)

For all intents and purposes, this is for fun and any time period mishaps should be ignored. Part two eventually.

Gordon Freeman

- 5’10”, green eyes and slutty little waist, he/him, autistic, dumb little ponytail.

- So white. So very very white.

- Makes absolutely no facial expressions ever.

- Talks exclusively through sign language, but even then sparingly.

- Got a major staring problem.

- Probably trans idfk.

- He’s definitely gay or aroace.

- He has no idea he’s autistic, gay, or in love with Barney.

- He has PTSD and because of that he’s a prick to the Vortigaunts.

- Hopelessly addicted to morphine

- Anger issues but no one can tell

- Everyone in Black Mesa wants to fuck him silly.

- Derealization issues

- Really does NOT fw Alyx

- Regularly keeps up with Aperture Science

- Chell’s brother

- “I’m not gay, Barney.”

- He is. He so is.

- Definitely thinks Barney is a sexy beast in the combine uniform

- Plays DND and likes Star Trek

Barney Calhoun

- 5’6”, he/him, spectral heterochromia

- Gay and knows it

- Probably trans too fuck if I know

- Fluffy hair, permanent 5 o’clock shadow. He’s so goddamn hairy.

- If he doesn’t pluck his eyebrows, he’ll grow a unibrow

- Dadbod

- Alcoholic

- Literally never shuts up

- Every single guard in Half Life 1 is Barney. They’re all Barney. Always have been.

- The Blue Shift Barney is “our” Barney, though. I like to think he retained all the other Barney’s memories.

- Frat boy in college. He told them he liked football and now he has to pretend

- Poses infront of the mirror everytime he has a uniform on

- Understands Gordon Freeman perfectly literally no matter what

- He got a fucked up leg from the elevator crash.

- Cries over Gordon at least once a day

- Really hates all the Half Life 1 scientists. They’re douches.

- Gun enthusiast

- Likes conspiracy theories

- Lauren doesn’t exist, she never existed. He’s just a fat liar.

- Listens to Mitski

- Beefs with Adrian because Adrian thinks its funny but really does not care

- Southern as Hell

Adrian Shephard

1.) She’s a FEMALE

2.) She’s not a BOY

3.) and most importantly, She’s a GIRL!

- 6’5”, blue eyes, she/him (she has a preference for she but Does Not Care.)

- Butch lesbian

- Was in the military with Soldier from TF2. She played along with his antics and sort of “trained” under him.

- white, but very tan

- She gets hurt a lot

- Laughs obnoxiously loud

- Wears boxers

- Blonde, either a crewcut or mullet situation

- Probably has an eyebrow slit, but in a scar way not in a gay way

- Speaking of which she is COVERED in scars and bullet wounds

- Also freckles why not

- Very high pain/spice tolerance

- Fucking LOVES nascar (poor and stupid)

- Was able to make it into the military because when she was filling out the papers she wrote "yes" next to sex and the government just thought he was a normal amount of US Marine stupid

- Colette and Gina saw her from across the bar, and they really dig her vibe

- Her mask makes her sound really grovely and awesome (see: https://youtu.be/Fr8Jxm65EC8?si=5WvOpXfQerjM7G79 )

- She beefs with Barney

- Gets a kick out of annoying Gordon Freeman to death

- Probably makes thirst traps on TikTok

- Has really good abs

- Scout’s older sister

- So she’s from Boston

#half life #barney calhoun #gordon freeman #adrian shephard #adrian shepherd #headcanons #hl #half life headcanons #please tell me your thoughts.#valve #tf2 #team fortress 2 #aperture science #black mesa #portal #portal 2

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for pretending to lose consciousness and using it as an excuse to drop out of school?

This happened when I was in HS but it's still eating me up. I (18F at the time) suffer from a severe case of IBS, which went undiagnosed for years. During the events of this story, I had no idea what my illness was which I suffered from ever since I was a toddler. My parents took me to several doctor, all who insisted I was perfectly healthy. Every year, the pain would get increasingly worse, and we try a different doctor every once in a while. I gave up seeking medical help during middle school because I was frustrated, the doctors believed I was faking to skip school and refused to write me notes. My parents know I don't lie, yet the doctor's words got to them. They don't exactly think I'm faking, but they think I'm exaggerating a mild stomachache because I wanted to skip school and have no will to fight. I mean, it's true that I have a low tolerance to pain, even getting my hair straightened is a painful experience for me everytime.

Anyway, since IBS tends to attack when someone feels bad, high school was the worst period in my life for numerous reasons but mainly because I was getting severely bullied. Also due to my frustration with doctors, I started believing that my illness was terminal and had yet to be discovered and I was severely depressed thinking my death was soon, which made my IBS worse. When the pain was at its worst, it felt like my belly was being stabbed from the inside by several knives, it leaves me to exhausted to get up from my bed. I always locked my room's door so my parents wouldn't try to drag me out of the bed Whenever I wanted to skip school. Despite at the constant pain I was in, never once did I lose consciousness because of it. Sometimes I wish I could faint so I wouldn't feel the pain for a short a period of time, but it never happened.

In days which pain is manageable, I try my best to go to school, I often attended 2-3 days each week. I specifically insisted on going to this school because it's lenient, unlike the school my parents tried to send me to.

However, just because the pain was manageable, it didn't mean that I was feeling fine. The constant exhaustion from the severe IBS attacks left me tired all the time and I just wanted to lay in my bed again. I spent most of my time at school resting my head on the desk and teachers got used to it, but they drew the line at me actually falling asleep in class.

It happened when I was like 4-5 months away from graduating, I just wanted to rest, I had enough of the pain that I didn't want to set afoot in school again, but my parents wouldn't let me. Eveyrone thinks I'm fine and just exaggerating, that's why, I used my perfect acting skills to drop to the floor while sitting in my chair, I heard everyone whispering about how worrying the way I fell was, that it must be something serious. Classmates kept shaking me for a minute but I didn't react because I wanted it to look real. I eventually pretended to wake up and told them that I couldn't handle it anymore. That period was my Physics final, which I didn't study for, and I didn't want to take it. I have no idea what lessons we took because I never studied or paid attention in class, I was literally at my limit.

I was allowed to rest that day, and when I went back home I told my parents about losing consciousness and that I desperately need to rest. They allowed me to drop out on the condition I go back to school the next year, I agreed, but secretly believed I would never live that long to attend school ever again.

My best friend cried really hard when I told her we wouldn't be graduating together and begged me to reconsider. I told her my illness got worse to the point I started fainting, and I desperately needed to rest.

Of course, I'm still very much alive and learned what's actually wrong with me (I literally self diagnosed myself based on people's experiences on the internet then "confronted" a doctor about it) and the IBS attacks are mild and manageable these days since I know what I need to do to avoid them, I have a full time job and rarely ever need to skip. But the guilt is making me feel like TA for worrying everyone about me and breaking my bff's heart. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Century of Love - Ep 10 Finale

This will be a general summary of the series.

Overall, I really liked Century of Love, except for most of the last 3 episodes, which unfortunately exceeded my tolerance for the soap opera genre, which is high, but also has its limits 😄 There was also too much crying, I don't like watching it and there's nothing I can do about it..

The plot also seemd a bit dull, replaced by an excess of expressive feelings.

And that's all the criticism, apart from that the series met my expectations 😉

DaouOffroad proved that they are one of the best couples in the BL industry, their natural chemistry has been maintained since LiT and they carried this story, this romance, and made the love believable. Apart from that, they are simply incredibly attractive and watching them is a real pleasure

Daou as a 100-year-old man was totally believable, conveying this specific vibe of older, grumpy guys. He was just as convincing when he cried, writhed in pain, as he was totally in love with Vee and discovered the joy of sex 😏

Offroad as a slightly broken young man struggling with adversity, poverty, his grandmother's illness, loneliness, who still retains his kindness and optimism was also very convincing and wonderful. It was obvious that San would fall in love with him, who wouldn't

special mention to Chibi San, what a kid 💯

the other characters (San's family, Tao, Ton and Third) were really nice, I especially liked how supportive they were of San and Vee and their genuine devotion to them. It's also good that they didn't make Third a jealous villain

Ju is one of the most wonderful girls I've ever seen in any production, EVER, but then again I just love the vibe of the Gen Alpha girls, so no surprise that she was my fav 💖

the humor, lightness, funniness, camp of this series was really good

I'm absolutely delighted that the series overall ignored the reincarnation issue and went in the direction I wanted, which was San falling in love with a specific person and when he made a choice, he didn't look back. And Vee was just Vee, no Vad in him, in his memories, his personality. San, Vee and Vad were all DIFFERENT PEOPLE

I like that the series showed that you can fall madly in love once. And then you can fall madly in love a second time.

I liked that when San fell in love with Vee, neither he nor the series introduced any drama with the "choice" between Vee and Vad. San only had Vee in his heart and only wanted him. 10/10, no bullshit, only true love

San and Vee stayed in character until the end. San "nobly and chivalrously" wanted to spare his beloved pain, Vee of course thought that it was all his fault and San was avoiding him because he didn't want to see him. Was San's behavior irritating? Of course, but just as it normally annoys me, here it surprisingly suited San, BESIDES the series showed that this was the wrong approach with Third's words and resolved it without stupid scenes and unnecessary drama and fight. Likewise, their reconciliation was very delicate and kind, as they are

San and Vee barely holding it all together, their last night together - it was very beautiful and moving. Such beauty, raw emotions, despair and nobility are rarely shown in BL series, but it also works best in costume series and soap operas. I also liked how they spent the last night showing that physical contact is not just sex, that it is something important in a relationship and is used to convey feelings

we got a happy ending and their nice scenes together, when they are happy and free

I can only hope that Daou and Offroad will get the opportunity to star in a well-written and directed series in a nice atmosphere on the set, and that we will see more of Pond and the actress playing Juu and her sweet face 💖

Thank you all for the nice time spent together experiencing this lovely i fun series and the awesomeness of DaouOffroad 💖💖💖💖💖💖 See you soon in their next project!

#century of love #bl drama #thai bl #daouoffroad

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it has been awhile, but I've finally gotten around to doing another one of these! hope it will help with my writing funk.

[and is super guilty for not having told him back then. At the same time, Wukong is confused why Max seems so... ok with it suddenly???] + [He ultimately doesnt want to open up any old wounds Wukong has from the incident since he's been living with the outcome of that fight far longer than Mac has.] + [Why was Wukong protecting the monk that hurt him? Why was Wukong going on this Journey and not returning to his throne? Why did he hide the Stone Egg from the world?]

honestly? Wukong is probably more concerned by how okay with having been killed Mac is than he would be if he was still upset and causing problems because of it. I feel like Wukong would actually be very ok with talking/answering any questions about what happened, it'd be a hard conversation for sure, but he's grown to have enough emotional maturity to know it's a necessary one. the only reason he let Mac get away with pushing it off for so long to the point of it blowing up in there faces a little was because he was trying to let the other have time to process and work out how he felt before trying to hash things out together.

but perhaps, Wukong is also deflecting a little, worried that trying to talk about it would spur into an argument. neither of them are very good at listening to each other when they get riled up, and after how their fight went... he knows he did his best trying to talk Macaque down, but he always kinda feels like he should've tried harder. he just doesn't want things to get out of control again.

[Ao Lie and Wukong are quickly panicking over each other while their other bros are forcing them to rest after the Samadhi Fire Ritual.]

the Tripataka forces them both onto bedrest, but it's a combined effort of the uninjured pilgrims to keep them there considering how restless Wukong can be. between Wukong and Ao Lie? it's an endless cycle of "no, I'll get up and ask for water, you stay in bed" and "no, I'll grab the extra blankets, you need to rest".

[Wukong was in so much pain that he was convinced that he was going into labor, or that he even lost Yuebei as a result of joining in the Ritual.]

now I'm just picturing the others waking up to Wukong (who normally has a very high pain tolerance) loudly sobbing from how much it hurts and inconsolable because once the thought of having lost the egg even crossed his mind he became convinced that's what happened. he must have cried so hard, they'd have to call Guanyin to do a check-up while he's still sobbing to show him the egg is fine for him to even begin to calm down.

[Nezha makes note of hiding anything flammable whenever he visits the monkeys.]

it does seem Yuebei has a taste for the spicy-er things, huh. wonder if she'd like any of Redson's cooking?

[Pigsy: "Sure thing. Guess little monkeys aren't much different from little MKs." *gives Yuebei her nose back*]

heh- funny thing about that pigsy-

[Memory!Ao Lie, frowning: "Why are you so stubborn to admit that it wasn't your fault? I really truly never blamed you, or her." Wukong, crying: "Why were you so ok with it? Because of me, the Samadhi Fire it... hurt you."]

Wukong has had a real rough go with people ditching him after one mistake, real or even just perceived mistakes alike, and messing up the ritual and letting the fire hurt Ao Lie? a monumental fuck-up to almost anyone you ask. Wukong, rather unfortunately, has very good reason for believing Ao Lie would hate or resent him for it, anyone else would. he's grown used to it, apathetic, maybe even has grown to expect it.

as it is, this means Wukong has a very hard time understanding/grasping it when someone doesn't hate him over things like this.

[Ofc Nezha feels like garbage for treating Wukong's actions during the Ritual as a failing.]

worst part is, Wukong doesn't treat him like he was wrong. when it gets brought up he talks about matter-of-factly, nonchantly, like it was no big deal that he was in pain, at risk of sacrificing his unborn egg and basically everyone aside from the pilgrims was treating him like he was the ultimate disappointment.

this is in part due to Wukong's own guilt over the ritual, insecurities about being enough/strong enough, and because he, again, doesn't blame Ne Zha because he didn't know about the egg because Wukong never told him and therefore, it's actually on his shoulders .

(Wukong needs a therapist)

[The Spider Gang has nightmares of Guanyin coming to beat the rest of them up like she's a Jojo stand.]

they're so terrified that they basically start praying to Guanyin- more so begging to be left alone, but still.

[To hear that Wukong has named her his little "Moon Comet Star" just makes him cry harder, especially with how casually Wukong names her.] + [But I bet Wukong is just so happy that he tells everyone Yuebei's name long before that time.]

I think Wukong probably had a lot of trouble coming up with names before Yuebei was born, nothing just ever seemed right! he honestly tried not to think about why the only ones that ever seemed to be good candidates were space/moon related names. but then Macaque came back. he stopped denying it at that point, and just went all for it. no matter how things with Mac end up going, Wukong probably already had the name chosen by the time he came back from looking for the map. And yeah, Macaque loves the idea that this was always Wukong's plan, and Wukong being just as happy about the name is also just so cute to him!

[It's PIF anf DBK's fave baby photo of Yuebei - besides the one where she tried eating Red Son's hair.]

oooooo what do you think would be everyone else's fav baby photos of Yuebei?

[and when he gets to Camel Ridge, he pauses before looking towards Wukong for confirmation. At Wukong's excited nod, Macaque grins evily.] + [Macaque also deliberately exaggerates the voices of their allies like PIF and DBK so Yuebei doesn't accidentally associate their voices with the muddy past shown in the book.]

let's be real, Peng's voice is the most bastardized.

love the fact that Macaque doesn't even really have to ask, Wukong already knows what he's planning and is living for it. Wukong enjoys the retelling almost as much as Yuebei does, if only for Macaque's dramatics. and doing his best to change her perception of their current allies? a very appreciated effort.

[Azure is clueless and isn't sure if monkey cubs work like lion cubs or not. Yellow Tusk has the sense to ask the remaining servants for help with tending to the infant - a group of seven brave orchard maidens stepped forward to run the baby a bath and prepare her a meal. Yellow Tusk is sure that he recognises them.]

so long pining for a monkey and he has no clue how they work or how to care for one. at least Yellowtusk is at least a little bit sensible. and ah! the peach orchard maidens Wukong was friends with! imagine if this was their first proper intro to Yuebei. they've never met but they know this is their old friends child so the seven will do anything for her, take on as many responsibilities as it takes to keep Yuebei out of Azure's claws as long as they can.

they don't like any of the brotherhood, but tusk at least seems remorseful enough to consider him safe enough to help bathe the little infant- with supervision of course. Yuebei latching to his trunk was probably as funny to them (at Yellow tusk's expense) as it was heartbreaking because they could probably recognize the behavior for what it was due to their time spent with the Monkey King.

at least Yuebei's comes out of it thinking/feeling very positively about peach maidens.

[So when the elephant gently put Yuebei in the warm bathwater and offered her mashed fruit, she instinctively clasped around his trunk like it was the arm of her parents, making sad hooing sounds as she sucked on her fingers. Yellow Tusk felt his heart break at the sight. He simply cannot fathom harming her in any sense of the word.]

oh no, Yuebei's sucking her finger, means she's missing her mama. imagine if after her rescue Wukong/macaque notice she's developed a small oral fixation from the trauma of her kidnapping.

I wonder if Yellow Tusk ever looks down at this tiny monkey and has an epiphany about how he treated Monkey King and Macaque, or the treatment of them he was at least complacent in. those two were never truly infants sure, but they were young minds, perhaps the thought had never crossed his mind because they're looks were deceiving when it came to age. how young had they truly been? what age were the children the brotherhood sent to war and martyred?

perhaps it doesn't matter anymore, the chance at redemption long forgotten, but at least he knows i his heart of hearts he will not make the mistake again. even if it means betraying those he's held dear for so long...

[Mac would make a show of picking up his baby girl and kissing her all over while commenting in baby-talk; "Did you have fun with the birdy and kitty, moonlight? Yeah? Do you want Bama to take something to remember your little play date?"]

the fact that Macaque baby-talks to the obvious victor only makes Peng's humiliation worse. Imagine getting turned into ground beef by an infant and her dad comes in and makes it all the more real that you were beaten by a less-than-a-year-old baby by outright baby talking her in front of you. like you always were and always would be nothing but literal child's play to deal with that you weren't even deserving of having your defeat be treated seriously, no. your opponent gets baby talk congratulations.

Macaque will forever tell the story of Peng's defeat when having proud dad bragging moments.

[Macaque has one of the feathers preserved as a bookmark. It brings him great joy.]

he takes a couple feathers for himself, makes a few different things out of them, like a quill. but he also made one or two for other people like Wukong and of course Yuebei's toy. they all bring him (and the receivers of the gifts) great joy.

prev.

yesyesyes some SlowBoiled thoughts! Also btw I've shortened what parts I'm replying to for brevity.

[honestly? Wukong is probably more concerned by how okay with having been killed Mac is than he would be if he was still upset and causing problems because of it...] + [but perhaps, Wukong is also deflecting a little, worried that trying to talk about it would spur into an argument... ...he just doesn't want things to get out of control again.]

YES

A big reason for their fight just as S4 starts is the fact they're avoiding some pretty big glaring questions/concerns to "avoid conflict", only to hurt themselves and each other more by deflecting. Sometime avoiding confrontation is more harmful than tackling your demons head-on and de-escalating any anger that it brings up as it comes. Wukong would be ok answering any questions Mac needed to be answered, but the real hard part is getting both monkeys in a space where they can vent it out a bit without one or both trying to portal away from an escalating conversation.

A good marriage counsellor needs to take on Wukong and Macaque's case and let the monkeys honestly Talk for a while without interruption.

Yue Lao, god of marriage & true love: "Diiiid someone call for marriage help?" :3

[the Tripataka forces them both onto bedrest, but it's a combined effort of the uninjured pilgrims to keep them there considering how restless Wukong can be. between Wukong and Ao Lie? it's an endless cycle of "no, I'll get up and ask for water, you stay in bed" and "no, I'll grab the extra blankets, you need to rest".] +[now I'm just picturing the others waking up to Wukong (who normally has a very high pain tolerance) loudly sobbing... ...he must have cried so hard, they'd have to call Guanyin to do a check-up while he's still sobbing to show him the egg is fine for him to even begin to calm down.]

Aww. It's very sweet but also kinda sad to think about. Eventually Ao Lie and Wukong are both too exhausted from their escape attempts, so the rest of the Pilgrims tap in to tend to them.

And the miscarriage scare!! PIF had opened up to Wukong in the last few weeks about how she and Bull had suffered tragic losses before Red came into the world - and when Wukong feels that terrible pain in his body, he immediately breaks down at the thought of suffering the same loss. Guanyin has to check in since Wukong won't stop hyperventilating and crying at the idea that he lost Yuebei. The goddess thankfully is able to confirm that the soul within the egg was alive and well, just very startled by the surge of power. Wukong still cries, now from relief.

Sadly, if the Samadhi ritual occurred after Macaque's death, Wukong likely saw the Egg as the final reminder of his former-mate. Yuebei is his little moonlight, even if her creation was not ideal.

[it does seem Yuebei has a taste for the spicy-er things, huh. wonder if she'd like any of Redson's cooking?]

Now I'm thinking of a scene where post-S3/4, Red Son is messing around in the kitchen with MK and Mei while they're babysitting Yuebei. Cue the baby grabbing a handful of spicy bbq sauce Red Son has been preparing and shove it in her mouth like it's nothing. All three are speechless with terror as Yuebei doesn't appear to be bothered in the slightest. Then she tries going for more!

Red Son quickly moves his sauce pot away and wonders aloud if he's skipped an ingredient. MK takes a spoonful, and with his face sweating profusely wheezes "Nope. That's Australian-level."

Yuebei whines for some more, and all three now understand why she keeps trying to eat firey things. DBK laughes proudly when he's told about it later on - nothing less from his dear godcalf!

[heh- funny thing about that pigsy-]

Lets just say a lot about MK's upbringing makes more sense after Pigsy realises that his son is a monkey demon XD

[Wukong has had a real rough go with people ditching him after one mistake, real or even just perceived mistakes alike... ...this means Wukong has a very hard time understanding/grasping it when someone doesn't hate him over things like this.]

THIS is why Ao Lie and the Samadhi Fire arc are so important to Wukong's character. He has such trouble understanding that sometimes people who care won't hold your mistakes real or perceived against you. Ao Lie likely told Wukong to his face multiple times that he didn't care that Wukong "screwed up", he was just glad that Wukong, the Egg, and Tripitaka were alive and well after all things considered.

[worst part is, Wukong doesn't treat him like he was wrong... ....(Wukong needs a therapist)]

The fact that Wukong doesn't mind that Nezha treated his failure that way all those years ago, makes Nezha even more concerned in the modern day!

yes yes he does.

[they're so terrified that they basically start praying to Guanyin- more so begging to be left alone, but still.]

Guanyin can only grant the Spider Gang a swift end and perhaps a revival after S3. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[I think Wukong probably had a lot of trouble coming up with names before Yuebei was born,...]

Wukong is bad at naming things I feel. He did call himself "Grimpil Sun" when he pretended to be a different monkey in the Gold-Silver Twins chapter. Even after over a thousand years of prep, he's still undecided what he'd should call his Egg once they arrive.

He's called Yuebei his "little moonlight", his "star", and his "comet" since long before he finally decided on her name. And when Macaque came back into his life and confirmed that he wanted both of them to be safe? His little "Moon Comet Star" just made sense - she indirectly brought his Moonlight back to him.

[oooooo what do you think would be everyone else's fav baby photos of Yuebei?]

hehehe!

For Wukong it's any photo of Yuebei. Look at his daughter! She's here! She's so perfect! Has one of those giant wallets full of photos of her.

Macaque's favorite is one Mei snapped of Yuebei just after the baby had destroyed Peng and Azure - the cub's eyes gleaming with delight at seeing her Bama again, her mouth full of golden feathers. He also treasures a photo he took of Wukong just after Yuebei's egg was born - his Peaches smiling contentedly as he curls around the egg.

MK's is when Yuebei saw him put away the Staff, and she tried looking inside his ear for it.

Mei is taking so many photos all the time, so it's hard for her to have faves. One of her faves though is a pair of photos where Yuebei is completely calm and about to fall asleep, and then her eyes are glowing with eye-lasers cus a bang in the kitchen scared her. Mei uses it as a reaction meme.

For Pigsy its a photo of Yuebei attempting to eat her first mooncake - the pastry was bigger than her whole head. Chang'e took the photo and just knew Pigsy would love it.

Tang's is the one of MK holding Yuebei for the first time, tears and snot running down the older monkey-boy's face while Yuebei looks up at him curiously. Tang thinks it's hilarious.

Sandy's fave is Yuebei taking a curious sip of tea from her mama's cup, and frowning hard when she realised it wasn't as nice as milk. Also one where Yuebei and Mo got distracted by the same cat toy - seems that the baby girl likes attacking things with feathers.

PIF and DBK's faves are well known ofc. Red Son would claim that he doesn't have any, but secretly its one where the baby monkey is playing peekaboo with DBK. It just really heart-warming to see his father interact with Yuebei after missing out on a lot of Red's childhood. Red looks at the photo and wonders if his father ever tried such games on him. (He did. Baby Red Son exploded)

Jiuweihuli and the twins love any photo Wukong shares with them. The old Vixen's favourite is where Macaque managed to get Yuebei into an elaborate baby costume (lots of bribery with mashed peaches was involved) and the baby is just happily sticking her tongue out at the camera.

It takes Bai He a while to warm up to Yuebei all the way, but she likes the photo of Yuebei when she first met Mo. The cat was very cautious and the baby monkey was just fascinated.

The gods themselves get rare glimpses of Sun Wukong's baby. Nezha's fave is a short video of Yuebei's first ever swimming lesson - decked out in all the little floaties as she doggie-paddled in the kiddie pool, Wukong smiling and holding his arms out for her while Macaque filmed. Nezha loves it not only for it's content, but for how happy Wukong finally is after so long. He blesses Yuebei many times over for good fortune and safety.

[let's be real, Peng's voice is the most bastardized. love the fact that Macaque doesn't even really have to ask, Wukong already knows what he's planning and is living for it. Wukong enjoys the retelling almost as much as Yuebei does, if only for Macaque's dramatics. and doing his best to change her perception of their current allies? a very appreciated effort.]

Macaque turns Peng's voice into a harsh nasally sound with random squawks thrown in like a cartoon parrot.

Wukong and Macaque have a near psychic connection as a couple once they start cohabitating again (and deal with emotional stuff). Wukong cannot deny his Plums the chance to make fun of their former brothers. Wukong even gets in on it, mimicking his own younger self and a some of the Pilgrims in a silly voice. Yuebei loves story time.

[so long pining for a monkey and he has no clue how they work or how to care for one. at least Yellowtusk is at least a little bit sensible... ...at least Yuebei's comes out of it thinking/feeling very positively about peach maidens.]

Azure is an orange male cat at his core - he's standing there, holding Yuebei by her diaper and wondering "What now?" while Peng covers their beak. Yellowtusk atleast has the wisdom to ask around the palace for help when Yuebei starts getting fussy. And since Peng confirms that the Memory Scroll "took the cupbearers as well" in the special, the Orchard Maidens are running themselves ragged to ensure that the invaders are content, and by proxy Yuebei safe. Not many are aware of their familial connection to the Emperor on first glance, so they quickly disguise themselves as "just" servants that escaped the Scroll.

So when Yellowtusk approaches almost shyly for help to feed and clean the baby hostage, the girls knew they made the right choice to stay. The seven maidens had taken one look at the baby monkey, saw the power she wielded, and just knew she was their dear didi's baby. '

The Maidens provide a character statement for Yellowtusk once everything is said and done. Afterall, the elephant allowed his trunk to be nearly crushed if it meant the baby girl had comfort.

Oh oh! Imagine in the aftermath of S4, Wukong manages to ask Yellowtusk who cared for Yuebei while she was hostage?

Yellowtusk, in cuffs about to be taken away: "I tried my best, but without the aid of the seven Orchard Maidens I likely wouldn't have fared much better than my brothers." Wukong: "Orchard Maidens?" Seven distinct voices: "Didi!" Wukong turns to see the seven snake-cat-like celestials running towards him, their appearances unkempt from worry. They carefully check him and Yuebei over. Orchard Maidens: "Oh thank buddha you're ok!" "We were so worried!" "After what happened to baba we..." "We couldn't bare to leave her alone with them!" Wukong, touched: "You all stayed behind, knowing that you shared the halls with the lion that took your father away, just to make sure my baby was ok?" Orchard Maidens: "Of course!" "You're a fellow attendant!" "Aiyi would have broken her vow of pacifism if either of you were truly hurt!" "We knew she was yours just from the way she... shot lasers out her eyes." Wukong, tearing up: "Oh girls..." Wukong & the Maidens: (*all group hug, careful to give Yuebei some space*)

Yuebei considers the Maidens akin to aunties since they care for her so well and clearly have a good relationship with her mama. This indirectly leads to the mourning Xiwangmu to see the baby girl as a surrogate granddaughter once they are properlly introduced. Yuebei recognises something in the Queen Mother's heart is hurt and wants to hug and kiss it better. Xiwangmu in turn can only reminice on the times she and her dear Jade held their own cubs in their arms, the dawn of their empire.

[oh no, Yuebei's sucking her finger, means she's missing her mama... ... he knows i his heart of hearts he will not make the mistake again. even if it means betraying those he's held dear for so long...]

Yesss. Baby monkey who are separate from their mothers develop oral fixations/self-soothing behaviors, which is still seen if they successfully gain a foster mom/is returned. It's a learned habit. Now I'm imagining Yuebei becoming super attached to her pacifer long after she's weaned, just because its such a source of comfort for her. Wukong and Macaque had to ask around a bit to try and figure out how to wean Yuebei off the pacifer once her milk teeth started growing in.

Yellowtusk's redemption is very internal, but it reflects heavily in his actions. After the days of caring for Yuebei, and coming to realise how they as a Brotherhood treated their monkey brethern, Yellowtusk starts on the path of reversing the damage caused by the coup. Even if the Heavens never forgive him, he is ultimately glad that his brothers and their families are safe - a far greater reward than what Azure's plans brought him.

Note; in situations where the Brotherhood survive/are captured after S4 - I feel like the Buddha pulls a Jttw on them and suddenly theres three circlets on their heads for the next few millennium. >:)

[the fact that Macaque baby-talks to the obvious victor only makes Peng's humiliation worse... Macaque will forever tell the story of Peng's defeat when having proud dad bragging moments.] +[he takes a couple feathers for himself, makes a few different things out of them, like a quill. but he also made one or two for other people like Wukong and of course Yuebei's toy. they all bring him (and the receivers of the gifts) great joy.]

HAHA! XD

Peng ain't ever going to live down being turned into chicken paste by a baby monkey. A bunch of celestial soldiers and servants saw how the Six Eared Macaque waltzed in, picked up the baby monkey, and cooed at her while Peng lay broken upon the floor. Yuebei isn't some disguised immortal or god, she's a baby. One that quickly falls asleep in her parents arms once they're all reunited.

Macaque is so keeping a few of Peng's feathers as trophies. The quill idea is amazing - he'd sign everything with it. Wukong gets a cute broach made with one of the golden feathers intertwined, and thinks its beautiful (if a little arrogant but hey he loves trophies). Yuebei has a toy thats 80% feathers she's ripped from Peng, and 20% string and cloth that looks like a kitten toy - it's her fave thing besides her plush skeleton toy. Macaque sends Xiwangmu a few feather quills along with a letter of condolence - it brings her some comfort (as does the lion hide she drapes on her shoulder).

tysm for asking in! Its ok to take breaks from writing if we need it. I'm just glad that we can shoot ideas back and forth.

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drpoisonoaky · 8 months

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Therapy homework, fire siblings edition

Azula and Zuko have to share moments from their childhood in order to heal their relationship (therapy homework), even as they are there for each other.

In my own personal Azula’s redemption arc, Zuko is there helping her sister in the same way he got help.

So they talk about everything because they’re healing and they need to do it.

[Turtle ducks]

Zuko: I think those two are playing together.

Azula: Or they’re fighting to decide who will become the Turtle Lord.

Zuko: Don’t project your trauma onto turtle ducks.

Azula: I was not. It’s a very real and possible situation in the turtle duck world.

Zuko: I am going to ignore that because I was wondering why you hate them.

Azula: I don’t hate them.

Zuko: You threw rocks at them every time we were here.

Azula:

Zuko: What?

Azula: That we never included me, you know? It was more like “Mom and Zuko and, oh, Azula is here”.

Azula: So I guess I want my mother to give me attention, and my child brain said “Let’s make chaos”.

Zuko: Oh… I’m sorry I…I never thought about it that way.

Azula: Don’t punish yourself Zuzu. We were children. It wasn’t your job.

Zuko: But now we can feed them together, right? No rocks, only bread.

Azula: You really are a softie. It’s annoying.

Zuko: Let’s take the bread.

[Children]

Zuko: Do you want kids?

Azula: Not really. You do?

Zuko: One. Only one.

Azula: Did I traumatize you Zuzu?

Zuko: Yes, but no. If I had a kid, I want to focus on them, giving them all of my love and support. Being the Firelord and doing that for more than one child it’s impossible.

Azula: Oh, you really think about this… I hate to say it, but you would be a great dad.

Zuko: Thanks. I appreciate it. Why don't you?

Azula: First of all, it would have to be adopted, so the kid comes with baggage. And with my baggage, I probably couldn’t be there as much as the kid needs. It’s not fair to them. I can’t put the happiness of some child behind my own selfishness.

Zuko: Cool aunt?

Azula: I’m going to spoil your child so much that they’ll be as insufferable as you are.

Zuko: Of course you will.

[Fire resistance]

Katara: Hey firebenders, I have a question. Do you really resist fire better by nature or…?

Azula: Yes and no.

Zuko: I mean, look at my face.

Katara: That’s why I’m asking. Why do you resist less than ‘Zula? I swear she could be on fire and not notice.

Azula: We didn’t have the same training. Mother stopped Ozai a lot for the both of us. But when she was gone…

Zuko: I was banished when he started his fire resistance methods…

Katara: but ‘Zula don’t.

Azula: I was burned every day in every place except the face. Well, you saw the marks.

Sokka: Why not the face?

Suki: Don’t be rude.

Azula: It was because I was a princess after all, and you know we had to be pretty and perfect.

Katara: And how do you get high pain tolerance from that?

Azula: I guess some nerves died along the way or maybe my brain learned to ignore that kind of pain…I don’t know.

Azula: I hate him, but in battle it’s really useful. But yeah, don’t try it at home, kids.

Sokka: So if we try to burn your fac-

Katara: Don’t you dare, asshole.

[Crying]

Katara: Did they cry much when they were babies?

Azula: I bet Zuzu was insufferable.

Zuko: I was a pretty nice baby.

Ursa: You were nice, but you cried a lot.

Azula: See.

Ursa: And you weren't nice at all, young lady. But truth to be told, she didn’t cry.

Zuko: Lack of emotions, I see.

Azula: Not dumbass, it was for the balance between you and me.

Katara: She didn’t cry at all? What would happen if she was hungry or hurt herself?

Ursa: She just waited.

Azula: Of course I did that, crying change nothing. Plus, it wasn’t allowed.

Zuko: What do you mean?

Azula: Oh right, that was one of the points of our “educational differences”.

Ursa: Azula?

Azula:

Katara: Azula?

Azula: Fine.

Azula: Father didn’t really like the tears. He said that water isn’t something that should exist around a firebender. So I didn’t cry.

Katara: …but what if you did by any chance?

Azula, smiling sadly: He turned into my personal dryer. Goodbye tears.

Ursa: *gasp* But when you were a child he neve-

Azula: Don’t worry mother… It's not your fault.

Zuko: We should try to cry together anytime you want. As a therapy exercise, of course.

Azula: I-…thanks Zuzu.

Katara: And I hope he knows that you are around water all the time and he can’t do shit.

Azula: Of course master Katara, best master water bender of all times.

Zuko: Mom, we should go. They had started their own weird flirting thing.

Katara:

Azula:

Katara: What are you waiting for? Keep going.

[Compliments]

Aang: I know It’s none of my business, but I was wondering why some compliments make you look awkward but on the opposite sides. *Points at Azula and Zuko*

Zuko: What do you mean?

Aang: Like Azula takes it so well when we say something nice about her bending or her looks but she’s weird when it’s not about that. And you get so weird when we compliment your looks or your bending. Like a yin and yang kinda thing.

Azula: Easy. I was praised for everything Zuko isn’t.

Aang: What do you mean?

Azula: I’m a prodigy and a princess. Being an excellent firebender and looking pretty at the same time is or was my job. Zuzu is a mediocre firebender, under Father’s eyes, and he burned half of his face.

Zuko: And ‘Zula never was praised for being anything else.

Aang: But that’s awful.

Azula: I didn’t need to be anything apart from that, Zuko was banished. That’s life.

Sokka: No, it’s not. Your father it’s a piece of shit.

Katara: And I hope we never see him again. No offense.

Azula and Zuko: None taken.

[Giving Affection]

Katara, fidgeting with the hem of her tunic: I don’t know if it’s awkward to ask you that.

Zuko: …Go on.

Katara: Okay, so when you get out of the fire nation. Do you flinch?

Zuko: …Did I flinch?

Katara: General affection.

Zuko: Not really. My mother used to hug me a lot and you know Iroh.

Katara: …and who hugged Azula?

Zuko: Mom before disappearing, I guess? Me on some special days. I don’t know if our father ever did that.

Azula: Neither of them. Did you go to Zuzu to get information about me?

Katara: I want to know “your background” from another point of view.

Azula: I hate that that is a logical move. But to answer that, maybe Ty Lee was the only one. And you know Mai.

Zuko: Didn’t Mom hug you?

Azula: Do you remember that little detail that mother hated me?

Zuko: She didn’t ha-

Azula: Don’t. Please. We already passed that point.

Katara: So it’s decided.

Azula: What?

Katara: I’m now your personal koala, whether you want it or not. Come here.

Azula: But you do more things…

Zuko: And that’s my cue to get out of here.

[Education]

Aang: Wait, really, you know it all?

Azula: Of course, it was part of my education. I need to know history, especially anything related to war, but knowledge is knowledge.

Aang: But Zuko didn’t know anything about the Air Nomads' history.

Azula: We didn’t have the same education.

Zuko: Basically because Azula is a nerd.

Azula: Excuse me.

Zuko: After you did your homework, you started to read about everything, especially history. That’s why.

Aang: So she's more prepared than you.

Azula: I am. While Zuzu cried, I trained or focused on my studies. Time is gold in war.

Katara: You didn’t rest?

Azula: Not really, but sometimes I needed to rest in order to continue.

Zuko: No you don’t. You can’t count that as resting.

Aang: What, why?

Zuko: It’s not my call. Sorry. But you should explain it ‘Zula.

Katara: Azula?

Azula: What Zuzu means is that the “rest days” weren’t really optional.

Aang: Oh, they force you to rest?

Azula: Not exactly…I have to rest because I couldn’t move. Training wasn’t always…educational.

Zuko: Call it what it was. That shitty excuse of man made us fight against him and beat us until we faint.

Aang: Spirits.

Zuko: And I guess me being gone didn’t make him less reckless…

Azula: Quite the opposite…that’s why learning was fun.

Azula: But anyways Zuzu you should learn that so from now on I’m going to teach you history, physics and math. Be aware.

Zuko: Only if we take rest days. Real ones.

Azula: Don’t be lazy.

[Wake up time]

Katara: I can’t beat Azula.

Sokka: But you did remember…Oh, spirits, don’t tell me is a dirty-

Katara: NO.

Katara: Also not in that way, dummy. I can’t get up earlier than her. It's like every time I wake up early and say “Wow, today I really got up early” she’s already awake and meditating or something.

Ty lee: I tried for a week. Then I got tired.

Mai: It’s a losing battle. You can’t beat them.

Katara: Wait, does Zuko also wake up early?

Mai: Every day, like if he makes the sun or something.

Azula, arriving from sparring with Zuko: Talking behind my back isn’t new, but still hurts a little.

Zuko: Same.

Katara: Why do you wake up so early? Both of you.

Azula, raising an eyebrow: Why do you ask?

Zuko: Why do you wake up so late?

Katara: Don’t answer a question with a question. Both of you don’t know the concept of oversleeping or even slacking. Why?

Zuko: What are you ta-…Oh.

Zuko: Lala, do you remember the “If you wake up after the sun…

Azula: …how do you pretend to use his flames”.

Katara: Oh no.

Mai:

Ty lee: That jerk.

Zuko: So we have to stop.

Azula: I’m going to knock myself out every morning, I swear.

Zuko: Same.

Katara: Or instead of me waking up next to my unconscious girlfriend, you could try not getting out of bed.

Zuko: You mean stay in bed until the sun is up so we can train later?

Katara: I mean yeah. At least until you wake up like a regular human being.

Sokka: But that would imply they are regular human beings and we-AH STOP.

Azula, shooting little lightning at him: Sorry what?

Zuko, burning his butt: We are having difficulties hearing you.

Sokka: KATARA HELP YOU BROTHER.

Katara, ignoring Sokka and talking to Mai and Ty lee: So you two also like to wake up late?

Sokka: KATARA.

Ty lee: Yes, but it doesn’t fit the Kyoshi Warriors’ lifestyle. And that makes Suki angry with me, a lot.

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dolphingirl1234 · 3 months

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welcome to the first headcanons post in what will hopefully become a series unless my brain randomly decides to hyperfocus on something else

starting off with our favourite traumatised polar bear...

IT'S CAPTAIN BARNACLES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! 📣✨‼️

please enjoy my shitty picrew human version of him

gonna be honest I hate this one he looks like my dad when he was like 12

imagine him looking like this but way older

anyway headcanons:

30-mid/late 30's

idk if there's a name for this one but is sexually attracted to females but romantically attracted to males

has never dated because of this and has no desire to

he/him

he was the last of the crew to actually recognise his sexuality

everyone came out to him and he was like inwardly homophobic because of the way he had been brought up, but made a notebook full of everyone's pronouns and stuff so he could remember, and never did/said anything homophobic to anyone else - kinda like Imogen in heartstopper yk

dark brown hair that's kinda going grey on the sides

grey eyes

always has eye bags because our boy does not sleep

he's not that strict on uniform - there are random clothes that tweak plonked the octonauts logo onto and that's what is considered uniform; everyone is allowed to wear whatever they want as long as its appropriate and has the logo on it somewhere.

basically always wears the same thing because the entire world will fall apart without his routine

played candy crush once in an ad and loved it

he secretly plays it on the web bc he can't admit to himself that he likes it enough to actually download it

everyone has called him dad at least once

gets fathers day cards from everyone every year

^^ has cried from this on multiple occasions

doesn't get sick often but when he does he is SICK. the second he wakes up his face is grey and pale and he physically cannot speak without coughing

peso makes him go to bed and when he eventually agrees he sleeps for like 2 days straight and is then immediately better

he tells kwazii off for being reckless but he's done some pretty dumb shit himself

will sacrifice himself for anyone and anything (has been told off about this many times and still continues to do it)

he and inkling are the only people in the crew who like dark chocolate

absolutely despises anything sour

his pain tolerance is very high

likes mint and will casually go to the garden pod and eat it raw

has claustrophobia (canon)

also has emetophobia (look it up) because I like projecting

once you've looked up emetophobia come back and read the next one:

when he was a cub and was learning to catch and eat fish he threw up after eating one particular fish and every time he sees it in the sea he will literally hold his breath and run away

he's actually very good at modern lingo and memes but does not understand for the life of him what a skibidi toilet is

sees peso as his son and will literally protect him with his life

other crew members have various mental health struggles and barnacles is genuinely so proud of them when they do anything that's hard for them even if its just surviving the day its so cute

he hasn't experienced the things the others go through but he has so much empathy and pride for them its insane

gives the best bear hugs and when he gets sad all he wants is cuddles but he's too scared to ask anyone

natquik and kwazii are the only people who have seen him have a full breakdown

if you've had a bad day he's your guy he will pick you up and cradle you like a baby no problem

on his birthday he literally gives zero fucks about presents but is insistent on getting/making really goof presents for everyone else

he has the deepest voice ever. and he's not terrible at singing either but he never sings. ever.

the accordion secretly pisses him off as well and he just keeps playing it because it's an ongoing joke and he doesn't want to ruin it

his paws are MASSIVE.

that's all for now I hope you enjoyed your exclusive look at Zoe's Headcanons TM I probably forgot some so you might get some more later 👀

#kwazii will be next yippeee #I had so much fun making the picrews #except they make everyone look like half the age they actually are but we can just ignore that #barnacles #captain barnacles #octonauts #headcanons #octonauts headcanons #captain barnacles bear #picrew

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diviinaee · 2 years

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it is 11pm and i cannot sleep so here are some hcs i have of the redacted characters n their listeners

these are really random so bare with me as I fight the urge to sleep on the floor

David : first off. mans is latino. ok moving on. his grito? 10/10. MANS CAN SING

Angel : has cried over their minecraft dog for HOURS (david had no clue what to do)

Asher : is strangely talented at claw machines and every time a restaurant has one, he ends up getting something for everyone

Baaabe : this lovable human is the mom friend. angel needs a tissue? baaabe has it. sweetheart hasn't eaten? baaabe has their favorite fruit snacks. someone has a headache? baaabe is already giving them advil

Milo : has the worst leg cramps ever LIKE THE ONES YOU GET IN YOUR CALVES mf literally almost punched a hole in his headboard once

Sweetheart : made of liquid. this menace quite literally sits in impossible positions, fits in the smallest spaces, and is so slippery. almost like a cat

Sam : smells like coffee 24/7. this mans hugs are legit heaven on earth and i will PREACH THIS TO THE GODS

Darlin : has tried dog food before. out of stupid curiosity. did not enjoy it!

Vincent : lactose intolerant (lol fucking loser) (ps me acting like im not also lactose intolerant)

Lovely : double jointed and occasionally scared Vincent with the ways they can twist their body parts

Fred : can type on a computer blindfolded (my sister can do this and I'm so jealous)

Bright Eyes : very good at stick n pokes. has lots of them on their legs and had developed a high pain tolerance bc of it

Gavin : weirdly in love with the show ancient aliens. loves seeing what explanations humans have for magical occurrences

Freelancer : heavy-weight. this bitch can drink alot before finally crashing but is also victim to the worst hangovers known to man

Lasko : listens to Lizzo. he just does alright.

Damien : is far- sighted but he refuses to wear glasses (same)

Huxley : makes the most amazing shakes known to man LIKE SIR WHAT DO YOU PUT IN THEM

Kody : (im petty but im giving him this) smells like hair gel. AND NOT THE GOOD KIND.

Xavier : has sung let it go at practice to many times (he really let his life go tho) (im so funny 🤭)

Elliot : had too many beanies that are the same color/design but strangely knows the difference between all of them

Sunshine : a major bookworm. passed AP Literature with an A and got a 5 on the exam (prayin i got that luck 🙏)

Avior : the type of mf to go into a starbucks and order a tea. AND DOESN'T SPECIFY WHICH TEA.

Starlight : opposite of Avior. has the most detailed orders for EVERYTHING.

OK THATS ALL CAUSE NOW IM FINALLY SLEEPY i got 2 finals due tmrw so im gonna get a good night sleep so enjoy these!!

mwahmwah goodnight ♡♡

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whimsyswastry · 6 months

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15 Questions for 15 Friends

Thank you very much for the tags @pigeontheoneandonly and @favoriteblogonthecitadel 💛💛💛

Are you named after anyone?

No, but I’m often asked if I’m named after a location in a famous movie. I was not.

When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago. I’ve been struggling with an ulcer that just won’t heal and I woke up in horrendous pain and nausea on Saturday morning.

Do you have kids?

We do not. There’s a 25% chance of passing on my connective tissue disorder and sometimes it’s the fun “I’m so great at gymnastics!” kind and sometimes it’s the less fun “my brain won’t stay in my head” kind. I don’t want to put a child through all that.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I was a ballerina, gymnast, and soccer player until the injuries started becoming too frequent.

Do you use sarcasm?

Very rarely and even then only with people I’m very comfortable with (most notably my partner and my sister).

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m not sure if there’s one thing I always notice. I’m pretty quick to pick up on moods, even with total strangers. So probably that. Their vibes 🙃

What’s your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings comedies?

I used to love scary movies but I’ve noticed that as I age I have lower and lower tolerances for things like gore and screaming (especially screaming). I much prefer a comedy these days. Or a low stakes drama.

Any talents?

I had to ask my partner because I’m not good at these kinda questions. He said “interior design…like arranging stuff, and baking, and storytelling.”

Where were you born?

Literally like 2 miles away

What are your hobbies?

Video games, writing, baking, rearranging furniture in the middle of the night, reading, bird watching, crocheting, web design, quilting (I’m awful at this one but I enjoy it nonetheless)

Do you have any pets?

I have a basset beagle dachshund mix (unsure of the percentages) named Daisy Mayhem. See her Booplesnoot under the cut.

How tall are you?

5’6”

Favorite subject in school?

I liked social studies in elementary school, English and Stats in high school, and my favorite class ever was biological psychology in college.

Dream job?

Freelance web design, if it could be 100% HTML and SASS based instead of JS. I hate JavaScript. My brain just doesn’t work that way.

No Pressure Tags -> @n7viper @quietborderline @satashiiwrites @greypetrel @hauntedjellyfishtraveler @unicorn-farm @swords-n-spindles @ad-astra13 @hockles @trickythedino @captain-peroxid3 @dairsmuids @lyriumwolf @destiel-wings @hawkeshep

#about whimsy #tag games

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aloysiavirgata · 5 months

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Congrats on having the time to write! ’d love to read your thoughts on scully’s relationship with her mom - the true, deep shit, good and bad - as a fic or as meta.

This is complicated for me because FUCK ME do I ever relate to their relationship.

I’m 4.5 years older than my baby sister. My baby sister and my mother both…well. They both wear their hearts on their sleeves. You know how they feel, they have emotional outbursts, and then they Forget The Thing Happened. My sister looks like my mother, even. Petite. Traces of melanin. Slender.

I, like Scully, am my father’s Stereotypical Second Generation Irish Daughter.. I’m not comfortable with my emotions, I’m not comfortable with vulnerability. I look like my father’s five sisters who are tall and and long-nosed and narrow-hipped and full-breasted. We have high cheekbones and big eyes and a tendency towards anxiety. We are tremendously fond of cats.

When my baby sister was about six months old my parents went out for the first time and left us with a sitter. I was five. My mother was 24; she gave me a bowl of cream-of-mushroom soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. I loved both, a treat. My mother is orthorexic. She is very pretty. This is all still true.

I was five. I cried very quietly into my soup. I had the longest golden ringlets and Rainbow Brite’s horse, Starbrite. I was told very often that I looked like Drew Barrymore as Gertie in ET.

“Love,” said my daddy, who was 26. “We can stay home if you aren’t ready.” I told him the steam was bothering my eyes. He’s still wonderful, my dad. I love him so much. My children adore him.

My parents went out and the babysitter did whatever babysitters did in 1986. The baby slept and I colored or played or ate my soup. We had a plastic slide.

***

In 2008 I had an ectopic pregnancy, WITH MIRENA, MY LOVES, and it almost killed me. It ruined my anniversary dinner; I had reservations and floor-length satin halter dress the color of fresh blood. I was given Methotrexate on a Friday. On Sunday I had emergency surgery and my husband carried me, screaming in pain, like a bride. He put my children in the car. I have a high pain tolerance, but I wanted to die.

I spent days in the hospital. I slept a lot and my mother invited me to stay with her because my house had so many stairs. Because my babies were 3 and 2.

***

Mama and I watched The Magdalene Sisters, because my grandmother was from Waterford. We watched Memento Mori.

Margaret Scully said “I don't know why you didn't tell me. I don't know why you didn't tell me immediately.”

Mama was quiet for a long time. I think, then, that she understood me.

“I see,” Mama said.

****

We haven’t spoken of it since. Not really, not in a meaningful way.

I am 43. I had my first gorgeous, perfect baby at 23. I was in grad school.

My first baby will be 20 next month. We studied gastrointestinal disorders tonight. You are going to be so lucky when this stunning, brilliant girl cares for you.

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whoevenknowswhatimwriting · 4 months

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OC Interview

thanks to @winglesswriter for the tag!

we’re doing this for dare.

Are you named after anyone?

No. My name follows a tradition I remember from when I was a kid, though. It’s got an odd number of syllables, which was good luck. I don’t think it really works, though.

When was the last time you cried?

I cry when it’s safe.

Do you have any kids?

No.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I can’t. It counts as lying.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

If they’re holding anything.

What’s your eye color?

Indigo. I have hair covering one of them, so it’s hard to tell sometimes.

Any special talents?

I’m trying to learn to cook. I can already wake up quicker than most. I’m strong, and I can outmaneuver a lot of people. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, too.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t know what a movie is. Either way, I’m not always very invested in happy stories. They don’t seem like they stand up to scrutiny.

Where were you born?

Far from where I am now, though not far enough for there to be an ocean in the way. To the east, I believe.

Do you have any pets?

No. If I did, it would be dead by now anyway.

How tall are you?

Very tall. I dislike low ceilings, they make me feel trapped.

What was your favorite subject in school?

I haven’t gone in years. When I was young, I loved history, blown out of proportion and larger than life in stories. I also liked the woods, so I tried to learn to forage. It was a long time ago, so I don’t remember it now. I was very young.

What is your dream job?

I want to help. I don’t know how, but I’ll find something.

gently tagging @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @illarian-rambling @halfbit @the-ellia-west and anyone else who wants to join in (just tag me so i can see it!)

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #writer stuff #writers and poets #writerscommunity #my ocs #ocs #original character #oc: dare

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n0v4t33z · 1 year

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The Syndicate - Chapter 5 : A last goodbye?

Pairings: Choi San X Female Reader, Park Seonghwa X Female Reader, Ateez X Female Reader

Genre: Lots of angst, Romance, Crime Fiction, Psychological Drama

Word Count: 6.7k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Language, Graphic Violence, Mentions of Illegal activities (i.e Kidnapping, extortion, assassination etc.), y/n gets roughed up by Wooyoung like twice , Slow Burn, Fluff sometimes, Work In Progress, Non-Idol AU, Mafia AU, Very suggestive at times, y/n cries alot, y/n having inner turmoil, Ateez being bad boys, Wooyoung and Yeosang are a little mean in this story tbh, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Assassination attempt(s), mentions death and acts of violence

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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It’s been about a week since the police discovered my “body”, so a change in hair color and style completely shedding everything from past me thus turning me into Someone whom I don’t fully recognize anymore. I just didn't realize how weird that was going to be. From the start I decided I wanted to attend my funeral and see my family and friends one last time and today was the day but of course I wasn’t allowed to attend by myself. San for obvious reasons wasn’t going to be the one going with me since his face is already widely known by the police. A mafia kingpin attending a police funeral was out of the question and dangerous so Seonghwa volunteered to come with me since he’s not in any of the federal databases. Not to mention the funeral will be a public one so many civilians of Ulwood and Lulens along with others from the surrounding towns will be visiting so we have a very low chance of being discovered.

While I look at myself one last time in the mirror, I make sure that nothing appearance wise was out of place. My once dark makeup has now been replaced with a more sophisticated and more glamour take on it, a tight form fitting black dress and a black trench coat over the whole ensemble with some black Mary Jane high heels to tie it all together. Definitely not something I would have normally worn but none the less it's cute at least. I stare at my freshly dyed and styled hair making me realize that seeing myself in the mirror is so haunting. I get the chills to the point it makes me feel physically sick. Internally I’m not ready to let go but on the outside I look like a completely different person now meaning I kind of have to. For my family's sake at least. I don’t look like y/n anymore so there’s no reason to hang on to my old identity. It hurts even more knowing that I’m going to have to live like this for the rest of my life all because of one selfish person. I wish I could stop feeling because maybe, just maybe it’ll make everything much more tolerable or who knows maybe i'll just grow to live with it. A knock at the door startles me, and shortly after when the door is opened I realize it’s San. He holds my hand and gently places a kiss on it looking deeply into my eyes. “You look stunning angel eyes, Seonghwa says everything is ready to go but please do me a favor and stay close to him and be careful.” I nod and tightly hug him “I really wish you could go with me.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses my shoulder “I know baby, but you know why I can’t.” I sigh burying my face in his neck, his hand immediately rests on the back of my head for a bit until he pulls back and gives me a pained smile “I promise when you come back I’ll be here okay?” I bite the inside of my lip and nod. San leads me out of my room and helps me make my way outside holding my hand down the stairs.

Immediately upon stepping foot outside I see it’s very downcast, how fitting. Shitty weather for a shitty day. Either way I decide to put on some sunglasses realizing my eyes are probably not going to be open unless I’m wearing them since despite it being cloudy and a bit rainy it was oddly bright out. After San helps me make my way into to the car where Seonghwa was waiting, he looks over at me and chuckles “Wow, you really do look like a different person now but, in a good way.” I force a smile and say under my breath “Yep, now to keep up the act. If anyone asks I’m Lola, one of y/n’s friends and you’re my boyfriend. Got it?” He turns on the ignition and he turns to me with a slight grin on his face “Okay, got it. Luckily we somewhat match.” I look over and notice Seonghwa wearing a simple black dress shirt and black tailored dress up pants with a black wool overcoat, his undercut slightly styled for a more dressed up look. I bite the inside of my lip and stifle a laugh. “Well I mean of course it’s a funeral Hwa.” He turns away hiding his smile. "Right, my mistake darling."

Once we arrive it was raining, but not very hard to where we needed an umbrella. Just in case Seonghwa takes the umbrella in the glove box. He gives me a very faint smile and offers me his free arm “Ready?” I nod and link my arm with his, while walking to the ceremony site I notice a lot of familiar faces, some being the commissioner of the Ulwood police, Detective Chris, my family, and Captain Lee just to name a few. The ceremony begins and Seonghwa gently nudges me and leans in and whispers “If you need to cry, do it. It will give you closure.” I nod and I stand there watching my own funeral. For a few minutes I can’t wrap my head around what I’m watching until I see my own mother and father cry over their own daughter’s death. I don’t know why but it broke something in me, I felt it. I tighten my grip around Seonghwa’s arm while I swallow hard to try and get rid of the huge knot in my throat. Seonghwa looks over at me and has my head rest on the side of his arm. It isn’t until I notice my former partner Chris who was there comforting my mother while my father stood there with a very empty look in his eyes that my vision slowly blurs and I silently begin to cry. I hug Seonghwa’s arm tightly and he pulls me into a hug gently patting my head. Never again after this will I see my family and the people I care about, I can’t even give them a proper goodbye. My heart hurts for my family and friends, the fucking balls that old geezer has to even show his face here. This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for him. Once the commissioner makes an opening speech Captain Lee stands close by the commissioner where he calls him up to the podium. Before anything he briefly looks around to the attendees before speaking. “Detective y/n/ln was a one of a kind subordinate, she worked hard and was great at her job. To her being a detective wasn’t just a job, it was in her blood to serve and protect the community she loved and grew up in. Sadly she was taken from us too soon and she will be dearly missed. I promise we will bring justice to her and her memory, just how she brought justice to many people in her community. I, Captain Steven Lee will make sure those people pay.” I clench my fists in my pockets.

Seeing that man lie through his teeth makes my insides churn, and if it wasn’t for all these people I would have risked it all to kill this dirty old man already. A few moments after Captain Lee finishes his speech Detective Chris takes the stand and unfolds a piece of paper presumably his speech “Well, I never thought I’d be having to stand here recalling memories of how great my partner Detective y/ln was but here we are, the sad reality of it.” Chris stops for a moment, takes a deep breath and continues. “She was someone you could really count on, the amount of times she saved me from getting in trouble was pretty comical. She was also very hardworking and was determined to always solve the case she was working on because in her own words she “Wanted to bring peace to the victims and family.” She was also the kindest person I knew, so much so that she always bought me coffee every morning just to help me wake up because of my tendency to stay up working. Me and her were a dynamic duo, the best partner anyone could ask for but at the same time she was a prodigy in the making in her own line of work. So to you y/ln, I hope you’re doing alright. I’ll finish what you started and will always be a great inspiration to me.” Chris’ gaze lowers, his eyes looking very sleepless and tired. He folds up the piece of paper and walks over to retrieve my parents. He helps adjust the microphone for my mother and stands next to her in case my parents needed help. She then says in the most broken tone of voice I've ever heard my mom speak in “Burying one’s child is a mother’s worst nightmare, but the way my daughter was killed was a very violent and horrible death. My only wish is for those people to be caught and bring my daughter the justice she deserves.”

Hearing my mother’s broken voice causes tears to begin running down my cheeks again, seeing those eyes of sadness. “My daughter was the sweetest girl you’d ever meet, so caring and loving. I’m proud to say that I’m her mother because she was so talented at catching the bad people out there, she was committed in blood, sweat and tears to helping people because it was something she really loved. She was a very kind soul. Sweetheart…” Her voice trails off and both my dad and Chris gently hold and pats her back. “Sweetheart, my little y/n I hope you’re in a better place. You know mom, dad and everyone close to you loves you so much. Especially me and your dad, we love you so much and we very much miss you everyday that you’ve been gone, I love you so much my little angel and may you be in peace my beautiful little girl.” Right after finishing her speech my mom begins to cry, while my teary eyed father and Chris help walk my mom off the stand. I heard the pain in her cries, she was hurt. Who could blame her, she thinks I’m dead. Almost like if it was on queue a low rumble of thunder echoes and the rain begins to fall heavily. I turn to Seonghwa and in a very hushed tone I say “Let’s go.” I turn around with a huge knot in my throat and begin to walk away as fast as my legs could take me not caring how the heeled part of my shoes sunk into the already muddy ground. Eventually when he catches up to me after I've come to a hard halt, and in one swift motion he puts the umbrella over me. One of my aunts looks over to Seonghwa and I slowly approaching us

"Hi sweetheart I don't want to be a bother but I swear you look familiar, I don't think I've ever seen you before though." My stomach drops and I gently squeeze Seonghwa's arm while a small smile forms on my lips "I'm very certain we've never met before ma'am I'm one of y/n's closest friends. My name is Lola and this is my boyfriend." Seonghwa extends his hand and shakes my aunt's hand and says "I'm Jun, another close friend of y/n, It's very nice meeting you ma'am." My aunt reaches over to shake Seonghwa's hand and while reaching over to hold mine she says "Wow, looking at you closely you look and sound kind of like her too but I think it's just my head playing tricks on me. It still just hasn't dawned on me her she's gone. None of this feels real." I nod then I rest my other hand over hers gently squeezing it and not letting go. Something inside me isn’t letting me let go. "Yes, few people have commented we looked alike pretty frequently and even called us sisters but in all honesty we're polar opposites. She was always way funnier that's for sure but I see where you're coming from because me and Jun miss her so much, right babe?" I look back at Seonghwa and he nods and says in a somber tone "Yes we do miss her alot, she loved coming over to our place and have dinner with us since she lived alone." My aunt smiles "I'm glad she had some very sweet friends who looked out for her and helped her feel less alone. She always did tell me she felt lonely." She looks over where the gathering was being held and says "Well I'll let you guys go now, it was nice meeting you two, please take care." I wave goodbye in fear of her hearing my voice break and under my breath with the smallest whisper I respond "You too, please take care."

I don’t even make it inside the car before I remove my sunglasses and I break down, my legs giving out from under me causing me to kneel holding onto the side of the car. Seonghwa gives me a look of worry and kneels over to my side making sure he's covering the both of us under the umbrella and he holds me tight. He stays quiet for a while listing to my sobs then he lets out a sigh “I’m so sorry y/n. I can’t imagine how you feel, it must be the worst pain imaginable.” He helps me up while I bury my face in his chest unable to keep it together “Hwa...It hurts. I can’t live with myself knowing I’ve inflicted so much pain. I can’t do it. I can't live with this for the rest of my life.” I hold the fabric of his wool jacket tightly. I feel him rest his chin on top of my head while clearing the stray hairs away from my face. He slightly lowers his face down to my ear and with a voice low enough so that only I could hear him he gently rests his forehead on the side of my head “Please don’t say that, I know it hurts but just remember they’ll be okay. The pain they’re feeling now is only temporary. Think about it this way, he can’t threaten you with anything because he thinks you’re dead. I promise you we’re all going to help you, San is going to help you. You both have the same goal and it’s to get rid this guy, you’ve got the upper hand now he’ll be gone much sooner than originally planned.” He gently pats my head and steps back gently wiping away the tears under my eyes. I look up at him still teary eyed and bottom lip still slightly trembling “Thank you for being the brother I never had Hwa.” He furrows his eyebrows and gives me a melancholy expression clearly forcing a smile “Of course, I’ve grown to care a lot about you so It hurts to see you hurting like this.” He breaks eye contact causing us to both look around and realize the ceremony was about to end so he turns back to me and softly says “Come on let’s go, you need some rest. You’re probably exhausted.”

When we arrive back at the headquarters I kick off my shoes immediately upon stepping into my room, I remove my coat and wrap myself under my covers and lay there not really caring that my dress and legs are still slightly wet from the funeral. I lay there crying to the point my eyes could no longer cry feeling completely numb for what felt like hours, it wasn’t until there was a knock at my door. I decide not to answer from the lack of energy I had left in me. Suddenly the door opens and it was San, he walks in and quietly closes the door behind him. He glances at me and notices I’m awake and sits next to me. “Hey, how are you doing? Seonghwa told me what happened, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to comfort you. ” He gently strokes my hair and continues “Look at you, I can’t stand seeing you like this, I’ll stay here for as long as you need me.” I shake my head and finally gather up the strength to say in a low voice “Just go. Just leave me here, I don’t have the energy to talk to anyone.” He gently strokes my cheek with his thumb and says “We don’t have to talk, I can just sit here and give you company. You’re in a really delicate state right now and I can’t just leave you to dwell in your own thoughts like that. I know how dark it can get.” I lay there staring at the ground with an expressionless gaze, San lays down behind me and turns me around so that my head is comfortably resting on his chest. His scent being something that’s become a thing of comfort, something to help remind me that I’m not alone. Sadly at the moment, my emotions aren’t registering it at all and I lay there completely still with my brain constantly replaying everything again from the way my mother cried and my dad’s empty gaze to Chris’ sleepless and exhausted look in his eyes. I don't think any of that is going to leave me anytime soon. San presses his lips on my shoulder from behind me “What am I going to do now?” he hums in response and I continue "After all this is over, will I have to start over or am I going to have to come clean to my family?” San rests his chin on my shoulder “Well, I think that’s your call babe. It all depends on what you feel is right. I think when the moment comes you'll figure it out.” Well that didn’t help. Maybe I should just wait until it happens, maybe things will change for the better. I turn in San’s direction and gently stroke his cheek with my thumb. “You’re right, I guess I just need a little more time to think about it.” He smiles and kisses my forehead showing me his dimpled smile.

“Don't think about it too much right now. How about we just relax and get your mind off of it." San clears my hair from my face and lovingly looks into my eyes and leans in to place his lips onto mine while holding onto my face. His free hand slowly roams around my body before settling on my lower back. He slowly kisses down to my neck gently leaving a soft trail of kisses. "I can make you feel good baby." His hand gently squeezes my thigh and bites my neck causing me to let out a soft sigh. I can't do this, it doesn't feel right. I'm supposed to be mourning, or at least for tonight. It'll be so wrong of me to give in to temptation under this circumstance. Before he's able to kiss me any lower I pull away "Wait no, San. Stop." He worriedly furrows his eyebrows and responds slightly out of breath from working himself up "y/n? Is everything okay?" I gently cup my hands onto his face "Please let's not do this.. I-I can't right now. It doesn't feel right. I know you wanted to help me forget but I can't right now. " He gives me a soft dimpled smile "Of course princess. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. I'm so sorry I even tried something like that it was very disrespectful of me." Wow, he apologized and accepted the boundaries I set? Any other guy would have definitely gotten upset about that. "It's just, it's not the right time right now." He kisses my forehead and pulls me closer to him "I understand angel eyes you don't need to apologize, just close your eyes baby. I'll stay here with you." He really is very convincing at being someone's boyfriend, I just can't help but to think how nice it would have been if we were both just regular people. If maybe I still wasn't so scared of him. Maybe I can dream about it without it breaking my heart because in all honesty I can only imagine how he'd feel knowing I still struggle to see the "real" San despite how kind he's been. I close my eyes slowly drifting off to sleep while he gently strokes my hair.

Eventually my thoughts put me to sleep till the next morning, San was sleeping next to me only to realize my makeup wasn’t on anymore. Did he actually remove my makeup while I was asleep? If so, that was very thoughtful of him. I get up and walk into the shower and just stand there with a blank mind until I find the strength to finish showering. As much as I want to stay in bed and mope around and just dwell in my sadness I can’t, and I won’t rest until that man has paid his debts. I know I'm pretty weak minded in things like love but for sure not when it comes to getting people back. Once I’m done I slowly open the door to the bathroom, careful not to wake San up from his sleep. I tippy toe back into the bed and cuddle with him for a few minutes, he realizes my soapy scent and buries his face on the crook of my neck clearly very comfortable until I very delicately and gently stroke his hair and kiss his cheek “Sannie, time to wake up.” I hear a pouty groan escape his lips and says under his breath “5 more minutes.” I gently kiss his cheek and I say “Sannie please?” He sleepily looks up at me, gives me a small smile and pulls me into a soft kiss and says “Well, good morning angel eyes.” I smile and I say “Good morning.” San gently cups his hand on my cheek and gently rubs my cheek with his thumb giving me a dimpled smile “Your smile, it came back.” I nod and look at San reassuringly “Well, as much as I don’t have the strength for anything and I wish I could lay here and do nothing but be sad and cry. It’s not going to fix anything.” San sits up and sighs. “That was me when I lost my father, I felt exactly that same way. So, I know where you’re coming from. I know you didn’t exactly lose anyone to death but the fact that you won’t be seeing them again kind of counts as one.” I nod silently and feel San’s arms wrap around me and says “Again, I’m sorry I wasn’t there but knowing Seonghwa was there to comfort you makes me feel a little better. Although I’m jealous because he’s not recognized at all meanwhile the whole police department knows who I am and what I look like. I hate to think that at one point I didn’t think it even mattered, I just wanted to be feared. But now it hurts knowing that for being so easily recognizable I couldn’t attend an event so important to you.”

He takes a small pause and says in a very broken tone “I’m so sorry.” He buries his face in my neck while I gently pat his head “Hey it’s okay, I understand your situation but look to be fair you didn’t even know me back then anyway so how could you have known? It really is okay, as long as I have you here now it really doesn’t matter at all so don’t be so hard on yourself.” I sit there waiting for San to answer but he never does. “Come on, please don’t feel bad for me It really is okay I promise. Yes, I’m still sad about yesterday but seeing my parents and other people I care about brought me so much peace and closure. Even Seonghwa told me how now that Captain Lee thinks I’m dead he has nothing to try and threaten anyone with because I’m already dead and he doesn’t know I’m working for you.” I’m going to try and hide how much I’m dying on the inside for you, so I don’t make you feel responsible for any of my pain. The thought of burdening anyone with it doesn't settle well with me. “Ah come on, let’s go eat I know you’re hungry come on.” I get up and I grab both of his arms and try to pull him up “Come on!!” He looks at me with a and finally gets up “Okay, I am kind of hungry actually” While he buttons up his shirt he pulls me in for a kiss. I giggle amid the kiss and pull back "I was talking about food silly" He raises his eyebrow and feigns innocence "Yeah, that's what I was referring to. What were you thinking of you dirty girl?" I stammer feeling my cheeks burn "I thought that's why you-" He chuckles seeing me struggle to form a sentence "You're so cute when you're flustered, it makes it even more satisfying knowing It was because of me." He rolls up his sleeves and leans in to kiss my forehead "I'll see you downstairs in the kitchen angel eyes."

San manages to sneak out of my room unnoticed leaving me alone in the room trying to compose myself from whatever "that" was. Giving me plenty of time to get ready for the day but a few minutes later while heading down the hall I bump into Hongjoong “I was just about to come look for you but if you’re up for it could you come and help me?" I look at the white haired man and realize he was waiting for me to answer so I let out a small hum queuing to continue speaking "So I’m trying to overload the police department's servers...” I slightly raise an eyebrow “Wait, why do that? We have access to all of their documents, reports and stuff like that on the servers.” A small smirk creeps onto his face and says “True, but we’re going to override the security camera servers which is conveniently and stupidly connected to the police department servers and no, we’re not doing this to take information” I tilt my head “What’s it for then?” He shrugs realizing asking me was a mistake “I’m not sure?” I slightly narrow my eyes “What? I'm so confused. Please don’t tell me San is planning something..” Hongjoong shakes his head “Nah.” I cross my arm in front of my chest “Okay, then what’s it for?” He rolls his eyes and begins to walk past me “Nevermind..” I walk behind Hongjoong and grab onto the sleeve of his hoodie and immediately he turns and gives me a glare “Please don’t.” I hold onto his sleeve a little tighter “Just tell me, is it bad?” Hongjoong looks at me then shifts his gaze behind me and stays silent. “Wasn’t expecting you to ask so many questions, maybe you should just do as you’re told. That’s all you’re good for anyway.” A familiar voice booms behind me scaring me half to death, which is none other than Wooyoung. It was only now that I notice the delicate mole under his eye decorating his signature scowl so I let go of Hongjoong’s sleeve and fully turn to Wooyoung “Can’t I just ask why I’m doing something?” He forces a very ill intended smile narrowing his eyes “You do as you’re told around here last time I checked no questions asked.” I shake my head “Sorry, I’m under San’s command not yours because last time I checked San was the boss around here.” He darkly chuckles and slowly walks towards me “You really love to run your mouth don’t you?”

I only now realize that not only is Hongjoong long gone but Wooyoung is now cornering me in such a way where my back hits the railing to the indoor balcony right before going down the stairs. Without another word Wooyoung grabs me by the throat catching me off guard from how sudden it was and pushes me so far back to where my feet are off the ground and I’m teetering between falling down onto the marble floor below and being able to stand on my own feet. By instinct I reach over and claw at Wooyoung’s iron fist. “I hate you, you know that? I wish I could just see your itty little cop brain splatter onto the floor below.” He says with anger seething though his words “Wooyou-” I manage to hoarsely utter before he cuts me off “You wanted to know why I had Hongjoong ask you to help him overload the servers?” Without waiting for me to utter anything else he continues while keeping a constant iron grip around my throat. “Because we’re breaking into the Evidence room to get what we need. There, happy? See how anti climactic that was? And here you were making a huge deal about it by asking too many questions when you could have just agreed as you were asked.” He pulls me back and lets go of my throat causing me to fall to the ground and immediately reach for my throat while violently coughing. The dark haired male stifles a laugh “Oh come on I wasn’t even squeezing that hard.” I glare up at him while coughing only receiving a taunting smirk whilst he walks away “You won't speak to San about this or I'll make sure you don't speak again, see ya around..” After a few more seconds of coughing I mange to catch my breath and head downstairs. Fuming not only from the situation with Wooyoung but the fact that San is willing to not only sacrifice lives but also get ourselves caught all over something he could wait to retrieve.

I head to the kitchen and notice San was there eating a bowl of cereal, he smiles and waves at me while he signals me to sit next to him “This is sudden but, can I ask you something?” Feeling my eyes already threatening to betray me San nods while shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth “So when were you planning on telling me about AS breaking in to the police department’s evidence room?” I sit next to him and noticed he stopped chewing, and very carefully swallows his cereal “Who told you?” My stomach drops seeing him slowly turn his head to look at me. I know Wooyoung threatened me not to speak but I can't just take it silently and watch San screw himself over like that so I manage to swallow my fear and respond with an expressionless look. “Wooyoung, he told me needed me to help override the police department’s servers. San, you do know that most of the people that go on that heist might not come back at all right? Not only that but do you realize you’re risking all of us getting caught? ” He sits back on the chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest and lets out a sigh “Yeah I know, but just as easily as people die I can easily replace them and for the getting caught part that’s not going to happen because we’re all going to be extra careful..” I look away slightly taken a back from his statement trying to find words to answer him. Why am I not surprised? I know who this man is and what he does. I guess my love for him has somewhat turned into me seeing him with rose colored glasses. Something that if you asked me about a few months ago I would have refused to believe but here I am remembering the harsh reality that this isn’t just any guy. “Okay then why exactly am I here if we’re going to do things the way you’ve always done them, reckless and messily?” He shrugs “You know why, we’re not going to talk about it here.” He's shutting down. I look at him slightly irritated and tilt my head “Excuse me? You’re acting as if that cufflink is your top priority right now and it shouldn’t be, we need to take down Captain Lee before we even get to the cufflink understand that. Barging in like that will only upset him and you know that. Being impatient won’t work in your favor and it’s only going to get you caught much faster, you’re so reckless. It’s not all about you anymore, you promised we were both going to take him down. So either we do it the right way or I go and do it on my own. I’m sorry but I can’t leave that man to walk away free. He ruined my life!” He turns to me with a darkened gaze “No, you’re not going anywhere. You can’t leave.” I stare him down with anger seething in my gaze causing his to soften, in a soft voice he says while reaching over to hold my hand “Please...Don’t.” I get up, pull my hand away “Then think about it.” I get up and leave before he's able to respond.

I decide to walk around the headquarters aimlessly trying to calm myself down. It's the beginning of the day and already way too much has happened. Wooyoung is a problem, especially with the part where he nearly threw me off the second floor just because I asked a simple question. I really need to be careful around him, I need to tell someone but It can’t be San though. I know for a fact that he’ll make a rash decision, something tells me that he's crazy enough to kill him if I say something. I just can't let San be reckless anymore either, not just because of the Captain Lee situation but because I really grew to care about him and I don’t want him to end up in jail and possibly get murdered for his affiliations and ties in the Mafia world. I need him to realize he can’t just do what he wants without there being consequences for his actions. He has to understand things will never be solved if he keeps being reckless, because someone will always find a way to take advantage of that recklessness and it'll lead to what I fear the most these days which is him getting hurt or worse. San getting killed.

While stuck in my thoughts I bump into Jongho, he looks over at me and smiles “Hey y/n good morning.” I force a smile and say “Oh good morning Jongho.” He cocks his eyebrow with a puzzled look “What are you doing here, you’ve never been all the way over here. Are you looking for something?” I shake my head slowly and look down while fidgeting my hands, he puts his hand on my shoulder “y/n? Is something wrong?” I clasp my hands together and I very carefully look back up at him “Well, Wooyoung almost threw me over the railing and I thought I was going to die but I'll get to that later, because I also kinda got upset at San and told him he was being reckless because I’m sure you know of the heist he was planning to do right?” Jongho’s jaw drops and pats my shoulder and whispers “What?! What do you mean you almost died?! And yeah, I knew about it. In fact we all do.” I shake my head “You’re all going to get yourselves killed.” He blinks in confusion and I answer back in an increasingly irritated voice “Is everyone dumb around here?! We’re supposed to kill captain Lee first this heist is basically a suicide mission, you won’t get out alive and if you do you'll for sure be followed. I’m telling you this because I know.” Jongho pats my back again trying to calm me down “Okay, calm down. I think maybe San isn’t thinking very clearly but then again he isn’t really the type to care if any of his foot soldiers get hurt because he can always find new ones.” I cross my arms in front of my chest “Yeah, I’m trying to get him to be more low key about everything now, there’s no way we’ll get rid of Captain Lee if he’s expecting us.“ Jongho presses his lips together and lets out a small exhale “Yeah but San is...you know. He’s obsessed about making everyone fear him. Not to mention his father's death just made his hate towards Lee and everyone else more evident. He gets drunk off of feeling powerful which is why he’s so reckless, of course for a while he calmed down when you first arrived for some odd reason but he’s going at it again. The sad part is we all have to follow his orders even if we don’t agree with them..” I slowly nod while I focus my gaze at a distance. “Well, I made it very clear that if he doesn’t change his plans I was going to take matters into my own hands and handle it on my own.”

What else am I supposed to do? As scared as I am to defy San I can’t let that person live without paying for what he’s done. “Did he get upset?” he asks in a slightly worried tone, and I shrug. “I don't know, all I know is that it got him thinking.” Jongho stands there for a few seconds processing everything “Well, if you manage to change his mind that would be nice. If not, seeing you go off by yourself will most certainly worry me and Seonghwa considering you have nowhere to go.” I smile and I gently pat Jongho’s arm “Nah, don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I have a feeling San isn’t going to tell me to leave.” San can’t be that selfish right? He's been nothing but caring and sweet, I hope he wasn’t just being nice to me and asked me to be his girlfriend just so he could find a way to control me. Jongho chuckles and says “Wait, what makes you say that?” Instantly I realize I just hinted at something I wasn’t supposed to. I shrug while I take a strand of my dyed hair and tuck it behind my right ear “I don’t know, I mean San and I grew pretty close, there’s no reason he'd send away a friend like that.” He approvingly nods “Honestly despite how violent San's schemes are he has a big heart. He protects it behind that tough exterior and pretends he doesn’t care but in reality I can tell he knows his heart is his major weakness which reminds me it’s actually rare for him to immediately trust someone so quickly and become so vulnerable. How did you do it?” I slightly force a laugh and say “Why the sudden interest? Is it really that weird?” He crosses his arms and gently taps his foot on the floor “Okay don’t take this the wrong way because I’m just being honest, but yes it kinda is a little weird.” I stand there with a million thoughts running through my mind then I blurt out “Not as weird as the hatred Wooyoung has for me, I’m still in shock I was a hair away from dying.” Jongho sighs looks around and slightly lowers his voice again “Wooyoung unfortunately acts on his own, and no one can keep a grip on him except San. I’m sorry you’re continuously having to endure trauma back to back. I'm sure it's very distressing.” I nod “I understand, I just wanted to tell someone here in case he actually does end up killing me.” He reaches for my shoulder again and gives me a squeeze of reassurance “Rest assured he won’t, he knows this because if he does San won’t hesitate to kill him. Wooyoung also respects San too much to ever defy him so I’m pretty sure he’s just picking on you because it’s the only thing he can get away with.”

Part of me has a feeling that most likely the simple answer is also because he hates cops, so he picks on me because he can't kill me. Which I understand. He just always seems to point it out. Before I’m able to even say a word San calls my name out from down the hallway. Both Jongho and I turn and look at San then at each other and while he walks towards us Jongho says under his breath “We’ll talk later, this stays between us.” Jongho looks over at San who was now a few feet away from us he says “ I’ll leave you two to talk” San grabs Jongho’s shoulder and stops him from walking away “No, actually I want you to listen too so you can help me tell everyone else but we’re actually postponing this heist. y/n made me realize we’re putting a lot at steak with the heist.. ” San looks at Jongho almost like he was telepathically telling him something, then Jongho nods in understandment “No need to worry, I’ll let everyone know.” A small smile grows onto San’s face as he pats Jongho’s shoulder “You can go now, I just wanted to let you know about this as soon as possible. You should gather everyone to let them know, I’d do it now but I have a special job I need y/n to work on that I need to explain to her.” I look over at San with a blank expression, I have no idea what’s happening or how he managed to change his mind so quickly. So he really does care about me and was serious about not wanting me to leave.

Jongho walks off leaving both San and I alone, eventually a few seconds later he breaks the silence. “So, I realized you’re probably bored and you probably want something to do right?” San shoves his hands in his pockets and we begin walking down the hall “I mean yeah I do kinda get bored sometimes why? Are we going to do something about Captain Lee now?” San presses his lips into a feigned smile “Actually, about that. Right now I have a few things up my sleeve but I’ll let you know about it later. What I really want you to do right now is I was wondering if you could run a few errands for me” My eyes immediately narrow and I turn to look at San “What kind of errands?” He fixes his rolled up sleeves “I’m going to give you a list of a few people I need you to investigate for me, we’re planning on working with these people but I’m still not sure if we should trust them. I need you to find their connections and see if they’re reliable. The moment I find out they’re working with the enemy I’m going to drop them. Also, you’ll also be able to leave the headquarters as you please in case you need to observe them.” I smile and tightly hug San, he responds by gently patting my back then returning my hug. “Oh?” I pull back and clasp my hands together “I'm sorry. I just got excited because I finally get to be of use now and because you trust me. That really means a lot. Not to mention this might benefit us...I mean you, not me.” His mouth curves into a warm smile “No, you’re right it’ll benefit you too. You’ll be able to gain more experience from this and you’ll be able to maintain your abilities sharp. I know you’re able to take care of yourself but remember that if things get difficult don’t hesitate to let me know, I don’t want you to get hurt. “ San walks up to a door in the hallway and opens it then looks back at me “I also made sure to get you your own workspace, I know it’s still somewhat empty but I was thinking maybe you’d like to decorate it yourself and make it your own.” I peek my head inside the dimly lit room and l notice there was a small desk and a computer. The room was small but not small enough to where it felt cramped. It was the perfect size. I turn to look at San who was already looking at me with a shy smile on his face “So, do you like it? Or is the room too small?” I quickly shake my head and reach over to grab his hand “No, It’s perfect. Back at the station I only had my work desk and computer in the same cramped room as everyone else and that’s it only higher ranking people had offices so this makes me feel a bit special. Thank you.” He walks over to the desk and gently pats it for me to sit down. I sit down on the crinkly new leather chair. When I meet San's eyes he gives me a weird indecipherable look.

He then pulls out a phone from his pocket and hands it to me and says “Please don’t make me regret giving this to you.” I take the phone and I shake my head “No, of course not. I promise I’m not going to do what you’re thinking. I promise I don’t have any plans of helping the police and you should know that. I'm all yours.” I give him a soft smile and he immediately says “Alright, so I’ll leave you to it. I have to go but remember, I love you.” I let out a soft scoff and I say “Stop phrasing things so weird, you sound like you’re going to die or something.” San forces a half hearted smile and says “Of course I’m not going to die I just wanted you to know that’s all.” He leans over to me and gently kisses my forehead reaching into his pocket and putting a fat wad of cash in the palm of my hand "I’ll get going now, get yourself something nice you deserve it.” Before I'm even able to say something I stay seated in my chair and stare at the phone and the wad of cash he gave me. He’s acting a bit weird, something tells me something bad is going to happen.

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🪽🌎Heaven Ablaze In Our Eyes

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1945 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Angels & Demon AU, Demon!Hanzo Hasashi, Fallen Angel!Kuai Liang, Blood and Injury, Gore, Demon Deals, Angel/Demon Relationship, Hurt/Comfort

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Notes: Alright, it’s been a while since I posted. I’ve had a lot going on IRL and some general apathy towards the fandom, if I’m being honest lol. Buuutttt I am going to try and edit and post at least a couple of my current backlog over the weekend :) (Well I mean. I just this week got back into Neopets so it’s dependant on if I can separate myself from that enough to get some editing done lol) This is the prequel to “We Are The Fallen” I promised a while ago, showing how Hanzo and Kuai met and their deal came to be :) Title is from “Wings Of A Butterfly” by HIM!

“When did humanity get so boring?” Hanzo complained, taking a drag of his cigarette and looking at his companions. “Even when they’re high as hell, they still find a way to be dull as fuck.”

“Don’t worry my Lord,” Junpei started, linking his fingers and cracking his knuckles, “I’m sure we’ll find something interesting soon.”

“There’s got to be someone to corrupt around here,” Katashi chimed in, almost as if to not be left out of the conversation.

Hanzo sighed dramatically, and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure they would find anything. It seemed to get harder and harder to find humans with any interesting qualities. It used to be that he could find the most innocent of humans and corrupt them over time. Now it seemed humans just had a much higher tolerance for sin, and as a result were so much more uninteresting.

All three of them had their attention drawn to a very loud bang in a nearby alley. Hanzo shared a look with Junpei before they both turned their gaze to it. While it was likely just a cat knocking over a bin or something else equally mundane, there was a 50% chance it could be the interesting thing they were looking for. Hanzo decided he liked those odds as he began to stroll forward.

He peered into the alley, immediately taking in how the bins were all scattered across the floor, contents spilling out. More curiously, the concrete was cracked like a spider's web, as if something had hit it with force. Blood splatter and feathers were mixed together and stained the ground. But most importantly, in the centre of the alley, lay a man.

He was facing away from Hanzo, face down to the floor, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly. There was a gurgling sound, like he was struggling to breathe due to liquid in his throat. As Hanzo approached, he got a better look at the man’s form. His clothing looked traditional, a cheongsam if he had to guess, nothing like the modern fashions currently trendy amongst humans. The outfit left his back exposed, where there were two large bloody stumps.

Hanzo smirked to himself as he realised what he’d just come across.

A fallen angel.

Freshly fallen if the way the stumps were still bleeding was anything to go by. Hanzo licked his lips. Once again, humanity proved useless in bringing him entertainment, but by the Gods this was so much better than anything a pitiful human could bring him.

He slid down onto the floor, bracing his knees either side of the angel’s torso, his large hand pressing at the small of the angel’s back and pushing him to the floor. The angel wheezed in pain, shifting his face to try and see what was pinning him down. His eyes widened when he made eye contact with Hanzo.

“Hello, little angel,” Hanzo greeted, not able to stop the toothy grin spreading across his face. His sharp teeth must have been a terrifying sight to an angel, the poor thing trembled under him. “Nice of you to drop by.”

Running his free hand along the angel's shoulder, he stopped when he reached one of the stumps. The angel cried in pain as Hanzo’s fingers began to examine the wounds. They were rough and uneven, like they had been hacked at rather than taken out in one fell swoop like most of the fallen Hanzo had encountered. It was sloppy work, the creature was probably in an immense amount of pain, no wonder there was so much blood.

“Please,” the angel weeped, coughing up some blood that stained his lips. “Please.”

What the angel was begging for, Hanzo didn’t know. Maybe his life? It was likely that whatever God this angel worked for had told of how demons oh so loved to torture poor innocent little angels.

Well, most did, to be fair. This angel was right to fear that fate. But Hanzo didn’t find pleasure in torture, he had far superior ways of entertaining himself.

“Hush,” he hissed, leaning down and over the angel. More weak whimpers and pleas spilled from the angel's lips and Hanzo reached around to smother his hand over the angel's mouth. “Easy, I won’t hurt you.”

Not that he’d really need to. The angel was already heavily injured, he doubted there was much he could do to make things worse. He must have really pissed off whichever God he works for.

Before he could continue talking, he heard a shout in the distance. He hissed, not wanting any hapless human coming across them. Pulling the angel to his chest, he hauled him off the floor, dragging his body like a rag doll towards a small side path in the alley. Junpei and Katashi followed.

“I see blood and feathers down there,” one of the voices called, followed by two sets of footsteps coming forward. In the dark of the alley, whoever it was hopefully wouldn’t see Hanzo and his companions, but his grip on the angel tightened to try and keep him silent. “Kuai Liang must have fallen here. Spread out. He’s injured and couldn’t have gone too far.”

Hanzo frowned, shifting just enough to peer around the corner. He was met with two winged gentlemen walking off down the alley. Angels. Angels who were presumably looking for the fallen one currently shuddering in his arms. But why? Everyone knew falling was a punishment akin to banishment. Why would they do that and then search for him immediately afterwards?

Once he was sure the angels were gone, he twisted around, pushing Kuai Liang against the wall. He gave another pained whine, wide blue eyes looking up at Hanzo like a puppy.

“So, Kuai Liang,” he started, and Kuai’s breath hitched at the mention of his name. “It seems someone is searching for you.”

“Please,” Kuai begged again, his hands scrambling up to loosely grip Hanzo’s shirt. “Please don’t let them take me.”

Hanzo grunted, that made things more confusing, if he was being honest. There was more to this than a simple case of an angel being cast out. Something else was going on here.

“I won’t, if you answer my questions.” It took a couple of seconds for the angel to nod in agreement. “Why are they searching for you? Angel’s who fall are not typically brought back to the heavens.”

Kuai blinked a few times, lowering his gaze. “I… escaped.”

“Escaped?” Hanzo questioned, trying to figure out what the hell he meant by that. He thought about the wounds where Kuai’s wings had been. How they looked like someone had struggled and hacked through them. Maybe because someone had tried to reach behind their own back to do it. “You cut your own wings off?”

“Yes,” Kuai Liang whispered, voice tinged with sadness. “I had to… to protect my brother.”

Hanzo had seen a lot of things in his time, he’d met many fallen angels, yet this was the first time he’d met one who had done it to themself. He brought one of his hands up to the angel’s face, gently brushing some loose hairs out of his eyes. He didn’t know the full story, yet a part of him couldn’t help but be slightly in awe at the bravery to protect a loved one in such a way.

Such bravery would suit well by Hanzo’s side.

“They will hunt you,” Hanzo softly told the angel, as if Kuai didn’t already know that.

“I need to find my brother.” Kuai blinked slowly a few times, clearly delirious from the pain he was in. “I need to warn him.”

“Your brother has fallen too?” That was the only thing that made sense. Kuai nodded slowly. “Then let’s make a deal.”

“A… deal?” Kuai looked at him warily. He was right to be, Hanzo supposed. Demonic deals were not exactly known to be fair, heavily favouring the demon making it. And well, this was a desperate situation that Hanzo may have been taking advantage of.

But he was interested in helping the angel, this was unfortunately the most efficient way of doing so.

“I will protect you from those that hunt you and aid you in your search for your brother.” He watched Kuai’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at him. “All I ask in turn is for you to aid me in whatever I require of you.”

“That…” Kuai swallowed, and attempted to pull back from Hanzo, stopped by the wall behind him. “That is vague. That could mean anything.”

“I like to keep things open.” Hanzo licked his lips slightly. “I have never met an angel like you, one who would forfeit his own divinity for the sake of another. I find that an endearing quality, one I am interested in having by my side.”

Kuai closed his eyes and lowered his head, mouth twitching in pain. Honestly, even if the angel didn’t accept the deal, Hanzo considered at least still healing him. He stood no chance in this world in the state he was in.

“With the injuries you have received, you will not get far on your own.” Just because he might heal Kuai regardless, didn’t mean he couldn’t use it as a bargaining chip. “And even if you manage to evade them, this world is large, and will be difficult for you to navigate without help.” He reached to push Kuai’s hair out of his face, feeling surprised when Kuai almost lent into the touch. “I can keep you safe. I can help you find what you need. All I want is your loyalty.”

There was no reply, but Kuai’s shoulders began to shake, a wavering sob coming from his lips.

“Shh.” Hanzo continued to stroke Kuai’s hair, gently trying to calm him down. “I know, you have just escaped one beings servitude, and now I am asking you to bow to another. I won’t make you do anything against your will, or anything that would leave you in distress. I don’t expect you to kill thousands in my name or harm anyone, I am not that kind of demon. I prefer to corrupt, rather than kill.”

Kuai’s head swayed and he looked up at Hanzo with big pleading eyes. “You… Will help me if I agree?”

“You have my word,” Hanzo promised, although he wasn’t sure how much the word of a demon would mean to an angel. He moved ever so slightly, and held out his hand. “Do we have a deal, Kuai Liang?”

He paused for a moment, before nodding slowly “yes, we have a deal.”

Kuai accepted Hanzo’s hand, as they shook, the binding magic of the deal set off, fire circling their arms for a few seconds before it settled. The deal was done, Hanzo and Kuai Liang were now bound.

At this point, Kuai’s energy seemed to completely leave him, as he stumbled and fell forward. Luckily for him, he fell into Hanzo’s chest and arms.

“Easy, I’ve got you,” Hanzo whispered in as assuring a tone as he could manage. He shifted his grip on Kuai, supporting his back with one arm while the other scooped down to lift up Kuai’s legs. Both Junpei and Katashi took the opportunity to go ahead, silently agreeing to take the lead and warn Hanzo should he need to hide with his newest follower.

With Kuai comfortably in his arms, Hanzo’s first task was getting him back to his lair. From there, he’d work to heal him. And beyond that? Well, Hanzo wasn’t sure yet. But there was something that he did know.

Whatever happened next would be far from boring.

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lovecanbesostrange · 5 months

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X-Men '97 keeps being amazing. Now one more episode to nail it all. Not gonna put everything in tags, so let me ramble on about Tolerance is Extinction Part 2:

What I love most already is that every decision makes absolute sense from a character's pov. Which kinda is the most important thing. Tensions are running high, emotions are cranked up to 11 and some words hit like very painful slaps. But everything makes sense. And this isn't about one character being totally right and the other being totally wrong (except Bastion of course, the ultimate villain and all).

Oh yeah, starting with him. When he cries in the opening you want to spit on him. He is responsible for all the suffering the Prime Sentinels - including his mother - are going through. But wow, when he says that everything is silent, because the blackout has killed all electricity and in that moment Bastion knows a new kind of peace? Great. Jumping ahead here, gonna be honest. If my great plan to save the world would hinge on putting some tech on my very powerful oponent, I would put the teleporter on that team. I'm not saying this lightly. I love Second Coming very much and the panels of Nightcrawler's death in X-Force #26 still haunt me. So I don't want my precious Elf anywhere near Bastion, but... I mean... he has the best chance to use the element of surprise, while Jean would deal with a powerful distraction. Which didn't happen because of Sinister, but from a planning stage Kurt was more needed there. He didn't even go up against Rogue in space to hammer on the connection there.

Now, I'm glad to see that Magneto's worldwide EMP does have consequences. This is however the second thing I'm a tiny bit miffed about. Thousands upon thousands people are probably dead because of this total blackout. Just think about every ICU in any hospital anywhere just for starters. And the truth is, Magneto did kill mutants with that move as well. He sure saved some by shutting down the Sentinels, yes, but also mutants are definitely among the... collateral damage. And this is where "Magneto is right" is very important to me. I think a lot of people like to run with that slogan, but don't see that what Magneto is right about is his fear. Not his methods. Charles is too idealistic, believing in the very best of humankind to win. He is too naive. Magneto is proven right over and over. And that is a sad thing, nothing empowering about it.

What I like is how Erik describes his feelings, how he focuses on Leech. That little mutant boy clinging to him in his final moments. Who believed that Erik could save him... Magneto's anger makes sense. Ultimately his actions fall under cool-motif-still-murder, but oh the motif is heartbreaking (I will not steer into real world territory and the topic of radicalization).

So Rogue is my fav. She is my absolute favorite character in any superhero comic I have ever read. She is one of my top tier alltime favorite characters in anything ever. I have been with her through a lot with so many writers and so much bs... AND I ENJOYED EVERY SECOND OF HER THIS EPISODE!!! Starting with the costume, which is just asdksdnfälsdmrfäüwe4foip34jtfpowmf I LIVE for her green hoodie outfits, from her villain era to later variations. To step away from THE 90s costume (which was put back in the comics, because it is her most iconic look), uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu I knew something was up. Again I do believe that ultimately Magneto is doing far more harm than good, but I understand why Rogue went with him. The one unfair thing was that Kurt was actually there with her on Genosha. He even saved Magneto and Rogue from a blast. But she kinda ignored him and adressed everybody else. But the one thing she's been living with is that yes, she chose Magneto when offered to be with him on Genosha as his chosen Queen. BUT romantically after that dance and kiss, her heart chose Remy. And poor Gambit died without even knowing. I am very happy with how they retconned the whole prior Rogue and Magneto encounter into it all. His dreams of a mutant island nation and Rogue wanting to see such a place. For a few minutes they had all of that on Genosha. It would have meant to leave the X-Men. Which would have been interesting. To leave behind her spot on the superhero team, but Kurt was part of Genosha, also Madelyne. I like the way they greeted each other in Ep 5. Rogue was ready to change the whole direction of her life once again -- even though her heart definitely belonged to Gambit. And then there was death everywhere.

I like that Rogue and Cyclops both question the Professor, but come to different conclusions on how to deal with it. I have to say it, while it was fun when the whole stick of Professor Xavier training a few mutant teens was examined more and the dark underbelly of what he was doing was revealed, it was refreshing. But a part of me is soooooooooo over all the shady-Charles-stuff over the years (ugh, Krakoa... DUDE). The character was crushed under the weight of his pursuit of peace. I like when there is some nuance and a spotlight on how he is the embodiment of "meaning well". One person alone can't fix everything. Humans (mutants) make mistakes. All this to say I liked the talk Charles and Scott had. That Charles believed so much that his old friend Erik could be persuaded to try (he was right, it did take a whole genocide to push him over the edge, that's something) and that this sorta betrayal would push a door open for Scott and Jean to walk away. To have a life. He acknowledges that he put so much burden on them... but he miscalculated. Scott can't walk away from responsibilities. He couldn't sit back and raise a son when the world was still on fire (even if nothing bad had happened with Nathan). It's too late. Charles already raised him to care.

When Roberto stepped forward to go with Magneto I wasn't surprised. He hid his powers for so long, always in fear of what his parents might say - and they fucking let the Sentinels take him. Wow. Of course he feels betrayed and this peaceful talk from the X-Men... it's hard to not choose violence. But it was even better that when the time to fight came, it was clear he never wanted to hurt Jubilee. Or really any of the others. Not when he knows people. And oh, poor Jubilee, burned up his card (Claremont Avenue, I saw that XD ), because of course from her perspictive he's just being dumb.

I have a question about that Muir Island base - do the mannequins for Cyclops and Wolverine have wigs under those masks? Who sat down and made those for Storm, Jean and Rogue?? Also kinda funny to see those costumes, when... well Rogue was already wearing a version of that. (AND SHE WORE GAMBIT'S COAT THAT SHE LEFT BEHIND OMG THE FEELINGS I HAVE...)

Anyway, Storm and Jean - the mutant wives!!!!! Aaaaahhhh, even more feels. Storm was... not treated well this season. I mean the depowering story is great, but she was missing from so much stuff, that was terrible. But when she is on screen, she is her best version, love it. And I also loved how angry she was when the tech to take away a mutant's power was mentioned. So personal. This is the true meaning of "wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy". A Goddess! With this Storm it's even possible to portray someone who is Lawful Good to a fault.

And then they casually pull Fatal Attractions out of the hat. Well, parallels work before that. Gambit's death compared to Illyana's in the comics, so Rogue takes Colossus' place. And now Wolverine had the displeasure of the adamantium being ripped from his skeleton. Fuck. They used so many storylines this season (for the record, I am waiting for Apocalypse and am also in the camp of people who believe he might bring Gambit back as Death).

So many things happened. Morph as Hulk was a treat. That they are able to copy physical traits, thus powers, makes them S-tier. And yet, I would have put Kurt in that spot. That Morph thought disguising themself as Sinister would get them close was sorta funny. "that cowardly weasel would never"

Then there was Jean vs Sinister and Cable. AND HOW SHE TALKED TO CYCLOPS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The emotional pummeling left and right...

But really it's great that everybody has a reason for what they are saying and doing. Including Wolverine, being the best at what he does - a SNIKT in the back when the fight is too dire. Although killing Magneto is a problem if you want to save earth (yes, hallo, Polaris, we could need your help).

#X-Men #X-Men 97 #ramblings #I could go on and on and on...

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