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Don't let me down - Part 4

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Relationship: MamaScarlett x 16 yr old Reader

Summary: Officially fostered by Scarlett and Colin, Y/n now faces meeting her siblings.

Word count: 5134

Y/n's POV:

I've been living with Scarlett and Colin for 6 days now. It's been ok. I think the weirdest thing is getting used to someone actually caring where I am and what I'm doing. They haven't been smothering me, but they like me to check in if I've gone out without them. When I get home, there's always a fuss made. I'm not sure if that's normal in most families, but my adoptive parents couldn't have cared less if I made it home or not.

I'm still trying to get used to this new life, but I think I'm settling ok. I like my room, although it's a little bare, it's my safe space. Both Scarlett and Colin are really respectful to that. They understand sometimes that I get overwhelmed and need space. Scarlett has promised me a shopping trip so I can decorate my room and buy some more clothes. I will actually be grateful for some new clothes. I don't have many and they're a little tatty.

Having settled in, I head back to school on Monday and I'm excited to get back into soccer practice and seeing Laura daily. But before then, I have one last thing to deal with. Meeting my siblings.

Rose and Cosmo have had an extended stay with Melanie, our grandmother. Scarlett had told me that she wanted me to be able to settle in properly first before the mayhem of having a 7 year old and an almost 1 year old, hit. I'm really nervous about meeting them. Cosmo not so much as he's just a baby and has no concept of what's going on. Rose on the other hand, terrifies me. Not that I'm scared of a 7 year old. But what if she doesn't want me to be living with them or is unhappy with this whole situation. Scarlett will pick her over me and then what will that mean? Will I be moved to another home?

I try and shake those feelings off as I hear Scarlett calling up to me to let me know that they are home. I take a deep breath and head downstairs to see Colin cooing over Cosmo, who I must admit is the cutest little baby. Scarlett is helping Rose take her shoes off and I can't believe how much of a mini me Rose is to Scarlett.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs Scarlett's eyes find my nervous ones. "Hi Sweetheart." She greets me whilst the wriggling 7 year old suddenly stops at the addition of a new person in the room. "Who's that?" Rose asks pointing at me. "How about we go in the living room, and we'll explain everything." Scarlett suggests.

I follow in behind them and suddenly become very aware of all the photos of them as a family around the place. I take a seat on the chair away from them as they make themselves comfortable on the sofa opposite. Colin holds Cosmo as he rests his head on his shoulder, clearly content in his father's arms. "Rose, I'd like you to meet Y/n." Scarlett introduces us.

I give Rose a little wave, never feeling more nervous under a child's gaze before. "Y/n is my daughter. When I gave birth to her, I made a bad decision and thought that it would be best that she lived with someone else that could care for her." She explains to the young girl, whose eyes don't leave me. Scarlett explains a bit more about the situation, obviously missing out the parts of the abuse.

"She's my sister?" Rose asks after Scarlett finishes explaining. "Yes, she is." Scarlett replies with a smile. "Is she living with us now?" Rose questions further. "Yes. Her room is opposite yours." Scarlett replies once again. "But that's the guest room." Rose points out. "Well, it's Y/n's room now. We have other guest rooms for when people visit." Scarlett clarifies, making Rose's face scrunch up a little.

I can see a hint of tension in Scarlett. I think she's as nervous as I am that Rose isn't going to like me. That would certainly put her in a difficult position if one daughter doesn't like the other!

"How old are you?" She asks me directly. "I'm 16." I respond and she nods. "That's old to be a sister. I'm only 6 years older than Cosmo. You're a lot older than me." She replies, clearly not too happy about this situation. "Honey, that's because I had Y/n when I was much younger." Scarlett replies for me. "Hmm. Ok." She responds, clearly accepting the situation, but not too happy about it. "You can't steal my toys." She tells me firmly. "Rose, we share in this house." Scarlett scolds her. "It's ok Rose. Your toys are safe." I jump in, getting a triumphant smile from the kid.

"Can I go play now?" Rose asks, clearly bored of this situation. "After you've done your homework yes." Scarlett tells her and she rushes off to grab her school bag. "Now the first introduction is over, this little one here is Cosmo." Colin introduces me to the baby in his arms. He indicates for me to hold out my arms and passes me Cosmo.

I hold him cautiously, scared that I'm going to hurt him. He instantly looks at me and giggles, which is infectious, making me smile widely. "Wow." Scarlett says in awe. I look up briefly to her to see them both sat shocked. "He's never taken to a stranger like that before." Scarlett points out. I try not to let the word stranger hurt, but there's a sting to it. But that is what I am to them all. I'm a stranger to this family.

"He must be able to sense that you are someone that means a lot to him." Colin smiles at us, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of the two of us. "Oh, this is so going to be my new lock screen." He coos over the picture, showing it to Scarlett.

My attention remains on the baby in my arms. He is pretty cute and clearly happier that I'm here than his sister. "Mommy!" Rose calls out to Scarlett before rushing into the living room. "Can you help me with my homework?" She asks, holding up the workbook in her hand. "Of course, sweetie. Take it to the table and I'll go through it with you." She responds happily.

I watch as the two of them head off and get to work. I look down at Cosmo and he's pulling a face. "I think he might be hungry." I point out and Colin takes a look and smiles at me. "You're right. I'll take him and get a bottle for him." He says, taking Cosmo from my arms.

From my seat, I can see Colin bouncing Cosmo in his arms pulling faces and singing silly songs to him, drawing out the cutest giggles. Scarlett's eyes often drift over to the father/son due, a content smile on her face. When I look to her and Rose, she is helping her through some maths homework. Giving her encouragement when she gets something right and showing her how to work things out when she's unsure.

I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I don't fit in here. I'm seeing a life that I could have had, but Scarlett decided she didn't want with me. What is it about Rose that made her want to keep her. What does she have that I didn't. I can't believe that I'm sat here jealous of a 7 year old but I am, and I can't stop it.

I can't stop seeing the life that I could have had but didn't get. I didn't have anyone to help me work out my homework or to sing songs to me. God, forbid I sang too loudly in the house, or I'd be hit. I learnt to keep quiet after a while.

The tears start to build behind my eyes and I don't want them to see me vulnerable like this. I quickly stand up and grab my phone. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back later." I rush out, hoping my voice doesn't crack as I talk. I feel like the walls are closing in on me here and I need to get out.

I barely hear Scarlett or Colin call after me as I quickly make my way out of the front door and towards the closest park that I can get to. When I reach the small lake, I stand next to it, my hands running through my hair. I take a few deep breaths to help calm me down and sit down in the grass. I pull my legs up to my chest and rest my chin on them as I look out over the water and let the tears fall.

I consider calling Laura, but I've been bothering her so much recently, she can go a day without having to deal with my shit. I'll end up driving her away if all I ever bring along with me is drama. This makes my feelings become overwhelming. Do I belong anywhere? How is it I'm in the safest place I've ever been, but I've never been more unsure of my life.

Scarlett's POV:

Having Y/n living with us and knowing that she has chosen to stay with us has been amazing. Each day I feel like our relationship is growing and that I'm getting closer to having a more positive relationship with her. She's still quite closed off, but I don't want to push her to talk with me until she's ready.

I plan to do everything that I can to show Y/n that she belongs in this family and is loved. Hopefully, she'll be able to see the truth in it and eventually allow me to adopt her so I can legally be her mother again. I mean, I definitely see her as my daughter and that I'm her mother regardless of the legality of it all. But I know it'll take a little longer for Y/n to be in that same space.

I was nervous to have all my kids meet each other. Excited, but nervous. Mainly for how Rose would react. I never told Rose about Y/n, worried that she wouldn't understand the situation. But when we sat down all together, I couldn't help the happiness that grew within me at knowing I had all three of my kids together with me again. All living together under one roof.

Rose definitely seems a little sceptical. She's only just gotten used to having Cosmo around and taking up a lot of our attention. Now Y/n is here, I'm sure she's worried that she might miss out on more attention through that.

I can't lie that I feel a little disappointed that Rose wasn't more excited to meet Y/n. But she didn't outright throw a tantrum that she was now living with us and a big part of our lives. So, it's a start. I'm sure once they spend time together, they'll love each other.

I couldn't help the way my heart melted when Y/n held Cosmo and he melted into her touch. Normally, he struggles with people that aren't Colin or me. It took a long time for mom to be able to calm him down. But with Y/n he was instantly content, like he knew this was his big sister and she would protect him.

Y/n had a genuine smile on her face the whole time she was looking at him. She was a natural in the way that she held him, and I would never tire of this scene. I'm even a little jealous when Colin snaps the cutest picture of them. I will definitely be making him send that to me later.

When Rose asked for help with her homework, I thought this would be a good opportunity to lead to a conversation with her about Y/n afterwards. It'll be good to discuss it further and help her understand why we need to be welcoming to Y/n and help her feel like this is her home too.

But I don't get the chance to get to that conversation when I hear Y/n call out that she's going to the park. By the time I'm out of my seat, she's rushing to get her shoes on at the door. "Honey, is everything ok?" I ask after her, the crack in her voice was evident as she talked, and it worried me. She didn't answer my question, instead promising to be back later.

Before I know it, she's out of the door and gone. What happened? Everything seemed ok just a few minutes ago. Did she get a text or something? I go to follow after her through the door, but Colin stops me, gently grabbing my arm to gain my attention. "Give her some time." He tells me, tugging me slightly into the kitchen.

"She's just rushed out to God knows where in a place she doesn't really know Colin. I'm not just going to leave her when she's clearly distressed." I defend a little loudly, disturbing the baby in his arms. He shushes Cosmo and walks him over to his playmat before returning to me.

"I understand that. But you need to trust her. She's just met her siblings. The two children that you decided to keep. That's going to take a bit to process." He tells me. I feel a little annoyed at the way her worded it, but I understand, and I know he's right. "We both kind of naturally fell into our routine with Rose and Cosmo as she was sat in the living room. She was probably watching on and thinking about the life she could have had." He guesses. God, how can I be so stupid to not see that.

I let out a sigh, frustrated in myself for once again making her feel like she doesn't belong. "I just feel like I'm doing this all wrong. I want her to know that she fits in here and that she's wanted." I express, fighting back tears. "There isn't exactly a manual on how to integrate your daughter into your family after 16 years." Colin chuckles, trying to lighten the situation, but it doesn't really help.

"Maybe what we're doing wrong is wanting her to 'fit in' here. She shouldn't need to change for us. Now we have Rose and Cosmo back with us, we need to make the effort that Y/n is included and also the priority at times. I know that's going to be difficult with a baby and a demanding 7 year old. But we can do this. It's not going to be easy or quick, but we just want what is best for Y/n. She'll see that." Colin speaks so wisely that it makes me smile. "I'm so lucky to have you." I tell him, pulling him into me and nuzzling my head into his neck.

"You're still not going to listen to me and leave her be, are you?" He asks me and I shake my head. "Not a chance. But I'll give her 15 minutes." I respond, earning a chuckle from him. Instead of rushing out the door after Y/n like I so desperately want to, I make my way back into the dining room where Rose is finishing her homework.

I take a seat next to her and she smiles when she sees I've returned. "How do you feel about Y/n living with us sweetie?" I ask her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She shrugs her shoulders and focuses on the task of putting her pens away. "Y/n could really do with a younger sister that wants to play with her and spend time with her." I say, hoping that she might open up. "But she's old." Rose replies. "She's not that old and I'm sure she will enjoy spending time with you if you give her a chance." I persist.

Rose thinks for a moment before looking at me. "She seems sad." She points out. Rose has always been very empathetic. She can read people's emotions as well as an adult sometimes. "That's because she's been through a lot of not very nice things. On top of that, she's having to get used to living with a whole new group of people. Could you imagine having to go and live with someone else?" I try and get her to think of herself in that position. "No. I would miss you all too much and wouldn't know if the other people love me." She replies.

"Exactly. But in this case, we love Y/n very much. Just because she hasn't been in our lives, doesn't mean that we don't love her and want her to be with us." I explain and she nods slowly. "She must be feeling lonely not really knowing us." Rose thinks aloud. "Then maybe we can make sure she gets to know us, and we get to know her. We can find out things she likes and do them with her. Like soccer. She loves soccer." I suggest causing Rose's face lights up.

"I love soccer too! Do you think she'll play with me?" She excitedly asks. "I'm sure she would. She could help teach you. She plays for her school team." I tell her and she gets even more excited by that. "Oh! Please can we go and watch her play? We can cheer her on. That will make her happy!" Rose asks and I love that idea. "Definitely, I'll ask her when her next game is, and we'll go." I respond and suddenly Rose is running off to her colouring box. "I'm going to draw her a picture of us playing soccer together!" She tells me excitedly, grabbing out the pens that she's going to need.

Happy that Rose is understanding the situation better, I make my way to the closet to grab my shoes. "I'm going to try and find her." I tell Colin, who's finishing feeding Cosmo. "Ok. Call if you need anything." He tells me, placing a kiss to my head. "Will do. Wish me luck!" I say, heading out through the front door.

I'm not exactly sure where to start. She's not overly familiar with the area here. But she has been to the park nearby. I'd imagine she's probably gone there and called Laura to talk. That'll be my first stop.

The park is a short walk away and I'm grateful it's a warm day as Y/n left without a jacket. I start to look around the park, my hope dwindling when I don't see her sat at any of the benches. But my eyes suddenly land on a small figure by the water. I see Y/n sat with her chin resting on her knees. Her eyes red from crying. It breaks my heart to see her like that and it hurts even more to know that it's all because of me.

I slowly walk over to her and take a seat next to her on the grass. She doesn't move or acknowledge my presence. "You know, when I found out I was pregnant with Rose, I had a complete breakdown. Not because I didn't want to be pregnant. Romain and I had been trying. But because it was a reminder of the fact that I didn't have you in my life. Throughout my pregnancy, I struggled to enjoy it. I felt like I didn't deserve to be happy after giving you up. It was similar with when I had Cosmo. They both became constant reminders of the biggest mistake I had ever made." I start talking, knowing that she certainly wouldn't.

"When I first held Rose, I thought about how much she looked like you. She has the same button nose as you. It became my favourite thing about her because if was a reminder of you. I had memorised every inch of your face in the short time I had you when you were born. I will never forget it. I would try and picture what you would look like at different ages." I continue to share my thoughts with her.

"With Cosmo, you have the same eyes. Piercing blue ones. I know that isn't what you got from me. But it made me happy. I thought that if I was ever lucky enough to have you in my life that you would have something to link you to Colin. He would always talk like you were his own daughter even though he had never met you." This seemed to catch her attention a little and she turned her head, so her cheek is resting on her knee and those blue eyes are looking up at me.

I give her a smile, grateful that she seems to be engaging. "I can't take back that I put you up for adoption. I tried many times. But I want to try to make it up to you now. I'm sure that when you look at Rose and Cosmo, you see the kids I decided to keep. I don't blame you for that. But know that I see them as the children that showed me what I was missing and so desperately wanted in my life." I try to convey how much she truly means to me. "You may have only known me for a little over a week. But I have loved you with every fibre of my being for 16 years." I choke out, the emotion taking over me.

Y/n's own eyes gloss over at my admission, and she wipes her cheek against her knee. "I'll never forgive myself for not keeping you. Giving you the life that you deserve. That's even harder to accept when I know the hell that you have been made to go through. I hope that now you're with us, that you have the best life possible. I will do everything in my power to make sure that you get what you want in life. It's going to take some adjustment from all of us, but I promise that you, my beautiful daughter, belong in our family." I tell her firmly as the tears slowly fall.

I wipe at my face and watch her intently as she takes in everything that I said. She slowly sits back so her body isn't so enclosed and looks back over the lake. "My parents weren't always horrible." She speaks and I'm shocked at the subject she's leading with. But I'm happy that she's talking. "I remember when I was small, we used to go to the park a lot and they would play games with me. I don't know what changed but when I was about 5 or 6, they started to treat me differently. Something must have happened, but I'll never know what. I just became used to being a burden." She admits and it breaks my heart.

"When did they start hurting you?" I take a risk in asking her the question. I won't push her to answer, but I hope that she feels comfortable in talking with me. "The first time I remember was when I was 8. I was playing with a ball, and it cracked a window. Mom ran outside screaming at me and the next thing I knew my cheek was stinging. She didn't seem apologetic at all that she had just slapped me." She replies and my breath hitches at the fact that she has spent 8 years being abused.

"Its just got worse over time. Any time I annoyed them, it was met with a slap, a punch, or a kick. When they started drinking it just became worse. I would try my best to just be quiet in my room to not annoy them. But sometimes my mere presence was enough to set them off." I can't hide the tears as she shares the abuse that she went through. How can anyone hurt a child like that.

"Is it bad that I felt relief when they died?" She turns to ask me, almost ashamed of the thought. "No, my sweet girl. It's not at all. It's a completely understandable feeling to have." I reassure her. I don't admit to her that I hoped it was painful as I think that would just be disrespectful, but they got away with hurting my daughter for years.

"Was Mr Woodstock abusive straightaway?" I ask cautiously. "No actually he wasn't. He hadn't long been a foster carer when he opened his home. I was his 4th kid. He kind of just left us to it. There was food in the fridge and chores we had to do but otherwise we could do as we pleased. It was then I joined soccer and started to make friends at school. It was nice." She smiles sadly, as she remembers the small amount of respite, she had from being hurt.

"My social worker would bring more kids to him and suddenly there were 14 of us and his four bed house wasn't big enough. He drank more and got angry with us more easily. I was grateful for soccer and Laura as it meant I could minimise the time I was at the home and at risk of being on the end of his anger." She continues to shine a light on the life she has experienced.

"How badly he hurt you last week, was that often?" I question, praying that it wasn't. Her bruises are starting to fade, and her black eye is now yellow. But it's a constant remind of what she went through. "No, that was because I made him look bad in front of lawyer. Normally he just kept to a punch here or there." She responds as if that's completely normal.

I tentatively reach out and take her hand. "None of what you went through was ok. I know that it's going to take time for you to come to terms with everything. But you have me and Colin with you through it all." I make sure she can see that I mean every word that I'm saying.

She sighs a little and looks to me once more. "I guess that I'm hypervigilant all of the time at the moment. Although it was horrible in the home, I knew the dangers. Now I feel like I'm suddenly in a spiral with no idea what could hurt me." She sniffles as she let's her emotions flow.

I scootch over to her and cautiously wrap my arm around her shoulder. She leans into me, and it makes my heart melt. "I will never hurt you. I will protect you as will Colin and the rest of the family." I speak with a firm tone. I mean it. I will do whatever it takes to make sure that she is safe.

There's a silence for a moment whilst she allows me to comfort her. "Speaking of the rest of the family. I guess I still have some more people to meet." She says with a small smile, wiping at her eyes. "Yeah, mom is desperate to see you, as are my siblings." I chuckle in response. "Maybe we could do a dinner next weekend with them all and we can do it all in one go." I suggest. She thinks for a moment and then nods. "That'll be nice." She returns. "Perfect. They're going to love you." I tell her, nudging her shoulder.

"Are you ok to head home, or would you like to stay out for a bit longer?" I ask her, not wanting her to feel like she has to do as I say in this moment. "We can go back." She responds, standing and holding her hand out to me, helping me to my feet. We start walking back towards the house and another question pops in my head. "How come you didn't call Laura?" I ask her and I see her tense slightly.

"Uh. Well, she's had to put up with a lot of my shit recently. I thought she deserved a day off." She chuckles awkwardly. I stop moving and turn to her. "Firstly, language." I tell her and she rolls her eyes. Wow, ok that was like looking in a mirror. "Secondly, it's not your shit. You've been through a lot. And thirdly, from the little I know about Laura, I think she would be upset that you didn't feel like you could talk to her." I finish summarising. She hums a little and grabs out her phone to see lots of missed calls and texts from Laura. I chuckle to myself when I read the latest text of Y/n's shoulder

Laura ♥ I'm hoping you're not replying because it's going really well, and I don't need to kick someone's ass. Call me when you can. I want to hear all about it.

"See, I told you." I smirk, nudging her shoulder as she goes to text back. When we get home, Colin is already making dinner with Cosmo in his highchair. "Hi you two." He greets us both. Coming straight over to engulf me in a hug, one that I fall into. "Sorry for running out earlier Colin." Y/n apologises, rubbing at the back of her neck as she speaks. "Nothing to apologise for kiddo. Are you ok? That's all that matters." He reassures her. "I think I will be." She smiles in return.

The calmness doesn't last long before Rose rushes in. "Sissy! Can we play soccer? Look I drew you a picture of us playing!" She asks, excitedly handing over the piece of paper that has two figures playing soccer. And with that, I'm pretty sure that my heart just burst with happiness at hearing her call Y/n that. Y/n looks just as shocked as her eyes gloss over. "Wow what a great picture Rose. I'd love to play with you." Y/n responds after gathering herself. "Come on then!" Rose shouts, taking Y/n's hand and dragging her out to the back yard.

I watch the two of them playing through the kitchen window. Colin wraps his arms around me and rests his chin to watch the two of them playing too. It's a moment I never thought I would get to see, and it brings more tears to my eyes. In this moment, I'm watching Y/n be so carefree and taking the time to show Rose what she needs to do. I want to remember this moment and feeling forever. "I think things are going to be ok." He tells me and I for the first time in over a week. I actually believe him.

Part 5

#scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson fanfiction #scarlett johansson #celebrity fanfic

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delopsia · 2 months

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strawberry delly (get it) 🍓🫙 not to be inspired by your current storm situation—between the tornado warning and your hand, i hope you’re okay—but what about the hawthorn trio being stuck in wabang due to a big storm rolling through? 👀💕

they all knew it was coming; had almost canceled on cecilia because of it, but then felt bad because they’d just canceled on her easter invitation a few months earlier—and then rhett’s mother’s day present got lost in the mail because trying to send large packages through to wabang, wyoming was an absolute lost cause…

she was thrilled to see you all, promising that you’d be long gone before the sky could open, but nature had other plans.

the treacherous wind and rain left amy at a happily stranded at a friend’s house, perry out who knows where, and the hawthorn trio in the perfect conditions to give their beloved cowboy a sleepover experience he never knew he’d missed out on—and one he’d never forget!

telling scary stories, a movie marathon, sneaking downstairs for snacks, staying up late—how do you think the night went?

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strawberry delly 😭🍓 I've got a funny-looking scar from the spider bite, but I'm okay 💐 That storm didn't even do anything scary in the end; the wind just howled the whole time and displaced our decorative pillow 😒

The way that there are three of them, but not one person thinks to check Wabang's weather forecast beforehand. Between the chaos of hunting down an identical gift, arranging their plans, and the general mayhem that comes with traveling, it just entirely slips their mind.

Bob thinks he's being funny when he jokes that a storm is going to strand them in Wabang and then flounders when Rhett later says that one is coming 😭 He's convinced that it's just Rhett joking, but Rhett just shrugs and says that his knee is hurting, and that only happens when a big storm is coming.

Cecelia's so enthused with her new dinnerware sets (whaddaya know, the mailman delivered the missing box an hour after everyone arrived 🙄) that she hardly pays much attention to the oncoming clouds. Perry is so unbothered that he's off to spend the weekend with a few buddies from college.

Royal and Rhett? They know exactly what's coming. Wabang's already infamous for its weird weather. Violent, unexpected thunderstorms, random snow in July, a hailstorm without a single cloud in the sky, just to name a few.

But that doesn't stop them from heading out onto the porch with Bobby in tow, sitting in the rocking chairs and watching the storm roll in. At first, you'd thought they left to go to the store without telling you, but then Cecelia chimed that, "Those damn men are on the porch again."

Some things are both hereditary and contagious. Watching dangerous weather roll in is apparently one of those things. You didn't think it was going to be all that much, but at some point, the rain is coming down so quickly that you can't see the barn anymore. And it just. Doesn't. Stop.

You can't even find the car in the driveway, nevermind navigate the rapidly flooding roads without winding up in a ditch. Nobody needs to ask what you three are going to do. Mother Nature already decided. You're spending the night.

The fun doesn't start until the clock rolls over to nine-thirty. Royal and Cecelia have a sleeping schedule, and they do not deviate from it.

The moment their bedroom door shuts, the air in the living room changes. Maybe that's because it's the first time you've been left alone since you arrived, or maybe...maybe it's because Rhett's eyes are sparkling like that of a kid in a candy store.

"Y'know what this feels like?" Speaking through that dumb grin that's sprawling across his face.

Bob hums. "What?"

"Sleepover."

Cecelia's new couch is just big enough for you three to squeeze into; the internet in Wabang is so bad that things like Netflix aren't an option, but Perry has a concerning collection of horror DVDs that suffice. Bobby thinks he's not going to be bothered by it, but he's fighting you for space on Rhett's chest before the first movie is even over.

The only reason Rhett's not bugged is because Perry used to try to scare him with these movies when he was little. He's practically immune to the genre. And maybe some of the scenes would at least spook him if he weren't more focused on you and Bobby using this as an opportunity to snuggle him.

Rhett thinks he's hilarious when he blames an obscure noise on "one of those house ghosts." Now, Bob is hesitant to head into the dimly lit bathroom by himself.

Cecelia thinks she's even funnier when she walks up behind the couch and scares the hell out of all three of you, laughs so hard that she nearly drops her glass of water.

Rhett loses his shirt when he heads out to the car to get the snacks out of the backseat, winds up so focused on his white cheddar popcorn that he fails to notice you and Bobby staring at the water running down his big chest. Even when you grab him by the hand and haul him up to his bedroom, he's clueless. He doesn't figure it out until Bob grabs a greedy handful of his chest. Then, it clicks.

You guys wind up having to stay another day because not one of you gets a bit of sleep before the sun rises. But that just means you get to have one more night in Wabang 👀🌧

#delgato's asks #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #milesmillergf

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camillomea · 2 months

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do you know i have something on my mind and i'm starting to post randomly 😅😅 it starts the day after stanley brought ford back

When Stan opened his eyes he was in pain, his ribs ached. He looked around, everything was quiet and the sun hadn't even risen yet. He groaned when he remembered what happened yesterday. He thought he'd have to find a new cabin. There was only a month left in the summer. Ford had returned yesterday, and he had given him a month to get out of his house, he hadn't even bothered to thank him for what he had done. The only thanks he got was a punch. He straightened up. It was time to get up, he had to make breakfast for the kids and open the shop. Contrary to Ford's belief, the town knew that he wasn't Ford. They just knew that he was an old man who had been stubbornly searching for his brother, trying to find him, never giving up. He reached down next to his bed and picked up the prosthetics. He put them on his leg stumps, and there they were, he thought, standing up and swinging his legs a little, checking to see if they were seated properly. After making sure he was seated properly, he started to put on his clothes. Yes, the whole town knew his situation. But Ford didn't need to know. He had put up with his stupidity enough. He would probably just yell or make fun of him, he didn't need his pity. He left the room and went downstairs. After turning on the coffee machine, he started making breakfast. When everything was ready, he took his coffee and went out to the garden. He sat in the rocking chair. He loved watching the sunrise, especially after a long night of sleep deprivation. He left his coffee on the coffee table. He leaned back and took a cigarette out of his pocket. It felt good to smoke when he was stressed, but he only smoked them during these hours. It wasn't good for children after all. Instead, he smoked during these hours. He lit his cigarette and started smoking. He was absentmindedly watching the sky. He was rocking in the chair, smoking and drinking coffee. After a while, he relaxed a little. When he finished his coffee and cigarette, he relaxed even more in the chair and his eyes started to slowly close. He was watching the stars with his eyes half closed. He was about to fall asleep again when he heard footsteps. His eyes opened quickly. He closed them again when he saw them. He was in no mood to deal with his brother. Ford said, "I know you're awake, don't pretend to me Stan." Stan said, "I'm not pretending, I'm just trying to cure my insomnia instead of wasting my time with you. "I've already wasted 30 years of my life on your bullshit," he said. "Then you shouldn't have done it," Ford said angrily. "Maybe I'm just an idiot who can't stop looking for his missing brother, who's probably dead, like the town says," Stan said. Ford clenched his fist but didn't say a word.

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s01e01 - Pilot

So, before we get into the episode breakdown, I am rewatching Supernatural and using this blog to catalogue my thoughts and feelings about the show. I am going to keep it generally spoiler free because I like watching the show like I've never seen it before, but I'll maybe add spoiler thoughts at the end because I also like talking about that. But there is something fun about watching the show, having seen it all, and reanalysing like you've never seen it before.

Dean is my favourite, and I am not always the nicest about Sam, but I am not needlessly negative about Sam either, I think he just doesn't have the complexities that Deans has, and also I feel Dean is the brother the watcher can analyse more than Sam. But if I catch anything about Sam I will be writing about it.

I am a Bisexual Dean truther, and am also a Bisexual woman myself so prepare for that, but I am not someone that subscribes to Sam being queer - that's never been something I've got from the show.

Now without further ado, let's get into the Pilot episode of Supernatural - and I'm going scene by scene (or big scene by big scene).

Supernatural opens on a house - it's the boys house in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean is four, Sam is a few months old and we see Sam Smith as Mary, and JDM as John. The opening shot does as much as it can to solidify the boy's life as normal and safe, but with the way it's shot, and with the fact that the show is called Supernatural, there is a tension the second the lights are off. It's in the music and the camera shots, there is just a feeling of unease.

Mary see's who she thinks is John in the nursery, but then goes downstairs and it isn't John. Now if I found out my husband was downstairs and not in my son's nursery, I would wake my husband before going into my son's room. Instead she doesn't and we see John wake up to a scream and thus the famous visual of Mary burning on the ceiling is born and 'Dean take your brother and go' is also born.

I don't think there is any situation where I would let my 4 year old carry my other child out of a burning house without me following immediately, but John Winchester and I are not the same.

After the title screen, we open in the present day - well 2005 - at University, where we immediately see a photo of Mary and John - this makes it an unknown as to the state of John, is he alive or dead like Mary. Jess is introduced to us, played by Adrianne Palicki followed by equally confusingly named Jared Padalecki who is our beloved Sam.

We are immediately shown that Jess and Sam are in a relationship. The relationship seems to be playful and easy. Sam also implies that he doesn't like halloween, which is just funny. Sam is doing law, he seems to be good at it, if his friends are anything to go by.

Jess is immediately likeable to me, and they create a general sense that she is very supportive of Sam, while also pushing him to be the best he can be. Sam comes across as quite modest, almost shy, but definitely endearing.

'Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a few days'

There it is, the line that got me hook, line, and sinker into this show.

The framing of Deans introduction is very interesting, because starting this episode we have a situation where a noise wakes someone up and they are then killed. So when Sam gets woken up in the middle of the night, as a viewer, I was immediately wary. Instead of murder, we are greeted with Dean Winchester, played by Jensen Ackles, who I will end up calling Jackles - as many do.

Dean and Sam fight, and immediately Dean mentions Sam being rusty. Now I see this sneak attack as a way to judge and test Sam's skills, to see how 'rusty' he actually is. Dean seems impressed to note that Sam isn't really that rusty.

One of my hatreds in TV is the whole 'anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of both of us' because in the end its never something you can say in front of both of them. Supernatural is the exact same, Dean says the famous line, and Jess has to leave.

(Edit: The fact that Dean Winchester 'waited for hours' outside Sam's place because he wasn't sure he would be welcomed breaks me. He put up this confident front when he finally found the courage to go see Sam and hoped that his brother wouldn't throw him out. Dean Winchester from the beginning doesn't want to be abandoned and yet is constantly waiting to be abandoned, and yet he still puts himself in positions where he has to be vulnerable and just puts up his facade in hopes he won't get called out on his massive abandonment issues).

Ahhh the famous audition dialogue. This scene is very interesting to me, because it paints a picture of both of the brothers perspectives of their lives, while showing how Sam especially, could have a wildly different view of Dean than we have of Dean - especially on a rewatch.

Now to be fair to Sam, he makes some good points, if my brother broke into my house and told me to hit the road I'd question it - especially as it is implied that Sam has not seen Dean in the 2 years he's been at college - ‘In almost 2 years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing’.

Sam mentions multiple times that John has been ‘missing’ before, that ‘he's always missing and he’s always fine’. Which paints an immediate picture of John Winchester and how reliable he is.

Sam says he has quit hunting - although he makes it sound like an addiction rather than a job. 'I swore I was done hunting, for good' - that's how someone talks about drinking, or going back to a relationship that is toxic.

Sam makes the point that ‘we were raised like warriors’. While Dean is quick to say that their childhood ‘wasn’t easy but it wasn’t that bad’. There is already an implication that John had an obsession with hunting and that it superseded being a father. Dean is very accommodating for John, quick to defend - Sam clearly is not, but Sam has also had years away from his father and brother.

When it comes to hunting Dean focuses on the saving people part of the hunting, he sees it as a positive and the reason to be doing it. Which is a very interesting and important character note for Dean Winchester - it is core to understanding who Dean is and why he does everything he does.

Dean is trying his damnedest to convince Sam to come along and look for their father, it's interesting that ‘not wanting to do it alone’ is what gets Sam to cave. Dean shows a slight bit of vulnerability and already we are seeing that what he presents himself as, may not be the entire truth. He doesn't want to do this alone, its a family matter, so he wants his brother - who he hasn't spoken to in years - to go with him and Sam agrees.

We get the first look at the Impala and her weapons. We also get the first count of Sam having a view of who Dean is and what John will allow him to do in his comment about ‘Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself’ - we are going to keep count of how many times it seems like Sam has a different view of Dean than we do.

We get the exposition of the monster of the week, and a peak at the intelligence of Dean Winchester - which is immediately commented on by Sam.

We then get Sam packing because he has agreed to find John. Jess is again a pretty amazing girlfriend, she is supportive, but also firm in reminding Sam of the interview he has. She's not saying this for any reason other than wanting Sam to make sure he prioritises his future - at least that's how I see it.

We also get the first inclination that Jess does not know what Sam and Dean were raised doing.

They are at a gas station and we get another iconic line in this scene. We get more of Sam looking down on Dean and Dean's credit card scams - which is something that seems to be a trend with Sam at least in this episode. We get him slandering his music and his diet.

This scene is generally here to show the brothers dynamic, and show how Dean has and gets money. But it's a nice way to show that Sam truly is the annoying but loving little brother.

And we get an ‘it’s Sam’ after Dean calls him Sammy.

It’s interesting to see how Sam’s attitudes to hunting changes as the show goes on. He is very flippant about it right now.

Let the fake FBI’ing begin, as well as just constantly manipulating witnesses.

Sam and Dean look far too young to be Federal Marshals, which is just something Supernatural wants you to accept and ignore - all the police in the Supernatural world can be and will be scammed and manipulated, you just need to accept that.

Dean does not respect police - which is something I will monitor as we progress, because Dean and authority figures is an interesting dynamic. He seems to find it annoying that they know the truth of what killed the person, and the police don’t, but that doesn't really come back up - at least as far as I remember, Dean just has issues with people of authority, and especially older men talking down to him.

We get another great little sibling moment when Dean hits Sam, I have definitely done that to my little brother. Sam seems to be much more able to deal with police without getting snarky or sassy, and Dean doesn't appreciate being handled or shut up.

The boys corner the dead man's girlfriend, and I know it's a tv show but those women are very trusting. I don't know that I would trust two random men claiming to be my boyfriend's uncles.

We get to the first scene the boys filmed - the chemistry was there from the start, and we get an interesting interaction where Sam calls Dean a control freak - maybe it stems from the fact that he had to be very put together because he lived on the road, and had to move around a lot - again something more to Dean Winchester that you may not think would fit into his character. They make Sam the tech savvy one - will be interesting and annoying to keep watch over how they show the boys' intelligence throughout the show.

The boys go back to the bridge the guy at the start died on, and that the police were on during the day. Dean makes a comment about the case ‘taking a while’ but Sam is quick to remind him he has an interview on Monday to which Dean says he forgot about. I don’t believe that - he says 'Monday' at the same time as Sam, that isn't the reaction someone who forgot about it would have.

Dean really doesn’t believe people can just leave the hunter lifestyle, he also very quickly brings up the idea of Jess not knowing about how Sam was raised. ‘She’s not ever going to know’ - Sam is very quick to veto the idea of Jess ever knowing about Sam and hunting, which is in direct comparison to Dean who we find out did tell a partner of his about hunting- Dean also makes a comment about Sam lying, and implying that it isn't a healthy thing for a relationship.

‘You have a responsibility’ - Dean is very big on the idea of hunting being a responsibility, that he has to do it. It links back to him having the saving people part of hunting being the most important part of it. Interesting that Dean doesn’t get to finish his point about responsibility - so Sam infers Dean is talking about their father but is he????

Sam is very quick to say that he is not a hunter and is not like Dean - ‘I'm not like you… this is not going to be my life’.

We find one of the sensitive topics for Dean, that being Mary. He does not like anyone sounding at all disrespectful of Mary, when really all Sam did was tell the truth. John’s crusade will not bring her back, and Sam was too young to know or remember what Mary looked like without pictures. The show is establishing that Dean has a different relationship to Mary’s memory than Sam and that it is a sore spot for him.

The boys find John's motel room and this whole scene is basically there to show the audience that the monster is a Woman in White.

The scene also establishes how the boys show love to one another, because Supernatural is not a show where anyone says ‘I love you’. The boys build up to a chick flick moment and even after watching only one episode of this show, I can guarantee Dean likes chick flicks. The jerk/bitch thing is definitely a way for the boys to say I love you but in a manly way because why would men show emotions. (I would like to highlight that Dean Winchester is a highly emotional person, don’t let this scene fool you).

Dean heads out of the motel and sees police and immediately warns Sam - this shows how seamlessly the boys actually work together.

Dean Winchester is just all confidence, even in the face of policemen. If you didn’t love him already, the whole shoved against a car thing should really do it for you.

This is an example of Dean making a sexual or flirtatious comment when placed in a high stress situation, he does it a lot, and it seems to be quite automatic for him. He’s definitely being sassy to try and make sure Sam gets away, but there were other ways for him to do that. He wanted to draw attention.

He’s slammed against the car and then taken to the station, where he starts being questioned. He makes a comment about being in trouble and is it ‘squeal like a pig’ trouble - interesting reference to make. It's not a saying - well it is, but from this movie called Deliverance (1972). Don’t know what to make of that reference and how deep into it to go, as Dean could fully be mixing metaphors or just meaning ‘look how screwed i am’ but this post goes into it a lot more than i want to. This post goes into it much more.

The second dean sees John's journal, he goes quiet. The performance is over and he just wants to see what it says and see if it can help him find his dad.

While Dean is with the police, Sam goes to Joseph's house - the Woman in White’s ex husband - and says he's a reporter, just like John said he was. Sam seems quite emotionally intelligent when talking to witnesses and also quite happy to manipulate - and I don't mean that as a negative. He knows when to push and when to let them say as much as they want. He allows Joseph to paint a picture of a happy marriage, and goes for the killing blow after he has been lulled into a false state of security. It highlights Sam's intelligence and ability to hunt, showing that while he may have been away from hunting for a while, he hasn't lost his skills.

All this scene is trying to show is that good old Dean-o knows how to break out of handcuffs - literally that's it.

Sam is in the Impala and Dean calls - we find out Sam was the call that got the police to leave. The numbers 35-111 left in the journal were coordinates of where John disappeared to. This feels very cold towards his sons, and quite in line with what we are slowly learning about the John Winchester school of parenting.

Dean calls it ‘Ex-marine crap’, it doesn’t sound like he loves it - again pulling apart the good, dutiful son picture we are being painted.

In a jump scare that actually works - Sam drives through the woman in white, then she appears in the back seat saying ‘take me home’. She also upgraded to controlling cars as she is driving it from the back seats. They get to her house - and she basically tries to assault Sam, and I hate it. Then she sticks invisible fingers in his chest because Sam didn't want to cheat on his girlfriend.

Dean appears and shoots her through the window. Sam drives her into the house - it's a bit of a crash. She sees her children in a photo and then pins the boys between a chest of drawers and the car. Creepy kids stand at the top of the stairs with water running down them - they then hug, she screams and they all vanish.

Another great sibling dynamic moment of belittling each other's accomplishments and lightly tapping on something that hurts - Dean patting Sam's chest which had fingers dug into it not even 5 minutes ago made me laugh cause yeah, fair enough.

We find out that John is in Colorado. Dean wants to go, Sam has his interview - we definitely are meant to get the impression that Dean has thoroughly enjoyed having his brother with him on this hunt.

When Dean is dropping Sam off outside his place and saying goodbye he was definitely gonna say something emotional but changed his mind. I know I said Dean is emotional - and he is - but he needs the opening from the other person to actually open up. Otherwise he feels like a burden, he won't just start a conversation with how he is feeling.

Woman on the ceiling 2: electric boogaloo.

Sam walks into the apartment and hears the shower running, classic misdirection. If you hear water, there can't be fire or a dead woman. Turns out it's Mary 2.0 and Jess is dead on the ceiling which then catches fire.

Thank god Dean is there to pull Sam out and he didn't actually drive away. I mean of course he didn’t drive away, because Dean has good instincts and Sam is his responsibility, he makes sure his kid is okay, even if that means ensuring Sam gets into his apartment safely.

This scene directly draws comparisons between John and Sam with both their loves dying on the ceiling, and it won't be the last time Sam and John are shown to be very similar, even if Sam spends a lot of this season slandering John.

‘We’ve got work to do’ - yeah you do!

Final Thoughts

The pilot is a very good intro to the world of supernatural and gives you a good clue as to who the boys are. There is more depth given to Sam, but seeing as he was meant to be protagonist numero uno, it makes sense.

(I don't subscribe to the idea that both brothers were meant to be leads from the get go, it was 100% meant to be the Sam show, but that's neither here nor there, and it didn't end up being the Sam show so...)

Dean will get his character development in a few episodes anyway, and then there is no turning away from what Dean Winchester can become.

They immediately set up this link between John losing Mary and Sam losing Jess and I find that very interesting because I didn't catch it in my first watch, but now I completely see it.

#spn 1x01 #spn meta #my thoughts #s01e01 #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural pilot #supernatural #supernatural rewatch #Eva rewatches Supernatural

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 12

-There are Stranger Things out there-

Warnings: abuse and angst.

a/n: if ya’ll could'nt tell the time line is totally fuck up from how the show is. also this chapter gave me trouble i didnt want to write it.

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*Billy pov *

I was relaxing on my bed flipping through a new rolling stones magazine when I heard my fathers angry voice ringing through the quiet house.

“William! Get your ass down here, right now!” I shivered at my father’s voice, speedily jumping up from my bed, and quickly went downstairs. “You needed me, sir?”

Neil walked over to susannand whispered in her ear. She looked at Billy like she wanted to say something to him but shook her head and left. She always wanted to say something. She just never did.

“Where the fuck is maxine?” Neil snaps.

“I don’t know, sir. She is probably at the movies or arcade”

“You let her go alone?”

“She's old enough to take care of herself.”

“You know what I’m done playing these games. I’m done with your fucking additude”. He slaps me across the face.

“What did we talk about?”

“Respect and responsibility.”

“Fucking find your sister!’ instead of staring at yourself in the fucking mirror faggot and get her home immedially” he spats while dragging me out of the house throwing me on the ground next to my car.

I headed to Sinclair's house first, but mrs. Sinclair said that the kids were probably at the wheeler's house.

I rang the doorbell to the wheeler's house, but there was no answer, so i tried again. The door opened to a woman wearing just a robe, her hair slightly wet. She must have gotten out of the shower or something.

“Oh Hi” I smiled at her.

“Hi” she softly says. She stared at me in awe, this is going to be fun, i thought. Using my charm to get information faster.

“I, uh, didn't realize Nancy had a sister. She chuckles lightly.

“What's so funny?”

“I'm Nancy's mother.” she laughs.

Chuckling in disbelief “Mrs. wheeler”

“Um, I'm sorry, and you are you?” she stammers.

“Billy, Billy hargrove.” I said as I took her hand delicly.

“You must be here for Nancy.”

“Nancy? No, no. Not my type. uh…. “ I noticed she had a glimmer of hope behind her eyes. Sorry, mrs. wheeler im taken. I smile to myself. “No, actually, I am looking for my little sister Max. goes by maxine. She's been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I've been worried sick, you know, so….” Not going to lie to myself. i was actually starting to get a little worried about Max.

“Oh”

“I thought she was at Lucas", but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the designated hangout, so, you know…"I leaned on the door frame, smirking slightly “here i am.”

“Come on in, i give you the byer's address.'' She says, opening the door more for me to follow her inside.

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night. So drive slowly.” She handed me a piece of paper.

“Always” I smiled at her.

“And when you see Mike tell him to come home already, okay?”

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” I said as I took a bite of a cookie she offered.

“Anytime.”

“I’ll see you later.” walking out the room i can feel her eyes on me. Chucking, y/n is going to kill me if she finds out I let mrs. wheeler eye fucked me but i needed the inforation for my sake.

*small time skip*

I pulled up to the byers' house. I see Harrington standing at the front door. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it's me. Dont cream your pants.”

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo, y/n isn't here, by the way.”

“I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that's weird. I don't know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch.”

“Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Sighing “you know, i don't know, this whole situation, Harrington, i don’t know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“My 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I found her with you in a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it.”

He chuckles. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here.”

“Then who is that?” I pointed my cigarette at the window behind him. He turned, and we saw the kids duck.

“Oh,shit. Listen….” he started to say before I pushed him to the ground. I leaned over “I'm going to let this slide because you're your y/n friend.” marching to the door, I swung it open to see the kids all staring at me. I saw how close Lucas was next to Max, and that made me furious.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” I say as I walk towards him. Looking over to Max “I thought I told you to stay away from him, max.”

“Billy, go away” she says.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” I pushed Lucas against a corner shelf roughly.

“Billy!, stop!.” she screams.

“Get off of me.” Lucas says as he struggles under my grip.

“Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her, you hear me?” I growled.

“I said," Get off me! "” he knees me in the balls, i quickly let go.

“You're so dead, Sinlcair!”

“No. You are.” Steve turns me away from Lucas and punches me in the jaw. I started to laugh. "LOOKS LIKE THERE'S STILL SOME FIRE IN YOU AFTER ALL! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET THIS KING STEVE EVERYONE HAS BEEN TELLING ME SO MUCH ABOUT!"

“Get out.” was all he said, pushing me back. I threw a punch, but he dodged it, he manages to land a punch on my jaw again.

The kids start yelling “kick his ass, steve!

“Get him!

“Murder the son of a bitch!”

I hit him with a plate and got the upper hand, and continued to land punches on his jaw. “Now one tells me what to do!” I yelled. Steve is a bloody mess on the floor.

“Billy? Kids? What the fuck is going on?” I froze when I heard the y/n voice. “Shit im in trouble” I thought, Steve realized that I stopped and he pushes me into the fridge, a demented dog looking thing fell out onto my lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” i say.

*y/n pov*

I pulled up to the byers house, and I noticed Billy's car was here, “weird why is he here” I said to myself as i got out of mine. I could hear screaming and yelling coming from the house. I ran to the door thinking we were under attack by demodogs again. I had my nail bat ready and slammed the door open, expecting creatures but what I found was my boyfriend beating the ever living shit out of my best friend.

“Billy? Kids” what the fuck is going on?” I yelled. I noticed Billy froze to my voice and suddenly he was on the floor with a dead demodog on his lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” was all he said.

“Fuck dustin, why did you have to put in the the fridge.” i say. Great, now I'm going to have to explain everything to Billy, who is probably going to think his girlfriend has gone crazy.

“This is a ground- breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog.” he says as he picks it up from Billy's lap, who was still in shock.

“Billy?” i say. He doesn't look at me.

“Baby?” he finally looks at me. “ I'm going to explain everything, so please listen closely…. Okay?” he shook his head, yes. Taking a deep breath.

“The year before you got here, something strange happened to Hawkins. It all started when Will byers went missing, and a girl named Eleven suddenly showed up. El made cross-dimensional psychic contact with the hive mind and opened the "Mothergate" at Hawkins Lab. Somehow, the Mothergate’s creation also caused the Upside Down to transform from its original state and become a perfect copy of the human world, during that time a Demogorgons came through terrorizing both Will in the upside down and our town.” i looked at him carefully. He just sat quietly listening to me. I continued.

“Do you remember when I said i had a brother?” I asked.

“Yes,” he says softly.

“Mikey died at middle school trying to protect the kids from a demogorgon. While I was upside down helping Joyce and Hopper find Will. We managed to get Will back. But he didn't come back nearly like his old self. Recently, he's been having visions about a creature we are calling a mind-flayer, which now has made Will a host. The thing that fell on you was a demodog, a smaller version of a demogorgon. I know all this sounds crazy and I understand if you think I'm crazy but this is what's happening in the hell hole of a town. I wanted to tell you for so long, but I did it to protect you from this, and the government made us promise not to tell anyone." I breathed.

“You're right. This is crazy and you are crazy, but…. Strangely, I believe you.” he says, taking my hands.

“Max, how long have you known?” he asks her.

“Since last year.” she says

“Jesus” he sighs in disbelief.

"Guys, i have located where hopper dug the entrance to the tunnel," i say to Steve and the kids. as they geared up to help with the mission.

"Baby, i know you're trying to process everything, but we may or may not have to go in an alien vine tunnel thing right now to help save the world."

"oh fucking fantastic" he says as runs after me and the group.

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Relinquishment

TW: Dark!Rafe!. Smut. Language. Forceful sex.

SUMMARY: A specific question in regards to your virtues sends Rafe into action when he can’t take the thought of it being anyone else to rectify that situation…

WORD COUNT: 2200

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Relinquishment

He seemed different today. The usual arrogance was exchanged for pensive silence, which was beyond odd considering his usual flickering gaze. It was almost as if he had been trying to remember something. But the eyes that you knew well as your best friend belonged behind them, had now been consumed by something dangerous. Something possessive. Something you were unaware had you within its pinnacle.

"Do you think about it?" Rafe suddenly appeared as you closed the door to your bedroom closet, believing he had remained downstairs after you had said goodbye to your mutual friends.

"Jesus, Rafe! What the hell!" But the compassion one would usually offer after frightening someone was lost on him. His focus was steadfast and in a way that was done with impatience.

"Do you?" You knew exactly the answer he was vying for as it had been the reason you retired to your room to begin with.

Topper and Rafe had been discussing virginity-more specifically, their lack thereof. The thing was, Rafe was too. He had talked a big game in faux headboard banging conquests, but you knew the truth because he had confided it into you. It was a secret that kept you close, but his pride had gotten the better of him and made him egg on Topper as they teased your 'unpopped cherry'. Topper having even gone so far as to 'offer his services' had left you fuming as you had Rafe secret at the edge of your tongue. But you weren't the type to hold a grudge. Not when the friendship as a whole acted as more of a benefit than a conundrum. And yet, Kelce's remark of 'you should just let Rafe take it', had been what Rafe was in reference to.

You loved Rafe. Just not in that way. You had seen too many of his emotional outbursts to consider him a candidate for what you would need in a partner. You needed stability and reliability, perhaps two of the only things Rafe didn't possess in opposition to his many qualities. But it was enough to keep the line divided between friends and lovers, which is what increased the uncomfortable nature of his presence as he was invested in your thoughts on the matter.

"I think our friends are idiots." You tried to lessen the tension, even changing the subject by moving across the space and pulling the remote to view as if to invite him to watch something. But his eyes were still fixed,"What?"

"Have you ever thought about it with us?"

"No." You spoke honestly as his jaw clenched but his eyes fell in sadness.

"You have?" He shrugged, trying to act as if his mind wasn't riddled with visions of you. The positions in which he fantasized, the faces you would make once he was inside of you, and the way you would say his name when he was the first to make you come. It was maddening and a borderline obsession that was beginning to spill over in his ability to remain indifferent.

"I mean...yeah..." The way his eyes stalled on your body was overwhelming. You had watched him drool over plenty of other girls, including some of your friends, but never you. At least not this openly. A few glances shifting away when you would look at him or comments corrected to appear strictly platonic had now made you question the intent beneath them.

"Rafe..." You addressed him as he began to walk towards you, the stock of his frame making it impossible to move around him without being immediately apprehended.

"You haven't thought about how it would be between us?" You spoke his name in warning once more, moving closer to your bed, as he continued with interruptions over your rejection.

"Then let me tell you what I've thought of every fucking day since we've been friends." He was now standing immediately in front of you, fingers raised to his temples as he spoke in dramatic passion.

"I've thought of being so sweet with you that you'd fall in love with me by the time I would make you come. I've thought about fingering and eating you out in public in front of Kelce and Top and everyone else who looks at you too fucking long for my liking..."

You swallowed hard at the thought as your eyes shifted to the door.

"And I've also thought about pulling your hair back so far until I can see your eyes roll back as I rode you too hard you ached for days..." The way his words affected you left you manic for stability in breathing. Your eyes wouldn't leave his, however, even as you considered pushing towards your escape, as you worried if you did then he would pounce.

"And every time I've thought about it, I stopped myself because you hadn't been with anybody...But since I haven't either..."

"I was waiting."

"For what?" He scoffed. "You've had boyfriends before...You have had offers...and looks...and you've waited for...?" He waited for you to answer as you hesitated.

"For-for it to be special.. with someone special..."

"Well you might not love me...and there might not be music or any of that shit, but...I'll make it memorable for you...THAT is a promise and I-" You used the downcast of his eyes as a means to try and leave, as he quickly collected you with a hundred chuckle leaving his lips.

"You think after confessing all that to you, I'm gonna let someone else have the chance to do it?!"

"Rafe, please! Not like this!"

"You'll thank me when it's over...you might even love me..." He turned you towards the bed, a grip to the back of your neck directing you towards it, before he used his other arm to hold you against him.

"God, your body has always driven me crazy...fuck..." He ran his touch over your hips and down your shorts, licking his lips at the sinful thoughts racing through his mind until they weren't able to be silenced.

"Rafe!" You begged as you tried to grip his wrist to stop him, but this only led him to chuckle as he was successful in accessing your panties.

"You don't want this?" You asked as you shook your head.

"Then why are you so fucking wet?!" You squeezed your eyes together tightly as you convinced yourself that it was temporary insanity.

"Do you have ANY idea what it does to me to know that I'm the only one that's gonna be in this pussy?" You winced at his words, so dirty from lips usually so beautiful.

"Please!" You winced as he palmed against your clit, testing which techniques he had overheard from Topper and his other friends, until finding one that turned your desperation to desire. But this plea in repetition would be the only result.

"This is gonna happen, sweetheart. And the more you fight it will just make it worse for you."

"If you do this-" You were turned against him.

"What? You'll hate me?" He chuckled. "It'll be worth it if I get to wear your cream around my cock as a trophy, baby...Now shut the fuck up and lay down."

"Rafe-" He took your jaw within his grip, forcing your cheeks to be hollow before he forced you into a kiss. It was dry and rough but still made you temporarily drawn to him as you hated yourself for it. For this, you'd bite his bottom lip until it drew blood, only forcing the excitement to broaden behind his eyes.

"I was gonna try and be sweet with you, sven...eat you out until you came and everything...but since you wanna be a little bitch, we're doing this for me-" He took your hips, flipping you onto your stomach and forcing your shorts from your waist.

"Goddamnit..." He groaned at the sight of your panties, the imagery in reality far exceeding what he had imagined long before.

"When I done, I'm taking these with me, yeah?" He smirked into your shoulder before spitting on his cock, not issuing even a look of warning, before thrusting into you. The cruel penetration had been done in one swift motion as he had bottomed out the pain having made you cry in a silent plea as he shook behind you.

"Even better than I thought...." He spoke to himself before retracting as you gripped the bed hard enough until your knuckles became worn with ivory coloring.

"Oh shit...you need to relax!" He snapped.

"I'm gonna come too soon if you don't-and then I'll just fuck you again, so calm the hell down!" He patronized, before leading himself into a pace. Your pleas and winces were left completely ignored as the pain brought tears to your eyes. Not only had he stolen your virtue, but had done so without proper preparation, which left you feeling him raw to the touch. You swear you could make out the veins as they slid in and out of you, the virtue fading somewhere in the motions.

"Always knew you'd be a good fuck, but shit!" Your body was forced against his by the grip on your neck and that around your hip to keep you in to him.

But then that pressure began to alter into something else. Something much more pleasurable and something you wanted to hate but couldn't. With the pain of his force, you clung to anything that came in contrast to it, which showed in the way he was now able to glide easily to and from you.

"You feeling good now baby? See I told you I'd make it feel good, didn't I?" You only focused on your pleasure, not who it had come from. But it wasn't enough for him. Not when he had to wait this long. Because of this, he reached to the top of your head before fitting a grip and using it to ride into you.

"Pussy loves my cock, don't it? Clenching and shaking and shit...goddamn that's so good isn't it?" He asked as you could only groan on the pleasure you wanted to hate.

"Wanna scream at me? Wanna hate me? Go ahead...but you're cunt's telling me she loves me..." He laughed. "She's spilling all your secrets...and you, God, you're drowning my cock-"

"Rafe!"

"Oh shit, you're close..." You trembled as he led his touch to your clit. A few fumbles later and he had a steady tempo that added to his thrusts.

The fulfillment of his cock, the roughness of each thrust, the grip through your hair, and the dirty words at your back were too much for you as you allowed yourself to be lost in the pleasure. Even if undeserving for him, you relaxed enough to where he could enjoy the moment as well.

"Tell me you're gonna come. Tell me whose cock is gonna make you too fucking sore to walk-come on..."

"Rafe-" He slapped your ass as you gasped, returning his fingers to your clit in the process.

"I know my fucking name! I wanna hear you fucking come! Tell me or I swear to God, I'll use your ass to make me come!"

"I'm coming!" You belted in purr desperation as he allowed you to control your high as he ran through you in continued thrusts and circling fingers. But even when you slowed to showcase your release, he wasn't done. His motions returned, this time without a care to even hold you close. Instead, he used you to make himself come. But in his tries, you would try to break free as your body felt that second release he had unintentionally built within you.

"Don't-" He threatened as you tried to bury yourself into the sheets.

"Rafe....oh God...oh my fucking God! Stop! Please!" And to this, he took one final swat to your ass before leaving over your ear.

“I don’t care if it’s in pain or pleasure baby, you’re still gonna scream for me when you come…”

And his words were true. He couldn't care less. It showed in the cruelty of his thrusts and dirty words reprimanding having not done this sooner.

"You're gonna make me come! Oh shit! Clench that pussy-come on!" He demanded as your body unintentionally obeyed.

"Fuck yes!" Ge cursed through clenched teeth before awkward jolts brought him spilling into you as he withdrew as your pulsating walls were too much to his sensitive cock.

"Rafe-"

"Now no matter whose been there will know I got you first..." He leaned down and pulled your face to him.

"But I can whenever the fuck I want..." He pressed a kiss to your lips before leaving as if nothing had happened, as if your best best hadn't just taken your virginity as you had taken his…

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greenlikethesea · 2 years

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time travel 👀👀

ahhhhh, this one! i'll just post the whole thing -- it was a fun little thing i wrote to explore a jokey text post that i've seen floating around here, where s1 steve gets transported to a future in which steve and eddie are together. bottom steve rights, etc.

“Wait, you have a boyfriend?”

Steve rolls his eyes at the younger version of him, spine ramrod straight in the chair across from him at their kitchen table. “Yeah, we do. He’s very sweet. Eddie Munson, if you know him.”

Past-Steve does know who Eddie Munson is, knows all too well, pretends valiantly to not notice him, so he only bristles a little at the name. “Who’s the girl?”

His eyes are round with…something. It’s not quite fear, somewhere between curiosity and suspicion. Of course that’s the fucking question he asks. Not even that much shock about the boyfriend, but a need to know about the sex stuff. Shows where his brain was back then.

Steve rolls his eyes. “That’s the point, dumbass. We’re both guys. No one is the girl.”

Past-Steve sighs, a little shriek of frustration slipping out at the last second. He smooths his hair back. Oh man, he was so cute back then. “No, you don’t…I mean…who’s the girl?”

It takes Steve a minute to process the repetition of the question, but when it dawns on him, he barks a laugh in surprise. The thing is, he remembers himself from back then. Knows that he was having…thoughts about other guys. That he’d see Jonathan talking to Nancy and not be sure who he was more jealous of. That he noticed this guy who wore denim vests and had long, curly hair, and who didn’t care about him at all. But most of all, he knows that this Steve was thinking a lot about the particulars of sex. And hung up on…the mechanics of it all.

Steve leans forward in his chair. “You’re the girl.”

Past-Steve blanches, eyes going more round, if such a thing were even possible. “No way. Absolutely not.” The faint blush on his cheeks indicates otherwise.

“You’re the girl,” Steve continues. He’s not a huge fan of how demeaning that is, but if his younger self will understand the situation better, he’ll use his language. “Eddie Munson fucks you almost every night. He’s upstairs sleeping right now, in fact, worn out from fucking you. Well, me, but I’m you someday, I guess.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Past-Steve says. “This is a messed up dream. I mean – I would never –”

Steve rolls his eyes, because he knows better than anyone that this Steve would, that’s he’s absolutely thought about it. He knows he’s being a little mean to a guy who just recently admitted to himself that he did see men in more than a friendly way, but he’s having too much fun. This version needs a bit of stark reality thrown into his supernatural world. “Sure, sometimes you fuck him, and that’s always a good time – yep, it is as good as you’ve been imagining, he’s wicked flexible.”

Past-Steve’s eyes cross a little at that, but he shakes his head to refocus. “But you’re the girl, you said.”

Steve sighs. He’s gotta pull out the big guns, however crass. “More nights than not, you’re begging for him to fuck you hard, and you really like it. You prefer it, actually.”

“No,” Past-Steve says, but he’s fighting it more than he’s actually denying it.

Steve grins, goes in for the kill. “He fucks you in the ass and you like it so much.”

Truthfully, Steve would much rather be getting fucked right now than having this conversation with, God, himself. Would do anything to be folded in half on the king mattress upstairs while his hot boyfriend fucks him hard and torturously slow, sleep still in every part of his posture. He’s not even sure how this happened, really – just a crash downstairs and bam, King Steve sprawled on his floor, bewildered and defensive. But they’re here now, and whether this is a hallucination or some rift in the universe, Steve prefers facing his problems head on, so they’re here now.

Past-Steve’s reeling – there’s a question on his lips. When Steve nods at him, out with it, Past-Steve nods. “Do you love each other?”

And there it is, that’s where the heart of this kid lives – it was there all along, even when he was seventeen and more than kind of a douchebag. This kid wanted so desperately to be loved. Steve wants to reach out and, oh, grab the kid’s hand or something, but he’s not sure if that’s allowed. If that will break the time space continuum or whatever. So he settles for smiling at him.

“Yeah, we do,” he says. “We love each other a lot.”

Past-Steve’s hopeful smile is all he needs at the moment.

#asks

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idontlikeem · 2 years

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i have some hockey-related asks, i'm going to try to get to them tomorrow. sorry guys, been a bad mental health weekend for me.

i thought maybe writing about it would help, so that's under the cut, but i'm discussing mental health stuff and a bit of food stuff so please don't click and read if you're sensitive to that, and even if you're not don't feel any obligation to click and read lol i just am complaining mostly.

as someone who's had mild clinical depression and moderate generalized anxiety for basically my whole life, it's kind of...shocking to me to sometimes pull my head up and look around and see just how badly i'm being affected by acute situational depression.

it has a different flavor and a different feel. i'm familiar with the struggle to motivate, the lack of desire to get tasks i find unpleasant done even when i know i have to do them, and the occasional bouts of like...idk just Existential Sad. i've always had that, and i've always been able to sort of stiff-upper-lip my way through it and come out feeling better after a few hours or days of feeling not so great.

this? jesus christ.

i cannot make myself get out of bed in the mornings more than a few minutes before i have to log on for work. i lose time during the work day just staring into space. i haven't taken my dog for a long walk in weeks (now part of that is due to the very extreme weather and now my fucked-up knee, but if those things hadn't happened i cannot with confidence say i'd be out there with her). i lie down and just want to...stay there.

i've always been a comfort/stress-eater. i've struggled with my weight for always, not exactly helped along with my mom's absolutely awful approach to body image and like. idk just general care and maintenance of a teenage girl's weight, this is all stuff i don't even want to get into lol, but suffice to say that i am not at my healthiest physical self and have for years sort of made myself feel better with little snacks. but now? i don't eat all day and it's like i can feel that i'm hungry, i understand that the reason my stomach hurts is because it's 4:45 pm and i haven't had anything but coffee today, but i cannot get myself to get up and go downstairs and have something. i bought protein shakes and those have been getting me through the really bad days, but even though they're the brand and flavor i like best when i'm training for long runs (koia vanilla bean and chocolate brownie btw if anyone needs recommendations), they taste like chalk and i have to force them down.

the insidious part is i think i'm doing ok. i get through a work day and maybe, like, do the dishes and say 'hey! look at me, being independent. i'm doing just fine'. and then i walk past the giant pile of stuff i've ordered to try and make myself feel better and haven't even opened. there's a pile of boxes downstairs that i cannot motivate myself to open. i go past it and i go upstairs and i lie down and that's it. the whole afternoon and evening passes and i just stare at my phone trying to keep my mind blank because if i don't i start crying and can't stop.

you can find articles out there that outside of the literal death of a spouse or child, divorce is one of the most stressful events a person can go through. and i fucking believe it. i have never felt this bad for this long in my whole entire life.

i hate feeling like this and it's been worse this weekend than since this whole fucking thing started, i think, and it's so DUMB because we actually got some good news with my mom (along with some bad but that's end-stage cancer for you), so you'd think that would pick me up and help me? you'd think i could have used these days to do some of the things i need to do, like actually putting my clothes in the dresser i finally bought? but no. i've spent basically since friday night getting out of my bed long enough to take daisy to do her business when she needs to go and use the bathroom myself, and that's...it, basically.

this is so stupid. there are so many worse things in life than this, so many people who are going through really bad shit, but all i can do is sit here and thing about how fucking worthless and thrown-away i feel. how pointless. like i'm a piece of trash that just can be discarded when someone's done using it up.

i don't even miss him. right? like i don't. he was bad for me. but holy shit.

#personal #this is so fucking whiny #i'm so angry at myself for not doing something but i CAN'T #i thought this would make me feel better but it's just made me feel even more pathetic #and i know what i should be doing but i just. can't. i can't do it! i can't do anything!

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finallyfreetobemee · 1 year

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So I've recently escaped from a very controlling and abusive relationship. I kicked him out almost 2 months ago. We have a 6 month old son. At the beginning of our 2 and a half year relationship I purchased a miniature pinscher Chihuahua puppy, Mylo, who soon became my ESA as I struggle with some mental health and PTSD from past abusive relationships. Its been my whole life since 14 years old, every relationship had some sort of abuse, control, jealousy. Well this one was REALLY BAD. By far, top of the list, #1 the most TOXIC, CONTROLLING, all around WORST relationship, even now at 39 years old. I have a 14 year old daughter with someone else, and our 6 month old son. Since I've kicked him out, he has not once called to see how the baby is doing. Up until 4-5 days ago, I was still allowing him to come to my home, take Mylo (my dog) for a walk or a few hours , but all for a price. He now denies the baby, wants a paternity test (by all means, go right ahead. Please do) Not once did I ever cheat on this man. I couldn't go downstairs and outside for a cigarette by myself because he thought I was messing around with the neighbour boy. I DONT EVEN KNOW THE KIDS NAME!! but I couldn't go out for a cigarette let alone find the time to go make a baby with someone else. (Mind you, I have since switched to a vape and quit smoking cigarettes lol) Anyhow, I have 26 voicemails of screaming yelling and threats for visitation for the DOG, not the baby, the DOG. Family and Children's Services has been contacted and he is not allowed access to the baby unsupervised or in my home. So, I was still allowing him to come by and take the dog, but I was still being physically, verbally, mentally abused, up until 4 days ago when he grabbed my cell phone and left my building with it, came back yelling at my bathroom window a few minutes later and threw it at me at the window. I went downstairs and outside to try and find my phone and he seen me in the parking lot and he came after me pushing me around, scrapping my arms and legs up, wrestling me to try and find my phone first which I DID find on the roof where I had to climb out my bathroom window and retrieve. But my whole reason for this brief but kinda thorough explanation is because I've never had a blog but I LOVE to write. So I'm not sure what I'm supposed to write about or even what really I'm supposed to do with a blog. So Ive decided to maybe start with some things (poems, short journal entries) that I have previously written and I thought I would give a quick briefing on the situation and what exactly I'm writing and talking about so then if someone does end up reading my blog (which mind you I don't have to high expectations of cuz like I said I'm not even really sure if I'm doing this right or if anyone is even interested in anything I have to say) anyways, which is okay if there's not, I just enjoy writing and it's my stress outlet and just being able to write is satisfying enough for me) then they know what I'm talking about. But anyways. If anyone IS reading this right now, thanks for taking the time to listen to a very VERY small piece of my very VERY long journey of relationship experience. Really, thank you.

Brooke

#abusiveness #abusiveboyfriend #finally free #taking back control #Spotify

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purplesurveys · 9 months

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1794

What was the year/make/model of the last car you drove? I've still got my trusty Mitsubishi Mirage with me. Had it since college and I plan on using it for as long as it can.

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celcius)? Nopes, the lowest I've experienced was something like 9ºC in Fukuoka, which made me really cranky really fast lol.

What was the last thing you used your phone for, besides calling/texting? I picked a video to play in the background as I take this.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? Overwhelmingly female. We only have a handful of guys.

Did you enjoy high school? Enough that I would generally look back on high school with fondness – the sooner I stopped giving a fuck about the rules (considering I went to Catholic school) and the sooner I stopped trying to get teachers to like me, the quicker I was able to enjoy my time tbh.

What's an unusual food combination you like? I used to make sandwiches out of the Milo milk powder, but I never do that anymore because it only reminds me of days we barely had food in the pantry.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Apart from showing up downstairs for the (very) occasional dinner, this without a doubt goes to that stretch from September to December four years ago when I was going through the big B word. The only reason that streak got broken is Angela and Hans dropped by for a surprise visit a few days after Christmas to check up on me.

Have you ever lived in a studio apartment? I have not.

Did your parents allow you to drink soda when you were a kid? I assume they did, I just never liked it to begin with so they never had to worry about their kid getting addicted to soda.

Do you always check the prices of things when you buy groceries? Sure.

Do you like gyoza? I don't. It has a certain note to it (chives??) that I find unpleasant and I can never finish even just one piece.

Have you ever been in a situation where you needed a lawyer? I try not to put myself in situations like that precisely so that I'd never have to require a lawyer.

Do you use Instagram? If so, what's your current profile pic? I do; and it's me sitting next to the RM standee at the BTS pop-up store when I was in Bangkok.

Did you ever go through an emo or goth phase? Nah. I was a fan of Paramore from very early on but that was all there was to it but the whole emo phase didn't necessarily resonate with me.

What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? I see why it works and I also see why it can be a sign of bad parenting but it's hard to give an opinion on this without sounding like an asshole because I've never been a parent and I don't know how to handle kids.

Do you get regular check-ups with your doctor? No. The only kind of doctor I visit kind of regularly is my dentist and that's because I need to get my braces readjusted monthly.

What was the last thing you felt apprehensive about? I was outfit-shopping for the Seventeen concert earlier and there were a few items I was on the fence about, when I was still in the middle of narrowing down my top choices.

How many nights per week do you cook dinner at home vs. going out to eat? So I don't cook, but my parents prep dinner nightly. If I'm already outside all day due to work, that's really the only time I let myself decide if I want to eat out or just have whatever's at home.

What's a trend you've seen recently that you thought was really dumb? AI edits. I feel like that has brought out the worst in some people, lol. I've unfortunately seen AI Tiktoks of a pregnant Jungkook and it's like?????? WHy?????? That makes some people happy??????

Do you know anyone who has been evicted? Nope.

When did you last wash your sheets and pillowcases? A couple of weeks ago.

Have you kissed more than 10 people in the past 10 years? No.

Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Yeah, there was one time during my college internship when this happened. The rain wasn't fucking around that evening, and I didn't have an umbrella, and it didn't help that there were zero routes to my destination that had some sort of and any kind of, shelter. Needless to say I was soaked and I wasn't very happy about that.

Did you leave the house before 10 AM yesterday? I did. I had a shoot in Batangas so I had to wake up very early.

What's your favorite macaron flavor? Chocolate works super well in macarons. I generally like all kinds of macarons; the only time I'd avoid it is if it had a fruit filling.

How often do you have friends over to your house? Only once every few months, and really only whenever there's like a BTS thing that we want to watch together. My house is super out of the way in all my friend groups so when we want to meet up we usually do so at a mall/bar; or, if at someone's house, wherever is the most middle point for all of us.

Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? Not a boss in my team, but I've heard of an instance. It was so grave that it got the entire team fired.

How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? Once - the Hyatt in Malaysia. My family's been increasingly pivoting to Airbnbs now.

What kind of technological advancements do you expect there to be 100 years from now? AI to be more helpful and useful than it already is right now.

Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? I haven't. Too scary to think about haha.

What about a flip off of a diving board? Nopes. I don't even know how to dive; the idea of hitting the water headfirst gives me the creeps lol.

What was the last hot beverage you had? Hot chocolate.

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