#//yes i know this song doesn't exist yet oh well~

[siriuslysapphicmoony]

First dance — word count: 809

tw: references to period typical homophobia

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius is the person who cries the most at the Potters’ wedding. More than Euphemia, more than Lily’s mum, more than Mary, even more than James.

And yes, it’s because they're perfect for each other, it's because they're so happy they're glowing, it's because there’s a war going on and this is a very much needed reminder that good things exist as well.

Sirius is sobbing because of all of that, but there's also the other reason. The one he can't even fathom saying out loud.

See, the moment his sobs are at their worst is not when his sight is on the happy couple. Sirius sobs the hardest each time his gaze finds Remus.

It's a kind of sorrow that is hard to describe, that one can only understand if they experience it themselves.

It's that excruciating, all consuming longing, of craving the same thing for himself and the person that is currently sniffing at his side, trying his hardest to hold back tears.

It's that harrowing, loud void that had taken place in his chest the moment he had realised (when James had proposed to Lily) that the only reason he had ever thought he hated the mere concept of marriage had been because of what it meant for his family. It's the sudden, startling realisation that he would absolutely love the idea of marriage if it was something he could have with the person currently standing by his side.

“Do not despair, sweetheart. He's just getting married, you're still his platonic soulmate.”

Remus’ joking attempt at soothing him sends him over the edge all over again and more sobs break through.

Great, now all those attending the wedding will know he's not as badass as he wants them to believe. How is he ever going to survive that?

“‘s not that,” he mumbles anyway between sniffs.

He feels Remus’ hand graze softly against his. Sirius grabs it like an anchor. Not caring about who might see, what might they think. He doesn't care. There's so much he isn't allowed. He at least gets to have this.

By the time the first dance comes around, Sirius has recovered just enough. He has fixed his eyeliner and he's determined not to cry anymore.

Then James and Lily step on the dancefloor, they swirl to their favourite song and Sirius is once again ruined.

He can't help the sob that escapes him. The unreasonable grief where there should only be joy for his friends.

His mind goes miles away. He imagines himself slow dancing with Remus, at their own wedding, at their own first dance, surrounded by their friends and families, celebrating their love. And he wants it. He craves it. Oh, he so desperately wants it.

Remus is at his side once again and this time he's the one silently reaching out, subtly embracing him, surely thinking he can pass it off as a friendly embrace.

“Are you alright, love?” he asks in his deep, concerned voice.

Sirius considers lying, but opts for the truth. He shakes his head meekly, another sob shaking him.

“I want this, Remus,” he confesses. “I hadn't fully realised it until today, but I want this. All of this. Marriage, a house, kids. I want the whole deal.”

Remus frowns a bit. “What are you saying…?” And damn, he looks scared now. He thinks Sirius wants to leave him for a traditional marriage.

“No, silly,” he sobs once more, a breathy laugh escaping him at the absurdity, a sad smile on his lips. “I don't mean it like that. I want it with you, but we aren't allowed and it's bloody destroying me.”

“Oh.”

It's almost comical to see all of the emotions that go through Remus' face. It goes from surprise, to adoration, to sadness and everything in between.

“I love you so much, Sirius,” he vows, gaze focused on him, the rest of the world forgotten. “Me too,” is what he says next. “I also want it all. With you.”

And that's the saddest thing, isn't it? They want the same thing for each other and yet they live in a world that won't let them have it. It's a crushing realisation. Discovering something you've known all along, but have never fully realised the whole weight of it, just how much it defines your life, that something someone has arbitrarily decided long ago has the power to determine the whole course of your lives. It's painful, it's unfair, it's soul-sucking, it's enraging, it's rubbish.

For how powerful his magic is, he feels completely powerless in front of the way the rest of the world sees their love. All he can do is hold on to Remus and silently promise himself that he'll do everything in his power to get them what so many couples have the luxury of taking for granted.

[call-me-liquid]

Tw: Heavy topic discussion ahead.

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So I have suffered with suicidal ideation for the majority of my life. As long as I can remember-- even when I was a child to some extent.

Despite current awareness of mental health issues, honestly, I don't think we have as a society really resolved yet how to earnestly address the issue. I don't blame people for not knowing what to say to suicidal people or just defaulting to the whole "oh I'm sorry, you're not alone, blah blah blah" song and dance. I get they don't know what to say, but.

The issue with being always suicidal is that it's kinda a bitch to figure out how to just live with? You don't want to worry people, or emotionally burden them, you dont want them walking on eggshells around you forever because they think at any moment they could accidentally push you over the edge. Because the conversation around suicidal ideation is so focused on NOT being suicidal anymore, it functionally silences people in a well-meaning, but still harmful way.

Like, let ol' uncle Eldritch affirm for anyone reading this right now: it's OKAY to be suicidal. Not okay as in, indulge the urge. But suicidal ideation is a mental health concern like any other. It's not your fault, and stressing yourself out that you feel this way will do you no good. Accepting a feeling is not the same as acting on it.

For most people the feeling is temporary, but the reality is for some of us it's not. The feeling might be more intense sometimes than others, but it's okay if they're always there. Strange thing to say, I know, but you don't owe anyone happiness. You don't owe anyone self-contentment. Yes, we all want those things, but getting upset with yourself that you haven't achieved that beyond healthy degrees is a vicious cycle that will only make you more miserable.

There's a difference between treating negative emotions as an undesirable outcome, and treating them as if they're a mistake. As if they're not often enough a logical outcome to many of life's challenges, especially these days.

Counterintuitive, I know, but accepting that someday I might lose the battle with my own suicidal ideation probably saved my life at several low points. Something I've had to reaffirm within myself several times over my life. And something it's been very hard to get other people to understand.

The problem may be bad, but it's almost always the stigma that makes it dire.

I'm not going to pretend there isn't some degree of a grain of truth to the idea that some people use suicidal intent to get attention, but that's a gross and misleading oversimplification of the issue. Some people have no suicidal intent, but use it as a means of manipulating others. I'd say those types of people are rarer than you might imagine, but yes, they exist. I'd say the majority of people, especially the ones who express the thought over and over again, just don't know what to do with their feelings. They're looking for an outlet, an explanation, validation, solidarity-- something. They're looking to not feel so isolated anymore, having feelings they know they "shouldn't be having." As stated above, our society still doesn't accept the feelings as acceptable even if we've moved the dial on the topic, and they're feeling shame and frustration that they just can't quite move past that.

I don't want to speak for everyone but I do believe I'm very much not alone on this when I say the phrase "I want to die"/"I'm suicidal" with the same type of intent I say, "I want to sleep," or "I'm hungry." I'd rather be awake and full, but, I'm currently feeling compelled to satisfy the urge to go to bed or eat. I'd rather be alive, however, dying feels like a very tempting offer. Inconveniently, of course, that craving happens to have permanent results. Can't go back to living if/when I have enough spoons to keep going, boo.

That's a very confusing sensation to grapple with-- understanding your life is a finite resource you aren't going to be able to get back, but also, being fucking sick of it. It's hard to know what to do about that-- especially because, again, you aren't ALLOWED to feel that way apparently.

If that feeling can be fixed it should, but some of us don't have that luxury. Some of us are broken in a way you can patch up, but we can never be fully restored to a mint-like condition. We still have value, we still are useful and can be fully realized people, if there was only room for us to be taken as we are and not how people want us.

Outrageously irresponsible and fucked Lily had the balls to give advice on this, if that even has to be said. Rest assured, she's on my "To Haunt" list if I do end up offing myself (in Minecraft.)

[wonuwrites]

ok so you know how in korea friend outings & dates usually consist of rounds, like dinner, then drinks, then taking a walk, then coffee, or whatever else? what do you think svt would do on dates early in the relationship? how many rounds (😏) would they go?

Why did i blush at the innuendo and want to do a MTL for it 😭😭😭 LMAO i got you you.

Warnings: Fluffy, humor(?), tbh idk. Not really read over.

p.s I haven't done this in a while so I'm giving song recomendations that I was listening to in case you wanted new music to listen to while working on the parts <3

x song is playing rn if you were curious lol

ღ S Coups: (Song Note: Biebs will always hit, argue with the wall LOL.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds

Seungcheol would want to get to know you pretty well when you first started dating.

Having said that, the best way to get to know someone would be through quality time.

I could see him planning on a "pregame" date at a cafe then going on a walk then getting something to eat, then maybe another walk?

I can see him giving you his full attention and would genuinely like your company.

He wouldn't want to leave your side but he's a gentleman and wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable especially so soon.

He would def play the date by ear.

ღ Jeonghan: (Song Note: yeah idk but I love this song LMAO.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

Jeonghan is a very go with the flow type of guy so I think similar to Seungcheol he would play it by ear as well.

I think he could also be very shy at beginning of the relationship so he doesn't want to mess anything up with you.

I feel like the rounds would be longer though. I feel like others would have "short" rounds which is why they have more but Jeonghan would take his time with you. (get your mind out of the gutters guys. this is a safe for work, work lmaoooo. yes im blushing too.)

He would have a smile on his face throughout the date though and would really enjoy the date.

ღ Joshua: (Song Note: god dammit I fucking love this song. Say what you want about Ravi but this is literally one of the best songs to exist.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

So, since Jisoo is a LA boy aka American *bald eagle screeches in background* I feel like he would do lower rounds because we don't do that really in the states.

However, I also feel like he could do more rounds as well because he's such a gentleman and if you wanted to go for multiple rounds I feel like he's a yes ma'am thank you ma'am kinda dude.

Plus he's extroverted so he'd be so down to be social longer than other members would be.

Honestly, would just be so whipped the whole time. Probably similar to Jeonghan, his rounds would be longer.

Just expect soft eyes staring at you while you are on your date bc <3333

ღ Jun: (Song Note: this song makes me wanna shake my ass.)

# of rounds: 4-5 rounds

Jun would be similar to Jisoo where he would be like "yes ma'am" and would just be along for the ride.

If you wanted to do drinks, dinner, a walk, a drive, etc he would be down to clown

Would want to be with you no matter what you were doing.

He would be super shy super shy tho. hgahaha.

At first I feel like you would be the one to call the shot for first little bit.

He just likes you a lot and would want to be around you a bit longer than other members.

ღ Hoshi: (Song Note: If you hate this song or don't appreciate this song I don't trust you. This song is just so special.)

# of rounds: forever if he could || 5 rounds max

Look, Soonyoung is peak down bad behavior.

Like throughout the relationship but at the beginning, he would want to be with you constantly.

Not necessarily in a clingy or red flag kind of way ofc.

I could see him being like, "oh (Y/N), the night doesn't have to end just yet."

Shoot, he could turn errands into a date.

Like round 2 would be a convenience store run to get snacks to pregame your dinner date.

He just wanted to get to know you better and loved being around you.

He really felt he could be 'Soonyoung' around you and that was great for him.

ღ Wonwoo: (Song Note: this album was peak and this song is so cunty. I absolutely love it.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds

Wonu seems to be a very 'go with flow' kinda guy from what I've gathered.

However I feel like he would be one of the more 'cautious yet curious' members.

I feel like he would be overthinking everything at first regardless if he wanted to or not.

However, I feel like spending time with people is how he learns more about his feelings which is why I ended up saying "3-4 rounds" instead of what I originally thought with "1-2 rounds."

I feel like he would try to make each of the rounds super memorable though.

ღ Woozi: (Song Note: Psy x Taeyang will always be my roman empire omg.)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

idk about yall but I know the Jihoon being a workaholic narrative is everywhere in the svt fanfiction world and it seems pretty predictable at this point.

Which... yes, I'm putting that narrative out again, I'm sorry LMFAO

This is just to say that due to him being a busy bee makes me see him not having many rounds.

Not because he doesn't want to do a lot but just because it's hard to juggle multiple things.

Also prior to nana tour, he is such a homebody. I think he might miss home.

I think the longer you were together, the more rounds there would be ya know?

ღ DK: (Song Note: Woodie GoChild's "pussy hoe" lives in my mind rent free and I love it LMFAOOO.)

# of rounds: 4-5 rounds

Seokmin is similar to Soonyoung because if he could go forever he would because to him you were good company.

Wouldn't matter what you were doing, he would be laughing with you and smiling wide the WHOLE time.

Expect Karaoke to be a round because this man eats CDs and I'm sure he'd vibe with someone who also eats CDs.

If you are trash at singing, he would still think you were like the Bob Ross of singing LMFAO.

He would be your biggest hype man. <3

He just is so head over heels for you maaaaaaaaaan.

ღ Mingyu: (Song Note: B.A.P deserved better. Literally one of their best b-sides <3333.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds || sometimes all night lol

I feel like Mingyu would be a mix of Joshua, Soonyoung, and Seokmin? (What a combo)

I feel like even a splash of Seungcheol as well because I can see him playing it by ear as well.

I feel like he would only do 3-4 rounds in general but if neither of you would NOT want the night to end you would add rounds that didn't make sense to others but it made sense to you both.

The date would be so carefree and would be an escape from reality for both of you.

Never an awkward moment tbh.

Once you said goodbye when rounds and date were over, I can see him yapping to either Wonwoo or Seokmin ALL about the date.

He'd be giddy af for like 4 business days.

Oh to be able to go on a date with Kim Mingyu...

ღ Minghao: (Song Note: Sik-K's verse is one of the best verses I've ever heard.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

So when I talked about Minghao here, I said he would be flustered by you.

I stand by that still.

I feel like at beginning he would be so shy but so heart eyes during the rounds.

I feel like at first he would want you to call shots because he wanted you to be comfortable. So if you wanted a few rounds, that would be fine with him.

If you wanted more time, that would be even better because it was with you.

ღ Seungkwan: (Song Note: I just love this song.)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

Seungkwan is a busy bee similarly to Jihoon.

I feel like he would want to do more rounds but at the beginning he would be in his head a lot and either prioritize his career or you more

I think his overthinking might be why there are less rounds at the beginning

However as time goes on, there would be more rounds.

Especially when he get more comfortable with you <3

(sorry his is so short. I will come back to it later because idk how else to explain it.)

ღ Vernon: (Song Note: this song is mother idc)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

I feel like Hansol would have less rounds but the frequency of 'dates' would be more often if that makes sense.

Every night could be date night if you were brave enough.

He would be all smiles while you were on your dates.

He would want to get to know you more hence the frequency of dates but also he wouldn't want to scare you away by having you for multiple rounds. At least not yet

He would gain energy back from these dates and he just loved the fact that you agreed to go on dates with him.

ღ Dino: (Song Note: I don't need to explain myself to anyone.)

# of rounds: 5 rounds

Lee Chan is down bad. (not crying at the gym tho. the girls that get it get it.)

He would want to be with you as long as he could so the more rounds the better.

I can see our precious maknae being similar to Mingyu, Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Joshua. again what a combo.

He would be laughing and smiling throughout the date and would do everything to make sure you are also having a good time.

He would look forward to these dates. He'd yap to his members about it too and they would tease him for it hahaha.

It would be cute as shit. <3

[starsonablackboard]

a long-ass unstructured yappin about trod lambert because i really, really love them and i feel like they don't get enough recognition (maybe i just dont see it tho). (im not even putting the read more bar here, you're going with me even if you don't want to)

maybe it's my taste in characters (it's definitely it), but im much more fascinated by them than by narinder. and don't get me wrong, trod narinder is beautifully written, complex, interesting, and just plain fun to read. he's tall dark and handsome ™ emoboy (lovingly), he likes killing things but he also has a dream journal, is patient with kids and remembers that lamb likes red foods best. but you take one look at him and go "oh that cat has some baggage". and you take one look at lambert and go "oh, a goofy sheep". and then this sheep hits you with a moving truck.

like, what do i mean – narinder (im sorry for using you as an opposite example you're the second half of the pairing what can i do) is obviously complex. lambert is subtlety complex, moreover, they're deceivingly simple and they learned to hide their complexity very well. like we're 400k?? words in and we know pretty much nothing about them. their family? their father used to sing a song to them sometimes. what song? did it have lyrics? what situations was it for? how did their father's voice sound? next question. their long term goals, their fears, their nightmares? no. and we're in their pov half the time (and i know that this is intentional because sara has talked about this, about lambs tendencies to deflect and hide themselves behind masks).

i distinctly remember the moment i understood that i will love them as a character – it's when in earlier chapters (before 4th one im pretty sure) narinder hides an axe in his sleeves and lambert takes a look at him and goes "you don't cross your arms often. i don't think you yet realise that you're able to do it again. whatcha hiding in there?" and i was like. oh. they're smart. and im not saying it like i thought they weren't smart before that, im saying that it takes a certain type of attentiveness and skill to notice such small details and to put them together. and they drop that line with a smile and in a silly speaking manner ("watcha") that at that point annoys narinder to no end. yes, they're silly goofy and i love them for it, but this is barely the surface of what they're actually are. (oh and i also really like the fact that their unseriousness and light heartedness isn't a "fake personality", it's just one of the layers sides of their character)

in my native language we have this phrase that translates to "kindness should come with fists/kindness should have fists/whatever" (maybe there's a similar one in english but I've never heard of it) and i think it suits lambert incredibly much. they are kind, i would say radically kind at that. let's be honest the whole "enemies to friends" part of the fic exists and has any chance of existing only because lambert is continuously and stubbornly kind to narinder. he tries to kill them, they bring him food. he bashes their head into the altar, they make him clothes. he curses them again and again, they make sure he doesn't run out of candles. i once mentioned this part to my friend (that knows nothing about cotl and by extension trod but listens to my yapping anyway) and she said something along the lines of "he walks all over them but they continue to love and love and love" and i don't think that's it. lambert is incredibly, sometimes unreasonably kind (and selfishly, where the whole "why do you keep a murderer around" part comes in, but I'll talk about that later), but they have boundaries, their kindness, however generous and forgiving, has limits, and those limits are clear and hard once you reach them. they will never ever let anyone "walk all over" them, even if from the outside it looks like it, they know what they want and what they're willing to tolerate, and when those boundaries are broken they never hesitate to act.

circling back to the selfish kindness part. i love how forgiving bishops' isn't for bishops'sake. it's for theirs. they refuse to let the anger and resentment consume them (im pretty sure sara made a whole comic about this point specifically), they've seen what it does and they will not repeat the mistakes of gods that came before them. the sheer will to live and to live the best life you can in this is also so impressive and important to me – it's one thing to not let your god to sacrifice you, it's another to step your (rightful) anger on the throat no matter how hard it is because you know you won't be happy or even fully your own self if you don't. their mercy isn't a weakness, their kindness isn't an invitation to exploit them. almost all of the things lamber does they do for their own sake first and foremost (yes, even running themselves dry for their cult. they fully understand what they're doing and why – they want those under their care to prosper, and they're willing to do what it takes. the sacrifices they make are stemming from their want. it's different from exhausting yourself just because you were told so).

all this to say that i find them to be such a beautiful blend of things that are usually written as mutually exclusive. they're lighthearted and silly yet complex and smart. they're kind and forgiving yet selfish and incredibly able and willing to stand their ground. they're determined to make their own choices even if to outsiders those choices seem incredibly poor.

they're subversive at every step and they feel so alive and vivid because of that. i love them. thank you bamsara

[cyberwonu]

Can i request svt reaction to their gf having dimples please? Like on both cheeks.

seventeen reaction to their partner having dimples

paring : svt x gn! reader

notes : fluff!

wc : 441

note : hi anon! thank you for being my first ever request!! <3 also i'm so sorry if this isn't good i've literally just started writing so i have no idea what i'm doing lmao .... please tell me how i'm doing! i need feedback lol

EDIT : apparently tumblr deleted all of chans section and i didn't realize until now i am so sorry 😭 it's there now please don't hate me

seungcheol

- would think it's so cute

- you match!!

- would show people all the time by making you smile and smiling next to you

jeonghan

- would poke them when trying to get your attention

- would probably make you a silly nickname based around your dimples or just call you "dimples"

joshua

- thinks they are ADORABLE

- would do anything to see you smile to see your dimples! so he would be silly all the time to make you happy

- gives them lil smooches

jun

- honestly didn't notice them at first

- it took a while for him to realize and then one day he saw them and just ... ????

- "have you always had those?"

- "yes????"

- would also poke them frequently

hoshi

- also thinks it is adorable, literally the cutest thing about you to him

- always touching your face lovingly, so he would love to admire your dimples

- smooches them whenever he can

wonwoo

- doesn't acknowledge them much

- like he knows they exist, but he won't make a big deal about them

- would compliment them when he sees you smile making you smile more

woozi

- would somehow incorporate it into a song, rather one just for him or you or fr the group he doesn't know yet

- thinks of it as one of the most defining features of you

- compares your dimples to his wooahae

minghao

- thinks they fit your face really well

- if you ever felt insecure about them he would tell you they make you, you and show you the beauty of them

mingyu

- would take pictures of you smiling to see your dimples!!!!

- would also give them soft kisses

- would leave notes around with bad doodles of you with your dimples emphasized

dokyeom

- KISSES!!

- so many kisses

- would also do anything to make you smile to make your dimples as prominent as possible

- and since his smile is so contagious you guys would be so smiley together

seungkwan

- would take surprise pictures of you smiling cuz he thinks they make you extra cute

- would edit eyes besides them on pictures to show you they look like little faces

vernon

- also one to not make a big deal about it

- when he saw them for the first time he was just

- "oh.... you're cute" with his own smile

chan

• would poke them and grab your face affectionately, like when you see something cute and you want to squeeze it... yeah that's him with your face sometimes

• i don't think he would be very into pda so most of his affection would be in private but he would always smile and compliment your dimples whenever he could!!!

- would poke them and grab your face affectionately like when you see something cute and you want to squeeze it... yeah that's him with your face sometimes

- i don't think he would be very into pda so most of his affection would be in private but he would always smile and compliment your dimples whenever he could!

[mytalemyworld]

Cihan: You look devastated. It's because I knew this was what was going to happen to you... I guessed so and didn't want to tell you. I especially didn't tell you. Alya: How can you do this? How can you do this for real? Tell me too. How can you do it? Cihan: What is it?

His heart stopped working for a while, lol. He probably thought she was asking "how can you do this (to me)" and he was like, no, no, no, no... Then after having heard "tell me too" he got confused…

Alya: How can you stay so strong like this? Cihan: Do I look so?

My dear, he cried buckets when he first heard it, it's not only you. But he's an iceberg, he chose to cry alone, maybe you will see it one day.

She didn't mean a general pain here. (Oh gosh, they even have to rate the pains now) This was so traumatic and she tried to say that: why didn't you protest, how could you protect your mental health?

Alya: I don't know what to think about you anymore. I don't know if I should pity or hate you…or get angry at you or feel sorry for you… You live a life that doesn't belong to you at all as if it were your own. How can you do it? What is it that really belongs to you, what makes you survive like this? What was that for you? Was there anything? I should say all of these to myself now, right? I am like this as well. Officially. I, too, have started living a life that doesn't belong to me with you.

They're truly so heartbreaking.

She said "survive", this is what he is doing exactly. He doesn't live, he just survives and exists. And she's slowly losing her path too, realizing she is no different than him. She might be a mother but this is about herself, her soul.

There is a Yalın song which says "I put my joys in front of me and realized all is you."

They will be his only joy and the reason he wants to live his own life with them. They already make him feel alive.

That's why I think if he truly loses them one day, he will lose all his hope and happiness as well. Not having any hope is one thing, losing it after you think you have is another thing. The latter is more cruel.

As for her, she is actually stronger than she thinks. Her adoption story seems like a real battle for her, so she really cares about belonging somewhere. And he's slowly giving that security and will give "love" to her.

Alya: I understand you now. I understand very well why you insisted on this marriage so much. But Cihan, this is madness. So ridiculous. Boran's will doesn't make sense at all. We can't do it. We can't keep doing it. You get it, right? You know, you realize it, too, right? Please, let's end it. Cihan: End what? Alya: The marriage.

This is so interesting. He was listening to her carefully, it was not possible that he didn't understand what she meant and yet he still asked what they should end.

This marriage doesn't seem to an obligation to him anymore. He already sees them as his family, like, they are safe there, so why do they need to divorce? Yes, it started that way, he didn't want that to happen either, he thought he could protect them from Turkiye, and she could find a safe country to live in but he doesn't see any other way now. He doesn't want her to leave, that legal bond might be weak but still counts, gives him some relief. Or he deceives himself thinking this way.

He's so screwed.

SHE KILLED ME HERE.

This couple is giving the peak level of angst.

[rxmqnova]

The song pt. 2

Y/N: 26 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Hey, babe" Y/N smiles, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek and sitting down a chair next to her.

It's been a few months since the two started dating and both girls are really happy. Y/N would have never thought that being in a relationship can actually be that nice.

"Oh. Hi. I was wondering when you'd show up" Lizzie smiles, placing a drink she's already ordered for her girl in front of Y/N.

"Thank you" Y/N smiles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's lips.

"There you two are" Scarlett smiles, approaching the pair.

"Scarly" Y/N smiles widely, wrapping her arms around her older cousin and hugging her tightly.

Y/N has been visiting Lizzie on the set lately and she really got on well with everyone from the Avengers cast. That's why most of them went out to the karaoke bar tonight.

"Let's go you two. Everyone's been waiting for you" Scarlett smiles, gesturing for the pair to follow her.

The three join the rest at the table and immediately join their talk. The conversation goes on and on until Robert encourages everyone to actually sing some karaoke which everyone agrees on in the end.

They decide to sing in pairs as it would take hours to sing one by one by the fact how many people is there. Right now are Scarlett and Chris singing, Y/N and Lizzie are supposed to sing right after them.

"I'll bring us some drinks, I'll be right back" Lizzie tells her girlfriend with a smile, already turning around and walking away.

"Okay, but hurry up! We're next!" Y/N calls after the brunette, receiving a 'yes' back.

The duet is slowly coming to an end and Lizzie hasn't returned yet which is leaving Y/N quite nervous as it's been a while.

"Alright, Y/N. It's yours and Lizzie's turn now" Robert informs as soon as the duet ends.

"Mhm" Y/N nods, looking around to spot her girlfriend only to see her laughing with some guy at the bar.

This is the first real relationship Y/N has ever had, so now the girl has no idea what to do, especially when she feels something she's felt only once when she thought that Lizzie and Aubrey had a thing… jealousy.

Should she go for her girlfriend and risk the feeling will take control of her which will only result into a fight? Or should she just let it be and hope Lizzie would never do anything to hurt her?

"Y/N/N, you okay?" Scarlett asks, noticing how tense her cousin is.

"Y-Yeah. Lizzie and I will go later. You guys can go" Y/N says, handing Hailee and Florence the microphones before turning back around and watching her girlfriend with that guy.

"What's wrong?" Scarlett asks, putting her hand on Y/N's back and rubbing it to help her cousin relax.

"Why is she laughing with that guy, Scar?" Y/N sighs, resting her head on Scarlett's shoulder.

"I don't know, honey. I'm sure he's just a friend. Lizzie wouldn't do anything to hurt you. She'd have to deal with me if she did" Scarlett says, making Y/N let out a little laugh. You don't want to mess with Scarlett.

———

Four more songs have been sung and Lizzie still hasn't come back. Y/N's just been nervously watching her girlfriend, her leg bouncing while Scarlett's been trying to comfort her younger cousin.

"This is stupid. I'm gonna head home" Y/N sighs, picking up her purse.

"Are you sure?" Scarlett asks, worried about what could her cousin do.

"Yeah. I'm tired anyway. See you later" Y/N smiles, giving Scarlett one last hug before disappearing.

While Y/N's on her way home, Lizzie says goodbye to her old friend and goes back to everyone.

"Where's Y/N?" Lizzie asks confused, not seeing her girlfriend anywhere.

"She left a few minutes ago" Scarlett answer with a neutral face impression, making Lizzie confused.

"Why?"

"Liz, this is Y/N's first ever real relationship and she looks really happy. I really don't want her to go back to her one night stands and to thinking that love just doesn't exist" Scarlett sighs.

"Me neither. Why are you telling this to me?" Lizzie asks, furrowing her brows in confusion.

"She saw you laughing with that guy and it really made her upset. It's still all quite new to her, so I think she panicked and just went home" Scarlett sighs again, thinking whether or not should she take her stuff and go to check up on her cousin.

"It was just an old friend. We used to go to high school together and haven't seen for ages. I-I'm gonna go check up on her" Lizzie decides, taking her purse and disappearing just like Y/N did just a few minutes ago.

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This situation brought an inspiration to the singer. She's now all changed, sitting on her bed with a guitar in her arms and a notebook in front of her.

While Y/N is writing a song, Lizzie is on her way to her girlfriend's house, a bottle of wine and food from Y/N's favorite restaurant in her hands.

Lizzie uses the spare key, Y/N has given to hear, immediately hearing her girlfriend singing and playing the guitar. As quietly as possible, Lizzie walks upstairs, listening to the lyrics of Y/N's song and actually feeling a bit bad for making Y/N feel this way.

"Dinner delivery" Lizzie smiles, lifting the wine and dinner she has in her hands after Y/N stops singing.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asks, avoiding eye-contact with her girlfriend.

"Well, I thought we could have a nice evening when you disappeared from the bar" Lizzie explains, putting the dinner on the table Y/N has in her bedroom and sitting down on the bed next to her girlfriend.

"Why so? That guy seemed more fun than I am" Y/N says, jealousy in her voice.

"Is that jealousy I'm hearing, babe?" Lizzie teases on which Y/N rolls her eyes and looks away. "He was just an old friend, Y/N. We haven't seen each other since high school. I would never do anything to hurt you and I'm sorry you were waiting for me, so we could sing the duet" Lizzie sighs, placing her hand on Y/N's.

"I'm sorry too. I overreacted. I should have asked you first. I just… I've never really been in love before and I panicked when I saw you with him" Y/N sighs, locking her eyes with Lizzie's who gives her a warm smile. "I love you, Lizzie"

"I love you too, Y/N"

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I got a request to write a part 2, so here it is &lt;;33

Part 2 to Loyal is coming up next <33 and I'm finishing part 2 to The youngest Maximoff <33

I'm also working on all the requests I got &lt;;33

Anyway, I got 3 new tattoos today!! And one of them is inspired by Taylor &lt;33

Part 1

Series masterlist

Masterlist

[wormdebut]

!!!!! 6 for the wrapped blurb? A way to honor the song that didn't quite make it 🕯🖤

Hi there Vec! Six on my Spotify Wrapped was You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence. This one was actually super difficult for me to figure out, but We did it! Enjoy!

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It's your heart that's beating inside that keeps us alive.

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"Hey, Steve?" Eddie whispers, from his hospital bed and Steve freezes. He was headed out for the night. He wonders if Eddie remembers.

'Hey Steve--Make him pay.'

He's got to right? Steve hasn't stopped remembering it.

Steve whips his head around--no he's not eager to keep talking to Eddie. Leave him alone.

Eddie smiles. It's a small thing, but its been a week and half since--everything. Steve has thought about a lot of things. He's talked to Robin about a lot of things. It's been a week and a half since Steve Harrington carried Eddie Munson out of the upside down, hanging on by a fucking thread.

It's been two days since he opened his (very pretty) eyes and Steve is struggling.

Steve inhales, letting out a quick, "Yeah?"

That soft smile on Eddie's face, grows. He's still healing, but it's good to see him smiling. "I'm glad you made it out okay, Harrington."

Steve doesn't love that. Simply because, he's about to walk out of here, on two working legs. He's about to walk out of here, and go to his big as hell, empty fucking mansion and Eddie is lying in a hospital bed, with tubes all over his body, hooked to far too many electrical devices and Eddie is telling Steve that he's glad he's alright.

And yet-- "I'm glad you made it out okay too, Munson." Steve returns Eddie's smile.

Eddie cocks his head. "I'll see you soon?"

'I'll be back tomorrow', Steve thinks. He doesn't say that though. He just nods his head once. "Yeah, Eds. I'll see you soon."

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Things are fine. Eddie keeps coming over to Steve's house--of course he does. Steve keeps inviting him. Steve just can't get over the fact that Eddie keeps saying yes.

They're doing what they usually do, these days, lounging by the pool--absolutely not swimming, thank you very much--smoking weed and just existing.

Steve is quite happy with the way things are going. He just wishes he could fucking say something. Anything.

Eddie pulls him out of his thoughts.

"Does it ever get any better?" Eddie asks and Steve raises an eyebrow. Eddie continues, "Living with knowing? Knowing that there's a real actual hell just--underneath our fucking feet? Knowing that people are as evil and twisted as I always thought they were? Knowing that the people of Hawkins are safe because of a bunch of teenage nerds? Does it--" Eddie pauses, turning his stupid (very pretty) wide eyes up to meet Steve's "--ever start making sense?"

Steve stares back into Eddie's eyes for a minute--he is high, leave him alone--before shaking his head.

"Better? No, I don't really think so--but, you have people who know what you do. You have people who went through what you went through. We stick together. Does it get any better? I don't really think so--but, it does get easier."

Eddie's face goes soft, his smile is that sweet thing again and it makes Steve's heart, ache. "Having you makes it easier I think."

Steve feels the color that rushes to his cheeks. "Yeah, well--you've got me."

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He's going to go insane. It's been three months and things with Eddie are fine. They are fine, and nothing is changing and--well--except for--okay…so maybe they--Look. Listen. Eddie is a tactile guy and Steve does not mind. Maybe they cuddle on Steve's dumb couch everyone in a dumb while, but that's--Eddie isn't making any moves, and Steve doesn't know if he should--and--

And and and--

"Rob, I don't know what to do." Steve whines over the phone line.

"Oh my god Steve. I leave for the weekend. The weekend, Steven Augustus." She sighs. She has to go pulling out the pretentious middle name. Cool. Great. "Just--" she sighs, "just talk to him--or--"

"Or what Robin Evangeline?" Steve fights back. Robin has a pretentious middle name too.

Robin scoffs. "Okay, first of all? That's fuckin' rude. Point B? Just--I dunno--kiss him about it or something."

Steve laughs--cackles really. "Oh yeah, I'll just kiss him real quick and it should fix everything right?"

Robin sighs. "I don't know Steve. You only live once--and honestly? The fact that you and Eddie for that matter are still breathing is pretty fucking phenomenal and--You just--you--life is too short to worry about the what ifs. Talk to him, kiss him, fuck him. I don't care. Just--do something about it."

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Steve watches as Eddie slings his jacket over his shoulders. He's just gonna let him walk out of his house again.

"Hey, Eddie?" Steve breathes. Eddie turns, that soft smile--the smile Steve thinks is maybe meant for him--on his plush lips.

Steve takes a breath and then grabs Eddie's arm, pulling them chest to chest. He almost loses his cool when they lock eyes. Eddie's are wide and searching.

Steve is done searching he knows what he wants. He leans forward, crashing his lips to Eddies.

Eddie kisses back.

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You only live once, so just go fucking nuts!

[summers-art]

washing machine heart seems so perfect for them honestly

🎵Song #8 Washing Machine Heart by Mitski 🎵[Full playlist]

EHEHEHE THANK YOU! I knew I wanted a Mitski song on there and I'm so glad I found this one because yessss, to me it is just *chef kiss* for them. It also has a rly nice transition to #9 Supermassive Black Hole, absolutely love the beat of Washing machine heart getting all distorted in the end of the song and how it flows so well into the electrical guitar riff and rock drumbeat from Supermassive black hole with it's darker tone, HEHE very happy with that one 🫶🩷

Story wise it's a fun transition too. Like at this point they are kind of assumed to be an item, going steady or whatever people call it these days. But like the prev song, #7 Do you think we'll last forever? the seeds of "something aint right here 🤔🙁" is planted with a hint of that obsession and whirlwind of emotions. Then here there is a lot of things to unpack with Metals jealousy over Sonic and that whole identity crisis, which only gets worse in the upcoming songs.

Like, for this relationship to truly work there is a lot of issues that has to be grappled with but uh oh we haven't had the time to unpack all of that yet, so ermm... oops!!! 😅don't worry about it 💔

LYRICAL BREAK DOWN BELOW 👇

Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart Baby, bang it up inside

I've never fucking used a washing machine to clean shoes, is that like an American thing or something... idk. But it clearly reads to me like a metaphor about ones past/baggage and to just dump it onto your new partner like- Yea? Those muddy dirty shoes she's worn for so long? The shoes she's spent running around and chasing after Sonic for all those years? Toss those shoes into your washing machine heart??? I mean sure- if you insist 🩷

Also obligatory pointing at the machine lyrics for the robot. Low hanging fruit for analyzing but I have to point it out each time bc it is never not relevant. Metals chest is suppose to be a jet engine but like... it doesn't look too far off from a washing machine drum... have you heard those things as the program is close to finishing?? All the ones I've used in communal shared spaces always sounds like they are about to take off into the space. They might as well be jet engines

I'm not wearing my usual lipstick I thought maybe we would kiss tonight

The transgirl Metal agenda and propaganda continues. Congratulations on the gender girlie I'm so happy for you 🏳️‍⚧️

Idk how you use lipstick without a mouth but I believe in you. I also do prefer a more butch lesbian Metal so lipstick wouldn't be apart of her gender presentation there either buuut, I love all Metals including the femme ones. And even with my own HC I don't see it as out of the picture to present more femme at the start of a transitioning journey as part of experimenting with it before finding what feels the best :] peace and love ✌️

Baby will you kiss me already and Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart? Baby, bang it up inside

Damn girl, eager are we? Doesn't even care if it hurts or gets damaged in the process haha, what is self preservation anyway? This def makes me think about the previous song and how the obsession takes root. It would be fun to break down that one as well esp with lines like: "(Do you think we'll last forever?) / No pressure though, you just tell me, "Yes" or "No"" and "Tell me that you want me 'cause I got to admit / If you're with someone else, I don't think I could exist" like OKAY!!! This is, completely fine. Very healthy mindset. 10/10 no notes 👍 (JOKE)

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

OOP, there it is. The line that makes my brain and heart go 💥💥💥

MAN, punches the wall, I don't think Amy would ever purposefully ""replace"" Sonic with Metal Sonic. Can you even call it a rebound if I don't think she was ever really dating him to begin with, LMAO. I do think it is hilarious to pair her up with most of his rivals though like, dang Sonic look who stole your girl cause you didn't give her a chance, serves u right 😘💅

But more seriously tho I think she obviously values her friendship with Sonic a lot and wouldn't try and get back at him or use someone else to get over her crush on him. NOT INTENTIONALLY AT LEAST- (aint that a fun internal feeling of shame/guilt to be plagued with) but I can't blame Metal for having that anxiety, especially not when you are programmed to literally think you are that guy and people just decided to see your inferior copy as the real one who is so easily adored and loved and a hero like... wtf..... so fucked up (I love it) 💔

Do mi ti Why not me? Why not me?

SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP- 😭😭😭OGHGOHGOH

IT IS YOU METAL!! YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED TOO FOR WHO YOU ARE- A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT AND SEPARATE INDIVIDUAL FROM WHAT THAT EVIL EGG INSTALLED IN YOU TO THINK YOU ARE, AUUGHGH 💥💔💥💔💥

I need Amy to shake this hunk of junk around and tell her over and over again that she loves Metal and not Sonic. And I need Metal to actually BELIEVE IT when she says that. Sniffs, sobs, this is fine. It's fine....... I am okay......................... (turns to dust) 💨

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

I've had a horrible three days but now that Shakespeare is temporarily done with ruining my life, I can finally go watch the aftermath of Molan and Lin Qinshuang digging their own graves. This is the most satisfying part of the show so far but IRL bullshit just won't let me seeeeeee 😭

***

The two of you have ruined your lives so thoroughly but you just don't realise it yet 😕

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You stupid child.

You have accumulated so much grudge and resentment here. You don't know your limits but you fucked around and I suspect you will be finding out soon.

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Delusional.

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Ah, yes, but it was Concubine Wei that died. It did not affect him personally because he cares about nothing except his own dick and ego so it was easy to sweep it under the rug.

This time, the damage was to him. You are done for.

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Oh, you stupid woman. Nobody will fall for that now.

You have sorely overestimated yourself.

***

Oh, Jesus.

She still doesn't understand what she's done.

First of all, Lin Qinshuang is a servant in this house. She has no rights or freedoms and Wang Ruofu will be out for blood. There is no chance she would just let her get out and go live happily ever after somewhere else. Second, Molan doesn't seem to understand that she will have no standing in her new home. None whatsoever. Zero. She personally has no money, no connections and her in-laws resent her already. They will not move a finger for Lin Qinshuang after her shameless scheming forced their hand like this.

They are both screwed.

***

This wedding has all the cheer of a funeral.

But then again, it may as well be one.

***

Oh, shut up with "Darling Hong" already 🙄

I know I should be feeling sorry for Lin Qinshuang but she has been so vile and so obnoxious and has done all this to herself, so empathy is super hard to come by.

***

Cold 😬

All of Molan's and Lin Qinshuang's wrongs not withstanding, I still believe that he is still primarily to blame for all this.

***

Well. She is now firmly in the Finding Out stage of Fucking Around.

The thing that strikes me about Lin Qinshuang is that she was definitely very capable of scheming and manipulating within the back courtyard, but she thought that the same rules applied to the outside world and that she could get away with her bullshit on a larger scale too. She is about to find out just how wrong she was.

***

Wait, is he actually going to kill her?

***

You fucking piece of shit. When do we get to kill you?

Yeah, she was evil and yeah, she did what she did, BUT YOU ARE JUST AS RESPONSIBLE, IF NOT EVEN MORE, FOR ENABLING HER TO DO IT. He did not care until it came back to personally bite him in the ass. Who cares about some dead woman and her baby? Who cares about a neglected and mistreated daughter? All the injustice and unfairness? As long as he is comfortable and getting his dick wet, he is just fine with turning a blind eye!

This is exactly my problem with Song Qiutong in 2ha. Yeah, she's a vile person and yeah, she has blood on her hands. But Mo Ran is the one who let her, who gave her the power to murder and abuse. Plus, yes, she may have been the one to betray the Rufeng Sect, but he's still the one who razed it to the ground. Who is he to pass judgment upon her?

***

Oh, so he didn't kill her?

But, yeah, her life of luxury is over. She is in for a very miserable existence. Molan will not be able to get her out despite her best intentions because she doesn't even realise yet how she herself is also screwed. And Changfeng is also incompetent. She is done for.

***

Yeah, I knew that the servants who aided and abetted Molan were not getting out of this alive.

I still don't understand how they even agreed to do something so stupid, they must have known it would not end well for them once this was discovered. Such a huge risk and I'd be surprised if all servants didn't already know just how disposable they are to their masters. But maybe they didn't have a choice? Would going behind Lin Qinshuang's back and reporting her have saved their lives? Or would they still have been caned to death just to shut them up?

***

Good job, Minglan!

I'm not sure your mother would be proud, but I certainly am!

***

Ah. Just like she didn't get a doctor for Madam Wei.

[my-own-walker]

what difference does it make?

THIS GIF I JUST. BRRRRRRRR. MAKES MY PEA BRAIN GO BRRRR.

summary: ghost bf tate and y/n find comfort in each other in this fucked up world. (y/n doesn't know he's dead yet. violet doesn't exist, obv). this story is based loosely on the song 'what difference does it make?' by the smiths. felt fitting.

warnings: tate langdon x fem!reader, heavy angst, mentions of sh, murder, and harm.

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Tate's POV

The devil will find work for idle hands to do.

'I'm sorry I can't be who you need me to be. All I can do is be here,' I cried. Screwing my eyes shut and balling my fists, I began to sob.

I couldn't take it anymore. The women of this house. The things they required of me. I didn't want to be evil. I didn't want to do what I was doing. I was so confused. So lost.

I would be overcome by this feeling. This white-hot sensation would sear through my brain, stealing my vision and making my knees weak. The next thing I knew, I would be back where I started. Minutes, sometimes hours later. Tears in my eyes.

I stole and I lied, and why? Because you asked me to!

I would hear of the awful things I'd done through the voices around me. The other people that were trapped here would sing my praises for killing, murdering, stealing, whatever. Sometimes I would wake up from the fits in the middle of my horrible acts. Looking down and seeing pools of red and faces in agony. I didn't do this. I would think. But now I know it was me. It was all my fault.

Why me? Why do I have to ruin the lives of the people around me? I just want to be a good person. I'm only 17. A kid.

For we have been through hell and high tide / I can surely rely on you

She moved into the house. She was the only salvation I had. Her love for me proved to me that I wasn't a monster. I was more than just some pawn in this house's game. I wasn't on this Earth to simply cause harm.

I pretended to "accidentally" throw a ball through her window one day when her parents weren't home. She rushed over to the window and looked out at me, a look of shock and fright on her face. I looked up apologetically. My best puppy-dog-eyed performance.

'I'm sorry ma'am!' I quipped. My hand was resting above my eyes to shield the sun.

'Ma'am...?' she scoffed. 'Do I really look that old?' She rolled her eyes.

'Uh- no? You're just- I- I'm sorry. I'm Tate,' I replied looking down at my shoes. Bashful. Nice.

'Y/N.' she replied, crossing her arms sarcastically. 'You fucking broke my window.'

'I know...I-'

'This is a new house, my parents will kill me.'

'Oh my god, I had no idea,' I played dumb.

'Do you want your ball back at least?' she smirked, holding the perpetrator up demonstratively.

'Yes, please,' I said, thinking I blew it. That was the wrong 'in' I guessed. The wrong way to get her to love me.

'Then you'll have to come get it,' she smirked and walked away from the window.

Well, I'm still fond of you

From then on I was a regular fixture in her room. I helped her dad fix the window, just to show how nice of a guy I am.

She lived with her dad and stepmom. Her mother had died just a little less than a year ago, and the fat bastard was already remarried. Sick freak. I needed to protect her from him.

It was a car accident that took her. She tried merging off of the highway at the same time as another driver was trying to merge onto the highway. She side-swiped them and her car flipped. The driver's side was crushed.

'I could have been in the car with her that day,' Y/N later explained. 'She asked me to go get groceries with her and I said no, and then she died.'

My heart breaks for her, it really does.

She hurts herself, too. I watched her do it one time. She didn't know I was here. I cried as I watched her etch lines into her thighs, one at a time. She didn't wince, or cry. She just sat there, expressionless.

I tried to protect her from the people of the house. Its victims. She didn't deserve to be scared or feel the pain that they did. I kept them away from her.

Oh, my sacred one

It was three days after Y/N found her dad cheating on her stepmom. She was distant. I didn't feel like she'd want to see me. She made no attempts to contact me.

I was a sitting duck, unable to help her. In the days prior I watched her. Alone. Rotting in her room. Skipping school. Hurting herself. It was too much to bear.

On this particular day, though, I decided she needed me. As much as she was pushing me away she still needed me. And I needed her.

She didn't understand.

My conversation with Nora hadn't gone well. She was asking too much of me. Too much. And shortly after the feeling came again. I had another fit. I was overcome and powerless. The white-hot pain lit my brain on fire. And then I was standing alone in the basement again with blood on my hands. I began to sob. I needed Y/N.

I worshipped her. The softness of her cheeks. The way her hair cascaded and framed her face. The way she would cover her mouth when she smiled because she hated how it looked. The things she would wear. Her knit sweaters and black lace-up boots.

Everything she did was pure magic to me.

Her sense of humor. Her compassion. The way she feels things. So deeply. She feels with every ounce of her being. I wish I felt that, rather than utter fucking apathy all the time.

I gathered my courage and found myself in her room. She was asleep.

I made my way over to her bedside slowly, taking care not to wake her. I lowered myself onto the seat next to her and watched as the hair that covered her face moved with each breath she took. Her still form filled my stomach with butterflies and made my chest feel funny. She was so peaceful. For once, I didn't see pain on her face.

Tears sprang to my eyes yet again. How could a person be so perfect?

She must've sensed it because she stirred. Turning onto her back and stretching her arms out. Her eyes fluttered open, aimed at the ceiling. I could see it better, then. Her eyes. They were puffy and red. She'd been crying.

She turned her head slowly as she stretched again, inadvertently making herself face me. Her eyes widened, but she didn't jump. It was almost like she couldn't believe I was there.

'Tate?' she croaked.

'Hey, beautiful,' I replied, relieved that she wasn't immediately angry with my being there.

She cracked a small smile.

'I was worried about you so I came over. I hope I'm not bothering you...' I continued.

'No- no Tate not at all,' Y/N stammered, propping herself up slightly. 'I actually hoped you'd come. I didn't realize that after all this time I just...never got your number. I've been needing you but had no way to contact you. You've always just been...here, I don't know. I never thought to ask.' She laughed, sadly.

Shit. I thought. I need to figure that out somehow. Or come clean. Fuck.

'It's okay now, though. You're here. I haven't been able to cope at all,' she trailed off, looking out the window behind her headboard. 'What time is it even? I've been sleeping so much...'

'It doesn't matter,' I said, 'if you need rest, you should rest.'

'I'm so tired...'

'Me too, Y/N...me too,' I sighed. I didn't even realize I had started crying until Y/N shot up in her bed and crawled over to the edge to take my face in her hands. She wiped the tears from under my eyes with the pads of her thumbs. Then, she kissed my cheeks, kissing the rest of the tears away.

'Rough day, huh?' she asked.

'It's a goddamn filthy, fucked up world we live in, Y/N,' I managed. 'I've missed you.'

She motioned with her head for me to join her on the bed. She even turned up the covers slightly so I could crawl under, but I didn't. That would take too much time. I needed to be in her embrace immediately.

I laid on my side as she wrapped her arms around my chest. She laid her head atop mine softly and sighed.

'I'm so tired,' I uttered.

She simply stroked my hair.

'I love you, Tate,' she muttered after a while. Electricity shot through my body. I was for one, all-encompassing moment, alive again. She loved me. And I loved her.

Oh, I'm too tired / I'm so sick and tired / And I'm feeling very sick and ill today

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Okay, that's all, I guess. My brain won't allow me to write more for some reason. Let me know what you'd like more of and I'll do it. This has been fun so far.

[9haharharley1]

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS!!! This happened to me recently so I'd like to see Pomp Pep of the "It's snowing!" Prompt cuz I feel like Danny would rarely see snow in person

I am so sorry this has taken so long! I'm pretty sure this isn't what you wanted, and I am ashamed to say that I really struggled with this prompt for some reason, especially since Danny canonically hates Christmas, and probably winter as a whole because of it. And he lives in the Midwest where it snows a decent amount, so he would actually see a fair bit of snow at least twice a year (there's plenty of snow on the ground in the Christmas episode and also he visits the Far Frozen a couple times in canon too). Basically, I struggled. Please take this schmoop in recompense!

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Vlad was fuming when they finally arrived back at his manor, exiting the ghost portal with his boots stomping on the floor. Danny followed soon after, equal parts amused and annoyed at his lover's short temper. He rolled his eyes as he landed, transforming back to a human and crossing his arms.

"Vlad, can we please just talk about this?" he huffed, somewhere between exasperating and pleading.

"There is nothing to talk about," Vlad growled back, and Danny knew he was full of shit because the old man had yet to change out of his ghost form and was instead attempting to distract himself by fiddling with ectoplasm samples.

"Uh-huh." Danny sighed. He dropped his arms, running a hand through his hair as the other was placed on his hip. "I don't get what you're so worked up about! It was just a stupid prank, and you know how they all are! Especially when Walker's there..." Danny grumbled because, of course, Walker had to be there to enforce the rules of Christmas tradition. "He watches everyone like some extra creepy hawk when it comes to the stupid mistletoe thing. It doesn't mean anything!"

"Certainly seems like it meant something," Vlad stated. He placed his samples back in their case with a little more force than the delicate test tunes should really take, turning back to Danny with glowing red eyes set in an accusing glare. "Which, by the way, you didn't tell me you were so chummy with the Master of All Time."

Danny frowned, a glare of his own leveled at Vlad. "Uh, I did tell you? Like, a few years ago?" He crossed his arms again. "Clockwork's just a good friend, I don't get why you're so"-

"Just a friend who kisses you at the first opportunity that presents itself?" Vlad sneered, cutting him off. "Oh, yes, such a wonderful friend! He was practically leering at you the whole time we were there!"

"He was not!" Danny shouted back. His own temper was rising quickly with the accusations.

Vlad was practically snarling now. "And you! You were so quick to fall into his arms when he grabbed you! You were practically swooning for him!"

Hurt and guilt were bubbling in an uncomfortable mixture in his stomach as Vlad shouted at him. And the night had started out so well! They had gone to the annual Christmas Truce party in the Ghost Zone, and all their enemies and frenemies gathered at Ember's Island in the Zone. She had collected a tolerable mix of classic and hard rock Christmas songs into one expansive playlist, and the drinks had been spiked with enough alcohol to loosen up even the most tense of ghosts (Danny and Walker). Vlad and Danny arrived together; they mingled, danced, and performed bad karaoke.

All in all, Danny had enjoyed himself immensely. The Truce parties were always more fun with Vlad, and ever since they got together, he actually looked forward to some Christmas-y celebration. Vlad didn't celebrate the same as his own family (which is to say he didn't fucking argue over pointless Santa shit and ruin the whole damn holiday), so Danny actually found himself appreciating the holiday a little more with each year they spent together.

Clockwork had even shown up, stopping in for his usual five minutes or so like he did every year to remind everyone he still existed and to steal some spiked eggnog. Danny always enjoyed seeing the old time keeper, and getting a chance to talk with him outside of his lair was a bonus.

Maybe it was his fault for not paying attention to where they were chatting. Maybe it was his fault for mentioning to Vlad a few years ago that he once harbored a small crush on the Time Keeper. Maybe it was his fault for drinking a little too much eggnog and letting random ghosts kiss his cheeks under the various mistletoe placed in all the doorways of Ember's lair. He'd taken advantage of it enough over the course of the night to kiss Vlad as much as the older ghost would allow, illiciting cat-calls from everyone around them to placate the man after each platonic smooch to the cheek. It was definitely not his fault when Walker had appeared over him as he was laughing with Clockwork, the stern ghost's arms crossed as he glared pointedly at them. Danny had gazed back up at him, confused and definitely drunk and uncomprehending until Walker's glowing eyes flicked up to the chunk of red green above them. Danny's face went red, and he laughed a little for forgetting the rules. He waved Walker off, turned to Clockwork to place a friendly kiss to his old friend's cheek, only to suddenly meet warm lips when Clockwork abruptly turned his head to kiss him for real.

Danny may have squeaked, and it may have come out as a bit of a moan, and the other ghosts in the room cat-called them and cheered, especially when Clockwork's arm went around Danny's waist to pull him closer. Clockwork kissed him like Vlad did, hungry and desperate, but he thankfully kept his tongue to himself - Danny absolutely would have moaned had he slipped in some tongue. His years old crush came rushing right to the front of his drunken brain, and he kissed back, Clockwork's lips firm against his own, his hand moving up to clutch a robe-clad shoulder. The old ghost was solid and strong against him, but not as warm as he was used to. Intelligent thought returned almost as soon as it left when Clockwork kissed him and Danny pushed the old ghost away, staring with widened eyes as Clockwork gazed back with that infuriatingly all-knowing smirk. He glanced over Danny's shoulder with that same smirk, glanced down at Danny. He then placed another quick kiss to Danny's lips, winked, and then was gone with a wave of his staff. Danny was left blinking in confusion, only jostled out of his thoughts by hands clapping his shoulders and teasing jeers going in one ear and out the other.

It wasn't until Kitty pulled him aside as he was looking around for Vlad in a confused daze to tell him the older halfa flew off in a rage that he sobered up almost instantly, calling out a quick good-bye to everyone to chase his lover back through the Ghost Zone with worry tearing him up from the inside out.

"Vlad, please..." Danny started, the fight already leaving him. He already hated the holiday enough, and to add another fight to his memories of it was quickly souring his mood, especially when it seemed he was only just starting to get over his issues with it, too. He wrapped his arms around himself. "I'm sorry, okay? It didn't mean anything!"

"How can I believe that?!" Vlad roared back. His fist banged on the table, and Danny jumped, taking a step back as the anger Vlad carefully hid these days came bubbling to the forefront. "Every year, you let them all grope at you and kiss you, and... and touch you! You let them do it! And tonight, you kiss them, and they kiss you, and you have the nerve to come over and kiss me like you're not all but flaunting yourself to them! And you just... let Clockwork have you like that?! He's allowed to kiss you in front of me, like I don't mean anything to you -"

"You mean everything to me!" Danny screamed. Vlad shut up, his jaw snapping closed with an audible click as his red eyes widened. There were tears in Danny's eyes, threatening to spill over, but he grit his teeth, glaring at Vlad and willing himself not to break over something like this. "You mean the world to me, Vlad," he stated again, calmer this time. His fists clenched at his sides. "Here I am, dumb and insecure and scared all the time, afraid you're gonna leave me because of some stupid thing I did because I couldn't bother to think for two seconds, and you're..." He took a shaky breath. "You're so smart... You're strong and handsome, and you have so much money, and you can have anyone you want! I barely passed high school without your help, and I'm not any of those things! I can hold my own in a fight, sure, but without my ghost half I'm a weak, insecure mess, and for some reason you still look twice at me!"

The tears spilled over, and Danny was quick to rub them away. Vlad stared back at him, his eyes wide. Danny couldn't look at him. "I don't know why Clockwork kissed me like that..." he murmured, changing to his ghost form. "But he knows things, especially things he shouldn't, and he never does anything without reason, so whatever his reason is, it must be good." He laughed bitterly, staring down at his white boots. "Or maybe he was just being selfish for once because he knows I'll never leave you..." He said it so quietly, he wasn't sure Vlad heard it, but at this point, he didn't care. Danny sighed. He glanced up at Vlad from under his bangs, his feeling dull and wet. "I'm not gonna fight with you about this. Come find me when you want to actually talk."

He floated up towards the ceiling, stopping only at the call of Vlad's quiet, "Daniel..." When he glanced back down, Vlad had a hand held out as if to catch his tail. Vlad visibly struggled for words. "It's cold out..." he finally muttered.

Danny stared back at him dully. Then he formed a ball of light blue energy in his hand, pulling directly from his core to aim a blast of ice at Vlad's feet, freezing the man to the floor. Vlad gasped, stumbling in place as he tried to regain his balance. "Thaw yourself out," Danny said, and he phased through the floor.

The manor was chilly as he floated up, and outside was just below freezing. It was dark, the sky completely shrouded in clouds. Danny flew to the roof, barely aware of the temperature as he sat, knees pulled to his chest and arms wrapped around them. He rested his head on them, gazing out over the countryside, the lights of Madison glowing under the overcast sky.

He didn't know how long he sat there. He didn't notice the temperature drop further or the winds pick up speed. He didn't notice the passing of time at all until warmth settled at his side, Danny shivering at the sudden temperature change. He turned his head just enough to watch Vlad make himself comfortable next to him, a veritable furnace of heat through his suit. Danny shivered again. He turned his gaze back to the distant city.

They were quiet as they sat there, the night even quieter around them. Danny refused to be the first to break it.

Eventually, Vlad sighed. "I'm sorry..." he muttered. He sounded broken, but Danny still didn't look at him. He pulled his legs closer to his chest. "I get... jealous..." There was a rustling as Vlad ran a hand through his hair.

Danny snorted. "You think?" he grumbled into his arms. "You're jealousy is legendary at this point."

"I know..." Vlad sighed again. "But I am sorry. I didn't mean to start a fight. But I can't stand watching you flirt with every ghost who gives you even a micron of attention!"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Then just say that!" he exclaimed. He lifted his head to level an icy glare at the older halfa. Vlad looked confused, and Danny almost wanted to laugh. "Just tell me you don't like if I'm doing something, and I'll stop! You don't have to sit there and suffer in silence if I'm going overboard being friendly with others until you can't hold in your anger anymore. You're the most jealous man I've ever met, but you need to realize that I'm not going anywhere."

Danny blew out a sharp breath. "I'm sorry about Clockwork. I only meant to kiss his cheek the same as anyone else. I was gonna come back and kiss you just like I had been, but I got caught up and confused in the moment." He leveled a teasing grin at Vlad. "He kisses almost like you do, you know."

Vlad bristled next to him, and Danny couldn't help but laugh. "I should certainly hope I kiss better than him."

Danny laughed again. "More satisfying at least," he teased. Vlad open his mouth to retort, glaring, but Danny leaned in, kissing him quiet. It was a soft kiss, sweet and as satisfying as he claimed - nothing like how Clockwork had kissed him earlier in the evening. He nibbled Vlad's lower lip, opening his mouth to brush their tongues together when Vlad asked for entrance. Warmth filled his belly, settling the sour feelings from earlier. Danny loved it.

He pulled away- not very far. Just enough to brush their noses together and breath warm puffs of air against each other's lips. Vlad rested their foreheads together, sighing. "Daniel..." he murmured, and emotion clawed up Danny's throat, words he had never spoken before resting on his tongue.

"I love you..." he murmured back, soft and sincere. He watched under lidded eyes as Vlad's own widened. He gave him a small grin. "I think we might be a few years overdue, but... I do. I love you, fruitloop."

He found himself suddenly in Vlad's lap, impossibly warm arms wrapped tight around his waist. Vlad buried his face in Danny's shoulder, his own shoulders shaking, and Danny wrapped his arms around them, holding the man close. "Never leave me..." Vlad muttered. "Don't leave me, never leave me, and I'll love you as long as you'll have me!" Vlad whispered those three little words over and over again, and Danny couldn't help but smile, burying his face in black hair as a giddying feeling erupted like butterflies in his belly.

"We need to work on your confessions..." he stated, nuzzling raven hair. Then he pulled away, forcing Vlad to lean back with gloved hands cupping his blue face. Danny smiled. "I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

Vlad barely managed to respond with an "I love you, too" before Danny was kissing him, hungry and sweet and loving and desperate and everything in between. Vlad moaned under him, and he didn't pull away until he felt drops of cold settle on his cheek. Their cheeks were flushed as they leaned back. Little white flakes stood out in Vlad's hair, quickly melting.

"It's snowing..." Danny mumbled. Then he was grinning, sticking out his tongue to catch one. When he glanced back down, Vlad was smiling, softer than he ever had before.

"I love you..." he murmured to the boy, and Danny's cheeks flushed further. "Merry Christmas, Daniel."

Danny kissed him again.

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I haven't edited this, I just busted it out real quick, I'm so sorry!

[aroace-poly-show]

hi more me guessing hw songs.

i learned the lyrics to Snowman by halyosy (lyrics) and now can't stop thinking of it as a potential hw song- not as a song they would cover, but as a song their virtual singer would sing to them (kaito to tsukasa specifically). i don't think you've ever shared virtual singer lore so im making it up drawing influence from the feelings of both the nightcord and wxs virtual singers

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart". -> n25s miku's whole thing is to be there for mafuyu and help ease the pain in her heart. i'd guess the virtual singers of hw would have a similar motivation. (also, the lie in question was that the boy had friends and was talented at school and sports, so that his dying mother didn't worry about him. if this isn't tsukasa at its core.)

"I tried to warm your cold smile, but I can't make a smile with my artificial eyes" -> but the vs aren't actually real (i dont want to think about the implications of sekai so i will leave it there), so what can they do other than provide support? provide a word here or there, a wish of healing? but also- the wishes of the virtual singers have to come from somewhere, right? is this not also the wish of hw- "i want you to be happy, even if i am not yet myself"?

"Neon tubes and monochrome snow" -> i actually don't really know what this line means in the actual song but here- the neon lights of the theater, the colorful world of the stage, and the cold, grey feelings freezing them in place?

"I'll tell you how to do it, I believe you can do it, Soft snow covers our tracks" -> this again as the wish of the virtual singers- i can't change for you, but i can offer advice and push you forward because i know you can (oh also spitball other point- kaito's line in his 1.5 anni card- "when faced with a wall, i don't want to push them up over from the bottom. I want to climb it myself and pull them up with me, so that we can see the other side together"). i had a connection to the soft snow covering our tracks part but i don't know how to say it in words. but in colors it's a soft orange. which i know doesn't make any sense.

"You ran with your friends" -> emu nene rui do i need to say more here. (yes because it never gets old. because of the pain, of the things that tore them down, of the steps they took back up, they found their dreams friends family).

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" -> yes

also raising the point of snow imagery- it alrealy exists in normal n25- mafuyu did chose the name "yuki". and i think there was an event about it. i think that theme also works in hw. but instead of the damp, blue sort of snowfall that feels cold and hollow, it's the warmer, sparkly snow of dawn. it's the snow that was lonely in the night, but beings to feel less so when the light first begins to break.

AADHWJJDNWKDNWKDUSQJOSHISKWUQNDOBWNSNSJ acey are you in my fucking brain. aroace wxs fanatics really do share a brain cell because HELLO??????/silly

i haven’t said shit about the virtual singers yet but ohmygod your guess is so fucking on point. awawawa. this is so fucking hw core and like it fits so so fucking well into the current thoughts i have for both tsukasa and the main story guhhhh explodes explodes explodes

firstly, might as well do a tiny bit of explanation for hw virtual singers. they both have the same overall personalities as canon wxs, kaito being the responsible older brother figure (representing what tsukasa wants to be like yknow) and miku being very childish and all (i. forget her symbolism w tsukasa. whoops). also given that the sekai and they were created from tsukasa’s feelings, they are well aware that tsukasa isn’t quite okay. even if he isn’t entirely aware of it himself. yknow how he is. anyway. you’re very right about hw virtual singers. their goal is both to ease their pain but also to like. revive the bit of hope they all had, and help them not lose it again. given it’s an online theater group, they of course want to help them do shows and find joy in doing again, because despite it hurting them so badly they still hold so much love for shows and the vs want to help them with it, but more than anything they want them all to find joy in living again. like they’ve all been hurt and vs is there to ease that pain and help them find joy and hope despite being given so much shit and having been hurt. yknow. and i don’t have much to add aside from that cause like. you got them so well. my god

"You ran with your friends" throwing UP. i hate these clowns and their stupid loving friendship and love and care they have for each other because who else understood them like they did each other who else did they have aside from each other because who else will drag them back up and cling to hope with them like they do for each other. they’re so. sobs.

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" YES. YES INDEED. they’re all gonna be okay. they’re gonna be okay. cries.

tsukasa side note:

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart" -> also like you said TBIS IS TSUKASA AT HIS CORE and he’s exactly the same in hw. he wants to be that big brother his siblings can look up to he wants to make them proud and he especially doesn’t want to worry anyone Ever and saki and toya know something might be wrong but he won’t tell her (but to be fair. he hasn’t exactly admitted it to himself either) bc he’s tsukasa tenma!! he’s okay!!! he has to be okay!! he’s going to be a star!! and what kind of star would let a lot a few setbacks get him down!! so there’s no need for anyone to worry!! cause he’s a-okay!! (<- lying. to himself as well.) honestly at this rate i’m not even gonna need to do the tsukasa ramble since i’m just rambling about him in asks when i can /lh

[hextehc]

❛ would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I’ve done — the things I can’t undo? I am not the man you once knew. ❜ ik the cas and lare drafts keep piling up but this song is so Them 😔

another one of those days. should he be embarrassed that he retreats to zaun just to see an old partner, in multiple senses of the word. once originally coming down for illegal research and experimentation for hextech now turns to the visitations of one of its founders. ironic how things fall sometimes. now the mask is off and oh how he wants to say you're just as beautiful as the day i lost you. unfortunately, emotions for such as those were pushed right down because neither can house them for long; like a small sanctuary in a heavy snow storm, that isn't their home anymore. however, sometimes the fleeting words of love pass by each others lips, wrong words at the wrong time.

and so it goes, continuing for the future to come.

brows furrow, perplexed and surprised by the question. it was such an easy answer, he wondered why even viktor asked it in the first place. except, he doesn't say anything, lips pressing together. it's not as simple as a yes, but there's more to it. thoughts that haven't been processed and emotions that refused to be recognized, being blanketed comfortably in his own denial. right now was not the time to face them. his own wall has been built to protect that, having accepting it from long ago when they were both such successful scientists you couldn't see one without the other, not without himself making a constant, forceful reminder of viktors very existence and contribution. sometimes a hole gets poked through and some of those feelings flood into such grievance and nostalgia for what could be.

it was such an easy answer... and yet, why couldn't he? he looks towards viktor with a yearning he hasn't felt for anyone else, a plead that mirrors the past, and a softness that allowed itself still to fester. it's said in a way of please listen. he couldn't handle another rejection, regardless how well those walls were fortified. and even with all that's built to protect himself, and the heart that suffocated on his sleeve, it still bleeds from the eclipse beaming over the sun in the sky.

" viktor, i'd fall in love with you over and over if i could. any timeline that exists, i'd come and seek you out. my life isn't the same without you. " and maybe it was selfish to say it, but that's all he ever is, a selfish man. " who cares if you can't undo it? i'd give us anything to work together, in a lab, again. i miss you because you're you, no matter how many changes you make to your body or the pieces you try to separate from yourself less human. " then he exhales so deeply, like he's held a breath for so long, maybe in anticipation. who knows. " you're not the man i once knew sure but your name is still viktor, right? " eyes wander away from his face, the words caught in his throat for a moment. " as long as you still think of me, i'd love you. and even when you forget and push me away completely, i'd love you even then. i'll be pissed at you, sure but... " should he even be saying these things? this wasn't the time but this was good as any. there's no room for happy endings here, they both know this. perhaps, just for the moment, they can both be stripped from their titles of the machine herald and defender of tomorrow into something more vulnerable.

reality is waiting right outside the door, he just doesn't want to open it yet to let it back inside.

" maybe, in another world, i'll be right by your side down here or you stay with me in piltover until we grow old and make these cities a better place to live. " hands wring into one another, out of nervousness or becoming anxious, he's not sure. the bags under his eyes are darker than the past, some greys appearing in well kept hair, and beard trimmed, deciding to letting it finally grow out just a little bit. exhaustion is evident, both accustoming to constant demands and trying to push viktor back down to zaun whenever he infiltrates. he's rude now, impatient, insensitive, and haughty. all he wanted to do was a be a scientist and help people. then viktor came in and slowly changed his mindset to being unable to live life without him, hextech be damned. " you already know i'd do almost anything for you, loving you is just always at the top. kicking your ass is second. " it's a joke but his eyes don't meet it. his hand grabs viktor's metal one and presses his lips against the cold bite of it.

" and would you still fall in love with me regardless of what i did? i could've let you die but i didn't. i tried to keep up with the demands of the council and the attention of the lab, but i failed. and, besides, who else would challenge your ideals? no one in piltover and zaun — no, in all of runeterra, is as smart as us. " i fucked up, is what he wants to say but he bites it back. this isn't an apology. " and if i'm the only one that feels this way, so be it. " shoulders slump, letting his hand fall from his finger tips. " anyway, you asked, so i answered. " time to let reality back in and remind them what they both were: enemies, two people who could no longer see eye to eye. that thought no longer squeezes his heart to the point of bursting but there's an occasional mourning.

egotistical to think, probably, but even he knows that he won't leave viktor's head, even if he wishes he does. the feelings are mutual, so he adopts those instead. rub it in his face for what viktor can't and won't ever achieve. you won't ever get rid of me that easily, even if i have to come down to zaun and force a recollection. only when they're both old and grey will he let it slide but they're not yet. there's still time. " reprimand me, if you want. "

[connectionterminated13]

So is Liz some way alive in this AU? Is Mike ever tricked back into the vault in an attempt to save her?

Oh yes....

As mentioned before Lizzie and Mike made it to a vault close to a year after its Closing. Just like Mikey, Elizabeth was surrounded by intense levels of radiation, Enough to turn both of them into Ghoul's. Well Michael was basically in the middle of his transformation when they got to the vault Lizzie was just at the beginning stages, Which basically just made her look malnourished and sickly which made sense.... So unlike Michael she was taken to a quarantine zone for a bit then Williams home, Where she was supposed to be kept until she regained proper health. Of course she was traumatized from her time in the wasteland and basically immediately Williams said since he was an adult and her dad. Show when her Ghoul changes began to progress and William told her the only way that she could be saved was climbing into his spiky robot suit she immediately did so In hopes of saving herself and her dad from a painful slow death as William had described to her....

Except it hurt inside the suit and her dad immediately locked her in the deepest part of the Vault to keep her safe. She watched from her metallic prison as more people joined her. It was a miserable and lonely existence, the others could rarely speak let alone comprehend what she was saying the only one who ever talked to her was William or sometimes Henry.

Basically a bunch of plot stuff happens like this universe is the bite of 87, Lots of Michael and Jeremy doing things, And then finally Elizabeth's able to get her hands-on a pitboy and contact Michael's pitboy (She doesn't think he's alive exactly but she's desperate). Because of the SOS Mikey and Jeremy know where William and the belong with Elizabeth so they go down there and do some plot stuff like defeating William and shutting down all of the robot production. Mikey is eventually able to find Elizabeth in the basement who immediately tries to kill him and steal his identity (She has it really worked a plan out yet)

I haven't really figured out what happens after that. Either Mikey kills baby but takes Elizabeth's body up to see the song before she just dies since the suit was keeping her alive down there. Or they're able to free Elizabeth who's basically fine just covered in a lot of cuts and pretty sickly and not doing the best mentally, And she just gets To live as a Ghoul.

[henryloverman]

(The song when the Narrator left the Parable Ending, and how Stanley feels about it, a special birthday post just for you guys ^^)

An Alternate universe where the Narrator leaves the Parable and Stanley stops him to it.

"Stanley? I have to go now, any last words?"

"..."

"Hmmm? You're not even going to say goodbye to me?"

*Sighs*

"Well then, goodbye Stanley, we had a great adventure and now it's time to end it-"

"-Don't leave! Please..."

"What is that, Stanley?"

"...Please don't leave me, Narrator"

"Why should I do that?"

"I-I...uh... Because you haven't even finished the Story yet!"

"I did? Any kind of ending is up to you now, I already did my part Stanley, you should do yours"

"But- but what am I without you?! Weren't you the one who made my story? You can't just leave me here!!"

"I can and I will, I do appreciate you caring for me, Stanley, but I need to do this-"

"-Then why won't you let me leave with you?! Is it because I'm not real? Is it because I can't function in the real world?!"

"Stanley...you want to come with me?"

"...Yes, I don't care where you're going, just don't leave me, Narrator...please"

"... Stanley, are you crying!? How are you able to do that? I didn't code you to cry so how ?!"

"Because that's how I am, I'm your protagonist, aren't I? Your stupid,fat, and ugly protagonist?"

"Oh god, you must be that desperate to call yourself that, which is true- but that's really not important right now! Are you sure you want to come with me into the Real World, Stanley??"

"...I want to be by your side no matter what, I want you to continue narrating me, so yes, I want to go with you"

*Sighs*

"You idiot, fine but remember there's no turning back, so if you regret leaving here that's your choice-"

"-i won't, I promise!"

"Take my hand, Stanley, we're going now"

"I hate you, Narrator"

Stanley said with a grin, he took the narrator's hand and continued walking towards the exit, Stanley's eyes were still still wet from crying, but now it's replaced with a hint of fondness and... Love.

"I hate you as well, Stanley"

Now they're at the exit, the two looked at each other for one last time before going inside, their hands intertwined with one another, a new adventure awaits them.

The End

...

"You think this is a happy ending do you? Well unfortunately it's not, Stanley, wake up."

"-Huh?!"

Stanley immediately looked around the room, there was no one there? Wasn't the Narrator with him a moment ago? Weren't they escaping the Parable? Then where is he???

"Stanley?! You're awake!! Oh god I miss you so much"

Suddenly a lady hugged him out of nowhere, Stanley tried to push her off, who is she? Where's the Narrator???

"... Stanley, you don't remember me? It's me, Mariella, your friend?"

"I... don't know you, where's the Narrator?"

"Narrator...? Stanley, is this a joke?! You seriously remembered your fictional character and not me?! Come on, man!"

"I am saying the truth! I don't know who you are!"

"Oh...I'm so sorry, I should try to explain then, your name is Stanley and you are a famous Author of TSP, you used to work in an office building"

"Wasn't the Narrator the one that created The Stanley Parable? What do you mean i'm an author?"

"Stanley, the Narrator is a character you made up for your story, YOUR THE ONE who created The Stanley Parable that was turned into a game in 2013"

"...What?!"

Stanley couldn't believe this, was the woman lying?! But her eyes spoke the truth, so the Narrator doesn't exist the whole time... Stanley made him up?

After hearing that, Stanley's vision started blurring, he could hear Mariella calling for the doctor, his ears were buzzing, he couldn't keep his mind straight, and after that, Stanley fainted.

Editor's Note: PLOT TWIST?! This is the continuation of the RealParable Au! What happened to Stanley you may ask? Well let's just say...he overdosed on sleeping pills.

That would make sense how Stanley wasn't able to escape the Parable, he was in a coma the whole time, DON DON DON!!!!!

I know this trope is cliche, "it turns out everything was a dream" but I HAVE FUTURE PLANS FOR THIS!!!

Thanks to the dearest song, "I love you so" by The Walters, I have gained more motivation and ideas!!!!

What do you guys think of the Narrator's role? You guys theorized!!!! Thank you for reading, have a nice day 💛🖤💛🖤