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amateurasterism · 2 years

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worst neighbor ever (or is he?) !

synopsis ; you’re convinced yoon jeonghan is the worst neighbor you’ve ever had…until a couple drinks help you realize he isn’t.

pairing ; yoon jeonghan + fem!reader featuring yunjin from lesserafim

notes ; non idol au, frenemies to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff, harmless and cute arguing, sort of very suggestive towards the end, reader is in denial, reader gets really drunk, jeonghan makes like two sex jokes because he’s a little shit, small mentions of eating. idk if this is a weird concept but whatever. anyways this is my first svt fic lets goo (and first fic of 2023 yay happy new years guys)

word count ; 2.6k

You have never seen Yoon Jeonghan’s face, yet you know him well enough to consider him the worst neighbor you’ve ever had.

Does seeing his face really matter to you, though? He’s the worst, and that’s all you need to know.

“You’re not listening to me, Yoon Jeonghan!”

“I am.” Jeonghan finally responds after five minutes of you calling him from your balcony. You’ve spent much more time on this balcony than you expected, all thanks to the constant shouting you two do from your balconies.

His voice is irritatingly calm, hinting that he’s been listening to you this entire time, but couldn’t care enough to reply as he was singing one of those stupid love songs again. Which you always considered weird, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to begin with.

“Could you just be quiet for just thirty fucking minutes? Although a full day would be great,” you add the last part under your breath.

“I heard that.”

“Good. I can’t stand you.”

“You don’t mean that, if you did, you would’ve talked to the landlord and filed a complaint already,” Jeonghan replies, a tease in his voice, because when was there not? You hate that you know he was right too.

You sigh and accept the defeat. “Would it kill you to sing a quiet song inside your apartment instead of outside on your balcony?” Yet another failed day of convincing him to shut up. You’ve learned to become less and less expectant of any outcome from arguing with Jeonghan. By now, the insults you share are filled with something a lot unlike hate.

Sometimes you wonder why you even bother; you’re used to his noisiness at this point anyways. You’re failing at convincing yourself his stupid songs aren’t what help you fall asleep at night, both of you huddled on your balconies with the thickest blankets in battle of the chilly night air, Joshua’s fingers strumming his guitar lazily as you fight to keep your eyes open, your ears using Joshua’s voice to lull you to sleep. You hoped he didn’t know of your routine, for the sake of your dignity. Hopefully you were the only one aware of those nights were it felt like you, him, and the stars.

You know all too well that Jeonghan has become a part of you. The reason why you haven’t failed at missing a day without talking to him between those balconies if that you would feel missing if you were derived of him. It was stupid to admit that, especially because… well, you had never seen his face before.

Before you step back inside your apartment, you stop and yell, “At the very least, could you grab my mail and drop it off today? It’s a package and I have a party later.”

Jeonghan hums curiously. “Dunno. What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. It’s the least you could do for being a pain in the ass everyday.”

“Eh,” Jeonghan says dismissivley and resumes strumming his guitar.

You don’t bother pleading anymore, entering your apartment and sliding the glass door behind you, because you know he would get your mail—in fact, he did it everytime you asked.

—

If there was one thing that everyone knew about you, it was that when you got drunk, you were drunk. It was not to say that you had a poor alcohol tolerance, in fact, your tolerance was quite high—but when you crossed that tolerance line with a specifically high amount of drinks, it was as if another brain took over.

The music blasting from the surround sound speakers in the living room of your best friend’s house is only adding to your hazy mind as you try your best to make it through the crowd of bouncing people. Fuck, you mumble curses under your breath at the stench of sweaty bodies, spilled tequila, and other humanly liquids coming from couples doing some other kinds of dancing god knows where.

“Hey, y/n!” your best friend, Yunjin, greets you near the kitchen island, but her comforting smile is quickly replaced by a concerned frown as she looks at you up and down. “Shit,” she sighs, immediately taking away the red cup in your hands and fixing your ruined outfit: your tangled hair and sheer top falling away from your slumped shoulders, and skirt that had moved a bit too much during dancing. She takes off your heels revealing sore feet with blisters just beginning to form and brings you outside to the porch.

“Too much to drink, babes,” she chuckles. Truthfully, she’s a little happy you allowed yourself some freedom tonight. Since you moved, you’ve been holding back at parties due to your lack of a ride home.

Yunjin holds out her hand for your phone, which you give, and dials your closest friends. Which is only a couple of people, since most of them were at this party, and none of them answer.

She would drop you off by herself, but this was Yunjin’s house and your apartment was almost an hour away. And with the chaos ensuing inside, she didn’t want to leave the fate of her house in someone else’s hands. “Y/n, who can I call to pick you up?”

“Mmm,” you hum absentmindedly and look at the sky, and the stars freckling it. The stars remind you of someone. Funny how you can grow on someone without seeing their face. Is it the alcohol in your system making you go insane, or did the alcohol finally bring down the fourth wall and make you realize? Suddenly all you can think about is the sound of his singing on the balcony, and his teasing voice every time you tried to shut him up. Those love songs you hated so much filling the frigid night air.

Then, you realize, all the love songs he sang were about you.

“Jeonghan… you idiot,” you mumble, the smallest of smiles pulling at your lip.

“Jeonghan? Who the fuck is Jeong—” Yunjin remembers. “You’re right, I forgot. Your neighbor. Don’t you hate him though?”

You don’t respond.

“Doesn’t matter, because he’s your only choice.” Yunjin finds him buried in your contacts as a nameless number, but she knows it’s him from the fact he was the last person you texted.

You’re sure the alcohol has completely taken over your brain when your legs and arms are moving to their own accord, and suddenly you’ve snatched your phone from Yunjin’s hands and have pressed it to your ear as it starts to ring. You could barely process the fact that you were smiling when Jeonghan picked up on the first ring, let alone anything you would say next.

“I fucking love you, Yoon Jeonghan.”

The words are out of your mouth so fast, it takes you about thirty seconds of silence between the both of you for it to register. Although for some reason, you don’t take the words back. It feels right.

Jeonghan coughs on the other side of the phone, though you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Shut up, and tell me this when you’re sober, y/n.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

You hear him laugh, and if you could take that laugh and keep it with you for the rest of your life, you would. But the laugh is gone as quick as it came, replaced by his voice a tone lower, concerned laced through it.

“Where are you, y/n?”

Yunjin, as shocked (and happy for you) as she is, steals the phone to give him her address. “Thank you, and hurry up please. She’s…gone. I think you can tell.”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan says with a chuckle, and true to his word, he shows up forty minutes later to find you absolutely gone sitting on the porch steps with your head leaned on Yunjin’s shoulder. He’d seen you in a collection of small glances he treasures in heart, you in the laziest of outfits in the apartments lobby getting mail, or even sneaking a tiny glance as you yelled at him form your balcony below. It was funny, because you had no idea the guy in the grey hoodie and black sweats you ran into in those small occurrences was the same guy you yelled at every day, and now confessed your love to.

Even now, as you’re the complete opposite of how he finds you in those moments, he recognizes you in an instant. You’re just as gorgeous even with mascara just about to run past your lashes in black gunk, lipstick smeared from what he hopes not to be another guy, and a skirt rolled up a bit higher than he’d like to notice.

He’s instantly running towards you, but stops right before his hands make it on your shoulders. His mind is yelling at him for how wrong this is, because you’ve never seen his face before. Yet, you look up at him with the most infatuated look he’s ever seen and suddenly it all feels right. He’s so caught up in that glance that he barely notices Yunjin go back into her house with a small “be safe!”

“Come on, take it slow,” Jeonghan gently ushers you, letting you lean on his side as he guides you to his car. It’s proving to be a bit difficult as you haven’t taken an eye off of him since you’ve seen him.

You had been wrong this whole time. Secretly, a part of you knew you wouldn’t care if he was ugly. You had fallen for him anyways and that was all that mattered. But looking at him now, you could burst into tears because even through your drunken thoughts, your entire conscious knew that his man was perfect. He had bags under his dark brown eyes, and his hoodie had fallen off to reveal his nearly black hair, grown to nearly reach his shoulders. And his lips—

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jeonghan teases. Of course. It was never Jeonghan unless he was teasing.

“Because,” You stop him halfway to his car, placing your hands on his shoulders, hoping this drunk side of you will pay off, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Jeonghan knows it’s wrong, you’ve known him for months but have only seen his face now, and you were so drunk he wasn’t even sure any of the words you had said for the past hour were true. But he hoped they were, and took this one chance before it was stolen by tomorrow morning.

“Then do it.”

So you pulled him closer by the front of his hoodie and did.

Oh.

It hit like a truck: you were kissing Yoon Jeonghan, the guy you had convinced yourself was your worst neighbor until today, and it was the best damn kiss you’d ever had.

You wanted more. You wanted him forever, and you knew it wasn’t your drunk mind thinking. Your tolerance allowed that one truth to slip, you know everything you said was true and all the alcohol did was get the feelings out.

You stop the makeout to get air from how heated it was, but Jeonghan pulls away before he can get trapped in your lips again.

“Stop. This isn’t right, y/n.”

“You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

He sighs. “You’re drunk. This isn’t actually you, as much as I wish it was.”

“Trust me, Jeonghan. This is right. I may drunk but I know it.” You’re so painfully sure of it, and mad at him for not getting it. “So shut up and get back to kissing me already.”

That was all it took for him to let go, and he wished on the shooting star above that he really could trust you. A part of him knew he could, and he would, for however long he lived.

He continued kissing you again, and let’s just say that thanks to that stupid short skirt you had worn, the drive home wasn’t exactly the safest thing in the world. The skirt didn’t survive the rest of the night.

—

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, a headache, and very sore legs. It took a bit of effort to get up to find Jeonghan, but you had a feeling he was on that balcony. You were right.

You found him there with his guitar and coffees on the small table. There was even a bagel from the cafe downstairs, your favorite especially during a hangover. How did he know?

He stopped strumming and watched you sit down on the chair next to him and take a gratefully munch on the bagel and coffee, taking note of the faintest wobble as you walked. He stifled a grin and waited for you to say the first word.

“Thank you for the meal,” you say between bites, trying to break the tension. You know he was being hesitant, you could tell from how he was looking at you like you were a piece of pottery on display he was too afraid to break by his touch.

Jeonghan took you being here as a sign you somehow remembered most of what happened yesterday. “This meal or last nights?” He says jokingly, a smile creeping up on his face.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” A blush appeared over your cheeks.

He narrowed his eyes at you then looked back at the sunrise. “I didn’t know you were a clumsy drunk.”

“I’m not.”

“So your sober self had planned to say you love me and proceed to get rail—”

“OKAY. I get it. Shut up.”

Jeonghan laughs cheekily, silence covering the two of you as you watch the sunrise and listen to Jeonghan strum his guitar and hum another love song. You now know every lyric is for you.

Somewhere along the way, your eyes strayed from the sunrise to Jeonghan, watching his long fingers pick at the strings and expertly dark across the guitar’s fretboard. Lips lifting to let out his song.

“I love you.”

Jeonghan looks up at you with the most lovesick expression, “A bit quick there, aren’t we? Only confessed last night, love.”

“Well,” you shrug, “you told me to tell you again when I’m sober.”

He hums and says nothing in return, but you don’t miss his cheeks covered in a blush, barely escaping from underneath his bangs.

“Why though?” you ask.

“What?”

“Why do you like me back after everything?”

Jeonghan doesn’t reply, but you can see his mind working through the words.

“Why do you like me back after four months of me yelling at you? I was always scolding you, I don’t think we’ve had a single conversation where I haven’t. I only confess to you after getting drunk. It seems unfair.”

Jeonghan stares at you, dumbfounded, and even the slightest bit angered that you see it that way.

“Y/n, you’re a dumbass. You could give me nothing and I’d still treat you like this.”

“Why though?”

“Because that’s what love is. And I love you.”

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paviastrashyrings · 8 months

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can i request a horropedia x reader with the “rude to everyone but loving to their partner” trope? (reader is the rude one)🫶🏻 male reader if possible

More of the lovely Nerdy Nerd? How could i possibly say no. Thank you for your submission and it is absolutely my pleasure to serve you. (side note: could not be more on the nail for how i am irl)

Without further ado, dear readers, lets get into another dream with Horropedia.

You were...rough around the edges, so to speak. Uncaring and cold towards most people.

If someone touched you, you'd snap at them. If someone came at you with an attitude, you'd match it.

Everyone associated with you was used to your foul mouth and bad mood.

Except one person, of course.

He had never understood why everyone spoke so poorly of your behavior until he witnessed first hand how "grouchy" you were with others.

"Hes not so bad." he'd try to defend you, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

"Dude he literally insulted me to my face because I bumped into him." one coworker recalls, angered by the mere memory.

It wasnt like you were trying to be mean, people just dont have spatial awareness.

They were right there.

Nothing pushed them into you.

They didn't even trip.

They just were dumb and didn't look where they were going. That's on them.

He would listen to you recall your side of the story, your tone soft and even because it was him.

"We really gotta work on your...people skills." he hums, but in complete honesty he was impressed how you were so able to stand your ground.

One day, someone decided to really push their luck. Yapping about how annoying "that weirdo, horropedia or whatever that guys name is" was.

Safe to say you were pissed, and he was in their direct vicinity too.

once you noticed that he was RIGHT THERE being spoken ill about?

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" you spat with malice, turning around so fast people would assume you were facing them the whole time.

You went off of them, until Joshua stepped in, equally shocked but also mildly amused by the expression on the culprits face.

"woah hey, no need to get angry." There was full and ardent need to get angry, they just insulted him to his face and he was just gonna take that? hell no, not on your damn watch.

He turns around and politely apologizes to the culprit, "So sorry about that, hes trying to work on his temper.."

He guides you away, still secretly impressed by your anger. Nobody really ever defended him like that, especially in front of a whole establishment full of people.

"I mean seriously can you believe them? Talking shit about you like that in front of you?" you'd start almost as soon as the culprit was out of earshot, just to keep him happy. You wouldn't have cared if they had heard you, you already spat so much profanity in their direction anyways.

"You know it happens all the time, I'm not exactly a stranger to it." which you couldn't understand. How does he tolerate such blatant disrespect, I mean sure he's a little strange and nerdy but that doesn't hurt anyone.

"Yeah but you don't deserve that, you didn't even do anything." you'd murmur, looking away. You look like a scolded dog, which he thought was adorable.

What he didn't remark on was the clear difference in how you spoke to others and how you spoke to him.

you were still frustrated, temper still on high, and yet you held back profanity and sulked instead of snapping at him.

He definitely noticed though, you were so sweet to him that it was hard not to notice.

He'll let you off for just this once, but the next time he catches you he'll have to scold you properly.

He won't admit that he's enjoying the special treatment, he's happy you care about him so much.

but maybe tone it down a little?

Only sometimes though

Well, this one was very fun to write. Thank you once again, dear readers, your support and kind words mean the world. We will dream once again, come find me soon <3. signed, yours forever Moon.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #r1999 x reader #reverse 1999 x reader #rev1999 #x reader #horropedia #horropedia x reader #male reader

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animeniacss · 6 months

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Epilogue

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 2.8k words

Epilogue

------One Year Later, Fall-----

"What do you think is wrong now?" You asked.

"How should I know? Don't babies have a different cry for everything?"

"I think so."

"Well, which cry is this? I don't think I've heard this one before." A yawn ripped through Mingyu's throat and chest as he rubbed his eyes. It was another late night, the sounds of a baby screaming echoed through the apartment walls. It was as if someone had shot a bullet in a small room, allowing it to ricochet off each wall and fly to the next constantly. It never ended, and you and Mingyu were constantly trying to avoid being hit. You sighed, sinking onto the couch as you rubbed the little ones' back. Mingyu watched as you paced the room, hoping the little bouncing movements matched with your gentle coos would soothe the baby. No luck.

"I think he's been crying for two days straight." You sighed.

"Tell me about it. I hope he's not getting sick." Mingyu walked over to the fridge, pulled it open, and scanned the contents. "Shit." He groaned.

"What?"

"Out of milk." He stood upright. "I thought I got some more."

"I went through so much while you were at work." You watched as Mingyu walked over pulling both you and the crying baby close. He kissed the baby, and then the top of your head. It didn't soothe the baby, but it did soothe you.

"I'll run to the store." He said. "That 24 hour one should have some milk."

"Okay." You said. Mingyu smiled, tired yet generous.

"Want something for yourself?"

"Surprise me." You murmured. Mingyu nodded. You finally sank onto the couch, listening as Mingyu dragged his feet to the door. You continued to rub your baby's back. You didn't even bother looking behind you as Mingyu closed the door behind him, heading out to the store. The baby's cries continued to ring through your ears. Hoping for luck the second time around, you rose from the couch and started walking. You passed the TV stand, then the bookshelf. You stopped for a minute, bouncing the baby in your arms as you stared down at the snow globe. A flurry of pictures surrounded it on all of the shelves: particularly the ones from Mina in Jeju. The one of you, Joshua, and Jeonghan flashing a peace sign and a grin on the beach was currently in your sights. You smiled at the memory; amazed almost two years had passed since all of that happened. Beside it sat a new set of pictures of you and Mingyu at the Japanese cherry blossom festival. One had Mina with you, the three of you meeting up the first time you both visited Japan after everything happened. It was a beautiful day, the three of you enjoying it as any group of friends would. It was as if the previous year's events had not happened during that trip. You smiled at the memory, both of you a whole year younger and still aware of what a full night's sleep felt like.

When a cough came from the baby in your arms, you kissed the top of his head. "It's okay..." you said softly, continuing your lap around the living room. The baby still was not stopping, the longer he cried the louder it sounded like it was getting. "Hurry up, Mingyu." You begged to yourself as if it would work. He had just left, after all, and the store was a good 10-minute walk away. As your feet stopped pacing, you looked around the dim and empty apartment. A deep feeling bubbled in your stomach, and you felt your eyes water. When you looked down at the little bundle in your arms, even as he cried, you took one large deep breath. The last one you needed, calming yourself before you lost it. Even a few months in, it was such an overwhelming feeling to have a baby. "We're alright." You said out loud, mainly for yourself. That affirmation seemed to start calming the baby down, though barely. "See? We're alright." Smiling, you kissed his forehead and sat back down on the couch. Holding the baby in your arms, you looked down at your hands. Your pointer fingers and thumbs were poking into view from under your son.

"It wouldn't." you chuckled to yourself at the idea that briefly flashed through your mind. "There's no way." As the cry of your son continued to reverberate once again, you figured it was worth a shot. Shifting the baby, you immediately snapped both of your fingers. Other than the sound being drowned out by the crying, the room remained untouched. Unaffected. "Tch. Knew it. I must be going crazy from lack of sleep."

Maybe you were because in that moment, there was a knock on your front door. You looked over, holding the baby close. Who would be knocking in the middle of the night? The sound of the knock only made him cry louder, and you immediately pressed a kiss to his temple, shushing him as much as you could. Standing up, you laid him down in his little bassinet, before making your way towards the door. You kept your movements light, not sure what the cue would be – if there was one – to open the door and trust the person on the other side. As you stepped closer, one final knock came, followed by:

"It's us!" A familiar gentle voice flooded your brain, and you immediately lunged forward, flinging the door open. At the door stood two familiar faces, both dawned in all-white attire much as their brothers had the few times they came for a visit. They looked almost exactly the same as they did the last time you saw them two years prior, and you gasped.

"Oh my -."

"Don't say that," Joshua said quickly, grinning. You looked down at your hands, then back up to him.

"Did it actually work?" she asked. Jeonghan and Joshua glanced at one another, grinning.

"Ahh, you really tried?" Jeonghan said. "You can just call that a coincidence."

"Well, come in." you reached forward, taking their hands as you led them into the apartment. Once they were inside, the door closed behind them, you reached out and pulled them into a hug one at a time. "What the heck are you doing here at this hour?"

"We were in the neighborhood." Jeonghan shrugged.

"At five a.m.?" you smirked. The duo seemed defeated before they could even continue with their little ruse.

"We heard the news." Joshua finally explained simply.

"Yeah." Jeonghan rubbed his ears. "We really heard the news."

"And once we did, we made sure to get everything in order to come visit." When you cocked an eyebrow, Jeonghan decided to add a bit more detail.

"Even after all this time we have to get special permission for a lot of things. Like a probation." He shrugged. "No big deal. Totally worth it."

You laughed a bit hurrying back over to the bassinet. Lifting the little bundle back into your arms, you watched the duo approach.

"You think your ears hurt? This has basically been my music playlist since we brought him home. He's a fussy one." Immediately, you felt a hand press to your back. When you looked over, you saw Joshua standing by your side. When you saw another figure move beside you, you caught sight of Jeonghan standing in front of you and the baby.

"May I?" he asked. You nodded, immediately feeling the warmth spread from Joshua's palm through your spine and through your nerves. A deep, relaxed breath escaped you as Jeonghan pressed his finger to the newborn's forehead. You watched as the baby's cries slowly died down before he simply began whimpering and closing his eyes.

"You can do it too?" you asked. Jeonghan nodded.

"I really made God mad when we got kicked down here." He pointed out. You looked down at your son, kissing his forehead.

"Please form another contract to be my forever nannies." You begged in a soft, yet very desperate whisper. The duo could only smile, which didn't provide you with an answer. Well, it did, but not the answer you wanted.

"What's his name?" Jeonghan changed the subject, brushing some of his little hairs from his face. You sighed.

"So no on the nanny thing?" you asked. Jeonghan shook his head.

"Even if I could, I wouldn't," he said honestly. Sighing, you watched as Joshua leaned down as well, gently taking hold of the baby's foot that stuck out of the blanket, careful to recover it with the gentleness an angel could provide.

"Ah. Well..." you looked at the duo. "Jisoo."

Immediately, Joshua and Jeonghan's eyes shot up to you. Joshua in particular looked shocked at your comment. He looked back down at the baby, then up to you.

"You're kidding." He gasped. He seemed to think you'd admit to the joke, and reveal the real name. However, you shook your head. Joshua took the next few seconds to take a deep breath. "Please put the child down."

You smiled as Jeonghan offered to hold him for a second, careful not to wake him. Once he was out of your arms, Joshua gripped your hands tightly. He pulled you close. "You're kidding." He repeated again.

"Want to see the birth certificate?" you asked, smiling. Joshua was quick to look at the infant once more as Jeonghan gently continued to hold him.

"When do I get a baby named after me?" Jeonghan pouted.

"Please don't encourage Mingyu to have more kids." You sighed. "Not yet. I can't handle it."

"That doesn't answer my question." He pointed out. "I will be asking."

"He's already mentioned it like twice."

"I'll make him ask a third." You groaned, resting your forehead on Joshua's chest. He laughed a bit, patting your shoulders.

Just then, the door opened, and the three of you looked over. Mingyu stepped in, slipping his shoes off. He was holding two bags in both of his hands, letting out another yawn of exhaustion. "I'm ba-." His greeting was interrupted when he saw Joshua and Jeonghan standing beside you, Jeonghan cradling his son. "What the hell are they doing here at five in the morning?"

"I asked the same thing." You said, turning to Mingyu. He set the bags on the table, rubbing his eyes.

"Is he finally asleep?" he asked. You nodded, motioning to Jeonghan.

"I'm a natural." He said simply. Mingyu chuckled. When made it over, offering you another kiss on your head, he shook Joshua's hand and waved to Jeonghan, who nodded his head in response.

"If you're a natural, then-."

"I already asked." You stated quickly. "No dice."

"Damn." Mingyu chuckled. Jeonghan passed you the baby, making sure he was still sound asleep. "Hopefully, we can get some sleep before he wakes up again."

"I forgot what that feels like." You sighed. You watched as Joshua stared down at the baby, eyes sparkling as he watched the little bundle shift and gurgle in his sleep. You couldn't help but smile.

"Please, don't be strangers." You said. "Come over. All the time, even." You said.

"To nanny?" Jeonghan asked.

"Yes." The new parents pleaded in unison. Jisoo gurgled, threatening a whine as he began to stir, and Joshua reached out, putting a hand on his forehead as Mingyu went to the door.

"We should let you guys sleep then," Jeonghan said when he took a second to look at both of your faces.

"Will you guys be around long?" Mingyu asked. "The others said they're stopping by this afternoon. I'm sure they'd love to see you."

"Jihoon will be there, too." You said. The duo shared a look, contemplating the idea for a minute.

"Sure," Joshua said quickly. "I'm sure that'll be alright." As little Jisoo once again threatened to stir, you sighed.

"Let's get him in bed so we can sleep." You said.

Jeonghan, now knowing they had nowhere to be until later in the evening, took a seat on the couch. "Go to sleep." He said. "I mean you invited us to stay for a while. Go to sleep. We'll watch the little guy." You smirked a bit at the comment.

"But-."

"I don't think Joshua is going to stop staring at him anytime soon." Jeonghan pointed to his friend.

"I absolutely will not." He said simply.

"Go on. Rest up. We can handle a little human baby."

"I'm glad someone can." You said, passing him to Joshua. The transfer caused him to whimper once again, but once Joshua got him in his arms, Jisoo immediately silenced and lulled back into sleep. Joshua looked at Jeonghan, his friend laughing a bit at the way his friend's eyes sparkled. The duo watched as you both shuffled into your bedroom, closing the door. Joshua settled onto the couch, holding the baby in his arms. He looked at Jeonghan.

"This is so much better than getting back into heaven."

"The real reward, hm?" Jeonghan asked in amusement. Joshua nodded. "I'll agree with you there."

🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶So Close Yet So Far🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶

Later in the day, as promised, everyone had gathered to see the little infant in your apartment. Mingyu sat on the floor with Hoshi and Jihoon, watching as the baby rested on his stomach. Hoshi was holding a little tiger toy in his direction, moving it ever so slightly as he encouraged Jisoo to follow it with his eyes.

"Is he even old enough to be able to do that?" Minnie asked.

"He's already a month," Mingyu said. "He should be fine. They say tummy time is good right away." Finally, he scooped the little guy up into his arms, rubbing his back as he nestled into his father's embrace. Hoshi leaned forward, once again trying to get him to look at the tiger toy. When Jihoon leaned forward to help encourage Jisoo, you smiled. "Who is that?" Mingyu asked, pointing to the two individuals huddled close together in hopes of getting Jisoo to look in their direction with eager waves.

You sipped water on the couch, finding a comfortable nostalgia nestled between the two angels, both of them also with a drink in their hand as they watched everyone's attention sit on the baby. When he hiccupped, Mingyu was quick to catch the spit up before it got on his shirt.

"Nice catch." You said, and Mingyu laughed. As everyone continued to chat and interact with the baby, you looked between the two angels sitting on either side of you.

"Are you guys enjoying being back home?" You asked curiously.

"It's nice," Jeonghan said.

"Do you miss it?" You asked curiously. "Being on earth?"

"Mmmm sometimes," Jeonghan said.

"Not enough to stay forever though." Joshua made sure to add, Jeonghan nodding in agreement. He motioned to the duo sitting beside Mingyu on the floor. "He makes it look easy." You looked at Jihoon, who now, instead of waving to the baby, was watching as Hoshi did instead. His hand had gently reached towards Jisoo's as he tried to make a baby tiger paw sign.

"You'll get it one day, little cub." Hoshi nodded.

"Don't call him that," Seungkwan said. Hoshi pouted, looking at Jihoon for the validation Seungkwan had no intention of giving.

"It's cute." He assured Hoshi with a pat on the shoulder.

As the entire room settled into a comfortable togetherness, you allowed yourself time to sit back and just observe. You couldn't remember the last time you had such a nice time watching your friends interact, especially since Jisoo was born. You felt Joshua and Jeonghan loop their arms through yours, looking between them once again. You felt a sense of comfort in the familiar touch, smiling as you nestled close into them. As Mingyu stood up intending to put your son to sleep, he looked over. Immediately an unamused frown formed on his face.

"Even when we're married you're still going to pull this nonsense?" he asked.

Jeonghan nodded. "Absolutely."

"Why do you think we can here in the first place, Kim Mingyu?" Joshua asked a look of disgust on his face that Mingyu would even ask. As you wormed out of their grip, you motioned Mingyu into the nursery.

"Let's go." Closing the door behind you, Mingyu finally set Jisoo into his bassinet, the baby fussing for a minute. He put his hand on the baby's belly, watching as the baby slowly began to soothe himself knowing someone was still nearby. You rested against the side, watching as your son's eyes began to close.

"This might be the best gift you've ever given me." You said, looking up at Mingyu. He immediately returned your glance, smiling though a bit embarrassed.

"Couldn't agree more." He simply said.

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Shoka Had a Hard Life: A NEO TWEWY analysis post

Posting yet another analysis thread from Twitter into a Tumblr format.

In a cast full of interesting and fleshed-out characters, I find Shoka to be one of the most fascinating in how she's written and one thing I find really interesting about her character in NEO TWEWY is how her prickliness serves both to protect herself as a façade and also speaks to real genuine facets of herself and how it doesn’t fully go away like some people would claim.

Throughout NEO, it’s heavily implied that Shoka didn’t exactly have the best life before she had joined the UG, to the point that she would rather stay in the afterlife than go back to her old life. Based off of some of her comments, reactions to Rindo’s insinuations about how she must've hated being a Reaper and was forced into it, and her not being as broken up over Shinjuku compared to others, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that she came from a broken home, one where she was powerless when it came to the choices in her own life.

So much so to the point that she didn’t mind flat out erasure as opposed to going back. However, when she had gained actual control of her life for the first ever, she fully embraced it, going so overboard with her newfound power that she had become a Reaper due to her prowess. In a lot of ways, Shoka shares a lot in common with Joshua in this regard when you consider the backstory he told Neku, with both of them feeling trapped and powerless in their lives and being heavily implied to be suicidal. However, whereas Joshua came to know about the UG through outside means (Hanekoma) and actively chose to put himself into the Game, it’s implied that Shoka didn’t know anything about that life before she had lost her own and when she had come across actual power and the ability to have some actual agency, she jumped onto the opportunity.

The rules of the Shinjuku Games demand that in order to get ahead of life, you have to become brutal and ruthless just to stay alive, which is a mindset heavily inspired by Shinjuku’s focus on business culture and sociality. I think it’s pretty telling that one of the key rules in Shinjuku is that once you're out of being a Reaper, Erasure is your only choice. Not even playing to come back to life, like Beat did in the Shibuya Games, just flat-out Erasure. If you can’t keep up, tough. Much like the original TWEWY's Game, it's a dog-eat-dog world out there.

Because of this, it should come to no surprise that due to a combination of this harsh environment and her own home life, Shoka came to enjoy lording her power and taking out her frustrations on others. You can see this with how she thoroughly enjoys kicking the shit out of Motoi. Not just because she was aware of how he was manipulating Rindo, her best friend (though that’s certainly part of it) but because she was taking out her frustrations after having to deal with her feelings of being caught between said best friend and her found family.

When it comes to children with broken homes, they are prone to imprinting on any adult figure that interacts positively with them and in Shoka's case, this is exactly what she did with the Shinjuku Reapers. Note how the first thing she asks of Ayano after her first day of training with her is for her to never leave Shoka. And at this point, you can hardly blame her. Even with her newfound powers and lease at life (or un-life if you will), she's still a kid amongst adults with loads more experience than she has had at this point of time. And after this, she ends up becoming attached to the Shinjuku Reapers as her newfound family, and she even admits as such to Rindo (except for Kubo because he's a prick.)

This is a very big contrast to how the Shibuya Reapers from the previous game worked, with the majority of them, except for Uzuki, Kariya, and the Def March, all being prone towards stabbing each other in the back if the opportunity presented itself, like Konishi and Kitaniji, Sho and just about everyone, and Kitaniji and the Reapers in general. By comparison, the Shinjuku Reapers all care for one another and its' implied that the rules of Shinjuku's Reaper hierarchy allowed for the Reapers to become less emotionally detached and able to form genuine connections with one another.

You can also see from the way that she snaps at Rindo and Ayano and some of her battle quotes that Shoka has a LOT of pent-up aggression and anger issues bottled up inside, as well as some self-loathing and resentment for when she lets those aspects out.

Combine this with how Ayano likes to gaslight her in an misguided attempt to keep her safe, her friends/family more or less turning away from her to keep up the illusion of the Game, and it’s no wonder that the girl is an absolute mental wreck.

And that's not even getting into her passive suicidal ideation. She has little-to-no regard for her own life unless it concerns that people she cares about and even then, she’ll still toss it away for them. Ayano is possessed and is about to attack the party? Shoka throws caution to the wind, ignoring Rindo’s warnings, and almost gets herself killed. Her reaction to her inevitable Erasure at the end of the week due to her not being a Reaper anymore? She’s more concerned about how it will effect Rindo rather than how she’s going to, well, fade away from existence. Hell, when Shiba offers her a chance to become a Reaper again, she refuses, not wanting spend another moment of her unlife watching life around her pass by. And that's not even getting into how her Telewarp power transports her to high places, usually over the edge of a building...

And even when she does join the Wicked Twisters, she still doesn’t tell Rindo the truth because of what will happen to her at the end of week 3. She didn’t want Rindo to go through the heartbreak of finding out that he got to be with his best friend before she inevitably dies at the end of the week and was content to die without him ever finding out. It was only when Erasure seemed inevitable for ALL of them (which isn’t helped by how the Noise gets stronger with each time jump) in the second-to-last timeline that she goes “fuck it” and tells him the truth.

So, with all of this in mind, it's no fucking wonder that she latches on so quickly to the Rindo and the Wicked Twisters, both as Swallow and her IRL self.

Imagine this; the small new life you've created for yourself after escaping your depressive old one implodes because your boss has seemingly lost his mind and helped blow up your city, one of your friends (Tsugumi) gets lobotomized into a robot and your boss tells you to fuck off instead of telling you why, another friend (Susukichi) gets conscripted to be a fake player all day every day, the boss's best friend (Hishima) has pulled away since he went crazy, the woman who you see as your big sister and has been taking care of you this whole time (Ayano) has to take his place instead, and then there's the creepy old guy (Kubo) you always hated.

You then have to spend every day for years on end supervising a BS game where nothing matters because your boss will just declare his own secret team the winner every time anyway and all you do is supervise the players you've been assigned to and make sure they keep marching into the meat grinder day after day by upholding the lie that they could win the game and escape. Over time, you start to realize you are complicit in the murder of probably hundreds of people all so you can blow up a city and murder millions more. You then lose faith in the mission but have to keep going along with it because no one is willing to betray their old friend even if he's nuts now. Your honeymoon phase with your powers is over because what's even the point when you can only use it on small fry players that can't challenge you at all and your friends have all been pulled away from you and so you probably spend most of your evenings alone.

And your one reprieve from all of this?

Talking to the one online friend that you met through a PokemonGo Clone and giving them some life advice.

Imagine spending some years of your life in a broken home TWICE and then coming across a group of people who not only accept you for who you are but also promise to be there for you no matter what and comfort/stand up for you however they can.

And it’s through their influence that you can see Shoka’s hidden kindness (which was previously hinted at with her interactions with Rindo as Swallow as well as the little ghost Shinjuku girl) shine on through when put into a positive reinforcement environment.

Hell, just compare how she initially reacts to sidequests, from begrudgingly helping out others when on pressed time to jumping onto the chance to help people out.

Of course, none of her issues just end up going away overnight. She still has a lot of she needs to work through but she’s actively trying to improve on herself.

I think the most impressive thing about all of this is that none of these traits feel contradictory. Like a lot of characters in NEO, Shoka is written like an actual human being whose certain personality traits manifest more prominently depending on the context of a situation. Like you and me, they aren't 100% consistent. Their personalities are steady but they react a little differently day to day depending on how they're feeling, in a way that feels genuine. Forgive me if I sound pretentious but the TWEWY devs just get people and how they act.

Shoka in particular is a great look at the effects a positive and/or toxic environment can have on a person and their outlook and I’m legitimately impressed by the level of nuance the writers had when it came to her (and this goes for the NEO cast in general, really) character.

#neo twewy #neo the world ends with you #twewy #the world ends with you #shoka sakurane #shoka twewy #analysis post

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And all I've seen, Since eighteen hours ago / ONCE UPON A TIME AU

This continues the trend of the series 1 finale —> click here to read it

Pairing: Snow!Amelia x Charming!Nikolai, Rumple!Cole x Hook!Jeremy

Extra characters mentioned: Ethan, Liane, Cassie, Bella, Marlene, Melissa etc

Note: I tried my best with this one but i like how it turned out

A/N: I might need new songs for titles very soon 😂

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The streets were full with the dim lighting of the gray skies. The clouds covered each and every square of sunlight that tried to keep entering the town with such intensity just like the people in it.

A light blast waves through the air and past people who were simply walking around, trying to enjoy their day as that sudden explosion of light came through them. A shock wave of smoky memories entered folks from across the streets, as it all came from the hospital where Liane was just woken up from her slumber by her Prince. Ethan, Ace Of Hearts.

Mia was nursing a killer headache with another stroke of Advil, she might as well pass out from the tension on her forehead, that’s when she felt a shocked sensation come across almost immediately dropping her bottle of water.

Memories slowly started to brace for impact like being unlocked from a tightly packed closet. She looked over her shoulder gasping, rushing to swing the door open as the others followed suit.

“Snow?” Liane said with a hush tone, her eyes watered.

“Mal!” She replied rushing to carefully pull her into a gentle embrace.

She smiled at Ethan who winked at her remembering Cassie and watching Belladonna. Her mind was still fuzzy herself from the day she has had, trying to piece together what happened. She listened to Liane and Cassie joked with each other as Bella went to hug mother.

Still being a nurse and noticing herself as Amelia, she caught wind of Liane’s concern placing the patient staff in front of her.

She remembers Cole leaving that staff here for some reason before waking up then left without telling her anything else. She wondered where he headed of to now…

“Col—Rumple, left it here if you believe that. Found it a supply closest of all places.” She added.

“Is it still magic? Am I still magic?” Liane asked with a hopeful hint of wonder in her eyes.

“Uh, no one knows yet. But everyone is waking up. Wait—Nikolai!”

Oh shit her husband?! Amelia quickly tugged off her white coat and went rushing out the door hearing her friends laughter. She yelled at her fellow nurses Judy—who was really one of the knights wives of their land—oh dear god was her head was foggy, that she will be back later.

She raced out of the double doors into the main streets of the town finding people, who were her other friends running around looking for their loved ones, tripping over things.

She found Marlene crashing into her frantically trying to wrap her head around this whole thing and asking for Melissa. Mia blinked saying she’s at the hospital, as the tall brunette thanked her with a hug running over to find her girl.

Amelia—Snow, she walked around wondering if she will find him and her—oh my goodness gracious her son! She placed a hand over her stomach at the feeling started racing back to her body. She remembered a couple of things before passing around back in the enchanted forest, one of them being the last few moments with her son as Jeremy and Nikolai took her to the wardrobe.

Joshua…

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Meanwhile Nik was sitting on the rooftop of his home thinking over his crazy week. From plenty of customers coming to get a tattoo to his kid being kidnapped by his brother. He took him to the hospital a couple hours ago to get a quick check-up after the bomb dropped at home.

Just as he was about to open the bottle of beer in his hand a sudden burst floated past him and crashing down his head. He sucked in a large breath as he moved backwards in his seat, his eyes closed then blinked open looking around confused for a split second. Like a light switch, the memories came pounding down at him.

Both Prince Charming and Princess Charming. Jeremy being Captain Hook, Cole being a wizard of their land, Ethan as Ace Of Heart, Melissa as Belle and the list went on. He was in pure shock and surprised scrambling off the rooftops, down the stairs and into the window that led him into of his loft. He went searching for his jacket then paused as his eyes caught the baby blanket in the hallway behind the wall, inching over his memories start to forward onto that day.

Flashbacks and echoes never wanting to let go. The laughter, the cries, the pain and faces. He reached the edge of living room where he found him sitting on the couch flipping across the tv screen for something entertaining to watch, locking eyes with him.

Joshua. His beautiful boy was now 16 years old with a small bruise of his arm and two tiny cuts on his face. He smiled and nodded sitting down beside him, cupping his face and just held him in his arms. All he wanted to do was apologize for leaving him alone for so many years. His son looked at him oddly as of trying to pick up the piece seeing the glimmer in Nikolai’s eyes.

“You remembered..? Y-you’re awake?” Joshua asked, not knowing weather or not to believe it.

Nikolai just nodded, “Y-yeah, bubba. I’m awake..oh god I am so sorry I didn’t believe any of you kids in the beginning.”

“It’s alright..it’s okay, does that mean everyone else is?”

“Y-yeah, it’s gotta be. You found us. You found really us…oh my god your mom and friends!”

“Mom?”

“I’ll go find your mother and my friends. You go check on the others.”

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The two stood up grabbing their coats rushing out of the loft. Nikolai knew there are so many things he needed to do later on, but his thoughts came rushing down to his wife. Joshua smiled running out the door as a glimpse of hope started to emerge from his eyes noticing the chaos of the streets rushing to find Bella and Ethan. He helped a couple of others that were still trying to desperately find their loved ones.

Rick and Luna were even seen reunited with their family at the diner.

Nikolai went around the corner, searching for his friends as the crowded streets went cold. His mind was running a miles a second faster than his body can handle, noticing couples running into each other’s arms, kids looking for their friends and some of his teammates piling up. He looked over his shoulders to notice the stack of bouncing brown curls in black jeans and top that seemed to be light blue scrubs.

He allowed a breathless smile reach his cheeks and yelled out, “Snow!”

She paused turning her head standing next to the pair of trucks, taking a breath as she muttered, “Charming…”

The two stumbled onto the middle of the streets, falling into each other’s arms. Amelia cupped his face for a split second, as her hands reached to grab the collar of jacket breathlessly taking in his features. His cheekbones were covered with a layer of cold blush and his curls acted a little wild but beloved nonetheless. Nikolai held her close, embracing her touch pushing the short brown layers out of her face, scanning every inch of her face like he was lost in translation and drowning, finding coming up for air.

“I missed you…you found me again..” She said joking softly

“Of course I would.” He responded with a small laugh, “You have you no idea how much I missed you..”

“God, it was right in front of us this whole time.”

“It’s okay. We were just as blinded as they were.”

Without a second thought, the couple pulled the other into a long awaited kiss, every bit of longing was brought into that moment. A hand was placed on the back of Amelia’s neck as they kissed, meanwhile a small hand stayed on Nikolai’s chest.

A small muttering voice was heard causing them to pull apart, reconnecting the very same thought to their son. Joshua stood there awkwardly smiling at his parents who pulled him into a tight embrace, hushing whatever worries or concerns he had. Amelia saw her baby again, that’s all that mattered to her as she kissed his forehead, the same forehead she stitched up a couple of hours ago. She had so many questions and things she wanted to truly know about him. Nikolai rested a hand on his head and pressed a kiss onto his forehead, remembering the last moment they shared together when he was just born, now he had another memory—another chance to rebuild up that list of moments lost.

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On the other side of town, Cole and Jeremy were talking about something, hiking up a hill near the woods. The two reunited in the middle of the streets a couple of minutes ago, telling one another how much they missed their husband very much.

As the two embraced it clicked for Jeremy that his husband he woke up first and didn’t think of waking him afterwards. He wasn’t too upset about it, just questioned how handled waking up to wake up from the curse and didn’t try to knock some sense into him.

Cole was holding his husband’s hand and sighs, “For the last time, I’m sorry for not waking up you up sooner!”

Jeremy softly glared returning the favor of keeping him closed as he responded, “You let me go on for more than a few weeks, under this spell as the most doe eyed husband known to man. With a damn prosthetic hand!”

“Oh hush, you were happy under the curse for years and not taking my ear off! It was kinda funny coming home to you not wearing your leather and red vest.”

“I was wearing blue jeans, flannel and sneakers every day for years. I miss my thick boots..and I love prosthetic hand, but I kinda my hook, babe.”

“I know you will like the flexibility to use both. We’re going to go searching for it in my shop after we’re done. And I’ll take you out to dinner for an apology, I promise.”

Jeremy grinned hearing that part, knowing he more than deserved a whole week alone with his husband now that the curse was over. He knew he has to find their friends afterwards but first he wanted him.

Cole smirked and pressed a kiss to his lips, missing that cheeky grin of his loving man as they reach the wishing well closed to the town. The water of run below are set to have the powers to return what once was lost. Yes there was magic small enough to sprinkle in tiny corners of the town, but not as much as they would like.

They just needed a little more.

Cole let Jeremy to the honors, holding a small bottle of mist that was coated with true loves magical elements. The two were able to take a few flowers from the store across the pawnshop, crush the seeds within to create a misty powder, mixing with the other elements they could find.

It didn’t have to be a lot of magic. A trickle to a certain roar would do enough to breathe life back into the town. Cole rested his head on Jeremy’s shoulder as his husband poured the powder down the well.

They waited for something to take place.

“Nothing happened.” Jeremy said blunted, with a humorous tone.

“Wait for it, love.” Cole added inching for them to take a step back.

A mere two seconds later, a lower misty cloud crawled up the well and out pouring its down the slope of hills and mountains below, seemingly leading itself across town like a light blue sea of fog.

Sometimes the grandest gestures came from all packages. The misty clouds floated over the floor of the buildings and streets catching a slight breeze of attention for everyone. It wasn’t huge, but effective nonetheless.

It was subtle.

The couple grinned at the sight, it was wild and soft whisper. Oh boy were they gonna have a nice dinner tonight.

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The town slowly but steadily noticed the glimmer of light blue smoke that reached above their feet. Even if none of them noticed, others have felt in their bones. Some people felt it quicker than the rest.

Good chance some might’ve gotten the bouncing feeling of magic surrounding them the moment the curse broke and others, the would’ve touched that side of themselves later on.

Liane felt it in her back as she lay across in her hospital bed, Ethan was more than concerned with their friends to notice. Bella noticed something small out of the corner of her eye, so did Cassie.

Alexander was in his office, glancing out the window to notice the blue smoke coming across the streets, he stood there confused then smirked wondering what would happened next.

Citizens of the town looked over their shoulders to notice the mist crawling from the ground like a breeze.

Nikolai’s eye widen grabbing his eye and son’s hands ushering them to somewhere else safer than the middle of the street.

Joshua’s narrow his eyesight as his mother held him close to her chest, watching the smoke start to pour onto the edges of town then slowly disappear. Amelia kept a hand on his head watching the smoke clear, leaning against her husband.

She knew whatever happens next, all that matters is they’re alive and kicking. Weather they have magic or not in these streets…

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Th-th-that’s all folks! Hopefully more will be revealed soon hehe. 😜

Anyways I hope you guys enjoy it, tell me what do you think?

Thank you @missstrawbs2001 for coming on this journey with me! I honestly didn’t expect this to grow and become what it is haha it was originally intended to be a one off thing. 💕 Thank you @gcthvile for creating such amazing content to bounce of off, I love your work and taking time to explore this universe of storytelling 💘

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Assorted Doctor Iceberg Headcanons and Trivia Part 1.

Hi, this is my mega-list of headcanons, theories and general trivia for Iceberg part one! These are based on a mix pseudo-memories (IRL/DA shit dw abt it), dreams and general headcanons.

Below the cut are the long winded list for easy view. Idm inspiration but please don't steal them since as said most of it is based on memories that are very real to me thank you! /gen.

i. Iceberg's full name is Joshua-Ellis Tyler Gills, his name "deadname" being Ellis, but he still enjoyed being called it so he decided to add it apart of his newer name of Joshua, thus it becoming hyphenated. His middle name was something he gave too himself as he is a massive fan of Tyler. The Creator.

ii. He grew up in a small town in Florida, USA. But was born somewhere else during a trip his mother and father was on. He was born in a hospital in Chicago.

iii. Iceberg always had poor eyesight, this was made worse when his anomaly kept freezing his tears which would often stab him in the eyes- this rendered Iceberg to having poorer vision and only really being able to cry in showers, and learn how to bottle everything up. Do Not Cry. Thankfully the prescription he has no allows him to see, but due to factors his vision is considerably a lot worse than for example: Doctor Glass and/or Kondraki, etc.

iv. During his time in the military he was sent on the field a good few times, and Iceberg was great and experienced with both a gun and knowledge in explosives to the point where his behavior grew concerning, enjoying blowing shit up a little too much and very much excited when the enemy stepped on an explosive device he modified. This grew to a level where he was forced to stay the military base instead, which his efforts were put to use. He helped researched on a cryogenics stasis chamber, designing it and overall helped on the engineering of it. But one thing led to another, an argument broke out and Ice was pushed inside the untested chamber. And there he was frozen in time. Who knows how many days if not weeks passed by before the stasis chamber started to malfunction, waking Ice up and exploding. Of course, Iceberg survived, but wasn't left without being injured with burn scars and frostbite and of course earning his anomaly.

v. Iceberg's anomaly itself wasn't an instantaneous affair; rather it slowly became more and more apparent after the incident. It was first just that Iceberg feeling cold and stiff, those who touched his body felt coldness of someone whose been outside on a winters day with little to no protection. Over time this anomaly advanced further his once nominal body temperature of 37 would drop significantly to -7, where it remains today.

vi. To expand on his anomaly Iceberg cannot control it meaning yeah nah he doesn't have "Elsa powers" or anything like that - the most that can happy is when he's really sad and low it can seem like he's getting colder. While he can drink water he has to have it lukewarm, if not he sticks to coffee, varied flavors of soda and sadly has to have lukewarm showers to prevent burning and freezing. Ice does not enjoy it he wants to eat and drink normally like he used to but alas his anomaly is a massive hindrance.

vii. Speaking of Sodas: Iceberg's favorite soda is Pepsi Cola, Coke-Cola and Monster Energy drinks. He used to be a fan of sprite but now it just tastes too bubbly.

viii. Would it surprise anyone when I say Iceberg is a bit of a gamer? No? Okay! He is mostly a fan of the Grand Theft Auto series enjoying San Andreas, IV and V the most though. He has played a few of the Call of Duty, Assassins Creed, and RDR games. And you know what? He also enjoys the Sims and Animal Crossing but its a guilty pleasure since he is a manly man and can't be caught playing such!

ix. Now is there any mental soup stuff with Iceberg? Yes! Due to his childhood (explained more in part 2) which he honestly cannot remember Ice dissociates, has C-PTSD, schizophrenia (Hebephrenic type)*. As well as being hypersexual due to trauma.

x. Finally for part 1 of this so it isn't too long. Um. A list of theme songs, or songs that I think generally vibe with Iceberg but I don't consider themes. Some he probably listens to himself. (listen to it here! hyperlink to spotify) please be aware some songs describe sex, drugs/alcohol, suicide, some may contain swears and the like).

#dr iceberg #doctor iceberg #dr iceberg scp #doctor iceberg scp #scp #scp foundation #headcanons #scp headcanons #joshua-ellis iceberg #scp fanart #fanart #cosmo speaks #cosmohause #cosmohause art #my art #digital art

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sweaterkittensahoy · 1 year

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RWRB Prompt: Henry introduces Alex to Lord John Marbury. Alex is NOT prepared for this.

"Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz!"

Is what Alex hears before he is suddenly grabbed and spun and hugged by someone with a particularly bony ribcage and a pair of reading glasses on a chain that digs into Alex's collarbone.

"Uh--" is as far as Alex gets before he is thrust backwards with the sort of velocity of the most terrifying of Texas grandmothers (he has two; he is very intelligent on this subject) and finds himself a gangly arms' length from a man in a royal-conservative pinstriped suit, a red (no pattern) tie, and a white shirt that has a line of spatter down the front that Alex clocks as tea, not coffee because he is now very familiar with the way tea stains a white shirt due to Henry being Henry.

"Hi," Alex says. Staring at the man who also has the grip of terrifying Texas grandmothers and is smiling at him like a favored child.

Except Alex doesn't know who the fuck this guy is.

"Um," Alex says, trying to stop himself from saying exactly that. "Who the fuck are you?"

(He's gonna wake up tomorrow to Zhara leaning over his bed holding his kneecaps in one hand.)

The man throws back his head and laughs. He has a very long neck and a lot of hair that seems to like to move every which way as he moves, and when he meets Alex's eyes again, there's a downright twinkle and warmth in them that Alex recognizes immediately.

"Lord John Marbury," the man says, finally releasing Alex's shoulders to give a little bow. "At your service, Sir."

"Oh holy shit," Alex says in a rush.

Lord John Marbury grins wickedly and looks around Alex. "And where is my beloved baby cousin?"

"Punch bowl," Alex says, waving behind him, unable to look away now that he knows who he's looking at. Henry's cousin. Lord John Marbury. Who's been an Ambassador in several countries and loudly queer the whole time. And who is sporting a full beard which makes him look completely different and is NOT in any of the photos Henry's ever shown Alex.

"Lovely!" Lord John Marbury says and saunters away, slapping Alex on the back hard enough he actually stumbles a little.

Alex straightens and runs his hands down his jacket to smooth any wrinkles as he gets his bearings again. His brain short circuits when another man comes walking towards him. White-haired instead of dark-haired like he was in his younger days (Alex definitely hasn't looked up old photos for most of his fucking life), but still moving like he's about to start a fight.

"Mr. Claremont-Diaz," the man greets, holding out his hand. "Joshua Lyman. Did I just see my husband accost you?"

"Uh-huh," Alex manages, shaking Josh Lyman's hand on reflex. "I didn't know you two were on the invite list for this party."

"We weren't sure we'd make it back from Hong Kong in time," Josh says. "Which way did he--"

"HENRY!" comes a roar that works through the crowd with ease.

"COUSIN JOHN!" Henry replies, just as loudly, and this time Alex stumbles because who is THIS Henry so excited he's dropped every manner he has?

"Lead the way?" Josh Lyman asks.

"Sure," Alex says. "And call me Alex. I know these royal-types gets stuffy about titles, but I'm just a Texas kid."

Josh Lyman laughs and gives Alex a knowing look. "Right," he says, "And I've got a bridge to sell you."

Alex chuckles and leads the way through the crowd to help his fellow American collect his own Brit.

#i mean of course it was gonna be marman #rwrb #west wing #josh lyman/john marbury #alex/henry #john would absolutely be henry's favorite cousin age gap or not #because john would have been loudly clear since thatcher at least #ask #answer #prompt fill

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wonusite · 1 year

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So while I attempt to get myself together (turns out work is tiring and makes your brain turn to mush while thinking about Joshua), here's a list of nerd!shua headcannons I have in no particular order:

Sloppy kisses. Not only are you and Josh constantly all over each other in public (PDA and you two are basically synonymous at this point) but it's sloppy, there's tongue and spit and touching and grinding and on campus security has definitely had their fair share of stern talking to's with you (you're actually their least favourite to break up too, since it always takes a minute or two for you to break for air and they just have to stand there and wait for you to acknowledge their existence please for the love of God will you guys just get a room holy shit)

Gifting each other a Lovense Lush and a Lovense Gush for the first year anniversary <3 presentations, tournaments, study group sessions, suddenly everything becomes a lot more interesting. I can see josh being so so so mean to you and making you cum and cum and cum until you're so sensitive and overstimulated you're in tears. On the flip side, you edge the shit out of poor little Joshie. His cum is all yours to touch, taste and play with. If he's not making a mess out of you, he's not getting release period.

Moving in together!!! Y'all are so in love that by the time the next year comes around, you don't see the point in living separately when you spend almost every waking moment together and have literally slept in the same bed every single night since you started dating. You can never get enough of your cute little nerd, and now that you live together? You never have to, ever again. He's yours to keep and hold and love forever (at least until the lease ends and you guys have to figure out living arrangements again LOOOOOL)

Also, continuing on with the living together headcannon, previous tenant left behind a bed frame for you guys (score!). Unfortunately, the old Ikea bed frame can't really take the uh, impact, of the activities you get up to, especially not at the frequency of your bedroom activities. You and Josh learn a valuable lesson about investing in sturdy furniture after the fiasco (spoiler: bed collapsed mid-fuck. Unsurprisingly, it didn't stop you guys and you kept at it until you both came)

So!! Much!! Soft!!! Pure!!! Love!!! Although you're horny and fuck pretty much constantly (are we surprised? No. Are we disappointed? Depends on how much studying you were trying to get done that day HWBSJWJSJ) there's that underlying softness of that established relationship and mutual feelings. The sex is good and it feels amazing, but nothing hits quite like the love bitten smiles early in the morning over a hot cup of coffee before school, the way you nestle your head right under his chin before you fall asleep for the night, the domesticity of shua backhugging you while you cook dinner, the soft humming of Sunday morning in your ear as you're trying to make sure the garlic doesn't burn. It hits you all at once one random Tuesday afternoon that this? This is heaven. This is everything you've ever wanted in your life and you've never, ever felt so loved and cared for before. If you could spend the rest of your life just living in domestic bliss with the cute nerd from your calculus class, you would never have another complaint. Joshua is undoubtedly the love of your life, and having him by your side makes your heart feel so, so full

Josh being a TA of a class and you sucking his dick under the desk while he holds office hours. You started entertaining yourselves because usually no one stops by (especially for not prickly little Josh. He's polite, sure, but it always feels like the vibes are off when they ask him for help. The students are scared to piss off the person that grades their exams) but for some reason, there's a pesky little brunette that ALWAYS seems to come by asking for help every single week after Josh wore a particularly tight t-shirt to class one day (though you can't blame her, his tits are to die for). The first time you sucked him off while he was explaining a question to her, you did it because you were ticked off that some first year thought they could come in and sweep your boyfriend off his feet. The following times it's because your dirty little exhibitionist boyfriend cums so incredibly hard at knowing that 1) he could be caught at any moment and 2) you're so possessive over him

Pegging. No explanation needed. It's just hot to think of Josh's sparklikg eyes filled with tears because you're fucking him so good

First I love you coming after an epiphany after a fight (this is gonna be a separate ask because I've thought about it a little too hard oops I'm mentally ill what else is new)

You being soooo annoyingly in love with your boyfriend that you become THAT girl to all your friends. Omg wait did I also tell you that Josh plays gui- Guitar and he serenades you with Sunday Morning every single Sunday morning? Yes Y/N you have now shut the fuck up holy shit

You meet his mom and on paper, you're the absolute perfect girlfriend. Smart, pretty, sweet, outgoing, so caring and so in love with his darling son. She doesn't know what a vixen you are and how you've corrupted her sweet little boy, but it's okay. Even though he doesn't have his virtue anymore, you'll make sure he's nice and taken care of

Joshie needs at least 1 (one) kiss on the lips from you every single time you see each other, no exceptions. You haven't said your proper hellos to each other if you haven't had your kiss. One time you forgot and Josh gave you the cold shoulder for a week. He takes this very seriously, don't try him.

Proposes the day of convocation to celebrate the end of one chapter of your lives together and the beginning of a new one <3

#listen you ATE #i’m literally foaming at the mouth #this was so cute #and hawt #this was everything and i’m never getting over it #ask #thatgirlfromwindsor

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👄 + jo

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" oh you mean the love of my life? the guy who came in and literally tore down any self doubt i have? the one who pushes me into following my dreams and goals? where do I even begin with joshi kraus . he means far more to me than words can even cover. " there's a small hum that came from the brunette as she leaned forward , lips forming into that typical bright smile she gave at any mention of the midfielder who she was planning to marry. " but before i gush about how much i love him and how every single day , he's the one person aside from jess and alex that i know will never leave me . . . , let's talk about the joshua kraus on the pitch. while i admire every single player on the team ( they're my boys, family basically ) , no one has the amount of determination, and strive that josh has. he's stubborn... but in the good way. and he never lets the team down. and i know for a fact – he gives it his all every single time on the field. even my own cousin , alex says that. this includes practice. it's super admirable and honestly, i can't get why he gets the critisim he does from fans and the media. i mean , everyone though gets it but, he's always singled out. bright side though , he rarely lets it get to him. which is super great and i know isn't easy. i simply love how he takes all that negativity shit he gets , and proves everyone who doubts him, wrong. last week was a fine example of that. i'm not saying all of this just because i'm his girl. it's the truth. and something you can ask his teammates about. especially alex and nik. both know him very well. "

and now onto her being such a simp. " not a day passes that i can't thank alex enough for being the cupid . both of us being far too nervous to talk and make any sort of move. and here we are . making one another better. and i can truthfully say, jo makes me better. from being gentle with me , all the way to his full on support of me in grad school, my work and even show jumping. which means a lot because , i've never had that kind of support outside of alex. but jo has made every effort he can to be at my side. and he's done a damn good job at it. he's possibly the most open i've been with anyone. i mean , the whole marriage and kids thing? not something i thought about until recently . and we're both on the same page with that. he makes me happy though. so so happy. but also drives me insane at the same time. for multiple reasons and he knows. which he tends to get a good laugh out of how frustrated i get. i love him though and everything about him – no doubt , so much. and i'm very lucky to have such a perfect guy in my life. "

#m1dfielder #that girl loves him so much #𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 ; 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐞 ╲ ( davina & jo )

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turquoiselover-99 · 1 year

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Flufftober Day 8

I'm a couple days behind, but no biggie. I can catch up... i hope.

Rain came down in sheets outside the window, droplets sliding down the balcony doors and pooling on the concrete outside, turning it dark and slick.

Inside the O’Connell residence, though, it was warm and dry, the occupants content to ignore the storm outside in favor of being in each other’s presence—and to have some fun of their own.

“You’re not winning again.”

“You sure about that, babe?”

“It’s statistically impossible! No one can be this good at a card game!”

“I was in Vegas for a few years, and I am banned from five different casinos for my skills.” Joshua glanced at his cards, then smirked at his partner and laid them down, “Read ‘em and weep.”

Carlos stared at the full flush, and groaned, throwing his two pairs down, “That’s it, I give up. No more.”

To the side, Allie giggled, and reached for the cards to shuffle them, while Joshua reached for the pot and started munching on a pretzel.

“You up for a game of pool, Uncle Carlos?” Allie asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Madre di Dios—hell no. That’s worse! How do you two do it?!”

“Practice.”

“Luck.”

Joshua and Allie looked at each other and shared a grin.

“I’m getting another drink,” Carlos grumped, uncurling his legs and climbing to his feet. He grabbed his mug of coffee, “Why did I decide to play games with you two?”

“Because you love us and there was no way you were going outside in this,” Joshua pointed towards the balcony doors. On cue, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky; there were a few beats of silence, before the crash of thunder followed, sending vibrations through the floor.

Carlos grimaced, “Yeah, no kidding.” Then, he left the duo to get himself a refill.

Joshua followed just a few seconds later with his own mug, and a sheepish look.

“We can find something else to do, if you want,” the writer offered, “Maybe a movie?”

“No, querido, I’m fine,” Carlos assured, “I’m just at a loss on how you keep winning.”

“Again, Vegas.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, pausing with his mug halfway to his lips as thunder boomed again. He winced.

“Not a fan of storms?”

“Nope.”

Joshua hummed and sipped his refill. After a moment, he looked at Carlos.

“You know what storms remind me of?”

He had Carlos’s attention, the brunet cocking a curious eyebrow.

“When we stopped dancing around each other and got our shit together,” Joshua admitted; Carlos blinked, realizing that Joshua was right—things had come to a head between them during a storm, not unlike this one.

“Huh,” Carlos mused. “How long has that been, now?”

“Three years.”

“… that’s it?”

“… don’t you dare tell me it feels longer.”

“Shorter, actually.”

“Huh,” Joshua blinked, surprised, then smiled fondly at the agent. “Feels just right, to me.”

Carlos chuckled and leaned over to catch Joshua’s mouth in a chaste kiss. Distantly, the rain continued to pound against the windows, faint rumbles of thunder vibrating the floor. Carlos pulled back to press his and Joshua’s foreheads together.

“You know what, querido? I think you’re right.”

#flufftober2023 #flufftober #day eight #original work #original characters #my characters

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sincelastsession · 3 months

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Joshua I called a ton of places today.

I even called HUD but had to hang up because the lady was snappy.

I need to move soon. This apartment is no longer conducive to my sanity and due to recent events like having to call BRPD and having some Latino guy threaten me in Spanish because I was stepped on my balcony and saw them hopping the fence...like they didn't live here I said nothing dude flipped out, the tiny Latino mother had to drag him away.

Earlier in the day two other families that don't live here were loud as hell hopping the fence...I called the office

They don't care as apparently "You're the only one who calls." Which isn't true.

My neighbor calls but she doesn't as frequently because of the fact her apartment layout doesn't get terrible noise.

Regardless this is nuts. I've been here 5yrs and it's been more insane than it ever has been at this complex.

I don't want to break no contact till I we figure out if that's safe but I really want to call my dad crying

This is too much for my brain.

I'm TIRED.

I'm so sick of this.

If the house wasn't filled with shit and my mom's house wasn't filled to the ceiling with boxes and literally all her rooms are full and she sleeps in a chair because she's paranoid she'll die laying flat.

So I can't live in my old mother in law suite because it's got holes in the ceiling and walls and has been sealed off for 8yrs with the cat boxes in front of it

Can't stay with mom even if I could get a room cleared out because of Esteban who I refuse to be around

I'm sick of my mom being so lonely and whining about how bad her life is. I'm sick of my dad doing the same

They don't care about me. They want me to go back to shutting up because of money

It's always money and never "hey our daughter is having hell how can we help her?"

But it's hard to talk to these people because they don't believe me they really don't seem to understand how my conditions are symptoms or whatever you want to call it works they don't understand that my brain doesn't work like theirs they don't understand anything I've told them because they don't want to listen to me and they Only Want To hear it from a professional and Even If the professional tells them that Sometimes they're like thinking that they somehow Know Better

Like my psychiatrist literally told me I needed to move and gave my mom some recommendations of places that were quiet and safe and she sent the places to my dad and he replied with oh is the psychiatrist a fucking realtor is he going to help her find an apartment and pay for it

And he just thinks I'm full of shit but he has not seen or been around any of it

He doesn't even know when I'm having APTSD episode or how to help me calm down or interact with me he just starts screaming at me which makes it worse

And my mom does the same shit she's a fucking charger nurse at a psychward and she does not do anything super kind like she pacifies certain patients but she can't even treat me that way and it's fucked up

I just need to move I don't know where the fuck to go I don't know where is safe enough for my parents and safe enough for me because even if I find a place it looks perfect they freak out because it's too much money or if it is the right price it's in a bad area so nothing I do is correct and it just feels like they're playing another game with me about well if you can't agree to live where we find then you get nothing at all and it's like they haven't even looked except for one place and that place is an apartment complex that is definitely worse than here From what I have heard from other people who have lived over there in the crime rate and the swat team sheriff that I have spoken Who said hell no don't go live over there

So I am at a loss of what to do and I feel like I'm going to lose my fucking mind soon if I don't get out of here

Like I'm kind of at the point where I don't know if offering to just empty my bank account and hand the cash to my father will fucking help anything or if he's just gonna be a Dick no matter what

And my mom was supposed to be helping but now she has new fantastic bills to pay because she ran up her credit cards and my father is also bitching about bills because he ran up his credit cards because he made stupid choices that led him to have his credit cards ran up

And I don't even have a credit card I have my debit card and I live on like $943 a month maybe Actually less than that because I generally keep 3 to $400 in case I need to bring one of the cats to the vet

I haven't even been able to leave my apartment and go to the fucking grocery store because I can't concentrate to make a grocery list and go and I can't go by myself and no one is available to go with me or talk to me on the phone while I shop and it's really nerve-racking in in ordering groceries sent me in to a crying fit yesterday because I couldn't order them because I took so long that they couldn't be delivered till today and then I ended up deleting the whole cart and sobbing and luckily I do have some food but This is not good Because I'm so hyper vigilant and I'm constantly in free state it's impossible for me to get myself moving to do productive things like leave my apartment and get groceries and other necessities of things I've run out of that I need to clean with and I need to get moving boxes

And I just I really hope that my parents aren't pulling another bullshit on me because II can't do this I cannot continue to be tortured by people

Like trying to call the housing people was hell like I was so nice and they were so rude and I tried to explain to them that I was disabled and they just don't care they don't need to be working jobs that they don't enjoy it's fucked up it's not fair

Like why do veterans get housing so easy and people like me can't I've been through worse I would rather have gone to war andstected bodies then dealt was what I've been through I'm so serious

So incredibly serious I would rather have been shot at in active combat then deal with all the crap I've been through because it's pretty much everything but active combat that I've had to deal with

I mean it's really that much

So why don't they have residential places for people like me or can I bamboozle my way into veteran saying so I have some more safe to live

Like what are my options and can we have a session at some point soon where we can do some homework and find somewhere for me to live because I am so scared I'm gonna end up having Just constant PTSD episodes and get worse I'm terrified that I'm going to lose touch with reality at some point because it's just getting worse and worse and I don't want to go to an inpatient facility.

Like I'm not a danger to myself or others currently but I don't know what's going to happen if I have to continue enduring loud bullshit while in a massive flare

Also I need to move because my hip and my knee and my entire right leg and body are killing me and my back is fucked up and no one takes that seriously like I can show them the damn imaging and they still don't understand that I'm in severe pain I just don't cry and wine and bitch about it anymore because no 1 cares

I just Try to block it out if I have no medicine

Like it's kind of comparable to disassociation I don't know how I do it but sometimes my brain can block out a large amount of pain without aid but it is really hard to manage when my PTSD is on fire and so my pain is worse and I am so tense and the crying is not helping that and this is just shit

So yeah I could really use some help I don't know what the fuck to do with my parents and they're bullshit I don't know how to magically get financially stable and away from them

I don't even know if salvaging any of these relationships is possible or if it's going to help anything or make it worse

I would love to see if I can get my answer uncles on the phone and see if they would be willing to sit in on a session and hear what you have to say about me because they don't believe me or understand me at all and I feel that they hold grudges for shit I don't even know what I did to them likeOr if my dad just spun stories about me

Like my aunt told me to leave her alone and never contact her again after I just asked her for help understanding some sort of account that my dad was bitching at me about that I didn't get

And she's worked for JPMorgan and other banking places says she would have known the answer and I can't possibly think that she decided to just go no contact with me because I asked about that

But she's a billionaire with several horse ranches and horses that cost more than houses here

And my first cousin who's a piece of shit got money to build his own house and they're so proud of him When he literally does nothing

And then on my mom's side I have another first cousin and he's in New York learning accounting and my aunt and uncle are in Arizona and there's super duper religious you need Jesus Catholics and they think smoking weed even for medical is bad and say thanks that I'm lazy and irresponsible and all this other shit and they know exactly how my parents act And they don't do anything to help me they don't reach out they don't offer for me to come visit nothing

They might listen to me or Talk to me on the phone for A Little While but otherwise they just Don't understand the Gravity of the situation or Care and I Don't Know what else to do

Like on my dad's side I have an older aunt but she's probably at the edge where she's going to be in a nursing home soon and I don't know what to do Because she is very stoic and she gives very short sharp answers and I don't know if she's drinking again or not but she's like in her 80s I think at this point so I probably shouldn't even bother her

And then my uncle that is a priest that is retiring in 2 weeks is drunk as hell and I can't even talk to him but he has a place in Biloxi that has 2 extra bedrooms andIt did drunkenly tell me that I could visit with him as long as I could deal with his cigarette smoke and I told him I didn't care and I would love to come visit if I had the chance and I don't even know if he remembers the phone call

Because yea alcoholism runs in the family

Surprisingly I don't have it I can drink like a normal person and then not drink

I don't know what to do I just feel really hopeless today

I needed to get so many things done this week and I accomplished it feels like nothing

I haven't even been able to clean up my fucking apartment because I'm so stressed out that I can't really move from where I end up sitting or standing or laying down I just freeze up and stand there or sit there or lay there for hours

About the only thing I can do is get my ass up and go get a burger and go to therapy right now and that's aggravating to me because yeah it's good I can get to therapy but I should be having this much trouble doing simple shit that I didn't have issues with before

And I don't think my parents quite understand how bad this is and they don't even know what to do because they don't even think about what they could do to help me they really don't they just do the bare minimum bullshit and I'm their daughter I'm their daughter by blood

And they care more about my sister they always have because she's the healthier one And she's engaged and she's the baby and she's the fucking golden child she can do no wrong even when she attacks me everybody gets tired of me talking about it but I can't quit going over it because it's still fresh

And no one understands this

Like I need someone to explain to my parents what kind of agony I am going through because they don't get it

I have been unable to explain it to them like a neurotypical person would

And they think that I'm a manipulative person that would have liked tricked you or something which I know damn well that that's not really possible Because I'm sure you work with people and so much that you can spot the bullshit. Also why in the world would I do that. Like my parents have thought that I have been manipulating therapist my entire life and they made me quit seeing people because they thought they were taking my side not theirs when I was younger and now it's just fucking chaos I can't fucking live in the stupid place unless it comes down.

I've tried to get my parents to look at some places in Spanish town because that would be OK because it's not very loud over there and I know there's some apartments that are affordable or they had some at some point that were

I mean basically what I'm looking for is a 2 bedroom flat or standalone property with a in unit washer and the ability to have my esa cats square footage I don't know if I care anymore but I was hoping for like at least 900 and something square foot

At this point at 37 I wish I could marry for the convenience and run the fuck away from my family or be legally adopted by someone who wants to help but that's insane to have to think about as options

I'm about to cry. I just want quiet and sleep and to function.

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pokemon-teacology · 9 months

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Woah! It's been a while, sorry about that.

Small update on my life: I finished the semester at paldea a little under two weeks ago, has the finale of my DND campaign, the trainer season took it's pause for the winter a week early, I got back to Galar, and now I'm relaxing for the holidays!

So here's one final update on the past few weeks of official trainer battles in Galar.

Last we left off, the kiddos had just beaten their respective gym leader in Stow-on-Side, the pink kid had just toppled over the huge mural, and another, arguably better statue was revealed in its place.

My sources (Sonia inforumping to me at 3am several nights in a row) tell me that the statue depicts two ancient Galarian kings, as well as two canine looking pokemon. I haven't gotten super great pictures from online, but I sent hop on a mission to take a closer look for me before all the tape and barriers were put up, and I can confirm that their teeth suggest that these Pokémon are dog-like in nature, and were likely obligate carnivores.

Very cool, so instead of it being one king it was two, and they each had a Pokémon that worked alongside them to end the darkest day.

(context for anyone unaware: the darkest day was a time over 3,000 years ago where a great storm blackened the sky and turned the sun red. The story I grew up with was that a hero faced the storm and defeated the malevolent spirit that was controlling it, thus ending the darkest day and saving the region. There's evidence to suggest that the darkest day actually lasted about a month, and caused a famine and fucked with our plant life, but that may have been humanity's doing, since the soils we were planting on that year were already not suitable for what we were trying to grow.)

Anyway, post-statue revealing, the kiddos made their way through the glimwood tangle, though it took a while for thrm to figure it out.

However! That allowed enough time for a new and interesting face to make himself known!

Okay this guy, I hate him so much. His name is Joshua, stereotypical galar name for a dickhead. His introductory interview revealed that he's the son of a manager of one of Marco Cosmos' biggest offshoots, so this guy is new money, no sense. He was so rude to the gentleman interviewing him, too :(

So Joshua flew through the first few gyms easily because, get this, the Pokémon he trains aren't even his! He paid to get someone to train the Pokémon he wanted for him. He's got a full team of six. His team consists of Lucario, Gyarados, Luxray, infernape (he's not even from sinnoh fr, he dropped mid-convo that he had some of them "imported" like they're a crate of fruits or something), Milotic, and a sharpedo. Lots of water-types, lots of dark types, all Pokémon that are known for either their violence, or their need for a strong bond with their trainer.

Which leads to the funniest possible way this guy's trainer career could have started out: none of his Pokémon will listen to an arcdamn thing he says. He's so smug in his interviews and downright mean to service folks in public (there are videos online of him yelling at waitstaff and baristas) but his Pokémon have Zero respect for him, and will sit there and do the exact opposite of what he says most of the time.

It's great.

He's managed to just about get through the first three gyms by himself, but his Pokémon (namely the lucario) refuse to fight against Bea, since they have too much respect for her, and none of them want to fight Alistair either, since he's just a kid. So they just on-camera sit down and don't do anything, or they'll ignore his commands and just play with the other Pokémon. It's so embarrassing, it's great. Finally, there's a guy whose downfall I can cheer for.

Carl is somehow still going strong! He's managed to catch a ditto that refuses to transform and, I shit you not, an unown. This man has a question-mark shaped unown that only knows hidden power and flies around like a toddler on a sugar high asking what everything is called.

I swear to arc this man has the strangest main-character energy I've ever seen. It's like he's the sole character in a slapstick comedy, like the world changes and melds its predetermined rules just to mess with him and make his life harder. It's great, he's great. He's still as unconfident in his abilities as ever, but his other Pokémon (the shuckle that stalls its way to victory and the togepi that only ever uses metronome) are doing great, the togepi is now a togetic which is rad! Brandy's been watching with me still, which has been really nice. I'll miss meeting up every week while I'm gone :(

The kids ended up just about not reaching Ballonlea by the time the gyms closed for thr half-seadon, unfortunately, same with a lot of other contestants, since everyone planned to be there by he last week, but they stopped the season early. So, to make up for that, Opal is planning a more major event for the season to start up again in March. She always does weird little competitions independent of the gym challenge during the holidays, anyway, so the trainers will at least have something fun to do.

They got back a few days ago for the holidays, and it was great to see them again :)

I figured out what to get Leon as a gift, too. It's,,, kinda lame though so I'm,,, debating whether or not to actually give it to him.

I think that's everything interesting??? I've been around, babysat my cousins, my Pokémon have been doing great, though they're not a fan of the wetter weather here. They'll be Okey though, they've been staying inside and helping my mother decorate for the holidays. Ralter and Flambé have had some... Tension. I'm not sure if it's the smaller sized house or being back home or what, but I have a feeling they're going to explode at one another soon, so I'm going to do my best to quell that before it happens.

I've been sticking to that plan I made a few months back to spend assigned days with each of them individually, which has been great for us all. The two troublemakers have been getting along... Better recently. But still not Great.

But it's fine! It's Christmas, I've got wrapping to do, we're going to eat so much good food and spend time with our loved ones, it's going to be great.

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #unreality #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokemon #pokeblogging #pkmn #the ralter and flambè saga #the flambè and ralter saga #christmas in galar!#trainer challenge commentary #trainer challenge #galar trainer season #tea and brandy

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the-composer · 4 years

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anon asked: If exorsists are for banishing demons who have possessed a human body, then what type of individual would be adept to banish a GOD from a human body?

❝ No such thing exists because no one in their right mind would--or should--even think of banishing a god who has chosen them. What you’re actually looking for is called adorcism. ❞

#answered #(just another day of joshua being full of shit)

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applesooyoung · 2 years

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NSFW! SUB!SVT BEING NEEDY

Genre: Smuff (Smut + Fluff lol)

A/N: No gifs or pics of individual members due to media limit but enjoy cute jeonghan as header hehet | GN!reader

Warnings: Adult and suggestive stuff not gonna list them all cuz we'll take the whole day when I list all

{Now playing: Kiss Me More — Doja Cat ft. SZA}

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⩩ Seungcheol —

He's very vocal abt it. end of the discussion. Although, sometimes he's quite hesitant when telling you what he really wants but most of the time he's comfortable just telling you what he wants. He's very polite too! He understands your reasons really well so overall, best boy Cheol </3

⩩ Jeonghan —

Contrary to what I said about Scoups, Jeonghan is blunt like he would just straight up tell you what he wants whenever, wherever he wants. Like you could be in a subway full of people and he'd just whisper to you to jerk him off there without any trace of shame on him. Oh, and he will also brat the shit out of you if he didn't get what he wants.

⩩ Joshua —

Even tho he's very extraverted in nature, he's very quiet and introverted when the curtains were closed so he's really shy about what he wants especially if what he wants might upset you or you might reject what he wants. Shua is one of the goodest boys out there but as I said, he's shy abt it even though you two are technically dating for like centuries now so he takes the matter into his own hands that is why sometimes you catch him "bratting"

⩩ Junhui —

Brat pt. 2 but he's the type of brat that would get scared/shy when you actually fight back against his brattiness if you catch my drift lol. Like for example, he'd test your patience by misbehaving while you're having an important meeting w/ ur boss then you'd grab his length, and BOOM! His cocky facade would be nowhere to be found.

⩩ Soonyoung —

Believe it or not, he'd actually bottle his arousal and would rather not tell you. We all know how loud Hoshi could be I mean, he's a walking subwoofer I am so sorry. He's really shy when it comes to intimate stuff so he doesn't talk about it. Although what he does once in a full moon is show his neediness by innuendos and actions but that's about it.

⩩ Wonwoo —

Another shy angel but he's the worst of them all because he never talks- HE NEVER SPEAKS AT LEAST 1 WORD ABOUT IT. At this point, studying him should be a major because damn, he never tells you when to help him but honestly, you just grew with it... You just know a needy Jeon Wonwoo when he starts to get quiet.

⩩ Jihoon —

Tbh, you don't really know.......? He's inconsistent with his communication about intimacy. One day, he'd straight up tells you what he wants then act "needy" in front of you just to say he's just tired, he's a pandora's box. Even tho he's been like that to you, you still love him the most.

⩩ Seokmin —

He's a mama's boy to you which he seems to agree to! This ray of sunshine just tells you everything because he knows you'll love and take care of him very well so he has no issues asking you to help him out politely. One thing, he's also the type to ask you embarrassed like he'd ask you to help him then he'd be a blushing mess and covers his face it's just uitfgkhhrerjtrtgm5rt-

⩩ Mingyu —

He's like DK tbh, he loves it; he likes being spoilt by you. The only difference is when you give him the sign that you'll help him out, he's the one initiating the action and doing what he pleases but still giving you authority and control over him. As a thank you gift for taking good care of him, he'd return the favor to you makes you feel good too sometimes so it's mutual.

⩩ Minghao —

Depends on his mood, actually. If he's on a good day, he'd politely ask you but when his day is not that good, he'd be a brat and a giant tease to you. He could be shy about it one day and then send you a pic of him wearing your panties while using a vibrator the next... It's hot to be honest because there's a toy waiting for you at home, waiting for you to just ruin.

⩩ Seungkwan —

He's like Cheol but he hints at you by acting it out ykwim? He's not necessarily a brat, he does a lot and less talk. He's too shy to talk to you w/ that level of intimacy,,, no one knows why. Though, he communicates w/ u by hinting despite being shy. He becomes whiny when needy so when this boy whines over every single thing in this world, he's definitely needy

⩩ Vernon —

He shows it by affection, let's start with that. He could be quiet sometimes but when you talk abt intimate relationships, he'd try to be on his best and be quick to initiate an act. When he gives you questionable amounts of acts of service and affection, you know something's going on

⩩ Chan —

A confident baby, he's exactly like his DK hyung... Very verbal about it but he's confident abt things. He is the one who'll take the first move like kissing you at your favorite kissing spot, you'd take it at a first hint that he's needy and he'd give you acts of service. Then he'll say his true intentions without any shame at all which you love about him.

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metalheadcowboy · 2 years

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more trans eddie thoughts:

he's constantly getting into it with teachers who say transphobic shit and/or misgender him, which is (part of) why he's been held back so many times

he got into dnd rly young, before he'd figured his shit out completely, but that first time playing was a massive eye-opener because the character he created was a guy & for ~some reason~ ppl using he/him to talk about him was kinda awesome

his bandmates were the first people he told when he came up with his new name

he likes having his hair long, but for some reason tying it back makes him dysphoric

EEEEEEEE!!!!

Oh for sure, he's probably gotten more detentions than he could count just standing up for himself, much to his uncles complaints to the school. And first days are his worst nightmare, which is why when he finds out he's being held back for the first time he nearly has a full on breakdown in his room.

Because he can't do that again, can't go through the embarrassment of correcting his teachers on the first day, hearing all the kids laugh at him, the soft whispers of "freak" from the back of the room. Can't take the constant misgendering and dead naming from everybody, even those trying their best to understand his "situation" as they called it. Couldn't take another year of wondering if the people who were actually nice to him, of which there were very few, were being genuine or just putting on a facade to back stab him later. He couldn't play the constant cat and mouse game anymore and told himself he wouldn't

And, yet, at the beginning of August he found himself back, sitting at the same old wooden desk, attached to what he swore was a chair designed to be uncomfortable, listening as the teacher went down the list of names. Every name closer to his making him feel more and more sick to his stomach.

Joshua Miller...

Ashley Moore...

Caroline Munson?

It was as if Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest, fist clenching as he grit out a firm, "Eddie." And to his surprise the whispers didn't sound as deafening as they did the year before, so powerful.

"Pardon?" his teacher questioned, looking on at him with confusion. And instead of cowardly mumbling his name again he said it with pride, "It's Eddie." he looked up, making sure to make eye contact with the stout woman standing before him, "Not Caroline," he grit with enough attitude to make her cock an eyebrow at him. But, to his delight she didn't dwell on it further, just gave him a semi-judgmental up and down, made a note on her roll sheet and moved on.

'86, maybe it really was his year.

OKAY I LOVE THIS BECAUSE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DO 😭 Not only does he give all of his DnD characters he/him pronouns, but by any means possible he will make them as strong as he possibly can, even if it means they're dumb as a rock because hearing the amount of hit damage he does to whatever villain they may be fighting, especially if it's the fatal blow always makes him feel so euphoric and happy. Especially the way everyone looks at him and cheers for him like he's some kind of hero. I also hc that his first character would be a Shifter idk why 🤷🏻‍♂️

YES!!! I also think they would be the first people he comes out to after his uncle, of course. And I think they would have a lot of questions but would wholeheartedly support him. Really, even after Eddie came out nothing would change between him and his band, he would just be "one of the guys", like he'd always been, and that's what be loved about them, they never treated him differently. But I honestly think they would love his name and the reasoning behind it. They would definitely think it's "metal" and would grin and laugh out of excitement for him, some even calling him lucky that he got to pick his own name and Eddie telling them not to push it with a soft smile. And one of them would definitely be disappointed they didn't pick his name even if in the back of his mind Eddie is thinking about how dumb of a name it was he wouldn't have the heart to tell them that.

Okay, I feel like this is so true and I just feel it. I think that when Eddie ties his hair back it makes him look more feminine and draws more attention to the "softness" of his face which everyone he asks swears doesn't exist, but he swears up and down that having his hair up just brings out his more feminine features so he never wears his hair down. But shit happens and things change. That "shit happening" happening to be the stuff with the upside down and that "change" being him not wanting to fight interdimensional with hair in his eyes if he can help it. So, he borrows a hair tie from Robin and smacks the hell out of some demobats. And almost the second they're done he starts taking it down but not before Steve cam stop him.

"Woah, dude, what're you doing, what if they come back," Steve exclaimed, shaming Eddie for his lack of readiness and quick relaxation.

But Eddie just shrugged, not giving much thought to it, "Don't like it," he explains simply, taking his hair down and shaking it out, adjusting it like it wasn't just going to get fucked up all over again.

Steve shook his head, "your funeral, Munson," he sighed, picking his ore up off of the ground.

"Wouldn't expect you to understand anyways, Steve."

#going feral currently #sorry it took me so long to get to this work wore me tf out lmao #Eddie Munson #Trans Eddie Munson #Stranger Things

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