#am I the thirdwheel in this situation?

[adventuringblind]

is oscar the only driver you do autistic!reader for? if not can I request lando x daniel x autistic!reader.

any situation is fine I don't mind 😊

My love, my life, and nerodivergent partners in crime

Daniel Riccairdo x reader x Lando Norris

Genre: angsty fluff (I think)

Summarry: How Daniel managed to keep two nerdiverdent young adults in line... nobody will ever know

Warnings: Lando is ADHD coded, and you can't change my mind (and he's dyslexic anyway), AGE GAP, Max loves to tease

Notes: I am officially only taking requests for poly reader inserts at this time. Also, do Lando and Daniel have a ship name?!?! I need this information for my masterlist, please, and thanks.

Masterlist

Everyone always wondered why Daniel Ricciardo trailed behind Lando Norris and his girlfriend by three steps. People have theorized its because he's thirdwheeling. Some say the pair doesn't pay attention to him.

The real reason, though? It's his way of showing he cares in the paddock.

Max teases him about it all the time and is the only one who gets away with it. The two younger are, however, a chaotic mess. They can not make it from one place to another without something happening. So Daniel trails behind them a few steps to make sure they make it to their destination.

It's certainly wasn't an ideal way to get together. Especially because Daniel is older than both by more than is socially acceptable by most.

Ironically, none of them were together when Daniel started at McLaren. An Australian who smiles a lot, a Brit who is loose lipped, and a shy little psychologist who hates talking until you get her on driver brains and how they work. What could possibly go wrong?

She started work at McLaren the year before Daniel. Something in the strategy department. She watches and listens and somehow can predict what the drivers are going to do, what they need to perform, and how their opponents might respond. Lando says it's a superpower. Daniel says she's autistic and watches how people behave for a living (she agrees with him).

The three of them got along better than anyone wants to admit. The world saw then as awkward and dysfunctional. Which wasn't a lie, but it's also just their combinations of personalities.

Daniel picked up on it first. The stolen glances and blushed cheeks. Then, drunk confessions happen. Neither of the younger two like drinking. Which is ridiculous, in Daniel's opinion. Or maybe it was ridiculous because he's the one who drunkenly confesses to the pair while they attempt to get him back to his room.

Supposedly, Max was there and heard everything. Daniel denies this relentlessly.

Lando picked up on the confession, confronted him about it, and then awkwardly kissed him on his tip toes (he was shorter then).

The biggest hurdle was the female. The one who studies people. The one who can predict what Daniel is going to have for lunch on Friday at two because he likes to eat later.

She's clueless.

Lando tries to tell her. Daniel attempts sober. She doesn't get it.

The two have to put it in the form of a business meeting and tell her until she gets it. That seems to work as they end up going on a date post confession.

If he's being honest, half the time love them is really just making sure they are getting along with the world. Not people, the environments they end up in (which often includes the people).

So Daniel walks three steps behind them. The people tease on socials. They edit him in tiktoks. But he could care less.

He loves his two nerodivergent partners. He loves their little quirks and they way they see the world. So Daniel determines he's okay being behind them. Because he loves them and wants nothing more than to watch out for his partners in crime.

[dearweirdme]

Well isn’t life funny as hell? In one episode, Jimin got called a thirdwheel because he wasn’t well and wouldn’t join Taekook in playing in the pool and doing other things. Y’all also said Jk didn’t show care for his illness like he would someone who is his boyfriend and then the next episode, Tae gets sick, he doesn’t join jikook in doing activities either and jikook go ahead to have a great time. Tae mentions that his neck hurts and Jk doesn’t even so much as lift his head from the food he was eating.

This is what happens when people choose to cherry pick moments to focus on without looking at context which makes things different. To so many people, Jk wouldn’t care about Jimin when Tae is near but how much did he care about Tae when Jimin was near and Tae wasn’t ? And before you say he kept asking for Tae to join them in swimming, why didn’t he ask Tae to join them when they were on the boat? Why didn’t he look for Tae too when him and Jimin were doddling sharks and laughing their asses off? Why didn’t he ask Tae to go snorkeling? I’ll answer because some of you are still trying to make it seem like he really wanted Tae around even though he couldn’t care less about Jimin when the truth is, he was also the one who asked for Jimin when he was with Tae in the restaurant and Jimin wasn’t there. If Tae was sufficient for him and he didn’t care much about Jimin being there then why did he even notice Jimin wasn’t with them and asked for him? He asked for Tae to join them in the pool because he wanted him there to join the fun, and he also didn’t know Tae wasn’t feeling fine plus i’m sure he didn’t want Tae to feel left out since he was the guest. He didn’t ask Jimin to join them in the pool because he knew Jimin was feeling fine and even though he didn’t ask Jimin to join, he still included Jimin in the fun by spraying with water and even when he was in the pool, he still sprayed him with water trying to get his attention. So he didn’t ask because he knew, the same way we saw him go ahead to do many more activities with Jimin but didn’t once ask Tae to join or search for him again because Tae clearly said he was just going to watch them. This is CONTEXT and you need this when you make arguments.

You made a statement about Jungkook being a little “careless” when it comes to Jimin’s illness forgetting that you had not really gotten to see how Jungkook would react if it was Tae in that situation and we saw it. Tae wasn’t feeling fine and complained about his neck hurting but Jk didn’t spare him a glance. How is that him always being aware of Tae? Jimin is the one who turned around to massage him without him having to ask. You see , Jungkook was no different with either of them.

So many of you clearly don’t know Jungkook and it shows. Jungkook has his moments. He could be very caring when he wants to be but he could also be very nonchalant when he wants to be. There are tons of moments where he has treated Vmin like eggs and there are tons of moments where he looks like he doesn’t gaf. During the last OT4 Live, Jungkook was extremely soft with Jimin. He understood how Jimin felt about shaving his hair and how he felt about enlistment so he quietly comforted him by rubbing his neck multiple times. He also knew Jimin hadn’t eaten and kept nudging him to eat but some other times, he could literally sit there like he doesn’t care when Jimin is not ok. We saw how quickly he climbed the wall to encourage Tae during the last episode when Tae was afraid to Jump but the next moment at the restaurant he looked like he didn’t care that Tae’s neck hurt. The same way we saw him in the run bts episode where they had to get on roller coasters and Jimin was scared of heights and Jungkook who was already seated up there just yelled to him “Hyung I am here” and Jimin told Jk and Tae to sit on both sides. (He did a similar thing he did for Tae to Jimin but no one cared) Jk is equally aware of them both and equally “careless”. We saw how he hugged tae on Mama 2018 when tae cried but another time while tae was crying his eyes out, Jk was busy eating patries. So no, Jungkook is not careless about one and more careful with the other because that will not even make him a good friend because we know he is very capable of being caring but he has his moments with both of them and if y’all only learned how to stop cherry picking and looking at the full picture, then maybe you would have seen things more clearly.

This is an awful lot of words for an unjust ‘gotcha’.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

Hi its 12 am where i am but im in a silly ass mood and i consider you a friend so you’re gonna get these silly ass thoughts bc i think you’d get a kick out of them. But. Luxu and ephemera in early scala are such an underrated form of comedy. Like luxu had to be in early Scala right, like he was there in khdr era scala so it just makes sense to me??? But luxu making himself known (in blaine’s body ofc) to eph and their spouse is just so fucking hysterical . He’s thirdwheeling them. Luxu in situationships with most of the dandelions across so many different bodies is so fucking funny im sorry LMFAOOO like i jate the term situationship but that’s literally what it is here, luxu is in a situation and in a relationship

Bug no one is doing it like you (/pos) lmaoooo 😆 I honestly have no clue if Luxu would be there or not, he might be he might not be, but whatever, you make him being present at this point in the timeline fun

This is such a Mess honestly (on brand). I can’t even imagine all the drama that’s going on in Luxu’s head as he Situates himself right into the tippy top of Scala’s society. This just makes the subsequent body hops all the more funny (or tragic??) as he just moves farther and farther down the hierarchy until he has to take on the body of a mere student generations later. Oh how the mighty have fallen

[nutzworth]

sometimes i wonder if i really do kin dirk strider AND jake english. like both of them. because it seems so stupid and contradictory. also somewhat like im just crazy about the yaoi and i want it to BE ME.

and then i remember it took me like a whole ass year to concede that dirk strider is just like me fr with evidence and everything. and then another year to be like Wait..... Jake english........... Huh. and both situations are SO THEM to do. of COURSE dirk strider would be like Im not dirk strider. Thats not true. and then he digs through everything about him and compiles a list of evidence and is like okay. okjay fine. you win. of COURSE jake english doesnt think about it until one day when it suddenly DAWNS on him and hes like .... Huh! and then doesnt think about it more. of COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then as a result my affection for dirk and jake in turn is just like how the other would act. on account of the yaoi craziness. i LOVE THEM but only in the way one would love the other. i am not an outsider in this situation i am THEM. i could never selfship because i would just want to be a character

then i kin jade harley too and i guess shes just kind of thirdwheeling up in that gourd of mine. sorry girl... she hates it....

[despapillon]

When Mike learned Will wants to be best friends again and he shouldn’t have thirdwheeled him…

He crumpled up a letter from El and tossed it into the trash because Will told him staring at it isn’t gonna change anything.

He said worrying too much about El made him feel like he lost Will (how the hell can you worry "too much" about your gf… out of all the words to describe this situation?)

He was a little bit less thrilled for a few split seconds when Will told him El commissioned the painting. His [tender, emotional] reactions were towards Will, the one speaking.

He was confessing his love to El yet all of it was driven by his desperation to save her and being pushed by Will. "You’re The Heart" playing during this, how Will reminded him of all the things he told him in the van to help him keep going. Despite Mike making the monologue all about him and El, there is still traces of Will there because of what I mentioned previously.

On the surface, Mike is picking El over and over in S4. But it’s clear it isn’t the choice he wants to make deep down.

The monologue was Mike talking to El while she is unable to respond. Saying he loves her, he cant lose her. Yet something is still not right? After that, we dont get any proper scenes between them… Only major thing off the top of my head is El leaning her head on Mike’s shoulder in the hospital.

They have El storm past Byler and go out of their way to put in a line where Mike says she didn’t talk to him much then corrects it to a little bit. Just a fucking line, not even a quick scene depicting this. Instead there’s Mike and Will talking about Brenner, El, Henry - Mike finally choosing to initiate physical contact by placing his hand on Will’s shoulder when he couldn’t hug him in an airport, in a scene that is a parallel to one in S2, a very Byler season, all while Will is bathed in sunlight.

At the end, on the field, El steps into the front with Mike just standing in the background right next to Will.

How am I not supposed to find that a tiny bit weird after the whole dramatic love confession that was supposedly the key to solving their issues? El being upset over Max doesn’t mean they can’t show Mike attempting to reach out to her? Something? Anything? Even framing the field scene in a way that can have Mike and El next to eachother? They just have him glued to Will…

[breitzbachbea]

But like, also how awkward would a Harry/Michele/Charlie threesome be. Harry and Charlie can't really BE their usual selves in this situation without making Michele regret he ever dated into this family. But also Michele flirting too much with Charlie would feel weird like. Was all the play flirting real flirting before??? But reassuring Harry too much and getting to into it would just thirdwheel Charlie. Am I even here because you like me as a person or am I just an object to you???

Although 1 and 3 could be a hilarious combination. Harry bragging about how into him Michele is and Charlie giving a witty comeback. Like at least someone would have fun then.

Poor Marco though!!! He has no interest in anyone here but Charlie, so there is nothing to gain from him lending his boyfriend to his older brother.

[dreamvonlichtjr]

Wait..."[...]ATLEAST ME AND MY BOYFRIEND.."!?

And...THIS DEMON BLUSH IN ONE MOMENT!

SO THAT MEANS THAT DEMONTLE IS CANON?

Dear Live,

Most likely. The clues they give are fairly obvious.

[breefarrow]

Just adding to the larries liking taylor swift, i think one of th reason is that most of the larries are part of of the lgbtq community. And in our community, Taylor is very loved. She's a gay icon. It's easy to just brush away the shits that happened with haylor since it's in the past. Also these larries thinks it's a double sided bearding. There is this theory about how TS was dating Diana at the time of haylor. I believe Diana also sometimes thirdwheel to haylor's dates. That Out Of The Woods is about when their stunt is ending or smthng. OR this larries could be just newbies that already like Taylor Swift and couldn't careless about Haylor since the y didn't get to experience how horrible that time was.

For me, I think I just tolerate her. Some of her songs are good. But I am still annoyed at the annoying songs she wrote about haylor. 🤢 Can't escape it tho, since two of my sisters are swifties.

Hey anon I do know about those rumors I personally don't feel the same on the matter of her being 🏳️‍🌈 tho I don't know much about her music past the "h**lor songs" to truly say. But for argument sake let's say she is isn't that worse when it comes to this topic? She would know what it is like to be a closeted celeb and yet she still used a fellow closeted celeb to make herself look like a victim and them the "toxic ex womanizer who treats women like trash." She did something that further put H in the closet and madw people think he's straight.

People may say oh it was all her team like sure her team may have initially decided for her to get involved in a fake relationship with H but all the slandering of H from her at one point that's on her. If her team did tell her to say all those things and it wasn't her personal choice to drag H then give her a fuckin oscar bc she did a damn good job playing the role of I'm a victim of a shitty ex and here is why.

So I [along with anonymous mutuals] believe whether she is or isn't 🏳️‍🌈 she still dragged H through the mud with almost all of 2013 promo/award season being her dragging "her ex" aka H and we just can't get ourselves to be ok with that. And during the time period of h**lor's relationship L&H were fuckin miserable every day.

Of course here we are 10 years later and he is STILL being asked about her and whether his songs are for her and to no suprise he fuckin hates it. She unintentional or not caused them a lot of trauma and was the reason H womanizer image sky rocketed in 2013. So it will never make sense to me how someone can claim to love L&H proudly "being a larrie" while idolizing her.

I do think like you said most of those who love her are newbies who just weren't around in 2012/13 time period to know what happened bc if they had been they would know how much it fucked them up. And don't even get me started on how most of these stans think their ✨️ besties ✨️ with her.

This interview from 2012 will always be a huge deal to me in understanding how they felt about the situation and her. When Lou was asked what his thoughts are of H&T relationship Lou makes it clear not only are they not dating but their not even friends. This was literally Lou reaction/body language throughout the whole 3 month ordeal.

Lastly L&H celebrated when it ended. They clearly don't care for her, want her to stop being brought up and to move on from her but some of their own fans sit here and try to paint them as friends.

[everafterkeiji]

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐓. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

PAIRINGS: Haikyuu boys x fem! reader

GENRE: angst, pining, teasing, spicy level at 1?

A/N: i am hooked, captivated, jealous, and many more emotions🤨 this was honestly a little random but no complaints

⟡𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔's offhanded comments on an essay he didn't participate in was a bloodbath waiting to happen. Though you understood that he was in a tight schedule regarding practice and matches was a tough schedule to keep up with, the expression on his face when he sees the score ignites the rage that was kept tight when you stayed up just to pinch in to replace their mistakes and their unwillingness to cooperate that had you pulled out of calmness.

"Wipe that shit expression off of you, Miya. Maybe if you were there we could've done better but no." You huffed, while there's a chuckle from the blonde as he takes the paper from your hands, a punch to your efforts, while he waves it around before towering over you with eyes glancing to your lips before it goes straight to your eyes before he spoke,

"If you wanted the best, then I'm all yours to take."

⟡𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 would go overboard majority of their practice so at those moments—you never know what to do seeing that you weren't on good terms anyway. He'd be too focused and frustrated to be communicated with while Hinata's drive to progress himself always mixes with the setters competitiveness then it leads to late practices making you stay until they finally leave.

"You two— c'mon I have to lock up. Get going already." Hinata smiles at you softly sharing his intents to stay a little longer while you shook your head. He gave out a defeated sigh while you walked to the storage room to make sure everything was placed to where it was but when you expected silence, it never came. The sound of heavy impacting echoes through the gym while you rolled your eyes to walk out and see the setter all alone.

"Kageyama, go home." You were down to the remaining ounce of energy you had left. You could only roll your eyes as you held the ball he was meant to hold as he blinks at you.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Let's go home already." He turns the other way around whispering, "Just one more." making you hold onto his wrist as he turns to you surprised but held a glare in secret. "Stop being so stubborn." Kageyama scoffs before holding onto your hand on his wrist, a slight tug while you leaned forward because of his actions.

"And stop trying to make me go home with you." You pushed him slightly with raised eyebrows, a fluster in your cheeks as you tried to pull away.

"Idiot- that's not what I mean!" You argued while his hand remained on yours as you both stared each other down. "It's not like I meant it that way either." Tobio said before letting go of your arm, walking away with his own heated cheeks while grabbing his bag and ending the day with one more glance to you.

"I'm going now, if you're going to come with me—then I'll see which of the choices you did mean."

⟡ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 doesn't like the way your personality mirrored his twin. A duplicate of another duplicate. He saw how well you and the blonde had bonded and brought a migraine to his head, realizing that the annoyance he gets from his twin has doubled when it came to you but he does deny that there's an ounce of envy seeing that you were never that close to him and always favored Atsumu.

And now that you were in their residence, the laughter from you and the setter ticks him off as if he was a thirdwheeler in every situation—god, even in their house.

"Oi, do you mind? I think my controller is in Samu's room can you get it for me?" Atsumu asks while you shrugged before knocking over to Osamu's door. You figured that he didn't like you as much and you kept your distance but at times, you can definitely feel that the distance that had grown to a state that even you were confused in how it got that far.

You casually enter in, glancing at Osamu who was only busy on his phone but shares a stare to you when you wander around.

"What're ye looking for?" He asks, while you responded saying it was the controller. He stands up with a groan, noticing how messy the other side of the room was as you began to pick up a few shirts while Osamu cocks an eyebrow.

"Ain't no touching that, I'll clean it myself." He suggests but you continued nonetheless thinking that this may reduce whatever tension was there. Right at the moment where you reached for the jersey at the stairs of their bunk bed, Osamu had grabbed your wrist making you wide eyed before looking at him.

"I said I can do it." He says in which you followed with, "I just wanted to help you and Tsumu." He rolls his eyes but the proximity of you two is alarming especially when his hand was still wrapped around yours.

"Atsumu this, Atsumu that—can't you worry about me?" He jokes at first but there's warmth to your cheeks alike to his own, but he leans forward, a smirk to his lips. "Only you?" You asked before he spoke again,

"Only me and no one else, doll."

⟡𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀's bad start during mornings never get along with your rants along with Iwaizumi to help maintain the health of MSBY. Whenever Iwaizumi would be off to observe a different team, you'd be the subsitute. All of the things he's said to them—you'll be there to remind them all over again. In which repetitiveness irks him knowing they've been told before.

"We've been through the same routine. Today's not any special." Kiyoomi suggests, though you get how irritating it can be to act like a broken record—you knew Iwaizumi would do the same thing you were doing.

"And if we go through it like every other day, then we'll finish fast." You argued as Atsumu sends you a chuckle before leaning on his teammate.

"Not with all that yapping." Sakusa whispers making you scoff while Hinata and Bokuto share a worried glance.

"You've got something to say to me, Kiyoomi?" You asked, edging him on because you weren't entirely at fault. You were strictly just following Iwaizumi's orders.

The MSBY player then takes a few steps forward before lowering his mask and with a threat of a stare to look down on you.

"Why don't we stop talking and I'll show you a better routine?"

Atsumu rolls his eyes but rather entertained at the vanter unfolding in front of the entire team.

"Like you'll ever find a way to shut me up." You bragged but there's a chuckle from him before he leans forward—a close vicinity where his lips linger on your ears as a cold voice welcomes you.

"I'd like to see you try and stop me then."

⟡𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 is the person that throws distanced glares when it came to you. Ever since the aggravating Atsumu teased you two as a perfect couple that he quickly declined followed by an unnecessary sentence saying you were impossible to date. You understood that you were never friends to even label it but since you were with the twins, you and Rintaro never hit it off the way you did with the Miyas'.

So even as you sat a few seats away from at the local bus, it irks you that this banter goes on even outside school. Looking away, there's a hand to your waist making you glare instantly at the man beside you while he only gives an appalling glance to your attire that made your blood boil as you struggled to move away from him.

"Get the fuck off me." You ordered him but he acts nonchalant. The moment you were about to raise a hand to show some defense, another hand travels to your waist while the previous hand around you was removed.

Gasping you turned to Suna who radiated a heated energy while the man scoffs knowing it was a facade to act like you were together.

"Hey now—if you don't believe she's my girl, then why don't you watch?" Rintaro threats as his lips lingered around your neck while you stood frozen. The destructive and taunting stare he gave to the man caused the bastard to move away not long before Suna had the chance to push him to the other side, cocking a smirk while he pulls you to his body.

"Thank you." You said, while he only shrugs in response, still cautious of the jealousy that lingers the mans eye.

"Seems like you'll be mine for the rest of the night."

[n0b0dy11]

Let's Forget For One Night ~WilburSoot

WilburSoot x NonBinary!Reader

♫'¨'*•¸¸♫'¨'*•.¸¸♫ "I don't care, let's just lie here and forget,..." "Let's forget for one night,..." "One night..." ♫'¨'*•¸¸♫'¨'*•.¸¸♫

┍━━━━━━━★!TW!★━━━━━━━┑ swearing, death, drinking, kissing

sexual assault, mispronunciation ┕━━━━━━━ ★★★★ ━━━━━━━┙

Y/n was incredible at poetry, they liked how they could express feelings in a way that maybe no-one other than them understood, making up metaphors, discreet comparisons,...

They actually started it when their friend suggested it, Will, or more known as Wilbur Soot on the internet. He was a song writer, a streamer, an influencer ... They really looked up to him. He sometimes had needed help with some of his lyrics which they helped him with.

"I feel the way you hurt And I don't deserve you You deserve the world Though it feels like we were built From the same dirt" ~Your sister was right

"She wrote an album And that's something that I can't do But what I can do is spit the truth And it all leads back to you" "I've lost a piece of me in you But you've lost all your past" ~Losing face

When his most famous lyrics of his songs were made by them he suggested poetry as they had already told him they didn't want to sing, (even though they had a pretty voice according to Will).

But this night was different, for them both.

Y/n was writing when they heard the sound of her phone go off.

Wilbur had been streaming when his phone went off.

Both getting the same caller, same message, same time, same reason.

"They were to late to safe him, I'm sorry for your loss."

Zack, a friend of Will and Y/n had died. He got in a car crash too soon, and they got there too late. He was the same age as them, too fucking young, to die. Zack was like the rock in the friendship, always making jokes, smiling and laughing,the sun of the family, the world, the moon, the stars, every grand thing combined, and baked in a beautiful mixed pie.

Apple pie, your favorite. I never liked the fruit but my fridge was full of those now standing here in a suit everybody in delicate clothes here in memory of you eating this apple pie I do it only for you you didn't deserve to die

Will had ended his stream instantly, calling Y/n.

"You got the call to right?"

"Yeah, ..."

"I'm sorry..."

"Will? Why are you sorry? He is your friend too..."

"Yeah, I guess, but you two were always closer."

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is, but nevermind that."

"Seriously? You just going to dump this when he died, and then blow it off?"

"DROP IT THEN!"

"ALRIGHT!"

"GOD, this exactly what I mean you wouldn't do this when he was around!"

...

"Shit, Y/n I didn't mean that! Y/n?! Hello?!"

They had hung up on him, he couldn't even blame them, it was a dick move he just did. A real dick move.

Frustrated with himself and the situation, he tried calling them again, no answer, again, no answer, last time; no answer.

He fucked up.

As soon as the words of Wilbur came out of their phone, Y/n blew up. Their best friend, had just died, their other best friend blew up on them, talking the emotion out on them.

They knew it was the frustration of the night that caused him to talk to them that way, he never talked this way, he never even was the thirdwheel yes Zack and Y/n had been friends a little longer but that didn't mean anything, as they both took Will in as if he had been around for just as long.

Zack even sometimes joked about being the third wheel, calling them out on their crushes on each other, both too much of wussies to actually do anything about it though.

So his reasoning was completely invalid. He knew that, they knew that, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.

Y/n being themself, went to the closest pub, drinker their feelings away.

One shot down. "Wish you were here mate."

Two shots down "You'd call me pathetic."

Three shots down "I am pathetic aren't I?"

Four shots down "Where are you to save me?"

Five shots down "I'm not seeing straight..."

Six shots "I should really stop, maybe..."

Seven "It's less fun without you, or Will."

Eight "I am so lonely..."

"You should slow down little girl," a gruff voice said from their right.

"You can't tell me what to do," their voice was raspy, slurred and not right.

"Oh she's a fiesty one," the voice said.

"They/them."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"My pronounce, they/them."

"You're some non-binary person?"

"yes," even though their voice was lighter and raspier, just as slurred as before, they held their ground. Zack showed me to stay strong, Will too.

"I'll show you, she/her is the right thing."

"What?"

The man's hand slid up their leg between their thighs, before it landed on their private part. Making the man moan, a pathetic moan, getting real exited by touching a person without consent on places where stranger's hands shouldn't be.

"I'll learn you, you are a girl, by showing how perfect a man can make your pu-"

The man was knocked out it wasn't the alcohol though. It was a younger person standing behind him. A tall brunette boy who's eyes were all to familiar to them. Wilbur Marigold, in all his glory.

"I am sorry, Y/n. I am so sorry! I didn't mean it! It slipped out without thinking, I was selfish, I-I"

Y/n had enough of his rambling, maybe it was because they already knew what he was saying, they knew the boy too well for his own good sometimes, or maybe it was the alcohol in their system that kicked in harder than before, maybe it was the adrenaline and scared feeling from what happened just now. They pushed themself of her seat, on their toes and pressed their lips against his.

Wilbur kissed back, just as fast, never wanted anything more. Just holding, the person he loved so dearly in his arms, making them feel safe, kissing their red soft lips, his hands roaming over their body, their hands sliding up his chest in his hair, passion filling the kiss accompanied by love and maybe a little lust.

But then he tasted the alcohol on their lips, they probably won't remember this in the morning. But they weren't as drunk as he thought, in fact they had never been more sober while having drank this much.

Pulling away slightly while letting out a sigh he spoke again, "Let's get you out of here."

But before they could walk out they ran to the bathroom vomiting their gut out. Will followed them in, not even caring he wasn't supposed to be there. He just held their hair back, while they were emptying their stomach.

He whispered comforting words in their ear, while they were dying inside.

After their stomach was emptied they walked out together. When they found their spot it was still silent, both not daring to look at each other.

"Will you remember our kiss in the morning?" Will asked once he needed to know so hard.

"I will." "You will?" "I will."

that's when he looked slightly down at them, their eyes shining brighter in the moonlight, with little specks of the stars visible. They looked up at him, even in this cold night they felt the warmth of his eyes fill her heart.

"Zack would be laughing his arse of right now, telling us multiple times something along the lines of 'I told you guys were blind!'"

He laughed softly at their remark knowing it was true, but they both were a bit sad after, thinking about their now dead friend.

"I am sorry," Wilbur spoke again.

"It's okay." "It isn't though." "I forgive you." "I don't." "Let's forget for this night." "What?"

They looked up t him ready to  repeat themself, "Let's forget the bullshit of the world right now, for this night. Let's forget you get hate on social media, let's forget a life was taken tonight, let's forget the words you've spoken, let's forget for one night."

"But I hurt you."

"I don't care, let's lie here and forget..." "Forget for one night." "One night..."

"I will not forget that kiss by the way." "Me neither..." "And I told you you'd be a good poet." "oh shut it..."

[willel]

I think my problem with this sort of writing decision is that I am not sure if it is intentionally done so or not. If it is intentional, then I guess it's fine and all, we can get a S2 callback moment again since the writers also said they're taking inspo from it. Maybe it is intentional for Will to be 'hurt or 'forgotten' so they will try to make the outcome more emotional. My problem with this is that it doesn't exactly negate the narrative that people care about Will only when he is in definite danger. I mean if you think about it, Jonathan doesn't even seem to be there for him in any of the seasons. Jonathan is a nice brother but he is also very much absent, that is something he also admits. He is there for Will when shit hits the fan.

Is it intentionally written to be that way? Or the writers don't realize the narrative implications and they sort of without intending, created a situation like this?

While I am not 100% sure, I get the feeling that it might be intentional because since S3, it has been a constant theme for Will's character. It looks like a pattern. They also made it more clear in S4 after the S3 events too by making Will be sidelined and be a thirdwheel at rink o mania and even after that at the dinner scene up until the point Mike finally gives an apology, but that also doesn't negate Will's general thirdwheeling and ''I do not fit in / I am left out'' situation.

I think the biggest contributor to this is we don't have filler. I don't mind that the show starts and ends only with relevant content and no pointless in betweens and useless episodes... But sometimes filler serves a purpose.

It fleshes characters out. Gives them a chance to breath. Let's the audience get to see them in all different kind of situations and moods.

Take Jonathan for example. We're supposed to know and accept that in at least season 1 and 2, Jonathan was Will's BEST friend. He'd tell Jonathan almost anything and could be open and forthcoming with him. He felt comfortable enough to yell at Jonathan or express his frustration without much prodding.

But this is something we only see a Iittle but of. There is a year timeskip between each season of stuff happening. Stuff we're only told about or hinted at.

In the year between season 3 and 4, were meant to believe Will and Jonathan have grown distant and that's true. They ARE distant. But apparently Will and El have grown close.

Maybe if we had seen El being there for Will and vice versa, it wouldn't feel like yet another mark on the long list of "no one cares about Will unless he's in danger"

Due to how Stranger Things is written, this is how it is going to be. It's suddenly going to seem like the characters care about Will because he'll be in danger.

The writers have no choice but to make this intentional or to make it true. The characters can't reuse memories from when he was 12, Vecna already heard those. The song his brother showed him ages ago might not even be his favorite anymore and no one may know what it is anymore.

The writers I feel have no choice but to well... Confirm that maybe Will is not anyone's #1 person. They've even had Joyce slipping a little bit so... Who knows.

[llemonteaa]

Your daily dose of angst

No one deserves to be second best. That’s something you learnt the hard way.

Pairings: Oikawa x f!reader & Iwaizumi x f!reader 

WC: 1,769

Warnings: swearing, angst (with a little dose of fluff at the end :)  

You always wondered, even to this day, why Oikawa had chosen you in the first place. When asked what his ideal type was, Oikawa would laugh and say, “Someone who makes me look greater than I already am of course,” Cue Iwaizumi smacking him in the head.

“Mean Iwa-Chan! Fine, my ideal type would preferably be someone with fair hair, an adorable smile and a lovely ass to rest my head on. Oh, and she must also love milkbread.”

None of those boxes would be ticked for you unfortunately. Your hair was jet black and curtained part of your face, which only added to your supposedly mean aura. Your resting face was somewhat frightening and your smile could be described as Kageyama’s Cheshire Cat grin. Not to mention your ass was almost as non existent as Oikawa’s (oops), and you much preferred pork buns to milkbread. 

Yet despite that, Oikawa had asked you out one humid Friday afternoon, exactly 7 months ago today. But you realised, maybe a bit too late, that a lot can happen in 7 months.

Oikawa of course, was infamous for having fangirls practically glued to his hip wherever he went. And dating you didn’t change that in the slightest. In fact, his fangirls, especially one in particular, seemed to go up and above their way to spend time with your boyfriend, even when you were inevitably stood by his side. 

“As I was saying-” you began.

“Oikawa! I was just hoping to bump into you!” someone swatted you aside, your vision now platinum curls.

Reni. She practically threw herself onto Oikawa, bending over slightly so that he’s have a clear view of the lace panties underneath her unbelieveably short skirt. 

“Oh hey Reni. What’s up?” Your boyfriend turned to face who you called his number one, entirely devoted, fangirl.

“So, about our History project, would it be too much trouble to ask for some help? I’ve been racking my brains trying to figure it all out, even sacrificing much required beauty sleep, but I’m still yet to make any progress. And seeing how you are quite the History whizz...”

“Of course Reni, you’re the first person who’s complimented me on my brains. When would you like to meet up?” It was almost a joke how YOUR boyfriend seemed to be spending more time with a girl who had nothing but the audacity, than his s/o herself. And History whizz your ass, everyone including Iwaizumi, who had overheard that particular part of the conversation as he passed and scoffed, knew that it would be a miracle if the teacher graded him on History at all. 

“If you could, now would be a great time.” Reni fluttered her eyelashes which reminded you of rather hairy caterpillars. 

“Well I’m not doing anything as of now, apart from talking to y/n, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Right y/n?” Both pairs of eyes seemed to acknowledge you for the first time. You, the girlfriend, but at the same time you the thirdwheel, apparently. 

“Well in fact I do mind but...” you hadn’t even managed to get out before Reni used her large boobs to push you out of the way.

“You see Oikawa, y/n doesn’t mind at all. So come on now, my books are in my dorm.” 

And with that, she grabbed your boyfriend’s arm and dragged him down the hall in the direction of the girl’s dorms, Oikawa throwing a sheepish glance over his shoulder.

“We’ll resume our conversation in a bit y/n~” 

Yeah right. You’d probably forget what you were even talking to him about by the time he came back from the spawn of Satan’s hellhole. 

In the weeks that followed, you found every minute of your time alone with Oikawa accompanied by Reni. No matter where or what you were doing with your boyfriend, she always seemed to find an excuse to but it. And Oikawa was nevertheless, just as oblivious to Reni’s attempts to jump in his pants as he was to your blatant annoyance.

“But y/n you have to understand. Reni hurt her ankle yesterday during her cheerleading practise and being the kind friend I am, I had to help her make her way around school.” Your boyfriend attempted to reason with you, after you had pulled him behind the school gym where he was moments from entering. This was partially because you had desperately needed to confront him about how much time he seemed to be unnecessarily spending with Reni and also in an attempt to prevent the devil herself from seeking you guys, Oikawa specifically, out.

“No, I don’t have to understand. Reni dropped the sprained ankle act the moment she thought my back was turned. God you can be so blind sometimes.” You rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“y/n, now you’re just being unreasonable. You know I only ever spend time with Reni when she’s in need of my help. I’m simply doing what any decent friend would do.”

“Except she needs your help all the goddamn time. You could ask anyone, anyone, and they’ll tell you how Reni’s been crushing on you since way before we got together.”

“Yes, I know that, but she’s stopped liking me since I asked you out. y/n what’s so hard for you to understand?”

“Everything Oikawa, everything is so hard to understand. And yet I think you’re the one who doesn’t understand the most. Reni doesn’t ever need your help, she just wants it. And she wants it to the point where she’s willing to make up any crappy excuse to get alone with you. I’m starting to think you guys are the ones dating and I’m just the ‘friend’.”

“y/n you know that’s not true...”

“Do I know that? Do I? Because if I did, then I wouldn’t constantly need to be fighting for your attention knowing it’s always going to be a losing battle. Your there for Reni more than you’re there for me, and we’re the ones in a relationship. I’m not stopping you from seeing Reni because that would just be wrong on my behalf, but at least put some effort in Oikawa.”

“Put some effort in? Oh you must be fucking kidding me. You should be grateful I even asked you out in the first place instead of telling me to put some effort in. The difference between you and Reni is that she’s not a jealous and clingy bitch who can’t even handle her own partner from seeing his friends without kicking up a fight. I could easily dump you anyday y/n and yet I haven’t, so how about you put some effort in and stop being so fucking controlling.”

It seemed as if everything came to a standstill the moment those venomous words left his mouth. It made your eyes water and your heart clench, every syllable of ‘jealous’, every syllable of  ‘controlling’, stabbed your heart to the point you wondered if you’d ever be able to piece it back together. 

Yet through the darkness a tiny flicker of light fought its way through. And that tiny flicker of light is what reminded you that not a single bit of this stupid argument was your fault. Blinking a few times, you forced yourself to bite back your tears that threatened to tumble, before clenching your fists to the point your knuckles turned white, and glowered up at your soon to be ex boyfriend. 

“I lowered my fucking standards for you Tooru. Lowered my fucking standards to be with someone who only sees me as second best. Who’d rather let some  bitch with a skirt shorter than your hindsight to drag you around like a doll with no brains. All this time I could’ve been with someone who wouldn’t let their ‘friend’ control every minute of their life and completely disregard the fact that they were taken. Well lucky for you Tooru, Reni’s all yours now. She’s won, that bitch with the cockroach eyelashes has won. So now you can get the fuck out of my way because we’re over.” 

And with that you shoved your way past your ex, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your blazer, your hair framing your face now slick with fresh tears. 

It was his loss after all. His loss that he wasn’t able to decipher friendliness from flirtiness. Or maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe Oikawa knew ignoring his relationship status to spend time with someone who was quite blatantly ready to jump into his pants at any given opportunity was wrong. Maybe Oikawa knew he’d have you forever, he’d have you to come back to when everyone else left him for the same reason his last girlfriend did. Except this time he was wrong. He didn’t have you forever. And it was all his fault. 

Deep down he knew you had every right to shove past him, he knew you had every right to be furious with him, yet admitting that would’ve been the last thing he’d do. So instead Oikawa just scoffed before heading in the opposite direction that you had disappeared in, and into the gym. Completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend had just heard the entire event go down. 

2 months later

You giggled as you let your boyfriend Iwaizumi drag you along the school halls. Similar to how you used to watch her do to him. Except in this point in time, you could honestly care less about_ them._ Now you had found yourself a perfect boyfriend who saw you as nothing but the best. He’d see through any girl’s lame attempts to buy themselves alone time with him and would certainly cherish every moment spent together. Hajime knew just how easy it was to let someone slip through your fingers when you took advantage of them just being there, after seeing the exact situation enravel in front of his best friend only a couple months ago. 

“Babe are you even listening to me?” 

God was her voice annoying. 

“Babe.”

Oikawa sighed before finally glancing down at the girl who spent every second possible hanging off him like the school tie he wore. 

“Hm Reni.” He zoned out the moment she began rambling on about God knows what. Probably something to do with how he seemed to have gained more fangirls or whatever. But he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you. You, who was currently skipping along with his best friend, happier than you’d ever been with him. You who was never like this. Never like Reni who was jealous, clingy and so fucking controlling. 

Oh.

a/n: We all know that both Oikawa and Iwaizumi would be the best boyfriends ever despite Oikawa being a piece of shit in this.😌 

[that-was-anticlimactic]

asdfaghgf forgot to send an ask yesterday BUT!! im a few episodes from the finale and i just love this season!!!! COLE GREW ON ME SM <333333 HIM AFTER THAT EARTH TEMPLE TAKING LEADERSHIP WAS SO COOL!!!! also love that thief guy! he really said tits out w his outfit while also wearing a mask and a hood and i respect that. adam is beloved ofc <33 kai and nya becoming leaders of opposing tribes at the same time was pretty funny but i also really appreciate that they both showed sides of themselves that we normally don't see! for kai it was using tricks/smarts to reach his goal and for nya it was sheer force/strength and its rlly nice to see them in each others element! (that moment when kai said "well she isnt that ugly" abt nya was absolute peak sibling energy im so here for this. ALSO WHEN HE SAID IF JAY CAN DO IT ITS NOT THAT HARD BUT THEN HE FAILED ASDHLDSFG I LOVE HIM) im absolutely loving the new armor looks they all have now too they look so freaking cool!!!! tbh so far i have no idea what a 'spinjitsu burst' is but if kai doesnt do it at some point i will be extremely dissapointed. i just think he deserves to go absolutely rabid and unleash raw hell on someone at least once in the series. also progressively getting more n more salty as i realize kai has not had a single season centered only around him yet :( I WANT ONE SO BADD ToT (correct me if i'm wrong but i think tournament of elements also focused on zane and the hands of time had nya. so like it wasnt JUST kai) SORRY FOR WRITING SM AGAIN ASDASDHFGKJHG

NO NO NO I AGREE WITH ALL OF THIS YES EXACTLY AHHHHHHHH

cole taking leadership and vania being like "cole is such a good leader of the team" and wu being like ":/// did he tell you he was leader?" and vania being like "??? i just assumed???" LIKE YES BRING BACK THE FACT THAT COLE WAS THE OG LEADER OF THE TEAM AHHHHHHHHHHH LIKE HE W A S the only reason he stopped being the leader is because lloyd became the green ninja like. dude knows how to lead. and also i love him. and i'm proud of him. and i would die for him tbh.

YES KAI AND NYA AHHHHHH one of my favorite things about s13 is that even tho the ninja got split up, it let the ninja be with other people than their normal, right? like, yeah jay and nya were together, but lloyd was thirdwheeling with them and we could see the regret iuytffyuiokiuygtfgyhuij and lloyd trying to diffuse the situation between nya and murtella? ICONIC tbh and i am OBSESSED with the kai and zane dynamic, so i cannot tell how EXCITED AND HAPPY i was to see kai and zane together !!! and i didn't even notice that kai and nya used strategies opposed to their normal... i LOVE IT YES NYA USE YOUR BRUTE STRENGTH i swear she's the second strongest on the team--

YES PLUNDAR MY BELOVED i love the upply so much you have no idea

and wait... FRICK kai deserves better

tbh i feel like part of it is because kai was like. the poster ninja for s1 and it changed to lloyd in s2... ig the pilot season is kai-centric and is more of a kai season than anything, but STILL. because i wouldn't really say there is a "main ninja" for s4, though i would prolly have to say kai, lloyd, or zane... they all have their own thing going on and it's so hard to discern... i will say tho, the "main ninja" for s4 for me is jay because that season is PEAK jay like s4 jay is my favorite jay <3 but yeah, HoT was a kai AND nya season...

give kai a season 2k22

[dieclownschaft]

I am Kroos in that situation

hes trying so hard to feel included but he knows hes thirdwheeling </3

[thefanficmonster]

Forever With You

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn) x Emo!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Death, Mourning, Swearing, Slight Gore

Genre: Angst

Summary: Living with knowing that your life was basically given back to you from near-death thanks to the demise of a loved one is the closest feeling to death with your heart still beating. Sam now knows that. The whole group knows that. Good thing friends stick together even after death. 

Requested by my lovely Until Dawn Anon. Hi babyy! I hope you enjoy the read and I sure as hell hope this isn’t the last request of yours I’ll be writing. We’re business partners at this point LOL. Love you ❤❤❤

QUICK NOTE - Some elements of this fic, by request of Until Dawn Anon, have been inspired by a certain drama series. I’m not gonna name it to avoid spoilers for both the show and this fic, but whoever’s watched the show will recognize which show is being referenced.

Sam’s POV

“You’d make a mean hunter!“ Chris comments as Y/N lowers the shotgun after shooting her mark for the fifth time. 

“Nah, I’d never hurt animals.“ She gives him a sincere smile, “But I appreciate you thinking I have the proper skillset.“

We’re waiting for the world’s slowest cable car to make its way to our station, aka the lower station so we can meet up with the rest of our group, assuming that any of them are already there. 

When I arrived at the station Chris, Ashley and Y/N were already there. They were sitting on the benches outside the station, waiting for me. I was actually supposed to take the same bus as them but something came up right as I was about to head to the bus station, forcing me to take the bus an hour after theirs.

“Sam, I will never forgive you for this, I swear!“ Y/N says, standing up from the bench and heading in my direction, “You let me thirdwheel alone! I mean, I could only survive watching these two beat around the bush for so long!“ She lowered her voice when she said that, giving the couple us two and Josh call Chrashley a quick glance over the shoulder.

I took her hands in mine almost instinctively, “Aw, I’m sorry. But look on the bright side: the love radiating off them is so strong it kept you warm as well!” It was true, her usually freezing hands were not so frozen. Still colder than a person’s should be, but not yet to the point of provoking concern.

She smirked, rolling her eyes, “You know I’d rather freeze to death than have love keep me warm.” She spat the word ‘love’ as though it was poisonously bitter in her mouth. Luckily, before I could say anything more, Chris dragged us to the makeshift shooting range he had found at the side of the snow covered clearing.

It didn’t take long for him and Y/N to start getting competitive with one another, like the not-blood-related siblings they are, so now Ash and I are observing their little competition of who can hit the most marks with the smallest amount of prep time. It’s obvious Y/N the one winning, but Chris isn’t the quitter type so while she is shooting even the smallest of pebbles in the snow we point out to her, he’s still aiming for the hanging sacks of sand and the glass bottles.

With the two of them being so immersed in their ‘competition’, Ashley and I are chatting while remaining a safe distance away from the shooting pair - Chris especially. Y/N has at least slight experience in the field. Being at the distance that we are, we are also out of earshot for them. So, both Ash and I bring up the obvious topic that never remains unspoken - RELATIONSHIPS.

“You and Y/N have been really close as of late. Finally making things official?“ Ash nudges the conversation first as she adjusts the beanie she’s wearing.

I sigh, a white cloud created from that breath of something between disappointment and dread, “We’re not even unofficial. We’re just friends.“ I take the opportunity to take a teasing stab at her, “I’m not luck enough to have my...“ I make quotation marks with my fingers, “’crush’ feel the same way about me. Unlike you.“ I smirk at her, noticing the color of red appearing on her cheeks despite the cold breeze that’s caressing every inch of exposed skin, making it worryingly pale.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Sam. For both of those statements.“ She says diplomatically, scanning the shooting duo with a quick once-over. “She isn’t as reserved when she’s with you. I know you don’t notice, but everyone else does. She’s different, warmer even, with you.“ I expect her to go on, explaining her situation with Chris, but she doesn’t.

As much as I’d like to get her to go on and spill a little of what she feels about Chris, even though everyone and their grandmothers already know, I can’t help but let my mind go down the rabbit hole of ‘what if’s. I’m not oblivious nor blind, I can see the way her demeanor changes around me in comparison to, let’s say, when she’s around Mike. However, she’s ‘warmer’ with Josh, Chris, Matt and Ash as well. It’s called friendliness. It’s no secret that she’s never been too fond of Emily or Jess or Mike. The friendliness of a person can so easily be taken out of context when someone’s crushing on them.

And Y/N’s friendliness especially. This girl hates romance. Absolutely hates it. The word ‘love’ itself gets her annoyed and bothered to the point of discomfort sometimes. I have never tried to probe and try to figure out why. I say I haven’t cause I respect her privacy, but truth be told I am scared. I want to believe there is a small part of her that still wants to experience a romantic relationship, a love connection, and I’m afraid that prodding the subject would shatter all the hopes I have.

How did I end up falling for this dark, broody, Catwoman like emo girl? - I have no idea. It was only natural if you ask me. I think I’m not the only one who’s so whipped by her, but I could never be sure. I mean, how could someone NOT fall for this raven badass: black hair, eyes just a shade lighter than black, tattoos - perfect combination of beauty and brains. And balls, she’s probably the boldest person I’ve ever known or will ever meet. What really caught my attention when I first laid eyes on her was the way she shined. Literally. I don’t mean that as a cheesy metaphor - the girl is always covered in jewelry that reflects the sunlight perfectly. She mesmerized me from day one. She made me a big hypocrite - I was always the one to tell Chris and Ash to make a move, to confess their feelings, and now here I am, in their shoes as though they have cursed me.

“Hey, eagle eyes! Our ride’s here.“ Ash announces, handing Chris his backpack as they fall in step, walking side by side around the station.

Y/N falls in step with me, elbowing my ribs gently, “Slow down, let’s give them some privacy.” She slows her pace to a frustratingly slow walk and I oblige, “I don’t usually say things like this, but they are really cute.”

We’d be really cute

Wait, where did that thought come from?!

“Yeah, I know.“ I say through the fog of confusion that has taken over my brain. “They sure are.“ I clear my throat, trying to hide the fact that my own mind just shocked me. Damn, what is happening to me? What is this crush doing to me? It’s exhausting and terrifying but....I don’t want it to stop.

                                                              *  *  *

“It’s ok, baby. You’re ok.“ Y/N’s voice echoes in the eeriness of the mines.

How did this night make a swerve for the worst so suddenly. All of it, all the horrors just piled up so suddenly. We’re fearful of our own shadows at this point. We are terrified of each other as well. We’re all in a fragile and vulnerable state, with out sanity hanging by a thread. We are all slowly losing ourselves more and more, the events of the past few hours and the hours to come dragging us in the depth of this seemingly endless void of terror.

And then there’s Y/N. Mike, her and I have just found Josh who was having some sort of hallucination-riddled breakdown in the mines. While Mike and I stood aside, contemplating our next move, Y/N didn’t waste any time hesitating. She ran right to his aid and literally pulled him out of his horrific delusions, wrapping her arms around him tightly, murmuring words of comfort as he cried on her shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I should’ve done something...I should’ve saved them.. I shouldn’t have done this to you guys.“ Josh’s sobs tear my heart to pieces. Seeing him like this is like watching a disaster happen right in front of me, but I’m incapable of doing anything to prevent it or aid help the people affected by it. I’m helpless, I can just stand aside and watch. Watch as he falls apart and Y/N desperately trying to keep him together as if she’s strong enough to carry such duty on her shoulders.

“It’ll all be over soon, it’ll all be ok. Hannah and Beth know it wasn’t your fault, Josh. We forgive you too. Please, don’t do this, at least not now.“ Just as she says those word, an inhuman screech comes from somewhere in the distance behind us, accompanied by another shortly after which came from right up-front. 

Good thing we don’t have to head in either of those directions, not that we’re safe no matter which path we take. We’re walking through thigh deep water which could be hiding anything below the surface yet we wouldn’t know because it looks more like ink than water. We’re not the most discreet nor quiet as we move forward, taken that we are doing our best to push through with letting out as little curse words and sneers due to the inability to feel our lower body.

My foot hits something solid and rather sharp, most likely a large stone, causing me to let out a loud hiss before I could stop it. I freeze, listening on the noises surrounding us, expecting those screeches to emerge from behind the nearest wall and put an end to this torture we’re enduring. 

I nearly jump out of my skin when a hand wraps around my wrist gently. My first instinct is to pull away, all my muscles tensing as I try to take a step back. 

“Hey, hey relax. It’s ok.“ Y/N’s voice is unusually soft and sweet, just like when she was comforting Josh. It’s the voice she uses when aiding a hurt animal, or calming a weeping baby. “You’re ok, nothing bad will happen to us, ok Sam? We’re making it out of here.“ She’s carrying the mom role, the older sister role, the nurse role and the pillar we’re all leaning on for support. She’s keeping it together so we can too.

Her hand moves down to mine, unfolding my fingers that I’ve curled into a tight fist due to the uncomfortable sensation of being half frozen and half numb. He holds my hand open while quickly slipping off a ring from her pointer finger and putting it on mine. It has a small brightly blue rock on it. I recognize it right away - it’s the only ring she wears permanently. She changes all her other accessories, but never this ring. I can swear I’ve heard her joke that she’d like to be buried with it when the time comes.

“The lady that gave me this ring said it symbolizes the courage to carry on while carrying the world on your shoulders, and that really stuck with me.“ Her tone takes me to a different place, somewhere nice, safe and warm. Her words wrap around me like a safety blanket, for a moment letting me forget everything: the past few hours, the present and the yet to be determined future. “I have a feeling you need that courage more than I do.“

I nod but I’m physically unable to look up and meet her eyes. My gaze is fixated on her hands, which I’ve never felt so warm, holding mine as though it’s made of porcelain.

“If you keep going at this rate, all your jewelry will end up on me.“ I fish the necklace from underneath my hoodie, holding the charm so she can see it.

It’s a necklace she gave me right before she went on her first forest ranger training program. We weren’t sure if we’d see her again when we were at the train station saying goodbye. She said there was a chance of her staying at the camp to fully devote herself to what she wanted for her future. Thankfully though, she returned about four months later. I remember how hard I had to fight my tears that day. I should’ve know it would be useless - Y/N notices everything. That necklace, a beautiful blood red circular pendant hanging on a silver chain, was her saying ‘see you soon, hopefully’. I haven’t taken it off me since.

“I’ve already written it all to you in my will.“ She gives my hand a squeeze before letting go and continuing forward. After a brief return to the present reality I follow, making sure to always be an arm reach away at most from Y/N. Being within close proximity to her makes me feel like it will be alright. I mean, she said it would be, and she’s never wrong.

We enter an area where the water isn’t as still anymore. It rushes towards this small cliff where it creates a waterfall, pooling in the lower level in the form of a deep lake. The water is way higher there and the ground at the bottom is not reachable.

“Let’s try not to get pulled.“ Mike declares, his walk now more of a struggle just like everyone else’s “If we can reach that wall without dying we should be ok.“

We all nod, more as a way of reassuring ourselves than a response to his statement. We are less than fifteen feet away, I have a strong belief we can make it.

Ten feet away. We’re almost there.

And then we hear it - a deafening screech. It’s right next to me.

We turn to see that monster grab Y/N by her throat, throwing her into the water. Before we even have time to react, it’s too late. The thing has once again picked her up, holding her high above the surface of the water. She looks at me, her eyes screaming the way her vocal chords can’t. The fear has silenced her.

The wendigo’s other hand pierces through her chest, pulling her heart out. 

She’s gone. She’s gone. She can’t be gone! WHY HER?! Why couldn’t it be me?! Why am I still drawing breath when she just let out her last one?! WHY DID IT GO FOR HER?! Is it because it knew that’s the quickest way to kill me?! TO KILL ALL OF US?!

The wendigo throws Y/N’s body over the cliff and into the deep lake below right before it climbs one of the stone walls and leaves our sight. It didn’t see any of us. We were too frozen to move even if we tried, of course it didn’t see us. 

“We..- we gotta keep moving. Sam, come on. It’s over. She’s gone. We can’t help her.“ Each word shakier than the last, but still like sharp stabs right through my chest. Mike has taken hold of my arm and is leading me towards the wall we are supposed to climb to get out of here and back to the lodge.

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I don’t remember climbing the damn thing. I don’t remember the way back to the lodge. I can faintly recall the pained cries of everyone in the basement when Mike told them what happened. All that time I couldn’t utter a single word. I couldn’t comprehend what had happened. It all happened so out of the blue and it was over so quickly, like it wasn’t the end of a human life. Like it didn’t matter and it wouldn’t have any lasting effects on anything that followed. As though her death wasn’t worth to be remembered.

It all sunk in only after I was out of that hell-hole lodge, the flames dancing in front of my eyes, surrounding the structure that within its walls held several of those monsters, one of which was the one that killed Y/N.

Y/N

Thinking of her got me to look down at the pendant of the necklace around my neck, the fire being reflected off its smooth red surface. Like a pool of blood in the middle of a forest caught by a wildfire.

See you soon, hopefully

I take one look at those woods, my heart sinking at the thought that behind those trees there’s an entrance to the mines. The mines that are now the resting place of the girl I loved. The girl that deserved better.

“Sam, they’re here. We’re safe. They’re saving us. It’s finally over.“ Mike’s words are nothing but a faint echo at the back of my conscience.

What’s on the front lines of my mind is that phrase - See you soon, hopefully. I’ll be seeing her soon. But not through death, she would never wish that upon me or anyone.

She’ll come back. She won’t let this be the end. She’s too stubborn.

“SAM!“ The screams fail to reach me completely as I run as though my life depends on it. My feet barely touch the ground, my instinct leading me to the nightmarish depths of this mountain. 

I will not allow it to be your resting place, Y/N!

I jump from the top of the wall into the shallow water, letting the water drag my shaky form towards the cliff. With zero hesitation or doubt, no regard for the filthiness of the water or the horrors that may await me below its surface.

It’s pitch black. I can’t see or feel a thing. My body feels like it’s being stabbed by thousands of needles, causing it to go numb. I push my lungs to their limits, testing every cell of my body, begging them to not fail me.

The discourage starts settling in, accompanied by the pain that’s spreading throughout my chest due to the lack of oxygen. I’m just about to swim to the surface to breathe when I see it.

A glow. More of a reflection, actually. The reflection I was talking about earlier. The minimal light that’s pushing its way into the mines has made it to this depth and is being reflected by a metal ring connected to a pale hand.

Dizziness and pain all but forgotten, I push myself to swim lower, grasping the hand and giving it my all to pull it up. I only realize I’m above water when air enters my lungs in large gulps. It takes me a second to take in the fact that I’m holding the bloody, pale, unmoving body of Y/N with a hole through her chest.

“Please...“ I beg through gasps for breath, “Please open your eyes, live. Oh God, a wendigo or not just...just please come back to me, Y/N! Come back to take me with you!“

Despite my words of desperation, my screams of agony, I know they are in vain. I know she wouldn’t come back even if she could. She would rather stay dead than return as a threat to her friends with the risk of actually hurting them. She would never bring harm to her loved ones.

Images flash before my eyes: The hurt in her eyes when Josh’s scheme was revealed; Her comforting Ashley while Chris was out with the Flamethrower Guy; Talking Mike into putting the gun away and not shooting Em; Her standing up to Emily, grabbing her arm before she could hit Ash; Her comforting the disoriented and scared Josh we found in the mines; Her looking at me a second before her death.

There are two scenes that have been permanently engraved in my memory: Seeing her shining form for the first time and seeing her ink-like eyes, filled with terror for the last time.  

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We’re sitting in a room with bright neon lights and security cameras in each corner. I don’t remember how I got here. I don’t even remember leaving the mines. We were all given a change of clothes and a blanket. They offered us food and something to drink to refuel our bodies but after those horrors we saw, non of us are able to hold anything down. Josh was taken to a separate room the moment the helicopter landed and we haven’t seen him since.

I’m sitting on a bench next to Chris and Ashley, opposite Mike, Jess and Emily. Poor Jess has had it the roughest out of all of us. She has been drained of all emotion, her face isn’t even pale - more see-through. Mike’s arm is protectively wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her close. Matt and Emily are holding hands, unable to say anything to each other. Chris has Ashley tightly wrapped in his arms as though he’s prepared to protect her from anything. 

And I’m alone. 

I saw a black body bag being unloaded from the helicopter. I knew whose body it contained. No one dared say a word about it. We had run out of tears and words at that point.

I keep my head hanging low, my eyes fixated on the white tiled floor beneath my feet. The lights are too bright compared to my pitch black world. It’s all just empty and meaningless now. Looking back, I should’ve taken my own advice and spoken up about how I felt. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, maybe everything would’ve been different. And that’s the real torment - I will never know.

I straighten up, squinting at the artificial blinding lights, resting my back against the wall behind me. As I’m doing so, I catch a glimpse of something shiny in front of me. 

My heart leaps. 

It’s such an irrational reaction to something so simple. So ordinary to anyone else.

The shine is coming from the light reflecting off the chain Mike’s wearing around his neck. A familiar chain I’ve seen on someone else.

“That’s Y/N’s.“ I bark at him angrily, gaining his attention, “Why do you have it?!“

“Sam...“ Chris’ hand rests on my arm, “We all have something hers. She was sentimental, remember?“

‘Was‘. That change from ‘is‘ to ‘was‘ is killing me. And the ease with which everyone has accepted that Y/N is now a thing of the past.

“She gave me a bracelet.“ Ashley shows me her wrist

“She gave me this cool watch...“ Chris rolls up his sleeve, “I’m glad it survived all the crap it was put through with me. Not a scratch.“

“She’d haunt you if you scratched it.“ Matt smiles but his eyes are dull with sadness

“She’ll haunt us regardless.“ Emily says, “I hope she does.“

The rest of the crew shows the pieces Y/N left them of herself and it’s the most heartwarming while also heartbreaking feeling. The room has a different atmosphere all of a sudden. We are seven people, each with a soul of our own and a piece of Y/N’s. 

As long as all the pieces are near each other, she’ll be alive and present. She’ll live on to watch over us and guide us. She’s probably looking down at us right now, relieved that we made it out. Overjoyed that Chris and Ashely are finally where they’re supposed to be - in each other’s arms. Glad Matt and Emily have found a stable middle ground. Proud of Jess for what she survived back there and happy she has found safety in Mike’s embrace. And what does she feel about me? As I said, I’ll never know, I can only hope she heard what I said to her back in the mines.

Assumptions aside, her message is crystal clear and leaves no room for speculations:

As long as we’re together, she’ll be with us. Forever.

[kyanmapng]

Episode 11 is out, and so am I XD

Okay, first of all I feel like not much really happened in this episode. Yeah, we got a lof bromance moments and Jug and Suho seemed to make up (unfortunately, ekhem), but aside from that... I don't know, a lot of screen time was used for unnecessary comedic scenes, rather than fully show us the size of tragedy that characters suffered. And when they do, they mostly focus on Suho, because it's not like Seojun was Seyeon's friend either... oh, wait.

That's what really annoys me. Someone before wrote, that forgiving Suho seems too easy. Like Seojun forgave him, because he saw Suho getting a panick attack, so he had to do it, because otherwise he would look like a bad character. But Suho intentionally didn't explain situation to him and prefered to act like a martyr. And show clearly treats him as one - from this ridiciulous car crash scene, up until his panick attack.

I know I may sounded harsh, but God, this boy get everything in this show without even trying. Best grades, rich family, the girl (actually two of them), right now even forgiveness. He's even Leo, which we all already knew.

Maybe I'm just bitter, because Seojun in this episode was mostly used as a comic relief and punching bag for writers, who just love to put him in the same place as Jug and Suho. At this point I'm not even hoping for him to get a girl - she didn't even seem to care about him getting injured. Like, even if he's just a friend to her, why she acted so indifferent towards him? It's just so depressing seeing him being completely ignored by her, when he looked so happy, when she cignatured his plaster. And also - when the hell is he going to see her bare face? Like I'm pretty sure he knows, that this 'cousin' was her, but he still hasn't seen her without makeup. They could at least give us that.

So in the end, I'm nowhere near being satisfied and I start to dislike the main character. She seems to be blind to everything besides Suho, she didn't even notice her bullies, when she was literally twe steps from them. I don't know, what writers plan for this show, but I'm feeling it's going to be even more plotless (is that even the word...?) and just dissapointing. Such a waste of great actors.

Thanks for coming to my Tedtalk.

Your intro is so powerful haha. And I understand. 

Thinking back, I enjoyed the bromance scenes because I’ve been starving for them, BUT as you pointed out, they used so much time for it and completely lessened the impact this should’ve had. Even when Seojun got a lot of screen time it was not used where it truly mattered? Does it make sense? He was there for the hahas and of course as usual thirdwheeling and hurting his heart, but when he found out the truth there was almost nothing. 

Seojun “being the bad guy” as people will definitely like to say, is a side-effect to Suho keeping quiet about everything. I would understand not wanting to tell Seojun if they weren’t close but... they were best friends! As I said before in one of my replies, Suho’s guilt is understandable and it was something that had huge impact on his mental health, but people overlook that Seojun lost the same best friend AND he never got a phonecall. He had no chance to ever stop it from happening. Both of them had to deal with this loss, not just one or the other. Keeping quiet just caused both of them to keep this wound bleeding for years. 

Don’t worry I understand, Seojun being so happy while Jug almost looks through him makes me want to punch something (and I’m a pacifist lol how far has this kdrama pushed me). He gets these crumps of attention from Jug and he shines brighter than the sun... it hurts. 

Writers are running in a circle with the bullying ordeal, making them almost meet but not really for x amount of episodes. Jug as a character is standing still and moves nowhere near any kind of progress, it’s frustrating and it makes me dislike her as well. 

My disappointment is also only growing, I was so SO excited for this adaptation, the cast is amazing but ... the turns the writers decide to take are just either incredibly predictable or annoying or both.