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~The Embrace Beyond the Veil of Time~

Linked Universe x Reader

Story by @vrsin

Linked Universe by @linkeduniverse

Fan Art : 1

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Sky held onto the tiny wooden necklace carving of a four pointed star softly in his hand. It was the first wood carving he made, while on this new quest alongside other heroes which share the same fate as him. The dark blue oak wood carving outlined with gold and a solid gold four pointed star painted in the center, softly glitters as the fire’s light hits it at the right angle. Failing greatly to substitute a companion which he misses dearly.

He stayed quiet but observant, as he listened to the chatter among the group about the new… riveting dream the Vet has gotten.

“Are you positive..?”

“For the last time, yes!”

Vet crosses his arms as he and the Old Man have a stare down. None have moved to stop them, frankly none have moved from their spots once arriving back at camp after the Vet went to the lake bed. However Sky couldn’t blame Time for being so…persistent.

You were always a touchy subject….

Sky can remember the tense talks when they all first came together, speaking about their own quest to defeating the great evil of their world, speaking about… the help

Though never being truly honest with each other, he thinks now looking back at it. He believes each knew about the real help which had yet be spoken about.

Sky was hesitant to ask if they had met you, if you helped them. Learning their place between time he soon found out he was the first, being the one to forge the Master Sword from what was known as the Goddess Sword.

He was the first, which means years could have past…centuries

Fear gripped onto him like a shiver of cold that never went away, always lurking, waiting. Just for the right opportunity to show itself and reveal the dreadful, gruesome fear that he holds deep within his soul and subconscious. Desperately praying to whatever God that may hear him that it will never come.

However, just as the unyielding thought of an unwanted fate happening to you clung to him like frozen fingertips kissed with the shiver of cold known as fear.

That fear soon melted away by the bright smile of a young sailor, the youngest Hero within the group.

“Isn't this a good thing?!”

The Chain all looked at the young sailor, a beaming smile on his face. His eyes twinkling with unshed tears of pure happiness. “This is a sign! It has to be!”

Wars crosses his arms as he leans against the tree he sat in front of, “Or a trick…by the shadow.”

Silence fell over the camp. None dared to be opposed to that option. It hasn't been the first time your voice or the mere mention of you. Have driven them to go deeper then they ever had before; in the most dangerous of locations that you would have smacked some sense into them for even thinking about going. To get even a small hint about you, only to come back with nothing. Each, and every time.

The search for you has been hard and long, though none of them ever gave up. If anything, now after meeting each other and learning they were all looking for you. Gave them even more ambition to push forward, because now Link wasn't doing it alone. Now he had help from others, who each are all driven to find you and ensure that you will never be taken against your will again.

Though any hint of you had to be taken into consideration, it also has to be reviewed with caution. You were no secret to his many many enemies he has gained not only in his singular lifetime, but in all lifetimes.

They, like Link, wont forget about you either. The annoying little bug which always stayed by his side, no matter the life. Never wavered or fled from fear. Always loyal to the hero, always warned him of their attacks. Guided him through the battle to ensure his victory. Made fun of them as Link proceeded to beat the ever loving shit out of them.

Each encounter and battle, they can hear your little high pitched annoying laugh as Link stood over them, victorious.

Oh yes, they can't ignore or forget an unwanted little pest like you.

Always cheering on your hero. Your Link.

Though they know how important you are to Link, its a fact documented in archives at this point.

So it comes to no surprise as they use this to their advantage. As they try to get an upper hand over the hero, try to finally slaughter him, only to fail at the end. Beaten by an infuriated Link. Pissed beyond measure by them even merely thinking of using you in any way, shape, or form to trick him. In the very essence disrespecting you.

This is why Time stands firm and motionless. He is the eldest…in a sense.

He must be the responsible one. The mature one. So he clutches his hands as tight as possible as his arms are crossed on top of his chest. He cannot let any of them see the shaking of pure excitement that is coursing through his body. He can't let his childness, his mischievous side, the blissful and most loving memories he holds with you. Blind him to what tricks this possibly could be.

He needs to be cautious.

He needs to be sure.

This is the first real clue they've had ever

So he stares down the Vet, Unmoving and unforgiving. "Speak of your dream.”

Vet bites his lip as he clutches his hands into fists on the side of him. His eyes shut so ferociously, he can feel his brows pinching against each other. He takes a shallow breath, going to sit on the log closest to the fire.

He doesn't want to talk about the dream, in general he never wants to talk about his dreams. Not ever since…

He takes in a deep breath.

He remembers how you would calm him after having a truly awful dream - not a nightmare - but so close to becoming one. The pain and grief he would feel. How he would launch up from bed crying and gripping at his chest as if his heart will burst from so much pain.

But then, without fail.

You would always be there for him

“Link, Link it’s okay. Im here, Im here. Breathe Link, that's it, Those dreams can't hurt you, not while I'm here.

It's okay now Link. I'm not leaving you.”

You're not here now….

You haven't been for awhile…

Vet’s eyes open as he stares at the burning glow of the fire in front of him. It's alright though, he’ll push past his fear and grief. Because now he will fight his dreams for you, to save you.

To be with you again.

“...I was on a beach…”

~~~

The sun was bright and warm on his skin, the wind blowing in his hair. He can hear the seagulls singing and the waves crashing against the shore. The smell of the salt muting his senses, he's at peace. A deep sigh escapes his lips as he opens his eyes. He stares at the bright blue ocean in front of him, the plush white clouds dancing through the sky.

Today is a beautiful day.

A beautiful day on Koholint.

Link stands still, not daring to move, to turn around. To see what is there, and what is not.

“Here again…always here.”

Link gently rubs his eyes, sighing deeply one last time as he proceeds to turn to the left. He figures if he's here, he can enjoy a walk on a beach. Though he never looks toward the island, keeping his gaze to the sea.

He hates how real it feels, how alive everything is. To the wind, the sun, the feeling of the sand underneath his bare feet.

He hates it all, because it lets him know. How alive they felt too. The people of Koholint.

But…this is a dream, he knows that.

And they…they were a dream too.

“How unfair…”

Link continues to walk forward, just enjoying the feeling of the warmth and the rhythm of the waves. The sound of the soft crunch from the sand under his feet and the cool breeze which kisses his cheeks.

“Ah~ The wind feels so nice here! Don't you agree, Sunny?”

Link smiles at the fond memory, you had always loved traveling with him, but for some reason you loved this island more than the rest of the places you both had been to. Whenever he asks how this lonely island was different from the rest, you would always say the wind paints colors different then anywhere you have ever seen. A watercolor of different shades and songs which blend together to make a wonderful dream.

This place has brought you so much joy as it did to him, and even after everything he has been through with Koholint and its people. He is just glad you were able to enjoy it, every moment. He smirks and rolls back his shoulders. He remembered walking down the beach just like this with you when you both first arrived, it was calm and serene, nothing but the sound of the seagulls and laughter shared. You told him it reminded you of a song, walking down this sandy path with him. Curious, you gladly sang to him. LIke you have done in his other lives.

“...How did it go again?”

Link lightly bites his lip, feeling his cheeks heat up. Slight embarrassment creeping up as he opens his mouth to let out a soft, rough singing voice.

“...I have often walked…down this street before.”

Link throws his head back with a laugh. He can't believe himself! He doesn't sound nearly as good as you did when singing. Though he pushes his laughter aside with a smile, a slight hop in his step as he keeps singing. Twisting his rings with closed eyes, his voice is low but smooth as he gains his rhythm. You had often sung such unique songs that he had never heard in Hyrule, songs only you knew. There were so many things you taught him, from songs to stories and dances. The knowledge in which you would use to lift his spirits and make him smile so wide his cheeks would hurt.

“Does enchantment pour. Out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live.”

“And oh~ , the towering feeling~”

He stops.

Doesn’t move.

Doesn't sing.

Your singing…

It's coming from the island, right beside him. This has to be a mistake, the grief taking him over and making him hear your voice again. It has to be it! He can't stop himself though, turning to look at the island. Though he doesn't see it at all, instead he sees a treeline. Leading into dark oak trees.

“Just to know, somehow you are near. The overpowering feeling~”

He sees a glow, a golden glow. Deep within the oak but bright enough for him to see. He steps forward to get a closer look. Entering the woods he hears the flutter of wings. Then he sees it…

A golden fairy clear in his view.

“That any second you may suddenly appear…”

You're right there…Just a few feet away. A bundle of golden starlight with shimmering dust coming from your wings. He steps closer to you, even if this is still just a dream. He has to be with you. He needs to…

But as he gets near, slowly putting his hand out to reach you. You fly away.

“WAIT!”

Link runs after you as he follows your humming, Youre rapidly moving back and forth through the trees, at some point he loses sight of you and spins around as he hears your humming coming everywhere at once. The bright light of your glow just within the corner of his eye, but never in view. This has to be the sickest thing his own mind has done to himself. To present the one person who he cherishes the most and stood by him through everything. Just being out of reach.

Link screams gripping at his hair tightly and falls to his knees, Hiccups begin to escape his throat and his eyes sting. A hand quickly goes to cover his mouth as he lets out a silent cry. “Please…”

His cries echo throughout the woods, the pain and sorrow leaves him in waves as each cry gets louder and louder to the point he is screaming as he sobs. It's so unfair. Dreaming of this once beautiful island, dreaming of you. Both things he has lost, but then. As his hiccups slow down and his eyes begin to dry up, he hears it again. The fluttering of wings

“No, I won't look…”

The fluttering intensifies as it's right in front of his face. He can feel the glittering dust coming from the wings falling gently on his nose and eyelids.

“...I said no…”

The continuous noise of the wings is all that he hears as he covers his ears. But yet that does nothing to conceal the sound as it gets louder and louder to the point his ears start to ring. However no pain comes from such an intense noise. If anything it's just urging him to look.

“FINE!” He shoots up with his eyes wide, just to slightly choke on his breath.

A golden trail.

Leading deep inside dark blue oak trees, with vines and colorful bioluminescent flowers. He knows this path, your fountain. Tired mentally and physically he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath in. Placing his hands on his hips he glares at the trail and woods, “...No…” He turned on his heel to head back from where he came. Just to stop at the sound of your humming, coming from the direction of the gold path.

Link sucks on his teeth, will he really do this to himself? Make him go through even more pain just to hear you singing? To hear you? Link sighs and his shoulders slump down - of course he would….

Turning back to the trail, he shakes his head in disbelief at his own thoughts as he begins to walk on the path ahead. Following your humming.

Deeper into the woods he goes, following the sound of your soft hum. You sang as if you were singing to a babe a sweet lullaby to help them sleep. The softness and care at each vocal note sents shivers down his spine. You were always so careful, so kind and soft to anything. No matter if it was another person, a flower, or even a rock. You held each with care, not because you believed that they were delicate. That you were so scared of shattering them, no. Because you believed the philosophy that anything and everything deserved softness in their life, a gentle touch, to smooth out the wrinkles of stress. From a world that could be so - heavy at times.

Even with monsters - although you have never killed any yourself before - Link had noticed whenever he had asked you to scout out an area or a monster camp. Not only did you map everything out perfectly that he could imagine it without even needing to look. When you assisted him on slowly getting rid of the enemies one by one. You had always directed him in a way that would make the fatal attack instant and painless, a silent mercy. Only one person, or thing depending on the lifetime - that you showed zero mercy.

Ganon.

Link was amazed on how utterly cruel you could be. Each swing of his blade guided by your hand, were ruthless and downright unfair. Insuring the battle moved on swiftly but that with each wound inflicted on his enemy would give him nothing but agony as he kept fighting. Though after every gruesome battle, you always lay on his chest singing him to sleep, finally getting his needed rest after his adventure.

Now, as he is following that same lovely voice through the dark woods. He craved to cruled up on a soft bed, with a warm freshly cleaned blanket, a fluffed up pillow under his head. You - his little nightlight in the dark, singing to him as drifts to sleep - you by his side. Maybe thats why he's following this glimpse of you. He craves to be in bed, to rest along side you. Singing another one of your unique songs.

So please…

Please just give him this one thing…

“People stop and stare. They don't bother me.”

He's at the cave entrance, your voice is stronger - clear. He takes a deep shaky breath and pushes the vines hiding the spiral stairs. Going down the steps he hears the echo over and the drops of water against the pools of water he remembers fondly. At the bottom of the steps, he sees it once again.

Your hidden fairy fountain.

Small pools of water reflected off the glowing crystals and bioluminescent flowers that decorated the large cave. Droplets of water coming from the ceiling fell down with a soft drip drip drip to the clear water below. The ripples of the water merge together until they reach the ends of their pool. The trail continued forward to a large pond at the very back. The pond which connects to the back wall of the cave with numerous amounts of crystals of various sizes and colors in the water, surrounding the pool. A waterfall from the very top crack of the roof, water glistening down in rainbow colors as it enters the pond. Lily pads and floral decorations around the vast cave.

Light and warmth drowned out all of his senses as he just stood at the very entrance of the fountain and breathed in the scent of the flowers. The fresh water, taking in the sound of the rippling waves - the beautiful background noise of the waterfall. He took a deep refreshing breath in and continued his walk to the very back pond. The one whose size, color and decoration of pure life ruled over the rest of the small pools -your fountain. The vast crystals, the unique flora and statues made of pure gold surrounding your fountain appeared to make it seem like a throne fit for the most majestic eternal ruler. Unique and ethereal, just like you.

Link almost lunched back as the water was violently rippling and moving. Something glowing bright gold at the very bottom. The water bubbling and splashing around till finally a pure gold being bursted out of the water. So bright he could not see the features but yet he could see the clear outline of a Hylian - reaching out to him, “For there's no where else on earth.”

Link has no control over his movements. As he gets closer to this utterly enchanting being, his footsteps echo through the cave, but yet drowned out by that soft singing voice. It's you. It's always been you. As he stands at the very edge of the pond, you push yourself up from the water with your hands. Your soft glow warming his cheeks. As finally - finally the same size as him, though he notices you're a bit smaller, which he smiles at.

You cup his cheek and wipe his single tear, “That I would rather be…”

Link hiccups as he slowly brings up his arm. To reach out and to finally touch you again. Though this time he will not be cupping your whole body within the palm of his hand. He will be cupping your soft cheek. Feeling the warmth that is radiating off of you. The golden fairy dust which is shimmering off of your being. Just as he's about to finally hold you again, something else pops out of the water.

Chains.

Made of pure darkness. They wrap around your neck, your body, your arms. It tugs you down, forcing your hand to let go of his cheek. The water which used to be clear and untainted, shimmering with rainbows. Is then contaminated and murky

“NO! Hold on!”

He roughly grabs at your waist, trying to desperately pull you up as the chains slowly keep sinking in, each link one by one, pulling you down antagonizingly slow. With such force that even as he grips you so hard that his knuckles turn white, he can feel you slipping away. He yells out your name, your reply a soft whisper of his. His eyes shoot up to look behind you, witnessing a scaled back barely protruding out of the water and going back down below in your pond. You're being dragged in. Down with that beast! He yells out your name one more time, and something snaps within you.

Realization

Acceptance.

Desperation.

He doesn't know, but he hears it.

Your scream.

"LINK!!"

With a final tug, you plunge down into the murky dark water of your own pond, which has been corrupted by plight. “NO!”

Shoving his hands into the water all the way up to his shoulders. He is reaching around trying to grab at you. How deep is this pond? How low could you have gotten? Did that monster get to you? Can he still save you? About to hold his breath to jump in right after you, he is pushed back. He falls on his back on the hard granite ground. Then swiftly pushes himself back up to look back into the pond.

And then he sees it. His reflection.

But it's not, him.

An exact copy of him is staring back at him, but his eyes are sunken and pure red. His clothes seemed to be made with threads woven with pure darkness. His skin an unhealthy pale grey. A sickening smile that spreads from ear to ear. So unnatural with sharpened teeth that appear ready to just puncture and gnaw at him. He stares in fear. Is this thing with you too?

“They're still waiting. You failed, hero.”

A scream of fury, defeat and just pure hatred escapes his throat as he swings at the water at this bastard reflection of whatever creature is staring back at him. All he hears is that manic deep laughter in the murky water. A single dot of golden light deep in the abyss.

You.

~~~

“I woke up and made my way to the riverbed where…I, you know.”

The calm calling of an owl in the distance is all the reply Legend receives. Time’s brows are pitched together as he continues to stare at Legend, though behind his eyes is a whirlwind of intense emotions Legend can't even begin to decipher. Vet looks around to the rest and holds back a laugh, many had thought during their travels that they were related by blood. Yes, they looked kind of similar - they did see each other as brothers. Though at this very moment as each held a look of extreme fury and determination. Those shades of blue eyes each share burns as hot as the blue flames the Champion has shown them once before, a molten heat of pure unfiltered anger. Any unlucky being or monster to come across this group of heroes would be nothing but a mush of inners and blood on the dirt floor.

“This bein’ of darkness…looked like ya?” The Ranch Hand let out each word with such a deep hard accent he sounded more like growling than speaking, but Legend understood the heated question. A confident nod made the Ranch Hand lean back against the boulder he sat in front of, his ears pointed back and a snarl showing off his pointed teeth. A full unhidden growl coming from deep in this throat, one shared look between him and the old man. “We are…familiar with such a doppelganger composed of shadows.” Time let out with a deep voice filled with venom equal to Twilight.

“...Do you think, the shadow we fought is the same as the thief of your face?” The young sailor’s comment caught them by storm, seeming to almost break their necks as they looked at him. The young man glaring at the ground deep in thought, at this moment he did not appear to be the child he was - but a veteran hero reviewing over the information provided, connecting together the possible profile of their current target. Each is proud of his growth, though if what he said is true…

With a tired sigh Time pushes his hair back and rubs his eyes, “If it is such a case, then this has been more complex than we originally thought.” Warriors pushes himself up as he walks in the center of the crowd, “The concerning question is, what do they want with our golden fairy?” Wild is next to push himself to stand, “Doesn't matter what, we won't let them do anything to them”, each nodding to the statement.

Four staring at the fire, a shifting of colors in his blue eyes, he shares his thoughts, “From the details of the Vet’s dream. It comes to the conclusion our fairy is held at their fountain, the way you were being led there, in addition to the song they were singing. They sang it to us once I think… It’s called ‘Where You Live..?-” as they reviewed the information none paid attention to the mistake Four made referring to himself as “us” instead of “me”.

“- ON The Street Where You Live’ it’s called and they live at that fountain when they're not with us!” Hyrule adds to Four’s explanation. Warrior and Time nod in unison, “Each detail points to that outcome, leading Vet to their home as well as singing about being home.” Time sits on a singular log in front of the group looking at each with the gaze of a leader, “Then it is decided, we sleep the rest of the night away. At dawn, we rise with the sun and start the journey back home.”

“To the Meadow.”

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Heyo! I hope you guys like this new chapter! Mid terms took a lot out of me than I originally expected, I'm sure my fellow students can understand lolol. Based off the comics it looks like the Chain has not yet realized that Dark Link and the shadow are the same person that's why this is going to be a huge detail. The version of the song "On the street where you live" Im imagining is by Vic Damone, he has such a beautiful voice and I adore how he sings! I like to imagine that whatever the MC does while playing Legend of Zelda, it transfers into the world while guiding Link such as singing. This opens the door of adding in a lot of modern-day references which I'm excited for! What is something you guys would do while playing? If you did not get tagged or if you would like to be tagged hit me up in the comments! Thank you so much for reading and I'll see you on the next one!!💙💙

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pinkie-quinns · 7 months ago

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(posting some old twitter threads here for posterity's sake)

rocker eddie actor steve fame au p1 | p2 p3 p4 p5 interlude p6

Steve follows Eddie out to LA. Indiana’s home, sure, but Eddie’s got dreams bigger than the both of them. And Steve loves him, wants to be there with him the whole way through.

He does odd jobs to pass the time, nannies a lot, works on sets. Extra work pays the best, quick easy cash, so he dances to click tracks in cut scenes of teen shows and pays for their groceries.

A producer on one of the bigger jobs picks him out on set, tells him he has a good screen presence. He gives him a contact for a proper agent. Steve books the third thing he tries out for.

It's a small role on a pilot that hasn't been picked up yet. He's excited but doesn't think much of it. Mostly he’s just happy for the paycheck. Corroded Coffin's really struggling to break through. They just got dropped from their tiny indie label and Eddie's really bummed.

And Steve uses some of the money from his big, SAG-approved paycheck to try to cheer Eddie up. Make him feel better about the whole thing. But it does the opposite. Eddie keeps acting resentful.

It only gets worse when Steve's show does get picked up.

Turns out he tested really well with audiences. So the writers rewrote him into the main cast, extended his two episode arc into the whole season. And Steve's really grateful for it, figures they both should be. Eddie's not really working and they need the money.

Corroded coffin is still labelless and basically broken up by the time the show comes out.

It's a smash hit. Steve's character is a fan favourite. Overnight, he finds himself within the throes of fame. He gets a manager and a PR team and a personal assistant.

He's away from home a lot, doing the media circuit to promote the show. People start prodding into his personal life. His manager, his team, and the network all advise him to appear single and available.

Eddie makes it easy for him. He leaves without saying a word.

Years down the road, Steve is settled into his fame. He's done a couple movies (some hits, most misses). His show is heading into its final season. He's dated a lot, mostly other celebrities.

Then he walks into a CVS on Venice & sees a name he's been trying to forget for 7 years.

Right on the cover of NME. Eddie had gone to London, apparently. Finally broke through there. Was releasing his debut album later this month.

At least that's what Steve could tell from looking at it. He doesn’t buy the magazine. He hops into his car and drives til he’s out of gas.

He used to do that back in Indiana. When everything got too loud. Used to do that with Eddie, once they finally got their shit together. Just drive until the tank is near empty & then pull up to some blinking gas station. Head home.

Steve strands himself in Santa Barbara instead.

He sleepwalks through the next few months. The town is buzzing around the impending arrival of Eddie Munson. His album, Penitence, debuted to solid numbers & has only been gaining traction since. He's promoted it in London, New York, done Glastonbury & the late festival circuit.

It's gotten to the point where it's big enough that its hit single is even terrorizing Steve's local grocery store. He knows the first three notes really well. Knows cause that's his cue to leave.

He hasn't listened to the album. He hasn't read any of the interviews.

In his head it's a good kind of revenge. Eddie left without a trace. Steve should respect his wishes, right? That's what Eddie wanted so badly that he couldn't even call.

He should respect that too, be staying dead instead of haunting every busboard like a poltergeist.

But he's Eddie so of course he doesn't. So instead Steve spends all his free time thinking about when he'll inevitably run into him. Will it be the VMA afterparty? Will it be the CBS lot? Will it be the whole foods he keeps running into Michelle Pfeiffer at? (Probably not that)

In the end, it's a knock at his door.

Eddie came straight from the airport. Big duffel at his feet. He looks a decade older but his eyes are the same. He doesn't say I'm sorry, or I fucked up. Doesn't get down on his knees & beg. He just asks:

"Did you listen to the album?"

There's a part of Steve that wants to throw a fit. Be big and loud and start lobbing things at Eddie. He'd seen a movie star do that on set once. Over a PA bringing him the wrong brand of flavored water. But he's not Wahlberg, so he invites Eddie inside.

And they sit and listen to Penitence.

It's an apology. A long one. Fifteen tracks though Eddie always used to be a real asshole about albums that were longer than twelve.

And it covers everything. All the regret and resentment and the ego that clouded him when fame happened for Steve and not for him. When Steve didn't even want it. It's sorry over and over and over again. It's I fucked up and please take me back. It's ego death. It's disgust and guilt and self-flagellation.

And when it's over, it dawns on Steve, who feels just as heartbroken as ever, that it's not enough.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #twitter threads #fanfic #angst #fame au

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vivid-dreamscapes · 7 days ago

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Can I make a request please? KiriBaku or just Bakugo (if your not a fan of poly 🙈) noticing y/n hasn't been eating, suffering from ED since she was young but something triggered it again. I read one fairly recently and as someone struggling with the same issue, it just hit me in all the right places. I totally understand if you give this a hard pass since it can be triggering for others. Thank you

Yes, ofc! Ty for the request, and I’m happy to write this! I hope it can help bring comfort to people struggling with eating disorders. ❤️‍🩹

Kiribaku x Gn!Reader

Tw: Eating disorder, angst, cursing

Bakugou wanted to kill Mineta. He wanted to put a palm in his face and let out the biggest fucking explosion he could even muster. The only reason he hadn’t yet was because Kirishima reminded him that you probably didn’t want attention brought to you. And because, you know, potentially killing a classmate was a horrible idea.

It had all started two weeks ago, on a Wednesday. It had been your turn to make dinner for the class that night, and after a lot of studying, you were too tired to prepare a full-on meal. So, making a quick stop to the convenience store at the base of the hill UA was perched on, you made a bowl of instant ramen for every member in class 1-A.

Sure, you added certain vegetables, spices, eggs, or other ingredients to certain people’s bowls to make them a little fancier. But it was low effort, and honestly? Instant ramen didn’t sound too bad to 1-A either. Who wouldn’t want something so simple after one of the most hardcore week of training this semester?

Once you had set out everyone’s bowls, you sat down to eat your own. You had just been happily talking with Eijirou about some new move of his, when Mineta finally came and joined the group dinner.

“…wow [name]. Instant ramen? Is this what you eat regularly, cause that would explain why Mina looks skinned next to you.”

Instantly, Mina threw her fried egg at his face, shouting at him about how wrong he was, and how he’d really crossed a line. Everyone actually started yelling at him and defending you. But honestly…you didn’t even notice. You just stared at the food in front of you, suddenly feeling a loss of appetite.

And following that night, you’d slipped into an unfortunately all too familiar pattern. Checking the food labels. Eating the bare minimum. Checking the weight scale. Skipping out on meals.

The worst part? Nobody noticed. Not one person. You pushed it off as anxiety. Blamed it on the protein bar you told everyone you ate at the school gym earlier. That protein bar was never actually there. You said the meds you were taking came with loss of appetite as a side effect. You said you were fine.

It wasn’t until a couple nights ago, when it was Katsuki’s night to make dinner, that he finally took notice. The thing about your boyfriend…he’s a good fucking cook. And he damn well knows it. So he usually doesn’t give a shit about whether or not people like it.

But you and Eijirou are different. You’re his partners, his significant others. He wants you to like his food, craves your validation. So when he sees you barely ever touch his Horumonyaki, he’s kinda pissed.

“Oi.” He said, and you looked up form the napkin you had been fidgeting with. “Don’t like it or somethin’?”

“Oh no, Katsuki, it’s really good.” You said quickly, flashing him a nervous smile, which you disguised to be sheepish. “It’s just a bit spicy for me.”

Bullshit. He didn’t add any spice tonight because stupid Racoom Eyes kept complaining about how he always made his dinners, ‘too damn spicy’.

But he didn’t press anymore. He just told Eijirou. And for the next few days, they watched. They watched you eat lunch. They watched you eat snacks. They watched you eat breakfast, and they watched you eat dinner.

They watched you eat.

Or rather…

They watched you…not.

Until today. They decided they needed to do something about this. So they waited for the elevator to reach the floor your dorm was on. Katsuki had his fists clenched at his side, foot tapping impatiently. Eijirou looked at him in concern, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

Once the entire door opened with a Bing, Katsuki stormed over to your dorm, Eijirou jogging in surprise to catch up.

“Oi!” Your angrier boyfriend of the two shouted, pounding on your door. “Open up idiot!”

“Katsuki, maybe they don’t want to be approached so aggressively.” Eijirou said, trying to reason with his explosive partner.

Regardless, you opened the door with a tired sigh. Your eyes were a little red rimmed, form being tired or having been crying, they couldn’t tell.

Originally, Katsuki had planned on giving you a very loud lecture and telling you that Mineta was fucking blind, and was spewing shit from his mouth. But seeing you so low, so out of energy, so…sad. It made him pause. And before he knew it, he was stepping forward, embracing you tightly.

You stumbled back a little in surprise, eyes wide before hugging him back. Eijirou quickly joined in on the hug, shutting the door to your dorm so nobody could spy on this personal, private moment.

So, after some gentle persuasion, you told them everything. How you’d struggled like this before. How you’d even trapped in this dark place for years, and had only been able to leave it a few months before coming to UA.

“I thought I was done with this.” You said through your tears, fists clenched on your knees. “I thought I was past this. God, it’s so stupid, and childish, and-“

“Hey, hey, hey.” Eijirou quickly cut you off, putting a hand on one of your trembling fists. He gently rubbed a calloused finger over your knuckles, giving you a soft look. “Nothing about this is childish. People having eating disorders though all ages in life, and not one of them is any more or less valid then the other.”

“Yeah, and not one of them is necessary.” Katsuki scoffed, and Eijirou threw him a look. “What?” The blonde asked gruffly, taking your other shaking fist in his two larger hands. “I mean that there’s no need to be so worried. Every body is beautiful. Just because one person says someone body looks one way, doesn’t mean the next person is going to see it the same way. And maybe they do. But maybe they find it attractive.”

You wiped a stray tear, trying to keep yourself from breaking down again. “B-But Mineta said-“

“Oh, Mineta said this?” Katsuki said, voice suddenly dark and angry. “Ohoho, I’m gonna fucking murder that little shit.”

Eijirou shot his boyfriend another warning look before rubbing your arms gently. “Listen, what Mineta said was out of line, and untrue. Remember when he called Jirou ugly? She’s not ugly, is she?”

You looked at him before shaking your head, wiping your eyes as your bottom lip grumbled a bit. “No. She’s really really pretty.”

“Exactly.” The redhead said with a smile, tilting his head. “So we already know Mineta’s judgment is pretty clouded.” He smiled, his words eliciting a laugh from you. He held up his hand, hardening it with his quirk. “Here. Squeeze it as hard as you need too, it won’t hurt.”

So you took his hand and squeezed the shit out of it, letting off some tension you hadn’t even noticed was in your shoulders. Smiling, you pulled back.

“Better?” Eijirou asked, and you nodded. Smiling, he and Katsuki scooted closer to you from both sides, wrapping their arms around you.

“We’re here for you every step of the way, [name].” Katsuki said gruffly, wiping a tear away with a rare smile.

Eijirou smiled and nodded, hugging you tighter. “We’re going to help you get through this. You’re not alone.”

!Not proofread!

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jelloapocalypse · 14 days ago

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If I'm not mistaken (and I fully could be so please let me know if I am) but didn't you used to be much closer to 2 million subscribers? I swear I remember seeing you at like 1.98 or something.

Either way, is there a good way to support you on Youtube? Or is that something I shouldn't worry about too much? Do you know if there's a good way to promote your videos to the algorithm that will have a good effect?

I've been hovering in the 1.8-1.9M range for like ~3 years or so now. The internet as it is now only boosts consistent uploads that are 15+ minutes long or TikTok-style vertical videos that are <2 minutes long with captions.

I don't do either of those and I have no interest in pivoting my stuff in that direction, so I think it's likely I'll probably never hit 2 million. It is what it is.

Subscribers have mattered less and less over the years. I remember them feeling really valuable in like... maybe pre-2015 when your subscriptions were at the top of your homepage and they prioritized showing you the stuff you said you were actually interested in, but now the sub page is super buried and unless you sign up for individual notifications from a channel you probably won't even know they uploaded anymore.

The internet is a slave to algorithms now. Stuff gets popular pretty much entirely independent of subscription count.

Jenny Nicholson and Hbomb are two of my favorite YouTubers who make absolutely incredible marathon-length videos once or twice a year (which is the exact type of thing you'd want subscriptions for), and even though both of them have been putting out mega-viral documentary-length videos every year for the last three years or so, their sub counts haven't exploded. People write articles on the things they make, in real publications too. New York Times and HuffPost shit. Yet both of them have less subs than me. Jenny has 1.3M and Hbomb has 1.8M which is insane. They should both be at like 3M+ easily for the stuff they make, and if they had the popularity they do now back in 2012, they probably would have the equivalent to that.

By the same token, I have a streaming channel that I do fully-voiced readthroughs of games on and there are people who try to watch almost every stream that often show up late and complain about how YouTube never notifies them. They had to hear about it via a friend on Discord even though they're subscribers AND they have notifications on. Being subscribed quite literally does not do anything these days.

It's worth noting that YT subs aren't really reflective of a channel's overall "health", if you want to call it that. My streaming channel has been doing really well the last two months. We played Danganronpa for charity and had the best viewership we ever got with 1100-1600 viewers for any given episode, which is really high. That's like Top 0.1% of Twitch numbers. We also get a ton of donations and artwork from our fans and watch time is up 40% from the last month right now. Forty percent. That's crazy!

But our sub count keeps dropping. We lose about 100 subscribers a month, for whatever reason. But isn't that weird? That literally every other metric on your channel can be skyrocketing while subscribers go down? It seems like they really don't matter.

We've had over 100k subscribers for a year and a half now, but YouTube still hasn't mailed us that plaque. I doubt they ever will. I'd be surprised if anyone on their staff even checks that anymore. Today's internet is focused on keeping viewers moving to new content and showing them as many ads as possible while they do it. There isn't as much of a benefit to keeping someone watching one particular person anymore.

I appreciate you trying to support us! I think just watching our stuff when you feel like it and maybe showing your favorite videos to friends every once in awhile if you think they'll like it is the best thing you can do. If even one person ends up watching and binging all my Epithet stuff that's like 6 hours of watchtime right there.

#Jello Asks

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mattsfavouritewhore · 7 months ago

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Why Her? - Matt Sturniolo

a/n: this is my first fan fic so pls be nice, i made this keeping in mind i might make this a series thing so yes its a bit of a slow burn. Its pretty bad considering it is my first time writing something like this.

Summary: You and Matt have been best friends your whole life, sometimes even more then friends.. so when he gets a girlfriend, you make it your mission to remind him what he's missing.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, protected p in v and oral.. might make this a partly thing.

part 2 part 3

Matt x Female reader

One of the perks of having a birthday on October 31st is the amazing halloween party's you get to throw. This year, Nick offered to have the party at his place, you, Nick and Chris spent months planning and decorating for the best night of your life, (i mean it is your 21st birthday), as for Matt.. well he had decided to spend his time with his new girlfriend.... Maria. Nick and Chris hated Maria, it was obvious she was clout chasing Matt. She would always ask to be in their videos or post Matt to her social media. They'd only been dating for a few months so obviously Nick and Chris got suspicious when she'd ask so often. You'd never met her personally but anyone who was dating Matt was immediately dead meat to you. But tonight... you were going to meet for the first time.

Nick is currently updating you on the shit talking Maria does behind your back. "I mean she hasn't even met you yet it's all empty threats and boosted egos." You smiled lightly at Nicks comment. "We would much rather prefer it to be you than her." You let out a little giggle. "Let's just get ready to have a goodnight okay. Who knows what will happen tonight." While getting into your costume, you go over your plan in your head: look hot, get drunk, fuck Matt. It was pretty easy, Matt always fell victim to your flirtatious persona, he'd obviously fall for it tonight after seeing you in your corset and mini skirt.

After putting on the finishing touches to your costume, you take a few shots with Nick and not long after people started to arrive, soon enough people were piling through the door in their halloween costumes. Matt had stayed the night at Maria's the night before so he didn't come til a little bit later. Your nerves started to rack up while waiting for him to come so you and a few others did a couple more shots.

"Oh you guys are gonna get fucked up". Chris walked in wearing his Stranger Things inspired costume. "AWWW CHRISSY! YOU LOOK SO CUTE!" As you walk over to Chris you stumble over the floor "woah! looks like someones already a bit tipsy." Just as you look at Chris, Matt walks through the door with his slutty girlfriend. He's dressed up in an extremely attractive cowboy costume, the jeans hug his crotch while the button up flannel shows his chest in the right ways, clinging to his arm... she's obviously dressed as a cowgirl, but the jean shorts give her camel toe and the tied up flannel shows just how uneven her boobs are. You mentally scoff before smiling and walking over to them. "Matt! It's so good to see you" You clumsily walk over to him and hug him in a way that purposely creates tension between his crotch and yours. You back away and look at Maria, throwing her a fake smile. "You must be Maria, it's so nice to meet you" She looks you up and down before throwing a fake smile back "you too... happy birthday" You look back at Matt just in time to see his eyes rake over your figure. "Well you two have fun" Without saying anything else you walk off.

As the night progresses you continue to dance with your friends and enjoying your birthday, every now and then looking at Matt as he looks at you even with Maria by his side. You even made out with a stranger just to get him on edge. The time hits 3am, everyone's sung happy birthday and are slowly starting to leave.. but the house is still more than full with people. You've stopped drinking now but can still feel the alcohol in your system. As you hug some friends goodbye, you see Matt kissing Maria goodbye. You smirk knowing Matt will finally be alone. Matt quickly pushes past you going upstairs and into his room... it was obvious he didn't want to be alone with you, but like hell were you gonna let him get away with that.

"Didn't even say happy birthday to me" you pout as you walk into his room. "You don't need a happy birthday from me, why are you in my room." You can see he's putting up a fight in his head whether or not to make eye contact or not. "I haven't seen you in a while, you don't talk to me anymore." You were serious now. It hurt not talking to Matt. "I have a girlfriend now." You scoff. "So that means you can't talk to me?!" "We don't talk. We fuck. And I don't cheat." He was serious, but you didn't care. You sat on his bed. "Why her." "W-What?" He looks up at you. "Why her. Why not me. I know you better than any other girl, I know how to make you feel good. Why her." He didn't have an answer.

You look at him right in the eye, "What does she have that I don't." He didn't expect that question from you. His eyes opened slightly before returning to his neutral expression. You crawl closer to him "I mean, she's hot.. but I'm hotter." You stop crawling right in between his legs. "You're drunk." You perk yourself right in between his crotch. "I stopped drinking about an hour ago." "Let's get you to Nicks room." "I don't want to be in Nick's room, i want to be in yours." Your hands roam his thighs, his breath hitches as he watches your hands. "Why can't you want me the way I want you?" You were genuinely asking. Before he could answer you place yourself on his lap. "This is wrong" he whispers so close you can feel his breath on your lips. "Then why does it feel so good.. No one has to know, just us." You pepper kisses on his neck, his hands subconsciously finding you waist as his head flies back giving you more access. You pull away causing him to look up. "Take my clothes off Matt." Without a second thought his hands fly to the clips on the front of your corset undoing them all within seconds. As he throws your corset on the floor you start unbuttoning his shirt.

Once his shirts completely discarded you look at him, he obviously can't control himself yet you can see he's thinking about how this will affect his relationship. Your hands find their way into his curls. "One more time Matt. That's all i'm asking. That's all I want. And after this.... you don't have to talk to me ever again." He looks up at you, obviously disagreeing with your words but all he says is "okay, once and then never again." A ping of heartbreak hit you, he was willing to never speak to you again. But you push it aside and place your lips on his, slowly grinding against his jeans causing a wet spot to form. He flips you both over and discards your skirt and panties. He starts kissing down your body, in between your thighs, you gasp and grab hold of his hair. "Doesn't matter how many times we end up here, i'll always devour you." His words meant nothing to you now knowing after this, you wouldn't see him again. You push his head in between your thighs and he immediately pushes his tongue through your folds. "Matt omg- fuck" you begin to moan loudly, no one can hear over the music. He laps his tongue through your folds before finding his way to your clit, kissing it passionately, not long after you clench around his tongue.

He moves away abruptly causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. "If this is the last time, i want this to last a while, i need you to cum in me." His words sent shivers down your spine. He moves back on top of you unzipping his jeans. "Condom." He grabs one from his drawer before putting it on and quickly pounding inside you. He was eager. You immediately become a moaning mess, he kisses you to keep you quiet. "Fuck- taking it so - mmm- so well" He continues to pound in and out of you, the bed frame underneath moving with the movements of his hips. "M-Matt, I'm not gonna last" You feel your stomach tightening around him, your walls clenching him. He throws his head to your neck sucking on the skin to quiet himself. Your hands run through his hair, pulling on it lightly. "One last time. One last time." He starts chanting it to get himself off, tears brim your eyes knowing that he's looking forward to this ending more than it happening. "Matt i'm gonna cum" You push your hips into him causing one last enjoyable ride before the both of you cum in unison. He rolls over panting. You quickly put your clothes back on without saying a word. "Where are you going?" "You said one last time, never again." "That doesn't mean you have to leave." You look at him. "You didn't enjoy that. You didn't want it like I did. I'm better off out of your hair anyways." "cmon i did want it. I just.. Maria-" You cut him off "Why her matt?! I was right here! waiting for you. and you... you chose her." He didn't say anything so you left.

You weren't sober enough to drive home so you walked... you'd come back for your car tomorrow.

A/N: I know this is bad.. it's literally my first time writing something like this so I'll take any feedback i cant get lol.

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #matt x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fandom #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader

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sailorblossoms-rankane · 9 months ago

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(Posting my threads on tumblr so I can talk to fellow Akane/Rankane enjoyers, part 1) (manga exclusive, I haven't seen the 80s anime)

When Kasumi says this, Ranma has already experienced both sides of Akane. He likes both the fire and the sweetness, but he doesn't know how to get the sweet side... and therein lies the problem.

Early on we learn that even if Akane defies others' very rigid ideas of femininity because she [gaps] likes to have short hair and "acts like a boy," she wants to be beautiful. she wants to feel loved and wanted. When Ranma calls her uncute, he's picking at her biggest insecurity.

And so Akane retaliates by beating his ass. He can be a jerk, but I don't think he ever wants to hurt her (he can't think of anything else/tries to make it up to her if a line is crossed) but he picks fights with her constantly because he doesn't know how else to get her attention.

He's no fan of being punched if it feels like a rejection and/or he doesn't get what he did wrong, but he knows damn well he's going to be sent flying when he teases her, and he does it constantly anyway... you gotta consider that on some level he likes it.

I think Ranma likes it as long as it is unserious because he loves fighting, but he refuses to fight with Akane physically/hit a girl, so the pull and push of teasing her and her hitting him with toon force (gotta remember this is slapstick) is a version of sparring. Martial arts is what he knows best, after all.

Ranma likes Akane's fiery spirit. He also picks fights with her to "fire her up" because he doesn't like seeing her sad. If Akane is sad or genuinely mad at him, Ranma can think of anything else.

Another part of Ranma teasing her is that it's a way to hide his feelings and "protect himself" ... but when Akane is down, he can push through and admit he actually finds her cute. I think the first time he says it it's "easy" because he hasn't yet realize how much he likes her.

Ranma is casual when he calls other girls cute because it doesn't matter as he doesn't have feelings for them. But once it dawns on him how much it matters with Akane, it becomes very difficult to say it, because there are feelings attached to it.

But even if Ranma picks on her insecurities, a character defining moment comes with Ranma telling her that he thinks short hair (the hair Akane chooses when she's truly herself, as opposed to trying to conform to an idea of beauty/love) looks better on her.

Being sincere and vulnerable with Akane gets him her very coveted sweet side, but as simple as it sounds and as much as he wants her to be "cute" with him, it's very difficult for him in practice.

Just like how Akane sometimes jealously hits him, Ranma picking on her can also be jealousy. Plenty of examples with Ryoga but this sets the stage. Look at him trying to get her attention when the doc makes her blush. He wants her attention on him, not on other guys.

Adding to their fights (Ranma picking on her, Akane hitting him) being like sparring: part of it is not wanting to "lose" ... Ranma reacts to Akane hurting his feelings, and Akane also reacts to Ranma hurting her feelings, and so neither can "give in" and admit shit.

So much is going on in their dynamic, and much of it is set up in the first couple of chapters (including that if Ranma gets comically kicked by Akane, he likely had it coming... they even spell out that this is how it's going to work, and boy does he earn some of those punches)

Another thing playing into Ranma shielding his feelings so much I think is that when he meets Akane, some of the first things he learns about her is that she's immensely popular and than she liked someone else. That would fuck with anyone's confidence.

I've said Ranma teasing Akane is like a kid pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes, and in one of the first chapters he literally pulls her hair ribbon to get her attention lol

#akane tendo #ranma saotome #rankane #ranma 1/2 #ranma x akane #ranma ½

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astonmartinii · 2 years ago

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first impressions matter | george russell social media au

pairing: georgerussell x reader

george is meeting y/n's dad for the first time and all hell breaks loose

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username wait ur telling me george's gf is a max fan

yourusername i am a george fan first and foremost but my dad is staunchly orange army... it's a point of contention

georgerussell63 can't wait to see you guys soon!

yourusername i miss you baby i'll be back in a couple days

username WAIT george hasn't met papa y/ln yet?

landonorris he's too scared

georgerussell63 wrong !! falsehoods !! he's a busy and important man

alexalbon you had your blood pressure tested after talking to him on the phone ...

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username wait isn't y/n's dad here this weekend? george better back off if he wants to live

landonorris i just sit back and observe

alexalbon i got $20 on george getting dumped this weekend

danielricciardo yeah i back this

username y'all see george's face when he realised he'll actually have to not hit someone ?

yourusername i have faith, proud of you georgie

georgerussell63 thank you !! finally someone believes in me in this comment section

yourusername any bullshit with max and my dad said he'll disown you before you can even join the family

maxverstappen1 i just watched him fall to his knees (say hi to your dad for me)

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username get me a netflix camera in the y/ln household stat

username i was sat in the same grandstand as y/n's dad and that man actually nearly fainted

username i can't be the only one thinking that you guys are all just being a bit dramatic like people can separate sport from their own personal lives

username was george in the wrong? who the fuck cares i love the drama

username you guys know y/n wouldn't joke about the situation if it was really that deep

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username i hate the way any joke in this sport immediately has to become an attack y'all hate fun

georgerussell63 was a pleasure to finally meet the man, the myth and the legend

yourusername welcome to the family georgie xx

username this is so so cute y/n is so lucky !!

alexalbon get in there russell always knew you could do it

georgerussell63 you literally asked me for my car collection in my will before i left for dinner

alexalbon is the offer still open?

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username now see why did y'all try to ruin this, this is cute as shit

username peep the signed max pic in the back though orange army stay winning

yourusername the pasta won him over i think

georgerussell63 i think it was much more than that

username now what does this mean....

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yourusername: now we've all finally gotten round to meeting we can officially announce that the russell-y/ln family is about to get just a little bit bigger x

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username OMG DAD!GEORGE INCOMING

landonorris congrats you two

maxverstappen1 congratulations !!

username i cannot express how much i am not chill about this

alexalbon bagsy god father - congratulations xx

username the way they kept it a secret so long so they could tell y/n's dad in person

lewishamilton looking forward to meeting the little one

note: this is a real random one but lol i found it fun - also thinking of making one of those "buy me a coffee" accounts if anyone wanted to nice a struggling student xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #george russell instagram au #george russel imagine #george russel x reader

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mvrkieboo · 6 months ago

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Old Bloodhounds

P48 | damn 😭 still not over her huh

Mark couldn't help it, but his eyes were all on you throughout the whole post mortem meeting. He could sense you were a little uncomfortable, and your late arrival only caused more negative attention focused on you, since everybody in the room was aware you had been kicked out of the MNA Week Committee prior for your negligence. Seeing you squirm next to Xiaojun—Mark only felt sorry for you. He sincerely thought that forcing you into this meeting was a sick move on the lecturers' part, but he didn't have the power to go against it.

Thankfully, for you, the lecturers' never singled you out, and neither did Minjeong and Hendery. Sure, because this was a post mortem meeting, they also had to discuss the near disasters that happened during the MNA Week, but they quickly moved on to the quick responses of the other committee members that saved the whole situation.

Asides the meeting's topics, the very people in this meeting were bothering you. Yangyang was making it a point to openly ignore you, Aeri tried to play oblivious but was also ultimately ignoring you, and Xiaojun who had once been your close friend is nothing more than just cordial with you. Mark had been livid seeing you walk away from Jaehyun's performance three weeks ago, but his heart still broke seeing how the people who had once been your closest friends were treating you. It didn't really matter whether you actually deserved it or not.

When the meeting was over, you had been pulled over by your committee advisor, Prof. Jonathan Suh, and committee president, Hendery, to stay back in the meeting room for a while. Everyone else who was clearing the room could obviously tell they were reprimanding you, despite their best attempts in keeping their voices hushed. Mark's heart constricted at the guilty and remorseful expression you wore.

"Dude, she's officially Junyoung's girl now. You need to get over her already." Haechan groaned, hitting Mark's shoulders lightly.

They were loitering just outside the meeting room, standing and talking with each other. It wasn't just them too, even Yangyang, Xiaojun and Aeri were with them.

"Hyuck's right. You're wasting your feelings on her, Mark." Yangyang spoke rather dismissively, scrolling his phone besides Haechan, but his words quickly earned a harsh slap on the shoulder from Chenle.

"Shut up, Yangyang. Mark's clearly not comfortable enough to talk about this. Let's just drop it. So, heard from the grapevine that Jaehyun's got an offer from an entertainment company—is it true?" Chenle was quick to change the topic, and Mark was grateful for that.

"Oh, shit, already? That's kinda quick." Aeri exclaimed, and Ningning giggled at her words.

"Well, his performance did go viral. Everyone's been begging for him to officially drop the songs he had performed at the MNA Concert. And I mean everyone, not just his fans." Ningning nudged Aeri's shoulder with her own, humming to Smoke right after.

"It's actually a wonder on why it took three weeks for a company to reach out to him." Xiaojun shrugged, genuinely wondering why.

"But Jaehyun hasn't released any statements yet, so it's probably just a rumor?" Minjeong pondered aloud, and Mark finally found his perfect segue in inviting them over for the party.

"No, it's true. SM actually offered him a contract already, but Jae wants to sign it after his modeling contract with IMG expires—which is in a week anyway. He wants to hold a party to celebrate the signing, and he wants to invite you guys over."

"Wait, us included?" Xiaojun pointed at himself, Yangyang and Aeri, and all three looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, dude. You guys worked hard on the concert too, why wouldn't he want to invite you over?" Mark laughed, and Yangyang dabbed him up.

Everyone was beginning to gush on Jaehyun's kindness and humility, but the doors of the meeting room suddenly burst open, and everyone shut up momentarily when you walked through it. You froze in your steps too, but feeling ashamed, you quickly resumed walking, taking a turn and walking down the hallway away from them. Mark patted Chenle's back as he began to walk towards you.

"Talk to you guys later." He hurriedly said before going after you.

He practically had to run, because you were already at the opposite end of the hallway by the time he could catch up to you, making a turn to go down the stairs. Mark felt like he was actually, legitimately, chasing after you now. You were already running from him too. How did it get to this point?

When Mark reached the stairway too, your panic caused you to slip a step. He quickly reached out and slithered his arm around your lower torso to hold you back from falling down the stairs—but considering Yoonsu had just kicked you in the stomach last night, and the pain was still raw, Mark's arm coiling tightly around your front made it hurt so fucking badly.

He heard you gag at the gesture, so you quickly found your balance again and practically clawed at his arm to wrench away from you, your erratic actions causing your tote bag to drop on the stairs, as you quickly latched yourself to the stairway railing just a few steps below where Mark was at. At first Mark was a little offended at your visceral reaction, but when you turned your face to him, he was a little scared at how pale your face had gotten.

"Are you oka—" He was cut off before he could finish the question.

If Yoonsu heard the question through your bugged locket, he was going to go berserk. Who knows, maybe he was going to beat you up tonight for making Mark suspicious over how you were acting. Yoonsu also said someone asking 'Are you okay?' to you was enough to warrant him releasing your photos to the public for all to see.

"What do you want, Mark? Why were you chasing me?" You asked with faux anger. Your voice coming off harsher, your face twisting unrecognizably.

He was taken aback at the sudden anger.

"Why were you running away from me in the first place? Did you come to hate me that much already? That you don't even want to talk to me anymore?" Mark countered, raking through his hair at just how quickly your exchanges would turn into an argument.

You scoffed and began to bend down, taking your tote bag and its contents off the stairway. If you crouched, the pain would become unbearable—you were feeling lightheaded already just from bending over. However, you bending over in front of Mark was a little provocative in his eyes though, so he quickly snapped his head upwards to avoid looking at you for the moment.

"Whatever. Did you want to speak to me?" You sighed deeply as you stood up straight again, trying to make your arms hugging around your waist seem inconspicuous in front of Mark who was already suspecting you were in pain from something.

You cursed at how he knew you so well. In a way it made you glad too, because it was heartwarming to know he knew so well. How you wished Yoonsu hadn't stepped into your life again to ruin you. You mourned and loathed the circumstances you were stuck in right now.

"Jaehyun's holding a party for when he officially signs as a musical artist under SM Entertainment. He wanted me to extend an invitation to you." He spoke rather bashfully, a tinge of red on the tip of his ears because all he could see in his mind was you bending over for him in front of him.

"...when is it?" Your faux anger slipped away momentarily, obviously shocked but also in awe at the news. There was a little sting at hearing the news too, because you had to hear it from Mark instead of directly from Yuno himself.

"Friday next week. You coming? You should, you know. This could be a way for you and Jae to sta—"

"No. Can't come. I have plans that night." You cut off heartlessly, only because you can't bear listening to Mark spouting some pipe dream at you.

Of course you wanted to attend. Of course you would—but you were already dead set on the path in getting your revenge on Yoonsu. It wasn't a pretty path, it wasn't lined with marble and flowers—you were realistic enough to foresee that the end of the path was going to be violent. You didn't want anyone you loved to get caught in the crossfire.

Mark blinked at your immediate answer, before his shock turned into disdain right after.

"Let me guess; you made plans with Junyoung?" When his voice took on a derisive edge to it, you began to turn on your heels, turning your back to him again (how many times had it been? Mark lost count).

"Why ask when you already know?" You spoke in an equally withering tone as you walked down the stairs. It was honestly exhausting you, using this excuse again and again. Junyoung, Junyoung, Junyoung. Everyone else was getting sick and tired hearing it too.

"Because you should at least be frank in putting some other guy above your family, you coward." You completely froze at his answer, when your question had been purely rhetorical. You didn't really expect Mark to answer that way.

It broke your heart.

You felt your eyes water as your grip on the railing tightened, but you quickly raised your head and took a deep breath, before continuing going down the stairs. Mark had honestly forgotten how many times had you turned your back and walked away from them at this point. He was getting real tired of the sight of your back becoming smaller and smaller into the distance.

He felt his heart froze over.

Maybe Haechan and Yangyang were right.

He should get over you, because his feelings were definitely getting wasted on a coward like you.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you felt your main phone in your pants' back pocket vibrate. You knew it was Yoonsu, and you knew his text was only going to serve to make you angrier than you were right now.

But you opened it anyway, because you always needed the drive in pursuing your revenge against him.

You hated when that fucker would mock you.

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You stared at the latte on the table before you. It had a swan latte art on it, and it was gorgeous. Memories of preparing for the pop up coffee stop you did with your friends for an entrepreneurship assignment emerged inside your head, reminded of the time you had to hold back from laughing at Aeri's swan looking like a—as Yangyang eloquently put it—a deformed dick. Before you know it, a tear drop made its way into the latte. You sighed and covered your eyes, not really in the mood for crying in a public setting.

You turned to people watching to take your mind off the pain and anguish, finishing your cup of latte while you were at it, but you stopped when you spotted Detective Lee Taeyong inside the very same café you were in, sitting across a middle aged couple. His parents maybe? Besides, this wasn't an unusual sight at all, Seoul and Gangnam were right next to each other.

This was a rare chance in seeing Detective Lee, because you had only been communicating with Detective Do this whole time. You opened your notebook, scribbling something on it and quickly downed your coffee before tearing that page out, then clearing your table. You walked up to Detective Lee, who was obviously shocked at seeing you here. You put a finger to the lips and pointed at your locket, reminding him that Yoonsu was always listening.

You handed him the torn page of your notebook, and he took it. Reading the contents as you left him and exited the café.

"What was that, Yongie? Did she give you her number? She was quite pretty." Taeyong's mother softly teased her son, well aware his face attracted many kinds of women to him.

His father wanted to join in on the teasing too, but both him and his wife dropped it when Taeyong snapped his head up from the piece of paper, standing up abruptly—but you were already gone, blending in with the crowd outside. Taeyong looked spooked.

"No, that's a collaborating witness for a case I'm working on, and I think...I think she just gave me her will."

On the torn piece of page, it wrote;

If anything bad happens to me by the end of this investigation, please contact these people and tell them the truth of what happened.

They deserve to know. I won't leave them in the dark anymore.

Kim Soyeon (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Jeong Jaeho (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Jeong Jaehyun (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Kim Geonwoo (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Hong Woojin (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Lee Minhyung / Mark Lee (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Liu Yangyang (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Xiao Dejun (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Uchinaga Aeri (XXX) XXX-XXXX

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A/N : that torn out page is gonna tear y'alls heart out in P51 LMAOOOOO

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oneatlatime · 1 year ago

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Yet More Sokka Thoughts

I rewatched Bato of the Water Tribe for the millionth time and I made a connection I hadn't made before. When Sokka's dad says "Being a man is knowing where you're needed the most" baby Sokka takes it as 'being a man is to lead.' But what his dad is actually saying, which he makes clear in his next line ("right now, that's here protecting your sister"), is 'being a man is to serve.' You can roll those ideas into one and point out that to lead correctly is to serve those you lead. To be a man is to serve, which will incidentally make you into a good leader as well. This led me to two interesting thoughts:

-Where I am so far in the show (The Serpent's Pass), I feel like Sokka has unconsciously absorbed his dad's lesson, but unconsciously only. When things aren't too serious he still likes playing at being the boss. Like when he takes the lead on the 'investigation' into Aang's past lives' crimes in Avatar Day. He's goofing off, sure, but he's also acting in charge the same way he was playing at being in charge of his posse of four year old warriors right at the very start of the show. But when the shit really hits the fan, as far back as the second episode of the first season, Sokka chooses to serve. Usually as a fairly ineffectual human shield. When Zuko's ship crashes into his village, he's not standing on top of his lookout tower ordering his child soldiers into formation; he's standing between the ship and everyone else. In the season one finale, he lets Yue go only after she references that dying for the fish is the duty she owes to her people - how she will serve them for the last time. In that moment, service was a language that Sokka spoke and understood. When Sokka's not in a situation where he has to be serious, he leads by bossing. When things get serious, he leads by serving or by sacrificing, usually himself (or at least attempting to). At this point it's probably a good thing for Sokka's long term survival that he hasn't consciously learned the lesson yet - characters who define themselves by sacrifice have a very slim chance of surviving series finales.

-Do you know how refreshing it is, in this age of Andrew Twat manosphere nonsense, to have a show for kids present masculinity as service to others?

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #sokka

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ananke-xiii · 5 months ago

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Some speculations about the power of stories, cycles and karma and... Boyd.

***FROM spoilers (although it's mainly just my predictions lol)***

One of the things that I like about FROM is how they use different forms of art to help people remember things about their past.

Miranda used paintings so that she could remember and so does her son, Victor, who draws so that the pictures would remember for him. And it's precisely his sister's drawings that help him remember what he had removed.

Then, there's music, obviously, that make Tabitha and Jade remember not exactly their lived past but their karmic past.

There's also dance in the show but it hasn't worked its magic yet, I'm very curious to see how the ballerina is connected to Boyd and... Tillie? It's still minor compared to the previous two but I think we'll see our ballerina again pretty soon.

There's, finally, the power of stories. Ethan is the key-figure here because he's our go-to guy for all the crazy meta-ness of the show. But also Kenny and Kristi were reading a story together (cute and very Lancelot and Guinevere of them), they got stuck at chapter 6 or something before shit hit the fan so... I hope they won't forget about that.

More importantly, I'm very curious about one specific aspect: season 3 ended with Ethan saying that a story that has been told can't be changed so everyone is talking about how FROM is following LOST rule of "Whatever happened, happened", aka: you cannot change the past. Okay. But.

But I wonder if this is going to be the case with FROM since we now know for sure that the main theme is breaking the cycle of abuse. Since the show has introduced the concept of reincarnation I'm wondering if this means that yes, okay, the past cannot be changed, the story has been already told and there's nothing that we can do about it BUT isn't breaking it the whole point of karma?

I mean, a lot of major characters are starting to remember their trauma so this is good news but this also means that the show is faced with the three narrative choices, I think:

keep to its genre and let everything end in horror and blood. I think this type of ending can only be satifsying in movies but in shows where people invest a lot of time across multiple seasons spaced out over long years? Mmmm, it's very tricky to pull off. I mean, it can be done but I think it's very hard to convince people who have watched a show for over 5+ years that yeah, everybody dies horrendously, hurrah!;

the LOST way: some people manage to escape the town and go back to their lives and they all (more or less...) met there because they needed each other to move on from their past. I think this won't happen because of Harold Perrinau. He specifically accepted the role because he was promised it wasn't gonna end like LOST, so... Either FROM's ending will be a huge embarassment for everybody involved or it won't end the same way as LOST (fingers crossed);

since we've been shown that art has healing powers, stories too will be healing for the characters, aka they'll manage to change the narrative/the past. Now I think this is where the money's at and why I'm so intrigued by the introduction of time travels.

My istinct tells me that it's going to be a mix of 1 and 3: I think the show will end with the breaking of the cycle but I don't think that one particular character will make it to the end. The character is Boyd and I think that in season 4 he'll be key to understanding if the show will have a happy ending or not. So far I think it's not gonna be happy-happy for everyone.

I don't think Boyd will make it to the end because the elements so far tell me so:

1. The ballerina dance didn't help him remember anything, as a matter of fact he destroyed the music box to save people. This is a huge red flag: will he destroy his chance to break his cycle for the sake of other people?;

2. He's got two sons in the show: his actual son Ellis and his putative son Kenny. Kenny's father, Bing-Qian suffered from dementia and has been associated with feelings of confusion and with not being understood. He also talks about another form of universal language, that is chess. He unfortunately dies (Boyd seems to suffer from Parkinson's and he's convinced it's that because his father had it but he was never actually diagnosed with it. Or it's not been shown yet). Abby, Boyd's wife, also dies by none other than Boyd's hand. She was described as "confused" and people believed that she had started to show signs of some sort of paranoia, I think (we know now that, perhaps, she was remembering her past life). She wasn't understood/believed, too. Kenny's mother, Tien-Chen, dies as well and her death is also connected to Boyd. So, I mean, as far as parental figures with whom he's paralleled/paired go, things don't look good for our sheriff;

3. The point of the show seems to be that parents must avoid the sacrifice of their children. Boyd has two sons and he has martyr-like tendencies. Sooooo..... again, things don't look good for him;

4. Boyd-as-husband is connected to Henry and Jim. They're all husbands who didn't believe their wives and didn't support them. Henry and Jim are also heavily associated with the Man in Yellow who seems to be the primary abuser of the show (or he's very strongly related to the cycle of abuse that's been happening for who knows how long). Henry and Jim (and Boyd too, by extension) are portrayed as ambiguous figures, they're clever man who're also very morally skewed. There's something dark about Henry, I'm not sure about his intentions, his talk with Donna about thinking that, for a moment, he hoped that Victor were dead... I mean, it was a human moment but it was also ominous. (Let's also not forget about Boyd being a former-military and how the Civil War is a sleeping theme in the show. Henry was doing hard drugs with Miranda in the 70s so this tells me he wasn't sent to Vietnam? There's a latent element of actual war here. I don't know how it'll pertain to Henry, Jim (Jim's father was an alcoholic, is PSTD from war related to this?) and Boyd in the town but I KNOW there's something going on. I unfortunately don't remember much about my American History class at uni so I can only pick up the vibe without really explaining it, it's so frustrating).

While I'm more confident about points 1, 2 and 3, I'm not so sure about point 4. I think this will be the gordian knot of the story.

For whatever reasons, time travels are associated with grand-fathers/fathers and their assassination or impossibility thereof. On one hand, with the introduction of Henry (who's got the same function as Jim), Jim seems to be redundant and therefore his death is final. On the other, if his death is final it means that Julie, as a story-walker and time traveler, cannot change the past. This doesn't bode well for my hoped-for happy ending.

The shows seems to tell us: it's not about whether or not you can kill your father when you time-travel because it's about saving your father! (Julie saved Boyd-as-father in the well by handing him the rope).

So we have a story about parents saving their children and children saving their parents! Isn't this beautiful? I literally can't wait to see if I'm right or not about this, lol.

It all boils down to Boyd: so far the story is telling me that parents will most likely save their children but they probably won't be able to save themselves. However, Julie did save one father-figure so far, will she be able to save her own father? Can children save their parents?

These are very interesting questions but I truly hope they will stick to the "art has the power of changing people" theme (parents, children, everyone!) and give us a healing story rather than a hopeless one. Can we make it through the horrors or not? More importantly, can we make it together and stop this sacrifice madness??? I think we need stories that heal and give us hope!!!

p.s. for posterity: Season 4 will have "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree" playing in one of the diner's jukebox. Mark.My.Words.

#i'm leaving this for posterity lol see you in two years time past me #from tv series #from spoilers #from epix #from tv show #from tv #from mgm #from #from season 3 #boyd stevens #fromville #from series #from 2022 #q

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elliesngirl · 1 year ago

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Get Your Girl

Reneé Rapp x Fem!Reader: 1.4k: Masterlist

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You have been a huge fan of Reneé for the longest time, you have seen her on Broadway and ever since then you have been in love. You were so happy when you got tickets to her concert, you have been counting down the days to go and it has finally come, getting ready with your friend was the best feeling ever, you were so nervous knowing that you got VIP tickets, I mean, you were excited to meet her, but you were also very nervous.

The thought of it still hasn't hit yet, but you have planed what you will say to her because you really don't want to stuff it up. Your friend was currently putting putting you on your eye make up and she wasn't a big of a fan as you, so she wasn't feeling as nervous as you are right now. "You okay?" She asks it sweetly. You breath heavily "Yeah I'm okay.." she smiles, continuing your make up.

The time had finally came, you were driving to the concert, It was quite early since you wanted a good place, that was close to the front, you lined up and saw a few others (mostly lesbians) that had already started lining up. You kept practcing what you would say to Reneé, your friend helped calm you down because she could sense your nervousness.

Time passes quickly you were holding the barricade with a huge smile on your face, you were so excited you couldn't contain your energy. Time passes and Reneé finally comes on stage, you lose your shit, you can't believe see is right there. As you're singing along will all the words, you're friend taps you on the shoulder to show that Reneé is currently looking at you, you look into her eyes and you scream, making her laugh.

The show goes on quickly, but Reneé interacted with the audience a lot making sure that everyone had a good time. Its a Reneé Rapp concert, everyone will have a good time no matter what was the only thought on your mind. You were now waiting for the meet and greet you were feeling very nervous as you walked dup to her, "Hi.." you say shyly. She giggles, giving you a big hug.

You're friend is on the side, taking photos and a video of the moment, you pull out of the hug and start to talk. "I love your work so much, you inspire me with your songs and I really wish i could be as talented as you." You didn't even realise it but you were crying, Reneé noticed before you did and wiped your tears with her sleeve. "Oh my god.. I'm so sorry." you apologise for crying but she assures you that it's okay. "You're so sweet..How old are you?"

"I'm 23." (But tomorrow I turn 23-) She smiles, nodding, the photographer takes the photo and you bid your goodbyes, this moment felt so surreal and you knew you would be sad once it is all over so you cherish every single second of it, and your friend is filming it, so every time you want to watch over it you can. As you left, you were walked away with a smile on your face.

You spent the car ride back, looking over your videos and smiling at the run night you had, you posted the videos to social media, you don't have a huge platform, but you keep in public because you like to share your life with others, as soon as you posted it, you put your phone down and talked to your friend, who was happy for you. As soon as you got home, you went straight to bed.

You wake up with many notifications from Instagram, you look at it very confused, you check to see that not only did your post go viral but Reneé Rapp had commented, your hands were shaking as you read her comment.

"Such as sweet girl."

You were a happy she said girl rather then fan, it made you feel better. You liked the comment and got ready to think of a reply but that was when you got an even more shocking notification. Reneé Rapp had messaged you, at that point in time your friend was still asleep, you were to focussed on this to wake her up, you open the message and you can feel your jaw get wider as you read it.

"Never in my life have I met a fan that was sweet and as caring as you, (or as pretty) the way you talked to me makes me want to get to know you more, we could start through texts or I could take you out, I don't really mind." - Reneé.

Was Reneé asking you out? Did Reneé just call you pretty? You had so much questions running through your head, the whole thing was to hard to think straight, so you texted back without thinking.

"I'd prefer to go out :)"

Shit. What if she thinks you desperate? I mean she did ask you but what if this isn't her? your train of thoughts got cut off from the notification sound of her texting back. She said to meet at a certain location at 6pm. It was already 11am, you only had 7 hours to get ready. You hoped out of bed at the speed of light, hoping in the shower, making sure to wash your hair and shave your legs.

An hour had already passed and you were out of the shower, drying your hair, once you finish you go back into the room and see that you friend is finally staring to wake up. "What are you rushing for?" You're friend askes you, her eyes adjusting to the light. "Oh.. I have a date.." You mumble. Her eyes went wide. "Really, with who?"

You look down, knowing she wouldn't believe you, looking back into her eyes you say, "Reneé..." She laughs, rolling her eyes, waiting for you to say who you are going on a date with, but it never came, she looks into your eyes, "You're serious," you nod, throwing your phone to her, she catches it and reads the chat and her eyes went wide and a big smile appaired on her face.

You got ready for the date, you didn't wear anything way to fancy because you weren't exactly sure if it was a date or not. You just wore a black mini dress with nude coloured heels, Your friend dropped you off and you waited for Reneé, you smiled when you saw her, she was wearing black pants and a cream coloured blouse. "Hi," She smiled.

"Hi," You blushed, she smiled at you, giving you a small hug, looking at you up and down, "You look really pretty.." She smiles, "you do too." She smiles and you walk in to the place, she opens the door for you, and pulls out your chair.

You get to know each other more, Reneé is a really good listener, you love the way she looks at you when you tell her about something. You also listen to her, you found out some things that you would have never guessed about her.

"My friend was so shocked when she found out we were going on a date with you.." You tell her, she gives you a confused look before saying, "Date?"

You face goes read out of embarrassment, you try to think of some words to say, you just feel so embarrassed, "Y/n, it's okay, I was just kidding," She giggles, grabbing your hand, you take a deep breath and calm down, "Of course it's a date," You blush, she's so handsome.

The date came to an end and Reneé told you that she would drive you home, so you told your friend that. As she pulled up into your drive way, as you were about to leave the car, she held your hand, "I had a good time tonight, I really want to go out again,"

You nod, you look into her eyes and see that see is staring at your lips, you look at hers, she puts her hand on your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss, the kiss is nothing big just a light kiss against the lips, perfect for the first kiss.

You pulled away, she looked into your eyes and smiled. You said goodbye, and finally left, Reneé made sure that you were in the house before driving off. As soon as you got inside your friend was on the couch. "Tell me everything!"

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#gxg #mean girls 2024 #regina george #reneé rapp #wlw #leighton murray #mean girls #lesbian #fluff #renee rapp #femreader #reneéxreader

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