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05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!"

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later.

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me.

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move.

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery."

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises.

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area."

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother.

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

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faeiri-tft · 1 year ago

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PLEASE do the toontown online rant i want it so badly

this post kinda got away from me, and by "got away from me" i mean this 3000 word toontown rant is Part One. there will be a Part Two to this later in which i actually talk about the fanservers i wanted to talk about. anyway let's go

toontown online (tto) was a children's mostly-turn-based subscription MMO released in 2003. after a few years of obviously being on life support, disney gave a one-month notice that tto (and several other games) would be closing on september 19th, 2013. on the same day the game closed, the fan-run server toontown rewritten (ttr) was announced (with multiple other fanservers/fangames/reimaginings being established since), and is a few months away from outliving the original game

see, one thing about tto that allowed fanservers to crop up so quickly and easily was that it had, um, interesting choices. very interesting choices. like, "kids could use a code injector to turn their backyards into giant mashed-together nightmarescapes"-level choices

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(loose video description: a rabbit toon running around a chaotic mismash of rooms, obstacles, and npcs that Should Not Be There. audio caption: Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life".)

but ok let's talk about the actual game first.

toontown online (tto)

the game starts with you creating your player character - you can pick from eventually-9 species, a couple body types, and 2 dozen preset colors. the gender code is a spaghetti nightmare but you won't learn this until the fanservers come about so don't worry about it. you're then taken to the Toontorial, which explains maybe 20% of the game's mechanics before setting you loose into the main game

the toontorial also gives you the basic "plot", such as it is: Toontown is suddenly* under attack by a bunch of boring businessrobots called the Cogs. their goal is to turn toontown into a dreary gray featureless corporate hell; their business activities are so boring that they're physically painful to be around. luckily, they can't take a joke, so the toons have figured out how to defeat them: by playing pranks on them until they laugh so hard they Explode

*originally, the game installer had a little animation giving a backstory for the Cogs' creation. this was never referenced in game, removed pretty quickly, and i think even the devs kinda forgot it existed

that's...pretty much the whole story! in that context, your toon progresses through all of toontown, helping some mostly-pretty-interchangeable shopkeepers, reclaiming buildings from the cogs, eating ice cream, etc. occasionally, the cogs would Come Up With New Tricks (read: major content update) and the toons would Find A Way To Fight Back (read: same major content update). that was the closest thing to Plot, unless you count "the devs scheduled a bunch of invasions of high-tier cogs right before the game's closure". but...i doubt most the kids really expected a Plot. mickey mouse was there

the gameplay:

the Free Account

there were two...pretty different approaches to playing toontown online. when the game launched, there was a 3-day free trial to the entire game, after which you got kicked entirely until you subscribed. at some point, this was changed so that the first area, Toontown Central (TTC), was Always Free - you could do all of that area's quests/"taskline" and limited activities, indefinitely, and in theory this would make you beg your parents for the rest of the game

i have no idea if this actually got more subscriptions or not. from what i can tell it just spawned more warrior cats

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there were. a Lot of warrior cats. there were some other social activities, too, such as Fashion Shows (with your limited range of clothes) and Begging Subscribed Players To Summon Cog Buildings To TTC and Getting Chat Banned. ...however, as one of the subscription kids i didn't really interact with this side of the game, so i'm not the best person to talk about it

2. the Paid Account

mmm look at those crisp clear graphics. hell yes

a subscription account gave you access to this whole map, along with all these areas' tasklines. to progress through the game, you must complete a variety of "ToonTasks" for the Toon Resistance (it's called that. their catchphrase is "Toons of the World, Unite!". you were giving disney money for this). these reward you by increasing your max health (your "Laff Points"), slowly unlocking more combat options, and sending you to different, higher-difficulty areas of toontown

some of these tasks were...longer than others. generally, though, they all boiled down to: "just go fight some cogs"

combat:

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toontown battles are turn-based: the players use their attacks ("gags") first, and then any surviving cogs attack you with, usually, office equipment and puns thereof (unless the cog is e.g. a Loan Shark, in which case they can just fucking bite you). if you defeat a cog, it explodes; if the cog defeats you, you "go sad" and are sent back to the safety of the playground, lose your gag inventory, and can't leave until you heal.

early on, most your battles are 1v1, but later on almost everything is a multiplayer 4-ish-v-4.

an...interesting feature here in the game's early days was that you could only Type Your Own Words to someone who shared their "friend code" with you IRL. otherwise, you had to use this thing:

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you had a set list of phrases you could string together, which generally covered most the things you wanted to say. but it could get frustrating when you wanted to have a real conversation with your toontown friends! so...as the source above mentions, people obviously found ways around the system. turns out that if you let players move objects around their houses, they will use that to Draw Letters and pass their friend code along regardless

eventually - before the warrior cats, of course - disney presumably realized this system was pretty goofy (🥁) , so the game got a real chat, albeit one that functioned on a very strict whitelist. my favorite is that it didn't let you type numbers, however you could just say won too tree for hive etc. like. disney i really don't know what to tell you. anyway

(isn't he charming)

cogs come in levels 1-12, with levels displayed above their heads, and as you'd expect their damage output and HP increase with their level. however, the game doesn't...actually show you cog HP? instead they have a little colored light on their chest that fades from green to red until they explode. you see numbers on all the damage you do, and you see your own HP/laff, but never the cogs'. also lategame cogs are Too Tall For You To See Their Level once they line up for battle (which isn't actually that bad but it's funny). there's a formula for HP per level, but it's never mentioned in-game. i guess someone can teach it to you but then you have to watch them type "a level tin cog has won tree too health" and is that really worth it

(as you can tell i just��don't get this. "my kid is practicing arithmetic with toontown!" - marketing angle expressly denied by god. the stealth edutainment was right there)

anyway! in theory, you have seven base combat options ("gag tracks"), which combine in a variety of ways:

toon-up, which restores your teammates' health;

trap, which does guaranteed high damage but only if someone uses lure;

lure, which stuns the cogs for a few turns and is the only way to make trap work

sound, which does low damage to every cog;

throw, which does medium-high-ish damage to one cog; multiple throws combined give percentage combo damage, and hitting a lured cog will also add percentage "knockback damage";

squirt, which is exactly like throw but less damage;

and drop, which does high damage but cannot hit lured cogs, and has low accuracy unless you hit the cog with something else first

each gag track has 6 levels, which you unlock by using that gag track a bunch. you can't carry as many of the high levels with you - i mean, putting one piano in your backpack makes perfect sense, but two is just silly, right

a few years into the game's lifespan, level 7s were added - these were huge AOE that you could regain with every 500 track EXP. there was also something called "organic gags" to promote the please-log-in-every-day gardening system

every player starts with throw and squirt, and throughout the game you slowly unlock four more gag tracks. your choices are permanent: once you have your six tracks, you're locked out of the seventh forever.

in theory, all of this opens up a huge variety of combat options!

in practice, the battle strategy looks something like this:

use sound

as mentioned, almost all of lategame will be 4v4 battles, which means sound will almost always outdamage everything on earth. you don't even need four foghorns (the highest normal sound gag) to break 200 AOE damage, and the highest health a cog EVER has is 200*. and two of the boss battles can reward you with gag restocks and heals that you can use mid-battle with no consequences (other than having to grind for those rewards a bunch). and failing THAT, you can just...ration your foghorns and take 2 turns to clear a set of cogs, interspersed with healing.

(*okay there was something called "v2.0 cogs" but they were...strange, and we just used sound anyway)

sure, once level 7s were added you could use those occasionally. and you could fall back on lure+throw if you didn't want to use your sound restocks. but even then, for most of tto's existence there was something called the "knockback bug" which. well. just look at it

(link for transcript. it's tvtropes sorry)

if you are a target-audience eight-year-old this translates to "lure + throw will only do enough damage if the cogs Feel like it." like it's really just insult to injury at this point. this was the result of One misplaced variable and was not fixed until the game closed

in the tto era, if you didn't have sound, you were kinda doomed to be kicked out of every fight forever

(bonus fun fact: there were Four entire battle themes and they were 40-second midi loops. let me out)

the bosses:

each of the four cog departments has a Boss Cog. to face off against them, you have to assemble a cog disguise and collect enough merits/stock options/whatever to be allowed into the boss's office.

(pictured: your convincing disguise)

when you enter, your disguise pops off due to Reasons, and you have to fight through...a bunch of waves of normal cogs. it's basically a really long normal battle. once the minions are dealt with, you have to, inexplicably, do a live-action battle against the boss themself:

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(loose video description: four toons defeating the CFO by using magnet cranes to hit him in the face with safes for 32 seconds.)

the live-action rounds aren't supposed to go this quickly, but it's still...kinda strange? certain reoccurring game areas require Parkour, but there are no battles like this outside of the Four bosses. the CFO's room is the only place you see these cranes and they have A Lot Going On. the other 3 bosses have their own unique weird mechanics. before the first boss was added we neither had nor needed the ability to Jump. it's just weird

once you've defeated the boss, you're given a reward of varying usefulness (the best/most unbalanced reward type is Unites, which are a free heal or gag restock you can do inside or outside of battle. essentially lategame toons can simply choose not to die. riv2u etc.)

and, um. then you get some more merits/stock options/whatever and do it again. and again. and again. and again. and agai

the grind:

so the thing is that tto was a subscription mmo. every addition to the game had to be measured, above all, in terms of "how can we best get kids to beg their parents to give us money." this especially shows in the suit grind:

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you have to defeat each boss 78 times in order to get all their laff points - and as you proceed, you have to defeat an increasing amount of cogs to even be allowed into the boss (although once you max you get in for free).

by far the easiest way is to run through the designated HQ facilities - basically, cog fights interspersed with some platforming or minigames. you only collect your merits/whatever at the Very End of the facility. the only way to increase what a facility gives you is if your last battle ends during an "invasion" - a timed period where One Specific Cog replaces all street cogs, usually summoned with boss rewards.

the sellbot HQ grind isn't so bad. bossbot HQ - the endest-game HQ - frequently requires you to do an hour-long facility and on six separate occasions you have to do seven of them. if the invasion ends before your final battle, you have to sit around until someone summons another. if you lose your internet connection because it's 2008, or if your parents make you come to dinner, or if hacking or the game's general bugginess cause a server reset because you're probably in the busiest district for the invasion bonus, you have spent that Entire Hour On Nothing. the CEO (bossbot cog boss) probably also takes an hour because you and your fellow players are 10

this shit, combined with laff points locked behind gardening (time-gated), racing and golfing (multiplayer minigames with absurd requirements), and fishing (RNG-based with some fish being absurdly rare. i watched my mom fish for one every day for a month), meant that maxing a toon took Years, if you managed it ever.

it wasn't, um. it wasn't good

ok so what else is wrong with this game:

i had "aged out of the game" (lol) by the early '10s, so i'm not the best person to do a writeup of the hacking/scripting situation of those days. that said, what i'm going to do is give you a few examples, and i want you to just...look at them

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(source). early '10s youtube was funny i'm trying to decide if i miss it

(source). fun thing to note here is that other players had collision, so a swarm of t-posing toons could just barricade the gag shop if they wanted to

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(video description: toon who has Replaced His Head Model With An Anime Logo throwing thousands of jellybeans at everyone) (cw mild flashing just in case? and also the feather headband accessory)

i should note that the Bring Me To Life vid i started with was client-side, meaning only the player could see their technicolor hellscape. this guy's face was server-side. i do Not Think you should be able to do that

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(video description: a player demonstrating use of a bot to get into the nutty river district, followed by other players using it to go to different game areas)

the above video was posted on august 17th, 2013. if you don't want to watch an Unregistered Hypercam 3 recording at about 5 frames per second, what's going on here is:

the player goes to a specific location and says a specific speedchat phrase.

a bot toon teleports to their location and provides some prompts on how to use it

the player tells the bot, via speedchat, to teleport to the (currently closed from the outside) busiest district so the player can follow

these "taxi toons" were server-sided, persisted across server resets, were made by a future fanserver dev, had younger kids referring to them as a "glitch" as if this were something that could Accidentally Happen, and stayed functional until the game closed

like...a lot of the "hacking" was just baby's first script download. this one - afaict also created by the laughing man head guy - is like...the fact that after years of no substantial game updates, someone effectively programmed their own "QOL feature" (note: not actually good for the poor mid-00s server being turned into a clown car) into a silly disney MMO and it just fucking sat there for a year is just. it's just.

i don't know what this is. this is not Playing The Game Toontown Online. this is nothing. this is everything. there are comments from 2013 on some of these videos saying stuff like "hackers killed toontown", but your game cannot have this happen if it is not already dying

and, like...it was. i'm not sure how many moderators there were by this point, but at the very end of tto, the number of active devs was One. the original devteam recently brought this up at the 20th anniversary celebration: devs just...slowly started getting pulled from the game, one at a time. there were a few updates after bossbot HQ - Field Offices, which i've basically never heard anything good about in their tto form ever; the Silly Meter, a yearly event...thing whose main function was to add unskippable dancing-inanimate-object cutscenes to your street battles; Parties, which...yknow parties were okay actually. i accept parties. but they weren't exactly a Major Game Update like the ones that had come before. in 2011 we gained the ability to Wear Hats. in 2012 the test server got some actual QOL updates that never made it to the main game; the final test server update was some maintenance in february, and then nothing for 18 months. disney was not providing enough resources to address the scripting because disney was not providing enough resources to address toontown. imagine being the last dev standing on an MMO that was older than some of its players, was losing its business model to mobile gaming, and spent most of its life falling apart at the seams. just imagine it, for a second

it couldn't have kept going, not like this.

on august 20, 2013, the closing announcement came: we had a month left of toontown online. the test server shut immediately; subscription refunds went out, and the game became actually F2P for the month; the part of the announcement that went like "we're shifting our focus to other games!" made a bunch of twelve-year-olds hate club penguin as if club penguin wouldn't also close in a few years; all the holiday events went off at once; and...

there wasn't a "thanks for playing!" popup. everyone online just got kicked, all at once. it was finally over

hey wait.

#toontown #toontown online #tto #tft talks #tft stuff #<- this goes in that tag i think #this was like. enrichment. thank you

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dvilsdesire · 6 days ago

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// Now that I am somewhat settled in a bit more to the house, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reached out to me the other day when I wasn't feeling great <3 I think seasonal depression just kind of kicked in as well. Christmas is always a bit depressing and lonely for me as I live interstate and my partner's family is all still in the US. It's just us, and that's okay! but I do miss feeling like Christmas is Christmas.

I also wanted to actually say happy new years to everyone as well, and a big thank you for sticking by me.

Last year, I decided one day that I was randomly going to make a Haarlep blog after I was stalking some article about Raphael on the net, and hadn't yet KNOWN about the HoH and what happened (I was only in Act 2 at the time, but I already had my eyes set on Raphael lol). I went on YT and I watched the Haarlep encounter, and I laughed, and I thought this is amazing, and then I couldn't wait to encounter him in game.

This was entirely a case of "I didn't choose the muse, the muse chose me." Haarlep and I honestly just... clicked. I was in a pretty low place for a long while previously, especially since tumblr RP had generally been very slow since I used to RP in the DA fandom. Unfortunately, 10 years gone without any new things, and as an old timer in the fandom, it had died off exceptionally, and every time I went on my dash, it was just depressing and a ghost town. Everyone I knew pretty much moved on save for a couple of us, but even then, we were all so quiet and had all of our own real life stuff happening and other special interests starting to take over.

So I dabbled in the BG3 community with Sornin and made his blog, but Sornin is such a drastic change from my Inquisitor, Kaaras, who I had spent YEARS writing and crafting, delving into deep metas for him and putting a lot of heart and soul into him. Seriously, guys... if you know me from the DARP community... or if you were active like a good...7 years ago? I'd be surprised if you hadn't known Kaaras. He was a big muse with a lot of traffic, and I had multiple (amazing!) people tell me that he was their canon Inquisitor for their companion muses. The love I have put into him as a muse and character was well worth every bit to share that love in the community. He was a hero, and a big soft, lovable ram.

Sornin was everything that Kaaras wasn't, though. Sornin is a tough muse to write because he's very antisocial and doesn't really care to interact with others. So even though I had found comfort in a new fandom and RP community, Sornin didn't quite give me the unf I once had.

Then all of a sudden... Haarlep just... consumed me. He was this bright little ball of energy and fire for my soul, and this muse that I just was like omg should I? I'll probably write with like... 2 people with him, but that's okay! I was so fucking wrong.

Haarlep took the damn stage, and I have met SO MANY amazing and wonderful people through writing them. This wasn't a character I thought I would spend HOURS studying and delving into, despite the fact that we only see TEN FUCKING MINUTES of them on screen. But here we are, months later, and I'm so, soooo happy that I made him and that I've met so many of you through this silly incubus <3

Suddenly, I was writing replies almost every day again. I was scrolling my dash every day, loving and sharing content, and sending in silly memes. And I won't lie... if I hadn't started writing Haarlep here, then I doubt I would have started writing my long fic Raphlep series (which is now on 36 CHAPTERS!???).

So I just wanted to say, thank you all so, so much, for not only making me feel welcome when I joined a new community to RP in, but for putting up with such a naughty little gremlin of a muse and allowing me to throw Haarlep at you and getting all of that pent up energy out that he has in my brain, lol.

For weeks, I had wanted to make a Raphael blog, but I was too anxious and nervous, and insecure with writing a character that was so poetic and well spoken (and that I didn't KNOW a lot of lore about since the world of DnD is SO large). Haarlep was sort of a stepping stone I wanted to make to TASTE how far I could go and see if I could close that gap and finally write Raphael. But let me tell you, this damn incubus entirely stole my soul, and the centre of the stage. But I am thankful, so, so thankful, because without them, I wouldn't be learning more, reaching out more, and overall being creative again. <3

I hope to continue getting to write with you all in the new year, and I hope 2025 is kind to us all <3

#ooc #tbd

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hbyrde36 · 1 year ago

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The Crawl

Part 3 of 5

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cw: character death, (with a happy ending) | wc:7087

-Steve-

Will’s guardian angel from the Upside Down had been a faceless ghost to the rest of the party for a long time. Once the group accepted that he was real and started actually listening to the kid about what was coming for them, they began to wonder more and more about who this Eddie person really was, why he was in that place, and how he knew so much about what they were facing.

Steve found himself especially curious since the guy’s warnings had saved him and Robin from what would have apparently been literal torture by the Russian Military. Suddenly it felt like the mysterious Eddie was all of their guardian angels.

So, imagine his surprise when on the first day of their freshman year of high school the kids called an emergency party meeting because they’d run into Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson in the cafeteria and Will had instantly recognized him as the strange older boy from the Upside Down who had helped him.

The group quickly agreed to take Eddie under their wing while also deciding not to tell him anything about his other self or the alternate dimension, since they had no idea how he would become involved in their world of monsters and mayhem. They didn’t want to freak him out prematurely. He probably wouldn’t have believed them anyway

Keeping an eye on him meant having the kids join the Hellfire Club, the four boys did at least. It was no hardship, they all still loved to play D&D and would have absolutely joined anyway. Max and El refused, which was fine. There would be plenty of eyes on Eddie regardless because Steve was also being tasked with befriending him.

The kids could watch over him at school no problem, but someone would need to keep tabs on him the rest of the time.

It made the most sense for Steve to be the one of the older group to try and get close to Eddie. He had a lot of free time. They were both guys, both around the same age, and…

That was about it.

They didn’t have much or really anything else in common, except for the kids who Eddie loved immediately– thank god, but Steve was determined to make it work.

He thought it would be easy. He and Eddie hadn’t been enemies or anything when he was in school, though they hadn’t been friends either. They’d simply run in different circles and didn’t have much reason to interact with each other for the most part. Eddie had his band and the D&D club, while Steve ran with the jock crowd and Tommy and Carol, right up until the other-dimensional-shit hit the fan in his junior year. After that he mostly kept to himself and Nancy, and then just to himself when that didn’t work out.

It wasn’t easy, as it turned out.

Eddie was suspicious, to say the least, when Steve started making appearances at Hellfire every Friday night.

The first time he came to pick the kids up, he purposely hung around outside until Eddie came out to his van. He waved and tried to say hello, but the other boy didn’t hear him, or more likely, purposely ignored him.

His second attempt a week later didn’t yield any better results. Eddie looked right at him that time, quite clearly perplexed by Steve’s presence, but he still didn’t return the greeting.

The third week was when Eddie started to crack. Steve had an idea that it was coming. Dustin had let slip a few days before that Eddie had begun to ask questions about him and why he was picking them all up every week. Like, how did Steve even come to be your babysitter? And, aren't you guys too old for babysitters anyway?

Dustin assured Steve that all of the boys, even Mike, had thoroughly talked him up. He was a little doubtful on that point, but he had no choice but to roll with it.

As the four boys battled it out for the front seat, Steve stood outside the car like he always did and gave it his all, waving as he hit Eddie with the same dazzling smile that had knocked the socks off so many girls back in his King Steve days. Eddie met his gaze, big brown eyes a little wider than usual when he, finally, awkwardly raised his hand to wave back.

Steve was buzzing with excitement as he drove the kids home that night. It was practically nothing, the progress was ridiculously slow, but it was progress nonetheless!

He pushed his luck the next Friday, purposely arriving at the school a little earlier than usual. He knew Hellfire was hosted in the drama room so he decided to peek in and maybe watch the last few minutes of the game.

Eddie’s head snapped up in surprise as Steve entered the room, but he didn’t miss a beat as he wove his tale for the assembled group listening with rapt attention.

He hovered by the door, afraid to say anything or even move until Eddie caught his eye and tilted his head to the right, a subtle invitation to take a seat on the small couch on that side of the room. Steve nodded his thanks and did just that.

He quickly found that he couldn’t take his eyes off Eddie. Though he had no idea what was going on, there was just something about the other boy. It was endearing how excited he would get when someone made a good roll, or annoyed, depending on the situation, and so entertaining to hear him try on other voices and accents for the various characters he played.

There was something else too, but Steve couldn’t put his finger on it. Eddie had a way about him. Something that drew him in. With every gesture of his hand and subtle eyebrow raise Eddie had his complete attention.

Steve was staring, he knew it and yet he couldn’t stop. After a while Eddie noticed, because how could he not, and a little smirk appeared on his face.

Steve finally managed to tear his eyes away, embarrassed, cheeks growing warm, and when he finally looked back up everyone was gathering their things, the session having come to a close while he furiously tried to figure out why Eddie Munson of all people was leaving him captivated.

He arrived earlier and earlier each time after that. Even going so far as to change his schedule with Family Video so he’d be off on Fridays for the occasion. Something Robin teased him relentlessly for, though he knew it was only because she missed working together on those nights.

Eventually he began showing up before the game had even started, and he and Eddie would talk as they set things up.

As many great friendships do, it all began with arguing about music.

Steve was mainly a Top 40’s guy, Eddie a metalhead, obviously. It made perfect sense that they would butt heads on the subject, and butt heads they did, until eventually Steve admitted that Eddie’s music wasn’t all that bad. He even liked some of the songs that were a little less loud and shouty.

Soon after, Eddie admitted too that, yes he preferred metal but really he just loved music, and he could enjoy different genres as long as there was something to appreciate, like a good beat, a nice rhythm, or a solid melody with some meaningful lyrics sprinkled in.

It wasn’t long before they were making mixtapes to swap and introducing each other to new favorites, and a few guilty pleasures. Suddenly they were bonding over music instead of fighting about it. Steve wondered what more they might have in common if he was brave enough to look deeper.

The first time Steve went over to Eddie’s place to hang out it was almost a disaster.

Technically they’d been hanging out for a few months by then but it was always at the school and mostly around the kids. This would be the first time they could just relax around eachother, have a beer, watch a movie, and maybe talk for more than 20 minutes without getting interrupted by Dustin.

Steve was nervous, more so than he’d ever been for any first date before.

Not that it was a date!

He wasn’t sure why he kept thinking of their hang out in those terms, but it had been happening ever since Eddie invited him over. Maybe it was because it was just going to be the two of them?

No, that was stupid. How many times had he and Tommy hung out alone when they were still friends? And it’d never felt like this.

It was just because of who Eddie was, Steve reasoned. The stakes were high. He needed Eddie to like him. He needed Eddie to want him around so he could keep him safe, the same way Eddie’s counterpart in the Upside Down had kept him safe.

It made sense, that had to be it.

He’d gotten so antsy sitting around at home waiting that he wound up arriving at the trailer almost 30 minutes early, which led to Eddie answering the door with dripping wet hair, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants slung low around his hips.

Steve froze in place, unable to move from the doorway. His eyes were glued to Eddie’s pale chest. First admiring his tattoos and the smattering of dark hair, then tracking the water droplets that fell from his hair as they rolled down the length of his body to disappear into the waistband of his pants.

Eddie cleared his throat loudly, breaking whatever spell Steve had been under, and he snapped back to attention.

Steve was mortified. There was no denying that he’d just been ogling his friend. He could practically feel the drool drying on his own chin, figuratively speaking. He didn't know what to panic about first. The fact that Eddie was probably going to kick him out and say he never wanted to see him again, or the fact that he was definitely attracted to Eddie, a boy, when he’d never looked twice at another guy that way in his life!

Okay, that last part wasn’t entirely true, there may have been some wandering eyes and errant thoughts over the years, but only the normal amount.

To his surprise, Eddie didn’t say a word about it, only eyed him a little curiously as he moved aside and gestured for Steve to come in. He then, mercifully, ducked into his bedroom to get dressed the rest of the way, giving Steve a moment alone on the couch to get his racing pulse under control.

Somehow he made it through the rest of that night without making too much more of a fool of himself, though he couldn't help but notice how Eddie sat a little closer to him than might be considered strictly friendly while they watched their movie, or how his gaze lingered on Steve a little longer than it usually did.

He tried very hard not to read into the fact that every time they hung out after that night Eddie would make a point to answer the door shirtless. He was pretty sure the guy was trying to kill him.

Eventually Steve got up the courage to talk to Robin about it. They’d become close after everything that happened at Starcourt and somehow he knew he could trust her with this.

She’d hated him when they started working together at Scoops Ahoy. At first it was just because of his former high school reputation, but then she found out that he’d tried to get her fired.

She was furious, but It was for her own good, even if she didn’t know it at the time. Will’s directions had been simple, Steve and Robin were to go nowhere the mall’s elevators, specifically, the Russian one. A crazy fucking sentence to hear said, but Steve accepted it just like he’d accepted all the other weird shit in his life.

It all sounded simple enough, but it wasn’t Steve’s first rodeo. If the other dimension and its monsters were coming for them again, then no amount of elevator avoidance would leave them completely unscathed.

No, the safest thing for Robin would be to get her away from the mall altogether.

Unfortunately she was stubborn and smart. She managed to keep her job no matter how hard he tried, and ultimately Steve was glad she did. They could never have cracked the code without her. He passed the information off to Hopper, letting him, Joyce, and Murray take lead on the Russian side of things, while he and Robin helped the others fight off both Max’s brother Billy, who’d been possessed by the Mind Flayer, and the Mind Flayer itself.

They won the day, though Billy had been killed saving El in one final act of decency. Everyone else made it out relatively okay, including Hopper, which they were all aware hadn’t been a sure thing. It was the first time they knew for sure that they had changed something big.

After the smoke cleared Steve gave Robin the talk, explaining all about the Upside Down, Demo-whatsits, and everything the group had been through since 1983. He told her about Will’s guardian angel who’d helped him get out of the other dimension when he was young, and the warnings about what was to come. When she realized what Steve tried to do for her, and why he’d acted like such a jackass, she gave him the tightest, longest hug he’d ever received.

They were pretty much inseparable after that.

She had been there to help him figure out how to get close to Eddie Munson when they realized he was THE Eddie, and she was there again to help him come to terms with the fact that he was was bisexual when he showed up at her house freaking out at one o’clock in the morning after another night of hanging out with the other boy alone.

They stayed up talking until sunrise, until Steve felt like he understood himself a little better. Over the course of the night Robin had come out to him too. She was a lesbian and understood all too well the feeling of being confused about who you liked versus who you were supposed to like, and the pressure society could put on those who were different.

They were both so glad to have someone in their life who got it. Steve would forever be grateful to that stupid ice cream shop for bringing him and Robin together.

Gay crisis averted, she jumped right into trying to convince him to make a move on Eddie. After only one time of the three of them hanging out together, she was convinced that the other boy felt the same way.

Steve couldn’t really argue with her. He saw it too, felt the charged energy between them anytime they were alone, but still he hesitated. He was scared, for a lot of reasons. He’d been hurt before, badly, and he wasn’t sure he could go through that again. He already knew his feelings for Eddie were much more than a passing crush. He’d also never been with a guy before, romantically, and that brought on a whole different set of nerves.

There was also the big bad thing looming on the horizon.

Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One was coming for all of them, and Steve might not be one of the big brains of this operation, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew if there really was another version of Eddie stuck somewhere in the Upside Down, it wasn’t a good thing.

No, it could only mean something had gone very seriously wrong. His feelings for Eddie and whatever was budding between them could wait. The most important thing now was to remain vigilant and do everything in his power to keep everyone safe. They didn’t know much of what was to come, but Steve would be damned if he’d let Eddie’s fate, whatever it was, repeat itself.

He would keep this Eddie safe and when it was all over, he would tell him how he felt.

Except when the time came Steve completely and utterly failed.

They knew about Vecna and that Chrissy Cunningham was his first victim. What they didn’t know was when and how it would all begin, and in hindsight they should have kept a close eye on the cheerleader too.

Neither Steve or any of the kids had any idea that Chrissy had approached Eddie to buy weed from him during school that day.

THE day.

Steve was so pissed off at the time that it left him blind to the possibilities. Lucas had a basketball game, a big one, that happened to conflict with the final session of Hellfire for the current campaign, and Eddie, the stubborn asshole, outright refused to postpone. Even had the balls to ask Dustin to call Steve to fill in. He said no, of course, and to really drive the point home about who was in the wrong he went to Lucas’ game and sat front row center, cheering him on loudly the whole time.

As mad as he’d been at Eddie for excluding Lucas and not supporting his other interests, Steve was much angrier at himself the next morning when it all came down.

He and Eddie always hung out after Hellfire– but not that week! No, because he was pissed, and so not only did he blow off D&D, he told Eddie he couldn’t see him afterwards either.

If Steve had just gone along with their normal routine, he’d have been there. He would have seen Chrissy come home with Eddie. He would have put the pieces together! He might have been able to do something.

But he wasn’t there, and he hadn’t stopped it.

Eddie had brought Chrissy home to his trailer and she’d died a horrible death right in front of him.

Understandably, he ran.

A good thing too because It didn’t take long for the whole town to decide that he was a murderer.

Luckily Steve was pretty sure he knew where Eddie would have gone to hide out. Rick, his supplier, had been locked up a few weeks before, leaving his house on Lover’s Lake empty. Steve had ridden along with Eddie on a pick up once or twice, so he knew the way, and they quickly found him holed up in the boathouse behind it.

They finally told him everything.

Well, not everything.

The group still agreed that their Eddie should never know about the other Eddie. It was already so much to come to terms with, learning about monsters and another dimension that lived right under their feet. He didn’t need the extra burden of knowing that this had all happened before.

And Steve knew Eddie well enough by now to know he would have so many questions. Questions that none of them really had answers to.

He failed a second time when he and the others went off trying to figure things out, leaving Eddie alone and vulnerable when Jason and his goon squad had come to Rick's and found him hiding.

The panic that seized Steve when he came back to the lakehouse and saw the police and the ambulance standing by was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He felt a little sick about how relieved he was to learn that it was Patrick who'd been killed, but he couldn't help it.

He barely knew Patrick, but he loved Eddie.

It was the first time Steve had allowed himself to think the words, but it was far from a shocking revelation. He’d been falling for Eddie since the first time he waved back in the school parking lot.

Dustin’s walkie crackled to life not long after they arrived on the scene. Eddie was okay, and he was hiding out at Skull Rock.

Steve knew the spot well and didn't need a map or Dustin with his broken compass to tell him where to go. He wanted to cry when they finally reached the rock formation and Eddie came jumping out of the bushes, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap the other boy up in a fierce embrace.

They’d hugged before, it wasn't necessarily a new thing for them, but the desperation was. The way they held onto each other so tightly, as if they were afraid the other would disappear at any moment, the way Eddie pressed his face into the curve of Steve's neck, and how Steve whispered in his ear, “I’m here. I’ve got you,” over and over again. That was all new.

For the record, Steve didn’t exactly want to jump head first into the murky water of Lover’s Lake, but it needed to be done. Facts were facts and as a former lifeguard and co-captain of the swim team, there was no one better suited for the job. Even if one of the others had volunteered, he wasn’t sure he could have let any of them go in that water without him.

Meeting the other Eddie was not something Steve had ever anticipated happening, but when the living vines of the Upside Down grabbed him by the ankle, pulled him through the water, and down into their world, that was exactly what happened.

He was right there in the lake bed when Steve emerged, as if he’d been waiting for his arrival. Maybe he had.

Steve was completely unprepared for what he saw. Future Eddie, or past Eddie, or whatever he technically was, looked like he’d been through hell.

What he could see of Eddie’s skin beneath the layers of dirt, grime, and something that looked suspiciously like mold, was ghostly pale. His clothes were torn and stained with old blood, nearly black in color, and what remained of his Hellfire Club shirt was almost unrecognizable. His hair was a wild mess of tangled curls, and the deep brown eyes that Steve had grown so used to gazing at were stained with red, tainted, though the look in them was hauntingly familiar.

It was suddenly so obvious what had gone wrong, what had caused this Eddie to be stuck here.

He’d died in this place.

Steve didn't know how he was walking and talking or how he was still so completely himself after everything he’d been through, but it made it that much harder to leave him behind.

He knew he had to, there was nothing more he could do for this version of the boy he loved except to make sure things turned out differently this time, that his efforts and sacrifice hadn’t been in vain.

After their all too brief time together he managed to wrench himself away, but as he raced back to his friends he couldn't help wondering if another Steve in another time had been forced to leave this Eddie behind too.

He made it just in time to intercept one of the demobats before it could latch itself to Robin’s back. He grasped it by its tail with his bare hands, swinging it around in a wide arc before bashing it into the ground over and over until it lay stunned. He stomped down on it, pulling at the same time and managed to tear the creature in two.

It was then that he finally looked up to meet Eddie’s gaze.

His Eddie, soaking wet from the impromptu swim but not a scratch on him. Steve prayed it would stay that way. He reached out and took the other boy’s hand, lacing their fingers together and led the way into the trees where the four of them could hide before more of the bats arrived.

Eventually they got out of the Upside Down through the gate in Eddie’s trailer and regrouped with the rest of the party, but not before Nancy had the same visions that the other Eddie had spoken to him about.

He went back and forth about it in his head so many times, but in the end decided not to tell anyone else that he’d seen the Eddie who was trapped in the Upside Down. He didn’t want the rest of the party to feel what he did, a guilt that was eating him up inside. Let them guess and speculate and not be faced with confirmation of the ugly truth.

It wouldn’t make a difference anyway, except to plant seeds of doubt. Like he’d told the other Eddie, it was a solid plan and considering that they had way more players on the field this time there was no reason to assume things would turn out the same way.

They really didn’t have much of a choice. If they didn’t go after Vecna now, he would come after Max on his own, or worse, attack some other innocent kid who had no one on their side and no way to fight him off.

When the time came, Max was joined at the Right-Side-Up Creel house by Lucas, Erica, Eleven, Mike, and Joyce. El would be helping Max to bait and then ultimately to hide from Vecna, while also fighting him inside his own mind.

The rest of the party made what they hoped would be their final trek into the Upside Down.

Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Hopper would all be going on to the alternate Creel house to destroy Vecna’s body, while Eddie, Dustin, and Will created a distraction for the demobats and any other creatures who might be lurking around.

Steve could taste terror like bile on the back of his tongue when the time came to part ways with Eddie and the two younger boys and take their positions. He’d been avoiding Eddie a little up till then, unable to stop picturing him getting torn apart trying to fight off an entire swarm of demobats on his own. He almost offered to switch places, anything to ensure that his Eddie wouldn’t meet the same end as his predecessor, but somehow the idea of sending him off the fight Vecna felt even more dangerous.

As the group said their goodbyes, Steve marched right up to Eddie and zipped his leather jacket up all the way to the top, and then zipped the army vest closed on top of that. Just in case the little pep talk he was about to give didn’t work.

“You worried I'm going to catch a cold down here Mama Harrington?” Eddie teased, though there was a tightness around his eyes that belied his joking tone. He was scared, they all were.

“Do me a favor, Eds?” Steve asked, resting his hands up on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Yeah, anything, man.” Eddie breathed.

They were standing so close together, close enough to kiss, but Steve still held back. He had to get this out. He had to make sure that Eddie listened.

“Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something, okay? Distract the bats for a little bit and then get your ass inside. Make sure you block up the air vents, and if anything goes wrong, and I mean anything, you bail. You and the boys get topside. Don’t hesitate, don’t-” Steve’s voice broke on the words and he just barely managed to mask it behind a cough. “Don’t wait for us, we’ll find another way out if we have to.”

Eddie looked deep into his eyes, studying his face like he was trying to memorize it and gave a single nod. Steve squeezed his shoulder and forced himself to step away. His throat was tight and his eyes burned and god, he hoped this wasn’t the last time he’d see Eddie alive.

They set off with Hopper in the lead, followed by Nancy and Jonathan, while Steve and Robin brought up the rear. They had only gone a few steps when there was a rustling behind them and Eddie’s voice calling out Steve’s name. It stopped him in his tracks.

“You go ahead, Robin. Just give me a second. I'll be right behind you.” Steve said.

She nodded and gave him a knowing smile.

“Go get him, Dingus.” She murmured softly before setting back off to catch up with the others.

He turned and met Eddie halfway, very aware that Dustin and Will were not far off and were probably watching their every move, but he was so far beyond caring about that right now. They were good kids, they wouldn’t judge.

“Eds, I… ”

“Stevie, I… ”

They both began in unison, and broke out into giggles as they interrupted each other.

Steve thought again about the other version of himself. Had he loved his Eddie too? Had they shared a moment like this before parting ways forever, or had his other self been too afraid, too repressed to see what was right in front of him?

This Steve was done with it all.

Done with waiting, and done being scared. He reached for the perfect way to tell Eddie that he’d fallen in love with him, but no combination of words in the English language were good enough to properly express how he felt about the boy in front of him.

So he figured, fuck words.

He stepped in and took Eddie’s face between his hands as he crashed their lips together, all in one fluid motion. Eddie’s arms circled his waist, tugging him in closer, tighter, until there was no space left between them.

Steve deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of Eddie’s mouth until he opened for him, letting him lick in and taste. Steve wanted nothing more than to stay in that kiss forever, would climb inside Eddie and live there for a thousand years if he could.

Neither of them wanted to pull back, but the seconds were ticking by to minutes and Steve had to go. He had to see this plan through to the end, and see Vecna dead. They clung to each other for one last handful of seconds, before finally breaking apart, panting into each other’s mouths. Steve rested his forehead against Eddies and sighed, stealing one perfect moment of contentment at the end of the world in the arms of the boy he loved.

“I’m sorry I let you get mixed up in all this. I wanted to keep you safe from it.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t been so mad at you, if i’d been there I…”

“Baby, stop.” Eddie said, pressing a light kiss under each of Steve's eyes to catch his tears. He was crying, and he hadn’t even realized it. “You can’t worry about the what if’s, okay? Don’t do that to yourself. And you were right to be mad at me by the way I was being a total jackass.”

Steve captured Eddie’s lips one more time before finally letting him go. If he waited too much longer to catch up he’d never find the others before they reached the Creel house.

“You better come back to me, Steve Harrington.” Eddie said, squeezing him tight before giving him a light shove in the direction Robin had gone, somehow knowing he needed the push.

“I will, I promise.” Steve said, and hoped it wasn’t a lie.

In the end it had been almost too easy to take Vecna down. Which is not to say that he didn’t put up a fight. In fact, for a minute there Steve thought they were done for before they’d even made it to the attic.

The steps to the top floor of the house were covered in vines and though they tried to avoid stepping on them, the hive mind must still have sensed their presence.

In the blink of an eye Steve found himself pinned to the wall by his neck, arms, and legs, watching helplessly in horror as the same happened to Robin right beside him, and Nancy across the way. Only Jonathan and Hopper managed to stay free.

The older man hacked at the vines mercilessly with his axe, but no sooner would one break off than another would take its place. Jonathan tried to pry the things off Nancy with his bare hands but he wasn’t anywhere near strong enough.

Just when Steve had given up hope, his vision blurring with the beginnings of losing consciousness, the pressure eased and all the vines fell away at once. Somehow he knew they had El to thank for the rescue, and he made a mental note to never let his freezer run out of Eggos again.

When they finally made it to Vecna’s attic lair he seemed to be well and truly under Eleven’s hold, she must have given him one hell of a fight. He was weak, stuck, all but unmoving as they set his body aflame and watched it burn.

When it was clear that they had won, every fiber of Steve’s being wanted to run back to Eddie, Will, and Dustin to make sure that history hadn’t repeated itself, but they couldn’t leave until Vecna was no more than a pile of ash.

He would have gone anyway, trusting the others to see the job through, but Robin wouldn’t let him go alone. He’d been hurt in the initial struggle with the vines and judging by the amount of pain he was in, he was pretty sure his shoulder was dislocated.

When the fire burned out and they did finally start to head back towards the trailer park, Steve charged ahead, turning a deaf ear to his friend’s sounds of protest. They just didn’t understand, they didn’t know what he knew.

He heard the two boys shouting for help before he could even see them, and his heart sank as he ran flat out until they came into view, huddled around a shape lying prone on the ground.

He skidded to a halt and fell to his knees when he reached them.

“Steve! You gotta do something. We can’t let this happen, not… “ Will trailed off, voice lost amid a fresh set of tears.

Again.

Not again.

That’s what Will had been about to say.

Steve gaped at the younger boy, and felt like such an idiot. Will had known. All this time- of course he had! He would have seen the same thing Steve did when he met the other Eddie. The blood, the wounds, the eyes. He was a smart kid, it was no surprise he put it together. No wonder he had insisted on being part of the distraction team.

He promised himself he’d make time to talk to the kid later once they were safely out of there.

Eddie was unconscious, lying face-up on the ground with blood running down his chin and neck, mostly stemming from a deep bite wound in his cheek, and one of his pant legs was torn open revealing more bites on his thigh and calf, but he was breathing, and his pulse was strong and steady.

Steve sagged in relief. Eddie was alive.

Through some miracle, they’d changed things just enough to make all the difference in the world.

“He’s alive!” Steve shouted.

“He’s alive and he’s going to be okay.” He repeated, as much for himself as for the two younger boys.

He continued to look Eddie over thoroughly, searching head to toe for other wounds but apart from a lump on the back of his head, what he saw initially seemed to be the extent of it. It was bad but not life threatening.

“I think he hit his head when the bats knocked him from the bike.” Dustin said when he’d finally calmed down.

Steve nodded. He’d figured as much but was trying not to think about things like concussions and head trauma.

“Is Vecna gone? Is it over?” Will asked.

Steve started to answer but realized Will was looking up over his head and a voice sounded from behind. The others had finally caught up.

“Yeah, buddy. It’s over. ” Jonathan said.

Will jumped to his feet and ran to his brother who caught him up in a joyful hug, while Dustin threw himself at Steve attempting to do the same, which was sweet but caused a new burst of pain in his shoulder. He sucked in a sharp breath and tried to hide the wince, but the kid noticed anyway.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed, rearing back. “Why didn’t you say you were hurt?” His eyes searched Steve frantically up and down like he was looking for bullet wounds.

“I’m fine, Henderson. it’s just my shoulder, no big deal.”

The ground beneath their feet began to shake suddenly and the deep cracking sounds of rock splitting apart thundered in the distance.

“That’s our cue to get the hell out of here.” Hopper said. “Let’s move, people!”

Steve tried to scoop Eddie into his arms, fully intent on carrying him home himself, but quickly realized he couldn’t bear any weight on his bad arm. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes, and he wiped them away angrily as he stood.

Hopper stepped up and gently patted his back. “I got him, kid. Don’t you worry. We’re not leaving anyone behind.” He said, bending to pick Eddie up like it was nothing.

Steve couldn’t help scanning the tree line as they made the short journey the rest of the way back to the gate.

He wondered where the other Eddie was now. If he’d been watching them from afar or if he’d simply gone elsewhere.

His question was answered when they started piling into the trailer one by one. Steve lagged behind, wanting to make sure everyone else got through the gate before he did, so of course Robin stayed back too. They were still standing on the porch just outside the door when Steve caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.

He stared at a spot in the distance until finally he saw a head of familiar curls peeking out from behind a tree.

Robin gasped.

Steve turned, realizing she had seen him too.

”Oh my god, is that… ?” She began, Steve slapped his hand over her mouth before she could finish.

He shook his head and gestured towards the door, hoping she would get the memo that he didn't want the others to see. Understanding dawned on her face and he lowered his hand cautiously.

“Cover for me?” He whispered, and made to take off before she could answer.

“Harrington, get back here, this place is falling apart!” She hissed.

He turned to her with pleading eyes. “I swear I'll explain later. I just… I need a minute with him, Robin. Please? I promise I'll be right behind you.”

It was eerily similar to their exchange earlier before he’d gone back and kissed his Eddie. The thought made his chest tight.

He could tell she didn't like it, but she nodded and ducked inside.

He didn’t waste time worrying about what excuse she would make for him, just rushed to where he’d seen the other Eddie hiding. He knew had to make this fast.

Eddie stepped out from his cover when Steve drew close. He smiled sadly. “You shouldn’t be here Stevie, it’s time for you to go home.”

“Where were you?”

“After I saw you at the lake, Vecna’s strength must have started to return. It was his power that reanimated me, I guess, and I could feel him starting to take more and more of my control away. I’m sorry. I wanted to be there, to help, but I was afraid if I did he would turn me against you, so I stayed away until I knew it was safe.”

“And is he… really dead?” Steve had watched the body burn up right in front of him but he still had to ask, just to be sure.

“As a doornail.” Eddie said. He grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He held himself stiffly, like he was in pain.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Steve reached out to touch the other boy, same as he had before, but Eddie stepped back just out of reach and he had to let his hand fall.

“You really should go.”

“What about you?”

Eddie’s gaze dropped to the ground. “This place is dying, and I can feel myself going with it.”

Steve should have known and on some level he probably had, but that didn’t stop the surge of panic from overtaking him. “No, no, there has to be something we can do.”

Eddie shook his head, finally looking back up. “Your Eddie, is he… did he make it?”

“Yeah, he’s– he’ll be alright once we get him to a hospital, but you…”

“No buts, Steve,” Eddie said, gently cutting him off. “I was already on borrowed time. I've made my peace with it.”

“I don’t know how to let you go.” Steve whispered. He felt like his heart was breaking. In his head he knew that this Eddie and his Eddie weren’t one in the same, but standing there listening to him say he was ready to die, it was hard to convince his heart of that.

This time when Steve moved in close, Eddie held himself still and when Steve's hand hovered over his hair and caressed the side of his face, he leaned into it, just for a second.

“It’s not goodbye, not really. You have an even better version of me waiting for you just on the other side of the gate.” Eddie leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Steve’s cheek.

He smiled one last time, turned, and ran before Steve could try and stop him.

Steve walked back to the trailer and found Robin waiting at the bottom of the rope for him. She gave him a boost which he grudgingly took, knowing he would need the extra help with only one good arm.

There was a lot to be thankful for. They had won the war, and Steve was overjoyed to be going home to a place where Eddie had survived and they had a future to look forward to, together. It was somehow both one of the happiest days of his life, and one of the most devastating. As he climbed the rope that would lead him out of the Upside Down for the last time, his heart ached for the Eddie that couldn’t be saved.

Part 4

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thestrangestthing89 · 1 year ago

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I think a lot of situations get interpreted differently based on who is saying/doing something rather than taking the whole situation or relationship dynamic into consideration.

When Steve tells Nancy he wants to marry her and have 6 kids the people who stan Steve think it's romantic. But Steve broke up with Nancy 2+ years prior and has had minimal interaction with her since then. And no one-on-one interaction until S4 (and even then it was minimal). If Jonathan had been in his situation it wouldn't have been considered romantic. If they broke up and didn't see each other again for years and suddenly after 3 days of reuniting he was proposing and saying he wanted 6 kids with her, people would be understandably weirded out by this. The action itself was awkward when you consider their relationship (or lack thereof). The circumstances made that an inappropriate thing to say. It shouldn't matter who is saying it.

If Mike's monologue to El was done by one of the other couples, people would assume that relationship was doomed. If Hopper kept saying generic "it was love at first sight" crap and wasn't able to give any specific examples of why Joyce means a lot to him it wouldn't be good. Hopper has known Joyce since they were younger and not being able to reference any kind of moment that meant something to him would of course be a red flag.

But I can't even picture one of the younger couples saying this instead of Mike. Not even Dustin and Susie who seem like they know each other pretty well even though we don't see much of them. They bond over science and movies. I think they could come up with a speech more specific than the one Mike came up with. And I know Lucas and Max would have done better here. At least the Lucas and Max of S4. They are both more emotionally mature with regard to the way they relate to each other. And if Lucas had gotten a chance to say something like this to Max when she was being Vecna'd he could have. Because him and Max have bonded and they have shared interests and actually like spending time together.

So I don't buy for one second that Mike's speech was just age appropriate because he gave better speeches to Will multiple times - the shed in S2, and in Lenora in S4. And Mike has spent enough time with El at this point that he should be able to clearly explain why he likes her with examples easily. Even a 5 year old can tell you why they like their friend. It may be with basic examples like they have the same favorite color but they can still give reason. Mike's example of her wearing a yellow shirt when they met isn't a reason why he likes her. It's a statement of fact like him saying it was raining and cold. It's not personal.

And that talk in Lenora - the flirty one with Will where he's checking him out and telling him how nothing is the same without him - would have 100% be viewed as romantic if Mike said it to El. Or if Jonathan said it to Nancy. Or if Lucas said it to Max. No one would doubt this for a second. But Mike has never spoken to El like this ever. He has never acted like he's attracted to her (she hasn't acted like she's attracted to him either). They don't have that kind of relationship.

But people's perception is different when it's Mike and Will so they bypass the flirting and make excuses. If you can apply the same action and dialogue to a different group of people the response should be the same. If Dustin had checked out Lucas and told him Hawkins wasn't the same without him I would immediately assume a romantic relationship was being planned there. Because the action itself is inherently romantic. It would also feel completely out of place and random since there was no build up, but Mike and Will have been acting like this with each other for couple seasons now. They have this relationship dynamic where flirting is now normal, but Mike and El don't do this. Not ever. They do not act the way other romantic couples act.

It's not the story being more age appropriate. They are 15 years old and they were separated from each other for months. They would be all over each other when they reunited. But instead we get:

- Mike being super awkward and trying not to get close enough to her to hug properly and avoiding eye contact at the same time all while hyper focused on Will, - Mike asking El if she is going to hang out with her friends right after they reunite (why don't you want alone time with your girlfriend Mike?), - El trying to get Mike to focus on her and her alone and completely ignoring that Will is there and missing his friend, - Mike completely missing the fact that El is uncomfortable around Angela because he wasn't paying attention to her, - Mike not even asking her what she's been up to lately or how she is (they talked about milkshakes for fucks sake. Nothing substantial), - Mike getting distracted when he's trying to look for her to focus on Will and doing the least to comfort her when she's upset. They haven't seen each other in months and this was their big romantic reunion? Again, with any other couple this would spell out the end. It would take a lot for them to come back from this. A forced I love you when things are dire isn't fixing this. It wouldn't fix any other couple either. The situation/circumstances are inherently problematic. No matter who it involves.

#byler #anti mileven #anti stancy #jancy

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vibratingskull · 1 year ago

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I was so excited to see requests are open!! I'm kinda obsessed with your fics where Thrawn has a child on Peridea (or children in that one fic), and I love them because yes Thrawn deserves to be a dad, but also because you include Enoch, my beloved. I was wondering if you could please expand on how Enoch interacts with Thrawn's child and/or Thrawn? Like did Enoch see the newborn and go 'it's a free niece' or was he roped into it when the kid asked him to pretend to be a patient while she pretended to be a doctor?

Thrawn do deserves to be a daddy ! He deserves a large family to hug and love him ❤️❤️❤️

Part 1 - Part 2

Thrawn x F!reader

Tag : Fluff, domestic bliss, death of a character

Let’s be honest, Enoch was not too keen on the idea at first.

First you’re a jedi and then you’re pregnant… Are you trying to take Thrawn’s focus away from his true mission or something? What’s your deal?

And then Thrawn gave him Thiroy to hold. It’s not even something supposed to be meaningful, his comlink just started ringing so he gave Enoch his 3 months old daughter to hold for a second and his world just… crumbles.

Thiroy is so, so tiny, so fragile, she cannot survive without help and he is so, so much bigger, so much stronger and powerful. It reminds him why he enlisted in the navy in the first place : to die so others weaker can live. And here he is, holding a little baby in his full armor, legs and arms feeling like jelly suddenly, fearing he could drop her if he isn’t careful.

Clearly a stressful situation.

Thrawn would have him beheaded for that, no doubt about him, no matter his years of loyalty and competency under his lead. So he is extra careful, holding her little head firmly, his large hand supporting her small body.

He is completely speechless, out of words.

She looks at his helmet, absolutely entranced by the features drawn by the metal, he’s not her mother or father, who is he?

And then she explodes laughing, trying to grab the helmet with her tiny hands and he feels something melts in his heart. He is a soldier, a trooper! A trained killing machine, born to obey his Grand Admiral and lead troops in battle.

But she is sooooo…

Tiny

And fragile.

“She likes you.” Thrawn suddenly says, snapping him out of his hypnotized trance.

He realizes he was completely focused on the little baby, not uttering a word, not even realizing Thrawn finished talking to his comlink and was observing him holding his precious daughter.

“Really? A pity.” Enoch shakes his head with a harsh tone.

“Why?” Thrawn tilts his head.

“I am no good with kids, they give me headaches.”

“They take a lot of work. Like troops.” Thrawn concedes.

“Troops are organized and obedient, children are unruly and headstrong. They are nothing alike!”

“Both need training and a strong figure to rely on and guide them.”

“The comparison stops here. Soldiers can be reasoned with, children are utter chaos entity and I cannot deal with them.”

“Then why did you not give me back my baby yet?” Thrawn asks, with a little grin at the corner of his mouth.

Enoch realizes that he held on to the baby like a buoy in an open sea without giving her back to his father.

“I am sorry, Grand Admiral.” And he gives her back to Thrawn, escaping her little grabby hands.

And Thiroy immediately starts crying, being denied a toy.

“See? She appreciates you.”

Enoch purses his lips under his helmet.

A baby sees him as her personal toy, what good is that?

But deep down, he feels a pinch of pride that the baby demands him.

He silently observes Thrawn calming down his baby with soothing words and cradling her.

It is…

Adorable?

Enoch only knew Thrawn through the leadership lens. He came under his commands as a simple trooper years ago and obediently followed his orders, slowly climbing the in hierarchy under the Chiss watch, leading his troops to battle, sharing his victories and defeats.

And in all those long years, this is the first time he catches a glimpse of the real man Thrawn is, a man of desires and wants, a man of tenderness and peaceful strength. A father. A loving being.

Just like him.

It remembers that one woman he used to date and left behind. What would he have done if she had announced a pregnancy to him? Would he have retired, keep his mission? Would he be a father too today?

Thrawn doesn’t have those questions.

He has the best of both worlds, a family and a noble goal.

And for the first time in decades Enoch feels terribly alone…

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At first he watched the baby grow from far away, looking at the little family growing, full of love and determination. But one day, Thrawn asked for him to come into his office.

You’re here too.

Enoch tenses up immediately, he still didn’t accept you. He respects you as a warrior and as the wife of his esteemed Grand Admiral, but it stops here.

You’re holding little Thiroy in your arms, he doesn’t really knows where she should be in her development but she should have started walking now, right?

He focuses back on Thrawn, giving him orders for a mission on the dry land of Peridea, but he sees you having difficulties keeping the baby in your arms, she seems to agitates yourself in your arms quite a lot so you lower yourself and put her down.

And to his surprise and horror, she starts waking towards him!

What is he supposed to do?! He’s not trained for this? What is the correct behavior when your Grand Admiral’s baby is walking towards you with clear determination?

He takes a step back by reflex but she follows with her clumsy little legs, tongue sticking out as she focuses on her target trying to escape her. She finally manages to catch his leg and he remains unmoving, a bit terrified.

What now?

What Thrawn will say?

She tries to climb him now!

What’s the correct etiquette in this situation?

He raises his head when he hears you giggling. Are you mocking him?

“What is happening, Enoch?” You ask with a broad smile, “You sprint towards the enemy's armies but collapse in front of a baby?”

Thrawn observes the scene silently, but with a gentle smile on his face.

“Why don’t you try to take her in your arms?” You ask.

“I… I would never! She is too tiny, I would hurt her!” He tries to escape the situation.

Thrawn then slowly rise from his seat and walks towards them both.

Thank the maker, he is going to take her back!

But instead, he lifts her and puts her in his arms. She’s way more heavy than last time! She grew too.

And Enoch feels his heart clenches and melts once again.

This time she can grab his helmet and she holds both of his cheeks in her tiny hands with a giggle.

He feels the air getting knocked out of his lungs.

“We discussed with (Y/n).” Thrawn speaks softly, caressing his daughter cheek “We need to find someone in case something happens to the both of us. Would you accept to become her godfather?”

Enochs feels struck down by lightning. Her what?!

He’s not cut down for that job! He’s a soldier! Not a nanny!

He…

His words dies down at the sight of both of you. Thrawn is looking at him seriously, like he is planning a campaign and you look at him with tenderness in the gaze.

“She already adores you.” You had, coming closer to put a hand on Thran shoulder, “You are an honorable man Enoch, you would raise her well.”

“I am not sure I can do that…”

“Why not?” you insist.

But he has no argument.

How could he when his Grand Admiral and his wife both looks at him with such clear eyes full of trust and determination.

“I… I accept.” He lets out, almost against his own will.

You smile broadly and Thrawn nods, visibly satisfied.

“We knew we could count on you, Enoch.” Thrawn takes his shoulder and squeezes it firmly.

Enoch gazes lowers back on the little girl face.

She looks like the both of you. A perfect 50/50 of you both.

“Eeeeee… nock” She tries to say.

And his heart is suddenly filled with warmth.

This is the good decision…

He can feel it.

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“What are you two doing?” You ask, entering the room.

Enoch jumps out of his skin and stands up immediately.

“Nothing, my lady! I was just…”

“Enoch…” You look at him with a smile hidden behind a hand “Where you playing tea parties with Thiroy?”

“No! I was simply…” He starts, but he sees your gaze.

There is no getting out of it.

“Please do not spread the word that I do that.” He asks.

You clear your throat, trying to contain your amused smile and put your hand on your heart and raise the second.

“You have my word, I will not reveal you like playing tea parties with my daughter?

“Thank you.”

He sighs, by necessity he became one of Thiroy nanny…

And he does like to play tea with her.

But he would kill himself if his troops ever heard ot it.

“Thank you for looking after her.” You continue, taking her in your arms.

“My pleasure, my lady.”

This is not a real doll’s tea of course, just stealed tea cups and dessert plates that they displayed on the ground with her plushies.

“He married my unicorn!” Thiroy exclaims full of joy.

“Oh my! My congratulations to the young couple.” You give him a lopsided grin.

He’s going to die of shame.

It was their little secret! And now you know too. Great!

You lift the plates and tidy the room with your jedi sorcery that always made him uneasy. But today it doesn’t feel like it.

“Time for your nap, young lady!” You annonce.

“Noooooooo!” She cries, “I want to keep playing with uncle Enoch!”

“If you take your nap, I’ll come back to play tomorrow.” He negotiates.

The little Chiss girl looks at him with eyes full of tears.

“You promise?”

“Deal!”

And they lock their pinky.

“Hop your pop! To bed you go!” You decide.

He awaits outside the room for you to finish tucking her to bed.

“Thank you again.” you murmur to not wake her up.

“You’re welcome. Could you give her this when she wakes up?” He hands you two little wooden figurines.

“Did you sculpt them yourself?” You can’t help but ask.

“Yes.” He admits, “For her starday.”

“They’re beautiful. She will love them, thank you.” You take them with a gentle smile.

He stands to attention and returns to his post, overseeing the Chimaera.

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Enoch is fully focused on his datapad but he still notices you walking towards him, holding your back with both hands, your pregnant belly in front of you.

“Good day, milady.” He salutes politely.

“Oh it will be good, Captain.” You say with a smile in your voice.

He turns to you, raising an eyebrow under his helmet. Did you ever see his face once, he suddenly wonders.

“Why?” He asks, curious.

“My waters just broke.” You release the bomb.

He completely blue screen for a second, freezed mid-movement.

You what?

“Are you alright?” He immediately asks worried, tossing his datapad aside carelessly.

You chuckle at his worries, amused by his distressed tone.

“I am very well, thank you.”

He boldly circle your shoulders with his arm and take you hand to give your support, Thrawn would kill him if you ever collapsed alone in the corridor of the Chimaera in such a critical time.

You are as joyful as ever, not stressed for a second while he is sweating bullets under his armor.

You, finally, reach the med bay and Enoch helps you lay down the med bed and starts ordering the droids around. Where are those stupid machines when you need them?!

He takes his comlink and calls his subordinates immediately while the droids plug their monitors and take you in charge.

“Call the Grand Admiral to the med bay.” he orders.

“But sir, he expressed the order to not be disturbed under any circumstance!” The bridge officer argues back.

Enoch sighs silently, back when Karyn Faro was here those comments would have never flown off, but now those officers have real problems submitting to a Captain trooper.

Despite Thrawn making him his right hand.

He gathers his calm and speaks, really calmly, really coldly.

“I don’t care if you have orders, find him and tell him his wife is giving birth! Now!”

He cuts the communication, turning back to you, peacefully laying on the bed with your feet in the stirrups, morphine getting transfused.

You suddenly wince with a groan. He immediately approaches to take your hand, ready to jump into action.

“Is everything alright?” he asks.

“It’s okay, Enoch. Just a kick.” you smile blissfully.

He slowly relaxes, but can’t help some of the stress to pour in his veins.

He is so out of his element. He’s used to wounds and death, not birth.

He never delivered a baby, this is the complete opposite of his job!

“Mom!” Thiroy burst into the med bay, running towards you.

Enoch smoothly intercept her before she hits the bed and hurts herself.

“Sweetheart, did you find your father?” You gently ask.

“I am here, Cha’cah.” Thrawn appears behind her. “Is everything alright, my love?”

He immediately comes to your side, seizing your hand in his.

“I am well, do not worry.” You smile at him “You want to feel them?”

You place his hand on your tummy to feel the kicks.His shoulders seem to relax instantly.

“They are so energetic.” He sighs.

“Yes. Soon you will meet them.”

He looks at you with love and adoration in his eyes while your daughter just looks worried.

“You are shining, cha’cah.”

“It’s because I am happy. Our family is growing, love. I have a present for you.”

“You giving birth is enough of a present for me.” He purrs.

“You’ll see.” You wink.

He leans in to kiss your forehead and you wince, in pain again.

“Oof…”

“Enoch, take Thiroy outside.” Thrawn orders.

Enoch takes your daughter's hand and escorts her outside the med bay. Thiroy follows him reluctantly, looking back to you.

“Why couldn’t I stayed?” She asks worriedly.

“It is for the best, miss.” He simply says, “Your father is here to support your mother in this moment.”

“Is everything gonna be okay?” She wonders, full of worry and doubt, “I never saw mum like that.”

“Everything is going to be alright.” He kneels in front of her, “Your mother is a warrior, she will can do it easily.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

And they hold their pinkies.

But not everything went well.

Quite the opposite.

Thrawn didn’t need to say a thing, Enoch saw it immediately, something went horrifyingly wrong.

“Dad!” Thiroy jumped on her feet and run to him.

Enoch holds her back by reflex, like her touching her father would have made him implode. Thrawn slowly walk up to his daughter and kneels in front of her with a tired sigh.

“How’s mum?” She asks immediately “When can I see my little brother?”

“Thiroy.” Thrawn starts.

He sounds absolutely exhausted and his features are drawn. Enoch saw Thrawn staying awake for more than a week without sleeping more than one hour per night and remaining energetic and focused, this behavior is highly out of the ordinary for the Chiss.

By instinct, Enoch squeezes Thiroy's shoulder.

“Your mother is…” Thrawn says before stopping, closing his mouth in a very thin line “She did not make it.”

He did not sugarcoat it, he told her straight, like an adult, looking right into her eyes. She remains silent, looking at her father with round eyes. His hand comes caressing her cheek tenderly.

“Do you understand?” He gently asks.

“Yes…” She very sternly says.

“Your two brothers are well and healthy. They are taken care of.” Thrawn continue.

She simply nods, but Enoch can feel her stiff body in his hand. The wonderful news of two brothers cannot outweigh the horror of your death, and Enoch supports the little body of Thiroy just in case she would lose consciousness.

You are dead.

You abandoned your husband and three children.

“I want you to go to your room. I have some affairs to settle and I will come back to you rapidly to speak with you.” Thrawn tells her.

“What is there to say?” She asks with a cold but unmistakably devastated tone.

“There is a lot to say, actually.” Thrawn argues back, “Especially for someone your age.” He leans forward and kisses her forehead with trembling lips “Follow Enoch to your room, I will come back to your side as quickly as I can.”

Enoch guides Thiroy in the corridors of the Chimaera in dead silence. She doesn’t cry, doesn’t shout, doesn’t throw a tantrum, she remains calm and still but her little hand trembles in his large own.

Enoch remains mute.

What could he ever say to alleviate the pain of an 8 years old who just lost her mom?

“Do you want me to stay with you?” He finally asks in front of her door.

“No…” She barely responds, unsteady “I want… I want to be alone… A bit.”

“Alright.” He squeezes her hand one last time before seeing her close her door on him.

He comes back to the bridge with a cramped mind. She didn’t say a thing but he clearly felt her pain and her hatred towards him.

He did promised her you would be alright…

And you died.

Enoch straightens his back and walks with assured steps. With your sudden death his workload suddenly got heavier and Thrawn will need as much help as possible.

And Enoch is not about to fail his Grand Admiral.

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #enoch #captain enoch #fanfic #vibratingskull

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cutestkilla · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you for the tags @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @prettygoododds @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @hushed-chorus (and @orange-peony for the tag on the fic writer self rec post which I’m rolling in here because…I only have 4 fics). I have never answered one of these before because I’m always like, am I a fic writer? I don’t even have enough works of my own to do a top 5… But anyway, here goes.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9! But only 4 are my own fics + 1 collab (Birthday Man). Of the rest, 2 are collabs where I did the art, 1 is a fansong (also a collab), and 1 is a podfic.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

233,419, but adjusting for the works that aren’t mine and the words of Birthday Man that I did not write, it’s more like 190K.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Carry On!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This Is Your Place

Slamming and Smashing

What’s Left

Hiding Out In The Open

(see, only 4… And so @orange-peony this is my answer to the self rec post. I rec them all!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes! Commenting on other people’s fic was my door into participating in fandom. I spent months and months just lurking, and a whole new world opened up to me when I started commenting, and then the authors responded to me and suddenly I was interacting with people. I really love and appreciate the comment culture in our fandom, and I really like talking about my writing with people, so I always respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t have a fic with an angsty ending. YET. Realistically, will I ever? Probably not. Like @artsyunderstudy said, I love writing angst in every other possible part of a story EXCEPT the ending. I guess I could say This Is Your Place because the ending is open. The plot of 8th year has not been resolved at all (and god when I say it was hard for me to do that!), shit could still hit the fan, Baz doesn’t even know yet why his mother visited.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That would have to be What’s Left, I think. The story itself was pretty angst-laden (MCD is angsty, you don't say?). I wrote the fluffiest, bow-tying epilogue for the ending to the point where I even warned people that it may have no artistic merit relative to the rest of the story and they should feel free to skip it because it was 100% self indulgence on my part. But I have had a few folks tell me they were grateful for it as a palate cleanser after reading 120K of intense emotional stuff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope. Not to my face anyway!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes… All of my fics are rated M or E for sexual content. What kind? I mean, 3 of my 4 fics have the tag “Rated M Like AWTWB Is Rated M” if that gives you a hint of my smut vibe. Emotional for sure, is what I am for. Even the smut in Slamming and Smashing, which is very much E, is pretty rooted in the emotion of the story. I do love reading every kind of smut, but the thing I really connect with in it is the emotion, so that’s what I write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubt it, except by a web scraper.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only Birthday Man, which was written as a round robin and was a totally fun and freeing experience. Especially since I didn’t have to think about plot, just moving things forward a few inches. (Of course my part still ended up being longer than the average one-shot someone else would write…) I’ve collaborated with my writers on COBB and CORB projects in ways that influenced the story, which is SO FUN, but nothing I would ever elevate to the status of co-writing.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Snowbaz

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well, I have about 17K of a canon divergence fic about Simon and Baz both being at a wedding the week before 8th year starts. (The wedding mentioned in canon as being the one where one of the Grimm cousins got into it with Premal’s friend Sam, and ended up being on trial for using banned words.) I really do want to finish it, but it was one of those projects I never had a deadline for, so it has languished. It’s fully outlined, though, so maybe one day…

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at characterization, making the characters’ actions internally consistent, bringing them from point A to point B in a believable way. Probably also plot, I do love a slow burn twisty turny plot reveal. And writing a solid Baz rant/meltdown!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The one thing I get anxious about sometimes is my inability to write short. (Hi @aristocratic-otter, my sister in long-form storytelling!) I always think I can do it, but then I’m not satisfied with the emotional journey unless I add more beats. Telling a concise story is a skill I envy in others for sure.

Currently, this is happening with my wip Hiding Out In The Open, which I originally (delusionally) though would be a one-shot and is now probably going to be 60K by the time I’m done. In fact, This Is Your Place and Slamming and Smashing were supposed to be one shots too, but they all went multi-chap on me in the end.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve never done this, except to help @artsyunderstudy with a French translation for some cute dialogue in Someone Wicked. I think it can work, but I tend toward always wanting to explain something like that on page, unless the point is for it to not be understood. But I've definitely read some really great takes on "lost in translation"!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This is it! What’s Left was the first piece of creative writing I did of any kind since the year 2000 (which funnily enough was first-person Jean-Paul Sartre RPF for my philosophy seminar).

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Definitely What’s Left. Never would have expected to fall so in love with writing the Humdrum, but he owns my soul, still. I think what I did there is probably the most interesting idea I will ever have (in this fandom at least), and that’s probably why it was so much easier to write than anything else I’ve attempted since.

So, who to tag in… How about @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @ivelovedhimthroughworse @iamamythologicalcreature @whatevertheweather @fatalfangirl? And anyone else who wants to share, please say I tagged you if you haven’t been tagged already.

#tag game #my writing

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actuallyidontgiveadamn · 2 years ago

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Really out of nowhere but I rewatched some of fma03 eps and im gonna rant

I'm just so done with smiling politely saying that fma03 and fmab are both great sorry i cant anymore. Just no

So if you in love with fmab im warning you it probably won't be a good read for you, so feel free to ignore this, block me or idk read this and give it a thought

0. I really dont understand the glorification of manga over anime adaptations. Like people who are making the adaptation are not artists and creators themselves? What makes mangaka better than others and absolutely indisputable, seriously?

1. 'Oh no long introduction and fillers' that actually allowed for Hughes' character development before his death. Seriously if i mention his death among my homies I'll get lots of faces clearly going through some ptsd level flashbacks, it was that impactful. I still need to take a breather when im rewatching before diving into that ep.

2. Nina. Yet again got more time to grow on us and thus aquired higher trauma inducing levels.

3. Ishval massacre and aftermath are WAY MORE VISIBLE in fma03. First of all Ishvalans are depicted as human beings, and not some background, and we get lots more on their sufferings, raids on camps, racism towards them, etc etc etc

4. Scar. Oh boi how do i even go about this. So without raging much about that beefy obviously wrong dude who got 'sense' bitten into him and started working with the oppressing gov in fmab, we have a wronged and tormented survivor of a genocide, who was justified in his vengeance and rage, was depicted as an attractive person of color despite his antagonistic role and was seriously almost cheered on in his actions by the narrartive. His interactions with his people and his moral dilemmas made his character possibly the deepest and most thought out one in the series.

5. The Rockbell doctors being killed by their own government. That's a waaaaay more interesting and damning detail on our government affiliated protagonists than just dumping their murder on a delirious patient.

6. Homunculi had their own will and desires and a way more developed story arc that had a huge impact on protagonists' morals. Being created by the humans who were desperate to bring back their loved ones and both parties are getting tormented by it?? Characters strongly driven by their own goals and staggered by their relations to their creators vs some indifferent goons in fmab. Just compare Sloths and their impact on the stories and protags.

7. Final conflict being a fight with god and his intricate plans in fmab, versus final battle vs a selfish pretty much usual person who had thrown everyone under the bus in pursuit of immortality. Adds so much more desperation flavor. Suddenly your hero journey doesn't end in epic battle for the sake of the mankind, as you would like it to be. It's just to oppose one awful person with too much power and zero care about anyone else. That's raw and that's way more plausible and relatable in our mundane lives.

8. Overall darker tone and themes of the fma03.

9. MUSIC. I dont remember a single track from fmab, but i went really out of my way in my teenage years to find internet access and pirate fma soundtrack and cry listening to it

10. ART. Sorry but don't tell me fmabs flat colors are anything to 03's soft tones and lighting

So yeah sorry, but I'll take the dark and gritty tragedy over just another shounen with doubtful messages each and every time

#fma #fma03 #fma 2003 #anti fmab

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snailsdraw · 2 years ago

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[Start ID: 5 more pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles following Tommy, GMan, and Darnold's interaction at Chuck E Cheese after Black Mesa. Warning for stuttering (in case that sets anyone off).

GMan sighs forcefully: "...Tommy, I would never doubt your capabilities, but are you quite sure there isn't something more worth your time?" Tommy stands firm: "I made the perfect dog in a week, I can do soil in less." GMan looks at him in quiet surprise for a moment, then he sighs again and turns, walking away: "I shall leave the matter in your hands, gentlemen. I believe you'll require some privacy."

"Report back to me when you're done and, oh - do try to be quick." As his footsteps recede, Tommy's confidence seems to wane. "I lied..." he admits. "The research took 5 years, I- I just happened to be working on the final modifications the week he'd come back from a business trip..." "Thank you, Tommy," Darnold says, surprising Tommy. "...it's the least I could do..." Tommy says sadly, turning around, "but Sasha's-" "-going to be just fine!" Darnold finishes his sentence for him, presenting the last sleep potion bauble to Tommy.

Tommy's eyes widen: "Oh! Wh- uh- oh, you still have one after all this time??" "Ye- precisely! But, uhm, I'm gonna need your help..." Darnold says, pulling out his gun fully, and revealing that it isn't a real gun at all. "Y'see, this isn't a gun. Sure it's a tranquiliser gun from-" His voice switches to his tutorial NPC voice " -THE HIT GAME TEAM FORTRESS 2 -" before returning to normal and continuing, "-but it's not gonna make a convincing gun noise. And we need the gun noise for this to work right. So, uh, if you-" "Oh, don't worry Darnold," Tommy says, pulling out his own gun and waving it casually, "I'll take care of this."

Unaware of all this, Gordon is still sitting at the table in the main room while being pelted secretly with blue sweet voice by a skeleton behind him. "Y'know what?" Gordon says, "No...yeah...Yeah...! I've been stressin' all week, I deserve a goddamn break." He picks up a soda can and readies his new prosthetic hand to open it: "Let's take this baby for a test run, huh?" Suddenly, a gunshot goes off and startles him and the skeleton. Gordon screams and immediately whips around, right fist clenched and aimed in the direction of the noise.

Gordon quickly remembers he does not have a gun arm to shoot with anymore and swears: "FUCK." Bubby raises an eyebrow: "Shooting? At a party? Really? Well, that's sort of rude." Dr Coomer puts a hand to his chest and shakes his head: "Oh dear, what are they teaching the kids these days?" "THAT'S SERIOUSLY YOUR CONCERN?? MANNERS??" Gordon yells, searching himself frantically for another weapon, "Oh FUCK, I don't have a gun-" He stops in his tracks when he sees Darnold at the further end of the room, walking towards GMan with something wrapped up in his second labcoat in his hands while Tommy trails after him. That "something" is Sasha, asleep from the potion to fool GMan. /End ID.]

[Click here for previous part] Previous story parts found here: [Part 1.][Part 2.][Part 3.][Part 4.][Part 5.][Part 6.][Part 7.][Part 8.][Part 9.][Part 10.][Part 11.][Part 12.][Part 13.][Part 14.][Part 15.]

YAAAAAY WEEE IT'S DONE. For now. I don't know if I feel like drawing shock troopers :p. It's been 69 + 6 pages babeyyyyy.

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s0urw00lf · 2 years ago

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All the wrong things pt.3

Previous — next

(I am sorry for any mistakes. PLEASE let me know if you see any.)

Charlie had decided to take y/n to a diner for dinner. Y/ns guess was that it was easier for him instead of cooking. A woman came and put y/ns order on the table smiling at her, yon looked at her name tag and it read ‘Cora’ “I can’t get over how grown up you are, and so gorgeous. You look much different though” she said. “Well I was about 2 last time I was here” y/n replied bashfully. Then a bearded man came up behind Cora and said “ hey y/n ‘member me? I played Santa one year.”. Y/n again looked at Charlie with a small smile on her face “ Waylon, she hasn’t had a Christmas here since she was 2 I highly doubt shell remember” Charlie said, saving y/n from having to answer herself. “Bet I made an impression though.” Waylon said smiling. “You always do” Charlie replied picking through his fries. “Let the girl eat her garden burger, Waylon” Cora spoke up ushering the man away. “When your done ill bring you some berry cobbler, it was Bella’s favorite, I’m sure you’ll love it too” she said. Y/n nodded and plastered a tight lipped smile on her face “that would be great, thank you” she said and the curly haired woman walked away. Y/n and Charlie both reached for the ketchup and pulled their hands away, Charlie reached for it again and gave it to y/n who smiled muttering a ‘thanks’. They both finished their dinner in a comfortable silence and headed home where y/n had zoned out while painting thinking about her golden eyed classmate.

She wondered why he had been so un-welcoming towards her, as the interaction played over and over again in her head like a movie clip. It felt like the more the clip played the more intense his stare became. Almost like he himself was there in person watching her. Y/ns breathing sped up and she snapped out for her daydream and looked away from the painting she had been staring at and peered out of the window she was seated in front of. She looked around and saw nothing, she shook it off as herself being paranoid. She let out a breath and looked back to her painting, only to be shocked when she painted herself, but not herself. She looked as if she had gotten a makeover from the Cullen family. The golden eyes, perfect features. Even her hair looked shiny and healthy. She looked around at the painting and saw how Edward was standing beside her and the rest of the Cullen and two others she hadn’t seen before were all standing behind her. The two she had guessed were their parents. She stared at the painting in confusion, before taking it off of the stand and putting it in her closet away from any unknown preying eyes. She felt weird having just met them that day and suddenly she starts painting herself looking like one of them.

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The next day y/n had decided that she was going to confront the boy after she had felt his eyes even in her sleep. She looked for him subtly but everywhere and no sign of him, even at lunch all of his siblings sat gracefully at their table but his seat was empty. And it remained that way for the whole week.

When Monday came around y/n had set herself a schedule, she had gotten used to the rainy Weather, actually she had taken a liking to it. But that didn’t stop her from being clumsy, she walked down the stairs connected to the porch as she was doing so Charlie pulled into the driveway in her car. When she got to the sidewalk she took two steps and slipped, she let out a groan at the impact as Charlie rushed out to help her back to her feet. “You okay y/n?” He asked. “Yeah ice doesn’t really help the uncoordinated” she replied. “ That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie said, mentioning to the tires on her car “the old ones were getting pretty bald”. Y/n smiled “you didn’t have too, I could have paid for them. Plus I think the truck is really growing on me” she said. Charlie shook his head “no, no, your still a kid. You shouldn’t carry those responsibilities on your shoulders when you’ve got some parental figure back” he said. Y/n smiled and thanked the man telling him she was going to head off to school. “I'll be late for dinner. I'm heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal..” he said. Y/n frowned “an animal?” She repeated. “This kind of thing happens all the time. I mean we’re literally surrounded by nature. Anyway I figured I’d lend a hand” He said easing her worry. “Well, be careful” she said. “Always am” he replied. “Thanks for the tires” she thanked again. He nodded, and at that both got in their cars and started their journey to their destination. Y/n arrived at school and immediately Eric was at her side, as she made her way to class. Y/n hadn’t really been listening to his conversation, just humming every once in a while. Until she finally zoned back in. “Hey, listen, I was wondering did you have a date to pr-“ he said but was interrupted by mike who had just walked in the classroom all smiles “what’s up y/n, how you liking the rain girl” he said shaking his wet hat over her head. She grimaced, but was happy he interrupted, as she didn’t have the heart to tell Eric she wasn’t going to prom. She let the two banter as she began make her way to her seat, when she saw that Edward was finally here. As if sensing her eyes, he looked up and met her eyes. A lot less tense than last time she had seen him.

She shook her head and went to take her seat, all of the confidence she built up disappeared the moment she met eyes with him. She opened to just ignore him, as she faced toward the front. “Hello” she heard a soft voice speak up from beside her. She looked at him in shock as she hadn’t expected to hear a word from the man. “Sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself last week, I’m Edward cullen, your y/n” he said with a small smile on his face that made y/n want to melt. Y/n stared back at him and the only response she could come up with was “yes” she said before turning towards the teacher who had began speaking. All the while y/n beat herself up in her head over her response. They had been partnered for the lesson and y/n sighed dreading the awkward conversation coming. “Ladies first” he said, sliding the microscope over to her. “You were gone” she said before taking a look into the microscope. “Yeah, um I was out of town for a couple of days. Personal reasons” he said. Y/n nodded “prophase” she answered sliding it back to the middle and jotting the answer down. “Mind if I take a look?” He asked. She shrugged and he did as he asked and looked into the microscope, confirming her answer “its prophase” he said writing it down. She nodded “like I said”. He looked up from his paper to her with a smile on his face “so you enjoying the rain?” He asked. Y/n looked at him as if he had three heads and let out a breathy laugh “what?” He asked. “Your asking me about the weather?” She asked as if it was a joke. “Yeah I, I guess I am” he said as if not believing he had said it either. “Well used to love the rain, it brought me some sort of comfort when i was young. Now not so much” She said with a glum look. He looked at her as if he was actually interested in what she was saying, he smiled picking up another slide putting it on the microscope as he let out a laugh. “What?” She asked smiling, intrigued by the sound. He shook his head “nothing” he replied laughing as he looked into the microscope.”its anaphase” he said writing it down.

Y/n stared at him exploring his perfect features and thought back to her painting. She snapped out of it when he looked up at her “mind if i take a look?” She asked using his past words. He nodded his head “sure”, as she took a peek confirming “anaphase” she confirmed. “Like i said” he said mocking her earlier words. y/n smiled and let out a genuine laugh for the first time in a long time. She jotted down the answer. “If you hate the rain so much, why’d you move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He asked. Y/n again frowned, her entire mood shifted and he had caught onto it unbeknownst to her. “i uh- its a long story” she said avoiding the question she had been dreading being asked. “I’m sure i can keep up” he said quietly. Y/n looked at him, fidgeting with her fingers out of nerves. “Well, my parents were killed when i was young, so i ran around a lot. I only just now got in touch with charlie. He’s my last living relative, so he took me in” she said with some truth. He nodded, taking the microscope back and looking at the next card. “It’s metaphase. You wanna check it?” He asked. She shook her head, “no i trust you answer is right” she said with a breathy laugh. Her mood had been lifted again.

The bell rang and y/n and Edward had won the golden onion. “How old were you when your parents passed?” He asked. Y/n looked at her feet recalling the memory. “I was uh four i think” she said. He frowned “you’ve been on your own for 12 years?” He asked. Y/n nodded. “And now your happy here?” He asked. Again she nodded “what’s with all the questions?” She asked ready to get off of the topic. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to figure you out, your very hard for me to read” he said looking as if he were searching through her soul. “Did you get contacts?” She asked. He shook his head “no” he answered. “Last time i saw you they were black and now their like golden brown” she observed. He looked taken aback, he shook his head “yeah i know, its the uh- its the fluorescents” he said before walking off in a hurry. Leaving an extremely confused and flattered y/n.

At the end of the day, y/n made her way over to the red truck trying to avoid the ice on the ground as best she could. Y/n sets her bag on the hood of the truck, she felt eyes burning into the back of her head and turned around already knowing who it was. She made eye contact with him for a split second before a loud screech made her avert her eyes seeing a van coming straight at her. Y/n stood in shock unable to move until she was knocked to the ground and the van had stopped moving. She looked behind her to see Edward looking at her and it was as if the world had stopped, y/n truly took in his handsome features, and he’d looked at her as if she was at the center of his world. When they’d tuned the world back in Edward did one more look over her before jumping up and quickly walking off to his family who immediately left the parking lot. She looked over to the van seeing a huge dent made by his hand. People started to surround her asking if she was okay and yelling to call an ambulance.

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Charlie burst in the room with a worried sick expression “y/n are you okay?” He asked inspecting her for any wounds, “I’m fine Charlie, i promise” she replied trying to ease the worried man. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologized. “It’s okay, Tyler.” Y/n sighed, knowing that it wasn’t the last time he’d be apologizing. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie said angered. “Charlie, it’s not his fault-“ y/n said but was cut off by a stern Charlie “We nearly lost you.” He said. “But you didn’t. I’m here and I’m fine, I probably only have a small bump on the head” y/n reassured. Charlie turned to Tyler pointing his finger “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He said, y/n almost spoke up but was cut off by someone entering the room, Dr. Cullen. “I heard the Chief’s niece was here.” He said. Y/n explored his somewhat familiar features, he had some of the same ones as the rest of the Cullens. Though they didn’t really surprise her “Good. Dr. Cullen.” Charlie said shaking dr. Cullens hand. “I’ve got this one, Jackie.” Dr. Cullen said to the other doctor in the room, the E.R. Doctor hands Dr. Cullen the chart, exits. Dr. Cullen reviews her chart, then feels the back of her head. “You have a nice knot growing back there, but your x-rays show no indication of concussion.” The doctor explained. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m really --“ Charlie abruptly pulls the curtain between them. “It would have been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Y/n said interrupting the silence. “Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asked the doctor. Dr. Cullen quickly looks back at the chart. Y/n sensing his unease decided to quickly drop the subject. “I’d like to thank him if that’s okay?” she said. “As long as you’re safe and stable i don’t see that being a problem.” He replied genuinely

Y/n and charlie exit the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork, you can start heading to the car if you’d like” he told her. She nodded and made her way to the exit, but stopped when she saw Edward, dr.cullen and Rosalie standing in front of the door in deep conversation whispering to each other, her nerves kicked in not knowing wether to turn around and go back to Charlie or just walk past the trio. “This isn’t just about you, it’s about all of us --“ Dr. Cullen stops Rosalie when he saw y/n standing there clearly nervous bringing her to the other two’s attention “Let’s take this in my office.”. Rosalie glared at Edward as she passed by him, but offered y/n a small smile to which she returned. Edward came up to her “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to intrude, i was going to the car but you guys were blocking the door and i got ner-“ “are you okay?” Edward asked cutting her off. “Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just a little bump on the head” she said bringing her hand up to feel the bump. He nodded seemingly relaxing. “Hey i wanted to say thank you” she said. He looked at her oddly “you aren’t gonna ask how i got to you so quick?” He asked. “Would you tell me the truth if i asked?” She asked. He shook his head “no” he answered. “Exactly, it’s obviously not my business to know if you don’t tell me, I’m not gonna push it” she said. He looked at her oddly before letting out an amused laugh shaking his head. Y/n smiled at the sound. He looked down at her smiling then walking off.

That night y/n had dreamed of him again, this time she was running through the forest in what seemed like slow motion with Edward chasing behind her and a bright smile painted on his face, as both of their skin glowed like a disco ball. It was all stopped when she jumped off of a cliff, causing y/n to shoot up out of her sleep, heart racing. “Edward?” She said catching a glimpse of the man in her room she blinked and he was gone. She shook it off thinking she was imagining things. She laid back Down and drifted back to sleep.

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Y/n stood in the exact spot she was in a few days ago when her accident occurred. She shook her head clearing the flashbacks from her mind. “Make sure you get your permission slips.” Mr. Molina announced to the students. Y/n saw Edward arrive with his siblings, well jasper and Alice. Mike suddenly appears in front of her interrupting her view from the siblings, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she noticed the big smile on his face. “Look at you, huh? Your alive” he said mimicking a mummy. Y/n let out a small laugh “i know, yeah false alarm” she said unenthusiastically. “You know, glad your alive because i wanted to ask if, you know, its like a month away, but uh… if you would go to prom with me” he said to y/n who was distracted by Edward who was staring as if he could hear their conversation. Y/n only tuned back in when mike asked her “so what do you think?” Making her look at him quizzically “about what?” She asked. “about going to prom. With me?” He asked again. Y/n’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the question. “Um, prom? Like dancing? Not good for mr, but I- uh have to go somewhere, Jacksonville” she said coming up with the best excuse while not wanting to hurt his feelings. Mikes face dropped “you can’t go another weekend?” He asked frowning. Y/n shook her head “non-refundable ticket.” She sighed “hey, maybe you should ask Jessica” she said glancing over to the brunette who not so subtly tried to hide the fact that she was staring, mike followed her gaze “i know she wants to go with you” she said. Mike smiled and nodded as the teacher ushered everyone to load the busses, y/n glanced at Edward seeing him smirking.

At the greenhouse y/n listened to mr. Molina talk about all things green and healthy and compost. She walked past Edward not really paying attention “what’s in Jacksonville?” He asked as she passed. Y/n shook her head slightly “how do you know about that?” She asked. “You didn’t answer my question” he said making y/n actually laugh out loud at his entitled antics. “Well you don’t answer any of mine so. You don’t even say hi to me.” She said as she continued walking. He followed behind her “hello” he said in a smart ass tone. “Okay, are you gonna tell me how you stopped the van? ” y/n asked, returning the smart ass tone. “Yes. I had and adrenaline rush. Very common. You can google it.” He said. Y/n nodded unconvinced “Floridians, that’s what’s in Jacksonville.” She said right before she stumbled over a water hose, feeling a hand pull her up before she could hit the ground. The hand of course belonged to a very irritated Edward. “Could you at least watch where you walk?” He said aggravated. Y/n shook her head walking off “look I’m- im sorry im being rude all the time, i just think it’s the best way-“ he was sahib-no before getting cut off by Jessica who wan up calling y/ns name. “Guess who just asked me to prom!”Y/n smiles. “I totally thought Mike was going to ask you. Is it gonna be weird?” She asked unconvincingly worried. Yn shook her head immediately “No way. Zero weirdness. You guys are great together.” Y/n assured smiling. “I know, right?” Jessica said excitedly Jessica then rushes to catch up with Angela and y/n heads out the door. As y/n walks past Eric holds a stick with a worm on the end of it in her face “y/n look, its a worm” he said giggling like a five year old. Y/n just walked past Lessing out a sigh, shaking her head.

Y/n feels edward hot on her tail. “Y/n we shouldn’t be friends” he said as they both kept walking. Y/n looked at him hurt by the comment “couldn’t you have figured that out earlier?” She asked. “I mean why didn’t you just let the van crush me? You’d probably have regretted it less” she muttered out he last part. “You think i regret saving you?” He snapped. “It feels a lot like it” she snapped back. “You don’t know anything” he hissed. Y/ns face dropped even more if possible. Suddenly Edward’s sister, Alice walked up beside them. “Hi, um are you gonna be riding with us?” She asked y/n. Before she could reply edward spoke up “no, our bus is full” he said turning around and banging on the door. Y/n sighed making her way to the other bus.

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“La push baby. You in” Eric asked y/n as she bit into a cucumber slice “should I know what that is?” She asked. “La push beach down at the Quileute rez, we’re all going tomorrow” mike explained. “And there’s a big swell coming in” Jessica added. “And I don’t just surf the internet” Eric said . “Eric you stood up once, and it was on a foam board” Jessica said “but there’s whale watching too. Come with us” Angela said. “La push baby. It’s la push” Eric repeated. Y/n nodded “ok I’ll go if you stop saying that okay?” she joked.

Y/n walked away to make her lunch. “Edible art?” She was startled making her accidentally push an apple off the shelf. The apple rolled up his shoe and back into his hand. Y/n looked up to see Edward looking back at her with the apple in his hand. “Y/n” he greeted. “Thanks” y/n said taking the apple. “You know your mood swings are kind of giving me whiplash” she said moving to the other side of the food cart. “I only said it’d be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be” he explained. Y/n shook her head extremely confused “what does that mean” she asked adding food to her tray. “It means if you were smart, you’d stay away from me” he said, leaning down a bit. “Okay, well, let’s say for arguments sake that I’m not smart. Would you trust me enough to tell me the truth?” She asked. “No probably not. I’d rather hear your theories” he said. Y/n looked at him for a second before returning her attention to her tray “I’ve considered everything. Nothing really makes sense. Radioactive spiders. Gamma radiation even” she said joking. “That’s all super hero stuff, but what if I’m it the hero. What if I’m the bad guy?” he said. “Your not, I know your not. It’s a front you sit to drive people away. So you don’t have to get close.” She said, Edward looked at her with gears turning in his head. She wished she could hear what he was thinking. “Why don’t we just hang out?” She asked. Edward let a smile slip on to his face “everybody’s going to the beach, you should come. Have fun” she said. His face slightly dropped “which beach” he asked quietly. “La push” she answered immediately. He inhaled deeply “I- I don’t know” he said trying to politely decline. “Is there something wrong?” She asked he looked back at her friends who were obviously staring trying to figure out the conversation “it’s just- a little crowded” he said before walking off, yet again. Y/n let out a defeated sigh and made her way back to her table.

This took so long for no reason.

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ihearyou-jikook · 2 years ago

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Anti-jikookers, don't worry Jikook is doing well.

I’ve seen a lot of my fav jikook bloggers being bombarded by antis, insecure jikookers, haters, whatever you want to call them…asking about or trying to claim that JM and JK must not be on good terms or broken up because of things JK has said about JM’s songs or his schedule.

Here’s some thoughts on that, feel free to read on or don’t. Cause who am I to talk about this?

No really…who am I? 🤷‍♀️

Credit: Video Clip Here

I’m Park Jimin! That’s who! 🤣 Sorry couldn’t help myself.

Moving on...👀

Since I am new to the community, for the record: I do believe Jikook is in a long-term committed relationship.

One of the many reasons why I love watching Jikook interactions is that they remind me so much of me and my husband. I have been with him for 16 years. 3 of which, we have been married. Jikook is so unbelievably domestic, especially in the last few years IMO.

Do you think they live together? You may be wondering.

My hot take: I think they live together as often as they can, given their occupations and being a closeted couple. They probably have a few properties that they use.

Now, on to the trolls that want to use JK’s words as proof that Jikook are broken up, not close, blah blah blah.

There is no doubt that JM and JK mean a lot to each other. There is plenty of evidence of them paying a lot of attention to each other and knowing a lot about each other such as their likes, dislikes, and being able to read each other like a damn book.

Listen, I can do the same thing with my husband and he can with me. Especially since he and I also started dating very young at 18 yrs old. We have grown up and changed over the many years we have been together. These are the big overarching important things.

When it comes to daily details over a few busy days, weeks, or months. There's no way I would expect my husband to remember every single detail I chatted to him about my job, a project I am working on, or what I did 2 days ago.

Look, selective hearing is a thing and it is prevalent in long-term relationships. Ask anyone who’s been in a relationship for over 5 years. I can tell my husband before bed “I’m going in late to work tomorrow” and he will ask me in the morning “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” 🤨

Yup, look forward to long-term committed and/or married-life. 😂

I’d also like to remind anyone who forgot about this:

Credit: Video Clip Here

***For those of you with no humor or who can't tell by the tone and smirk of JK, he is definitely teasing JM.

We now know that JK obviously knew about the most romantic song of all time, which was a love letter to him on Jimin's album. (I said it. Mad? Stay mad.)

As for the other songs on the album, Jimin probably didn’t explain too many details about each and every song. Jimin seems to get very shy when he is creating music. I can relate because I hate sharing my unfinished art and creative endeavors with anyone let alone my husband who is my best friend. The creative process can sometimes be very delicate depending on your personality and we know Jimin is very hard on himself and has a lot of self-doubts. Again, I can relate.

Lastly, when you are suddenly very busy and have little or no time to spend with your partner one of the LAST things you wanna do when you are with them is talk about work. Ugh.

Jimin and Jungkook are musicians and that is their job. They are part of the few who have been able to build their career from their passion which they love, but it is still considered work.

I’m sure when they have quality time together, they want it to be about enjoying each other's company. Not about work 24/7. Especially since evidence has shown they are the type of couple that enjoys spending a lot of time together.

Uhhh....this has gotten pretty long and I’m probably writing to a wall so….끝!

#jikook #kookmin #mingukkie

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caatws · 2 years ago

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Your comment about Gamora's death in comparison to Natasha has been on my mind lately too. I wasn't in love with how they initially handled it with Natasha, but I think eventually she got more closure than Gamora received in vol 3.

I don't know what direction they were going for but how do you have a prominent character in a team film die and only two other characters speak about it, worry over it and have any grief displayed. That's ludicrous to me. Even if you set the film a couple years later you can still have one or two emotional team conversations about it. You could have at least one more person struggling in a different way. The guardians being depicted as a family only makes the problem more obvious. Either everyone but Peter and Nebula are the worst family members ever or the writing sucks. When Gamora shows back up you would think there would be emotional fallout even years later. Only Peter seems to be aware or have any response besides Nebula who has been interacting with Gamora and maintaining their relationship. You would think this was a common every day occurrence for most of them.

The same issue effects Gamora's characterization and arc. Endgame showed her to be exactly like the Gamora from the first guardians movie if memory serves me right. We see she can be tough and harsh at times. But she can also show empathy, vulnerability and the will to do the right thing. Vol 3 acts as if none of this is part of her character anymore at first just because of living with the ravagers. I would buy that if not for the fact that there's no way everything that's made her who she is from years before would suddenly be gone and we already know from Kraglin and Yondu that ravagers don't lack the ability to care. You're telling me Gamora went from emotional and in tears about Thanos winning in the future during Endgame and wanting to stop him, to not wanting to even remotely help with the High Evolutionary at first in vol 3. That's so inconsistent it's like they forgot her characterization. Also Nebula was getting on Gamora for some of her actions as if she has room to talk. She wanted to blow up all of Zandar in the first movie and she was ready to leave people behind in vol 2. Did they forgot how Nebula behaved in previous films because pot meet kettle.

I haven't seen any of James Gunn's other films so I don't want to judge him too harshly but either he doesn't know how to write women in complex traumatic situations or he thought what he did was enough which is sad. He showed an afterlife in the film so couldn't he show Gamora at peace or have the Gamora who came to the future explore her feelings around it and bring closure that way.

i totally feel you anon. i've been a hater of natasha's ending this whole time as well, but now seeing how gamora's ending has been depicted (or rly a lack thereof lol) it's weirdly making me feel almost at peace with nat's death. bc it's like oh wow it could've been handled so much worse lol.

with nat my biggest problems were the fridging, her arc ending before she got to do more/have her own story, and her not getting a funeral with tony...truly just minor inconveniences now in comparison to what's happening over in gamora land lmfao

and yeah, i was honestly pretty surprised how much rougher around the edges this gamora seemed. like yeah the ravagers are pretty rough and tumble themselves but it caught me off-guard how much colder it seemed to make gamora, for lack of a better word i guess?? i don't doubt her being really harsh and terrifying in the past under thanos like nebula was saying, but yeah 2014!gamora is still the gamora who was like on the brink of betraying thanos. like even if this gamora hadn't gone through most of vol 1, she's still the gamora who already had one foot out the door so she could stop thanos bc she cared abt innocent lives, so it was a tad surprising to see her act so coldly toward the rest of the gotg or even rocket who was actively dying and would clearly be sorely missed by the others. like not super surprising or even super ooc to me, but just kinda surprising considering her appearance in endgame

like her cold shoulder toward peter i can get, bc it's clear that his baggage with original gamora is hurtful to her and i think that's more than fair. but since the narrative also establishes that peter is seemingly the only gotg character to even have this baggage at all, since the others don't even so much as mention missing or grieving original gamora, idk if she'd need to be such a hater toward them too lol.

and honestly i think her characterization would've made a lot more sense if the narrative had actually included the rest of the gotg's grief for original gamora and sorrow that this gamora isn't her. like, if not being the gamora this world expects her to be has been weighing down on gamora for years, i could see her rly becoming like this, cuz that's a whole lotta pressure she's never gonna live up to! that would be a great character conflict for her. but by erasing original gamora from the narrative outside of peter's grief, we can't even rly justify this gamora's behavior through this issue either

the only other gunn project i've watched is the suicide squad and i don't remember much of my thoughts on it besides generally enjoying it. but i think callie @starmora put it best yesterday when they said that gunn's always had favorites and gamora's never rly been one of them, especially compared to rocket, who gunn has been outspoken about seeing himself in most and being the hidden protagonist of sorts throughout the gotg franchise (to the point that even in the movie, lylla straight up tells rocket, "this story has been yours all along"), so it's unfortunately not surprising that gamora's arc has been...whatever this is. and like, idc that gunn's favorite is rocket bc that's fine and rocket's had a pretty solid story/arc (though i feel like there's something missing between iw when he lied abt being captain of the ship to impress thor to vol 3 where peter decides to make him captain, especially after rocket spent the entire film incapacitated), but it just sucks that it meant there wasn't much wiggle room to deal with the gamora situation

and also i 1000% agree - WE SHOULD'VE GOTTEN AN ORIGINAL GAMORA POST-END CREDIT SCENE!!!! i would've loved to see her like watching everyone dance to dog days are over or something from the afterlife and just kinda feeling satisfied with everything, despite the way things ended for her

#ask #gamora #gotg vol 3 spoilers #mcu #gotg #the gamora situation

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parkminijiminie · 1 year ago

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Time for conspiracy…

I’ve been shipping jikook for 4 years and counting and this is the first time my belief is shaken to a significant level. Jikook has always been weird. I remember when Goldy was still active on her former blog, we used to speculate a lot on their hot and cold interactions. Jikook has always been like that. Smooth sailing for a couple of months and then they just change the vibes for the coming ones. The problem is that jikookers will never agree something is wrong😩😩. They used to attack Goldy then when she speculates that they were on a break or they had a fight. Jikookers place them on a pedestal. Anyone with eyes could see something was off but jikookers wouldn’t listen. The same thing happened last year/ this year. Jikook was weird. Simple!!!. The 2 members that sticks to each other like glue suddenly are not spending time together anymore. Jk began visibly spending time with tae when that had never happened before. People excused it as jimin too busy but I call bullshit. The jimin before 2019 would give up a lot of things to see jk. No matter how busy he was, he would find the time. Jk of the past would have moved heavens to stay with him or find another arrangement that suits them better rather than jm staying with pdogg. It was that intense between them. Tae began to invalidate jimin in jk’s life and that was the biggest clue. Tae would’ve never been brave to keep name dropping jk as he did this year unless something changed between jikook. And Jm wouldn’t have allowed it. We know jimin. He would’ve claimed his man in public no matter the consequence. Jk doing those lives, being sad, crying on live was a clue something was wrong. There were isssues. I saw jikookers claiming ex doesn’t behave like that (I mean the few times they interacted and seemed fine)etc. lol, Jikook behaves like that. It isn’t their first rodeo but jikookers wouldn’t listen because they thought they are perfect. When something was obviously wrong with them in 2020, they kept a front, smiled at each other, touched each other, flirted on camera but something was happening during ON era. So if jikook breaks up, you wouldn’t be aware because they will keep being cordial. Jikookers swore nothing was wrong but it was obvious to those who were not fooled by their bright smiles😩😩. Here is my theory about what happened:

They had issues somewhere in 2022. Simple!!! Their Instagram was another giveaway. Even tkkrs were shocked that they never acknowledged each other. That was how bad it was. They were the only 2 members who avoided themselves as much as possible. They settled on platonic probably around late 2022. He wished Jimin happy birthday and everyone thought things were back to normal. Jimin continued making his album while jk spent time doing whatever he wanted. He spent a lot of time with Tae. Then after jm album promotions was done, they probably agreed to get back together and that is how we got the jikook of today. The leaked video got me thinking about a lot of possibilities and none of it makes me happy:

1. Jk fucked around during their separation time and he just got caught.

2. they were never broken up but they were on agreement to hold up on things and jk stepped out on jm. Don’t say never. Even Beyoncé was cheated on. We don’t know them personally.

3. they are still broken up but trying to get back together hence the New York trip in July

4. They broke up and he stepped out and jm already knows since it’s technically not cheating and now they’re on the path of reconciliation and finally

5.the video is not jk but a smear campaign against him. The theory of them having issues still stand

6. they were in an open relationship and jm gave consent which I doubt because my man is madly in love with jk. None of these possibilities makes me happy especially if it turns out that was jk. Jm would be broken. I say this as someone who is sure they have a thing going on. All in all, I pray it isn’t jk because I don’t want to consider what it means for them. I just want jikookers to forget the notion that ex doesn’t behave like jikook does because jikook do😭😭. When they have issues, jm tries his best to cover it up and present as if nothing is going on. Pls God let it not be jk😩😩😩

Well, I'd say so far it looks like Jungkook, but here me out: it isn't the end of the world! Firstly, we don't know if they were ever together. Second, if they were broken up for months by the time JK started hooking up, then he has every right to. Yeah, it would have probably hurt Jimin but we can't know for sure. Maybe Jimin also had someone in his life? Let's not act like Taekookers and turn him into a victim when we don't know anything.

I think points 3 and 4 are the most logical ones. I don't think them being in an open relationship is very feasible. They both strike me as very jealous, in or out , type of people and I don't see them liking to share.

That being said, if something along the lines of point 3 or 4 is going on, this is their business. If they're both ready to put the past behind (possible other partners included), then this is their business.

I believe it is very important to keep some distance from the whole thing and not take it personally. In those lines of thought, we should be able to discuss all different scenarios and not move like a cult, saying "all is marry and happy all the time".

Considering this, I'm curious about you guys' thoughts on Jm possibly not spending time with Jk on his bday? What are your thoughts on this?

#kookmin #jikook #jimin #jungkook

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ask-pwp-prequel-au · 1 year ago

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Nick: *After a long day of fighting a crazy tamagotchi, he sits down on his recliner and calls up an old friend of his. …He hesitates, staring at the number before sighing and pressing the contact.*

*The phone rings for a while before this old friend picked up.*

Pal: “Ah-! Eh-! U-Uhm-! H-H-Hello?” *Pal was currently in the middle of trying to stop the Tamaterrorz from fighting but I mean- this was Nick! He couldn’t just not pick up!*

Nick: *He pinched the bridge of his nose,* “Pal. Was the Pal Percy another attempt at trying to kill me?”

Pal: *Despite the chaos in the background, Pal stopped.* “E-Excuse me but could you repeat that?”

Nick: “The Pal Percy. The toy you originally made. Was the one in the Playhouse’s box another attempt to kill me?”

Pal: “Eh..? Oh! The tamagotchi that Paltronics picked up?”

Nick: “Yes. Could you please just answer my question?”

Pal: “Erm..no. Not at all- HEY-! TamaLanki! You know not to bite! Get off of Opti!” *Pal shouts, setting down the phone to wrestle them apart.*

-The tamas hissed at eachother, giving them more scratches and smudges than they got from the fight.-

Pal: “O-One moment Nick!” *Pal finally pulled them apart, ending up with a few scratches himself.* “Explain yourselves RIGHT now you two!!” *Pal shouts, glaring at the two.*

Opti called Lanki a feral Procyon Lotor! (Aka a Raccoon)

Lanki called Opti slow and meaningless!

Pal: *Pal growled loudly.* “What happened this morning that made you guys so suddenly VIOLENT?!”

Bruti will never tell! The TamaTerrorz will never explain!!

Roachi agree! The TamaTerrorz will take this to the GRAAVE!!

Pal: *He hissed.* “TamaTerrorz..?! D-Dammit-! Erm— Hocus Pocus you lost your focus!” *Pal gripped the two tamas tighter before gently setting them down and distracting TamaLanki by pressing one of his buttons, causing TamaLanki to be locked in a game that made him unable to attack until he completed it. Pal does the same to TamaOpti quickly. Pal sighed before walking back to Nick.* “I-I am so sorry about that..a-anyways..” *Pal sighed again.* “You were saying?”

Nick: “I was talking about the Pal Percy thing. It went crazy and attacked me in a horrifically similar way that you did, except I was forced to defend myself inside a storage closet. Not to mention that each of your- your erm.. companions were there going nutso! Roachi was swarming me, Bruti kept trying to break down the walls, Lanki was disguised as this toy and tried to kill me multiple times before I quickly distracted him by interacting with him and Opti kept trying to shut off the power!” *Nick hissed, looking tired.* “I only survived because the demolition of the damn place started and a wrecking ball knocked the crazy toy out of control of Percy.”

Pal: “…..E-Excuse me- Nick, you must be confused, my creations would never hurt anyone unless commanded slash convinced into attacking. Besides! My Tamas adore you! They would never attack!”

Nick: “Explain the Pal Percy then. He had wires completely wrapped around Percy and was going nuts! All the Tamas looked like they were under a trance of sorts!”

Pal: “…That is..really strange..I’ll have to talk to them about that b-but anyways, no, the Pal Percy was not another attempt to kill you. I could never do that to you- there’s no point to it- besides! I went to therapy and got much better! What’s the point in trying to kill you when I have FAR gotten over my grudge against you?” *Pal asked, covering the other side to glare at the Tamas who looked horrified by Nick telling Pal everything. Pal mouthed just a few words ‘I knew something was up..’*

Nick: “I-I mean-! After the incident 2-3 years ago, can you blame me for being on edge?”

Pal: *Pal shook his head.* “No..not at all. I’d be suspicious of myself too. I have no idea why my toy attacked you though other than by some magical curse, you ended up with the exact Pal Percy I first made- which I highly doubt but there are many very strange coincidences in this world of ours.”

Nick: “You mean the first one you ever made was crazy and murderous?”

Pal: “Y-Yeah, I gave it away after I went to therapy because it reminded me of the horrible person I used to be. I-I figured they could fix him up b-better than I could..”

Nick: “…Pal…are you fucking stupid?”

Pal: “Don’t be hard on me! The first session was really rough for me-!” *Pal teared up immediately before he wiped his eyes and quickly calmed down.* “I-I wasn’t thinking straight and the second it began to talk and mock me, it was the only thing I could think of- I have no idea why they picked it up.”

Nick: *Nick sighed. He knew what Pal sounded like when he was telling the truth..* “…Okay Pal.. erm..I need to sleep, we’ll talk more tomorrow. I’ll come over to your warehouse to make conversation easier.”

Pal: *Pal’s face immediately drained with color and he tried to argue before Nick hung up.*

#playtime with percy au

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thestrangestthing89 · 2 years ago

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Mike character analysis: Season 1 - Part 1 here. Part 2 here.

Part 3:

Lucas has now made two assumptions that Mike likes El - the why don't you marry her moment, and telling Mike he just likes that a girl isn't grossed out by him. There is nothing to indicate that Mike's behavior toward El is any different than it is toward anyone else. Dustin confirms that Lucas was acting the way he was because he's jealous and says the next thing that implies romance out of nowhere. He says suddenly Mike is hanging out with this girl all the time. It's been about 4 days since they found El and Mike only stayed home from school once with her. Almost every interaction with Mike and El has had Lucas and Dustin there, too. And most of the time Mike is only talking to the two of them with El in the background. He only talks directly to her to clarify things once in a while. Again, we have no indication that what Dustin is saying is true from the way that Mike is behaving toward El. Dustin assumes it to be true because why else would a boy be this invested in talking to a girl? It's the same reason the GA assumes it. Then Dustin goes and says something else that confirms for the audience the Mike is just a late-bloomer. "Sometimes your total obliviousness just blows my mind". He is saying this in reference to Mikes supposed feelings for El. But he never actually asks Mike how he feels about her any more than Lucas or anyone else does (I wrote more about his here). Mike is again stunned into silence. Not because he's oblivious (again, we see how emotionally intelligent he is with Will later) but because this comment is out of nowhere and there is no basis for it. The audience is supposed to recognize that two 12 year olds are simply deciding that Mike likes El. But we have seen something different. We have seen Mike spend all season worried about Will. All of Mike and El's interactions focus on Will.

Mike sort of changes the subject here and starts talking about how all of his friends are important to him. It's interesting that Dustin doesn't mention Will here. Mike's the one who brings him up. It's one of the many examples of how Mike and Will's relationship is private. It's not on display for the others to see. It's why Dustin is calling Mike oblivious - because he can't understand why he wouldn't have feelings for El. Why else would he be talking to a girl? He doesn't see his feelings for Will - they are hidden away. Mike, up until this point, is using El as a weapon to find Will. He even says as much. It's why him and Dustin go looking for her. They need her if they want Will back. This doesn't mean he doesn't care about her. But he also doesn't really know her. She serves a purpose and they haven't been around each other very long.

When the group is reunited at the school Mikes behavior towards El starts to shift a little. Now he's been told by 3 people that he is supposed to have romantic feelings for El (Nancy makes a brief comment assuming that he must too even though she's seen them interact for 5 minutes. Because why else would he be talking to a girl?). He has also been shown by his own parents, the bullies at school, and many adults in town that Will got what he deserved because he's gay. So he starts talking about the Snow Ball with El. He explains himself very badly to her here. He's confused himself. At this point it's been made clear to him that there are feelings he's supposed to be having toward her and if they were true, he wouldn't struggle to explain this to her. But he's doubting himself and is doing this because he is "supposed to" not because he wants to. He also has this conversation with her after Dustin and Lucas try to leave them alone in the gym. Mike relocates them to the cafeteria where Dustin and Lucas are looking for snacks. He doesn't want to be alone with her and not only that, it hints at the performative way he behaves toward her in season 3. Because if he's going to have to have a girlfriend people need to see. And then there is the kiss, which isn't just an awkward 12 year old kiss. This scene is not at all romantic. Mike is confusing El and she has no frame of reference for what he's talking about let alone doing. It's not ok that people think it's cute and romantic that he kissed her when she has no idea what he's doing and didn't consent to it. And he's only doing it because he got pushed to. This is the quickest and most awkward kiss that Mike is clearly trying to get over with as quickly as possible. There is no lingering here. He gets it over with and immediately starts talking about his sister again (he was talking about siblings pre-kiss) and then flees the room. They are now under attack by the people at the lab and there is a scene that directly parallels the monologue Mike gives El in season 4. El is tired and can hardly move. She is laying on a table and Mike is standing next to her holding her hand. He is clearly panicking - they are in danger and it's chaotic. The lights are flickering. Sound familiar? Here, Mike also blurts out some random nonsense. He talks about how she's going to come live with him and how they will go to the Snow Ball. He is trying to get her to hold on and even says as much. He's telling her comforting things to distract her from the danger around them. This is almost exactly the same thing that happens when Mike is giving his "I love you" monologue in season 4. The kid is panicking. He is blurting out random shit that sounds nice to try to get her to focus and fight. He's doing what he needs to do to keep her alive and with them. Much like the season 4 scene, this scene is not at all romantic. The lights are flickering and you can hear people being attacked in the background and then the demogorgan burst in the room. El sacrifices herself to save everyone and Mike is clearly upset about this. Who wouldn't be? They had an awful week full of trauma and the one person who was helping them died when he was just starting to get to know her. There is nothing here that is romantic.

We then go to the hospital where Will is recuperating and the boys are waiting. Mike is the only one still awake and it's clear he's worried about Will (I'm not suggesting he wasn't also still upset about El, but they are in a hospital waiting for Will. It's obviously mostly Will he's concerned about now). The second Jonathan says it's okay to see him he is the first one to burst through the door and hug him.

Everything Mike did this week was for Will. It wasn't for El. The only thing he does for El directly as a person is feed her and give her a place to stay. His entire motivation for the whole week was to get Will home safely and he ignored his own safety and well being to do it. Not to mention ignored the chief and his parents and went out looking anyway. Will is that important to him.

During this week Mike experiences a lot of trauma that he carries around the next season and through the rest of the series. It's still unresolved and it's still impacting his behavior - toward Will and El specifically - in important ways. But ultimately what's important for season one is that if you pay attention to Mikes behavior and not what other characters are saying, Mike does not have a crush on El. And most importantly, he knows this. He very consciously alters his behavior to gain his friends approval. Now, I'm not sure he fully realized the extent of his feelings for Will, but Will going missing was the catalyst for him thinking about what would happen if he loses him. And losing Will is a major theme that gets brought up for Mike each season. At this point, Lucas and Dustin introduce romantic feelings into their discussions and it prompts Mike to think about it. It seems like this is something that they haven't discussed before because Mike is thrown off every time it's brought up. But now he's thinking about it and he's thinking about how people expect him to feel compared to the way he does feel, which he shows us next season. So I think this is the beginning of Mike realizing that his feelings for Will may be different than Lucas and Dustin.

Season 2 is now posted. Part 1.

#byler #mike wheeler #gay mike wheeler #anti mileven

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