#do i know the story? yes. have i seen the theater? no. a movie? 2 versions actualy. and finished that game from MAZM.
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When you finaly reorganize your books and discover you have a phantom of the opera book
Since when do I have this? I don't know.
Where did it came from? Seems like from a school I went to before, but I have no memory of borrowing it. It could have been my mom since she worked there that one time.
Her response? She also does not know.
.... what a way to start this book
#i'm rambling#fitting start for this actualy#phantom of the opera#the phantom of the opera#poto#do i know the story? yes. have i seen the theater? no. a movie? 2 versions actualy. and finished that game from MAZM.#but read it? that would be a first. actualy loving how the gossip is so exagereted and the very specific descripition of him using silk#erik is a material girl i see#i should be drawing for tomorrow but i don't have energy for that art especificaly.#maybe i'll do something for the skeleton phatom the gossipers created tho#a skeleton who hangs people and has multiple heads? one of wich is on fire? HELLO SIR
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Hey just letting you know that @/margaretkart is a racist and apparently some kind of modern greek supremacist. She plays the victim and acts as if Greek people are an oppressed minority in the world and refuses to acknowledge that race is a post colonial construct. Race as we know it did not exist during ancient times. She for some reason also is convinced that the worst thing in the world is having a person of color play a fictional Greek mythological character. God forbid the “purity” of Ancient Greek mythology becomes sullied by—gasp!—a Percy Jackson show. The Ancient Greek gods were the gods of all the people on earth like come on. That includes people of color.
1. What is the point of this ask. To inform me? It could've been done privately or out of anon. If you have issues with someone, block them or talk to them about it. Do not do this. Also why mention this person when there are many greek people on tumblr who hold very similar opinions? If you wanted to talk about the issue in general it would've been better to not mention one specific person. I haven't even seen this person mentioning this topic, but I have seen it before by other greek people here.
2. I've argued about this topic with fellow greek people publicly online here, in private talks and in real life. I am a firm believer that actors who play in movies as well as theater do not have to match anything from age to gender to appearance to origins of the character they're playing. Have I still complained that helen in the movie troy looks way too german? Yes. So do I understand where this sensitivity stems from? Yes. The systematic approach of ancient greek culture being a free for all for western countries while ignoring modern greek identity and how, for better or for worse, tied it is to the ancient culture, is an issue. I still think it's up to us to put ourselves in this narrative rather than complain that foreigners aren't catering to us.
3. I feel like describing someone as a racist and a "supremacist" over this is a little bit in bad faith. I have not had talks about this topic with this person, I don't care to have extensive talks about this topic in fucking general anymore because it's stupid and I know other people who feel that way and I'm not some morality police to go out of my way to go call them out. When the discussion reaches me, and when I'm talking for myself, I will say what I think. The way the discussion of race is online is so weird to me anyway. It's all way too saturated by current convoluted US ideas and I am not equipped to help detangle the mess for others.
4. Do I think that it's way more realistic for a movie about, say, classical era greece to have a character that looks to be of african origin than a character that looks Scandinavian? Absolutely. Did the actor that played Achilles in Troy:Fall of a city bother me? No, it's an actor playing a role, of an imaginary character no less. What bothered me was that he didn't have long hair, because hair was a very significant cultural element at the time, and his hair is used in the story. The same exact issue that I had with the actor that played hector in that series, who also didnt really look like a person from that area realistically, but who was otherwise very good at his role.
5. As for playing the victim and oppressed minorities: while i would not go so far as to use "oppressed minority" for the greeks of the diaspora, it's very real that modern greeks have been looked down at by westerners, historically. Do I think this justifies or has anything to do with being bothered about what actors who play ancient greek mythology characters look like or come from, in a foreign piece of art no less? No. But it's still a thing.
6. I am extremely stressed out and busy today but I still took time to answer this because i need to say again, please don't do this. If you want to help people to see things differently and maybe move away from biases, talk to Them. Just because I'm following someone or interacting with them online, it doesn't mean I'm endorsing or agreeing with or even KNOW everything they think and say and believe. I avoid reading posts from fellow greeks that are complaining about these things because i think it's an overreaction and I think we need to tackle deep and actual cultural problems that WE have ourselves and not care too much about what some Hollywood movie is doing. Whatever. Tired discussion.
7. Percy Jackson sucks and I do hate that it's based on anc greek mythology but I just don't interact with it. The fact that it is a generation's first taste of anc. gr mythology and thus has had an impact on their perception of it is true and important though. The same way it bothers me when all people know of the odyssey is epic the musical. But still, whatever. Some greek people might be more bothered by it all and need to talk about it online and I think that's perfectly okay and valid. I do my petty complaining now and then too.
8. "The ancient greek gods were the gods of all people one earth" you can say that of other mythologies that have an origin of the entire human race as part of their myths, that's how religions usually go. These gods were worshipped in specific areas in a specific time and the mythology was created by specific cultures of specific areas. This is a major complaint that greek people have, which I mentioned before, that this specific ancient culture's mythology is treated as a thing detached from the actual culture, the ancient one, and from its inheritors which happen to be the people that live here and/or have this specific cultural identity. I don't think this cultural identity has anything to do with the appearance of people, and we all know the greek identity has absolutely nothing to do with race and that's a very fundamental part of it.
9. I would try to make myself even clearer but I don't have time and I didn't want to leave this unanswered even though I also kinda wanted to because this type of anon ask does nothing good for anyone and I encourage you to engage with others in a way that is understanding and comes from a place of wanting everything to be better and kinder. And there's so so much you will disagree with, on fundamental levels, with other people online, if only because we all come from very different cultures with different values and upbringings, despite how it looks like we're all in a US-based melting pot. You have to make peace with that, and it can be difficult. I've had American friends that I deeply disagree with on important stuff, and I had to face the discomfort and take time to let myself understand that our cultures are different.
Anyways. I apologize in advance if anything i said makes no sense or is insensitive or condescending. I admit i was upset when I started my reply but if you want to discuss this further we can absolutely do that. I cannot reply privately to anon asks otherwise i would have. I hate call-out style stuff like this because they do nothing good.
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A Very Long, Personal [but positive] Ramble about Neurodivgerency and Character Hyperfixation
[u can ignore this if you want this is just an ADHD ramble - this is a kinda 'mask off' talk about ADHD, autism and my personal history with it all. I also talk about the upsides and downsides - and the importance of Hobie to me personally - I just wanna normalize this stuff lol]
a.k.a The story of how I sent from obsessing over him to HIM in 10 years (what a glowup on my part ik)
(I know a lot of peeps on here can feel self-conscious about being neurodivergent and character connection or whatever you wanna call it and so do I! So I wanted to write it out or just ramble for my own sake)
I don't know if it's obvious or not, but I LOVE HOBIE BROWN. I'm going to be completely candid - I think about him maybe 85 percent of the day if not more, and that's in no way an exaggeration.
No matter what I'm doing, there's a least one tab open in my brain thinking about him. It may not be the focus, but it's there.
That's just how I operate. And I've been this way for a LONG time. In fact, Hobie isn't my first 'total focus' character in Marvel.
I gain VERY deep hyperfixations on Marvel Characters, many lasting years. And there's nothing wrong with that - in fact it's rad!
!!!! ATTENTION: This is a whimsical care-free zone. For Happy Funny Folk !!!!!!!!!
Loki - My introduction to hyperfixation with characters
I don't know if this is surprising or you'd be like 'yeah u seem like the type' but I use to LOVE Loki. For YEARS.
I'm AuDHD and when I was 13/14, a freshman in HS, he was my hyperfixation. Eerything I do for Hobie, I did for Loki. I even had a Loki blog for like 3/4 years.
This was back in 2012-2013, when Avengers had just came out, and the MCU wasn't - well, the MCU yet.
But even back then, the Loki fandom was HUGE. I have no idea who was also on Tumblr back then but it was gigantic. Because movies weren't coming out every 3 months, it went on for yearrrrsssss. Art, edits, fics, everything.
I was soooo into, I loved Loki. Like Hobie, I probably thought about Loki maybe 85-90% of the day.
And sure I was doing a lot of other stuff but in the back of my head there was always the oc x canon storyline running in my head, or replaying scenes from memory and analyzing, or wondering and speculating about his character.
I mask very minimally or not at all - so everyone in my school knew me for it. And at the time I didn't know I was neurodivergent, but that didn't stop me - I was genuinely proud of it.
I wore Loki shirts to school and brought the Avengers DVD the day it dropped (this was back before streaming in ye' old 2013). I knew the Avengers movie back to front.
I saw Thor: The Dark World the day it released and SOBBED openly in the theater when he 'died'. (I remember my mom leaning over and whispering 'Do you wanna leave?' cause I seemed that upset lol)
And everyday I use to wear a necklace like this -
(credit IJSY on Etsy)
But in black, until one day I had it in my pocket and I sat on it in class and broke it in two. And people around me deadass were like 'daammnn I know that shit hurt in ur soul' cause I LOVED Loki and people knew it. And I didn't care if they did.
And I was like that for years. Overtime the Loki fandom fizzled out, especially around Phase 2 when things like GOTG first came out.
But I had a Loki fixation like maybe up until the show came out. And even then I've seen the whole thing (I ain't even like it that much 4.5/10) and I'm gonna watch the second one (I'm a fool)
But any way like to this day I still remember the first time I saw Loki and how it made me feel and I can like picture it in my head and I consider it a pretty influencial albeit mundane moment in my life.
And it was a very specific feeling but it was like as soon as I saw Loki's first scene in Avengers, I was plugged into the screen.
Other Hyperfixations - Charles Xavier, Peter Parker
All of my hyperfixations are on men in marvel and they have always been. There's been others I've cycled through, usually based on the newest movie. I even went through a LENGTHY and very in depth K-pop era (don't get me started).
Charles Xavier was a favorite of mine (from X-Men First Class), and I LOVE MCU Peter Parker. I still do. But none hit like Loki did.
There was never THAT feeling, like the fantastical electric feeling.
And I had never felt that feeling again UNTIL I SAW HOBIE (i wanna cry)
My fixation with HOBIE BROWN HOBIE BROWN HOBIE BROWN (sorry I can't say his name only one time im too excited)
In the theatre my jaw genuinely dropped like I'm pretty sure I said 'OH NAH' to myself when i first saw him
Cause he was the prettiest character I've ever seen and I mean that
I didn't recognize what that feeling was until just now like YES, it's the same feeling. And I can't even describe it.
It's like every other character is normal but as soon as you lay eyes on this character for the first time it's like suddenly they're under your skin and curled up in your heart and you can FEEL them and the weight of them PHYSICALLY like not body wise but like astral personhood wise (do I sound unhinged)
And Hobie was just so pretty.
First of all - I didn't know he was black fgsbtgtuiuigs id never heard of spiderpunk
The wicks were what caught me off guard first. I know what wicks are, I've seen them before. But never animated.
And although Miles and Gwen and Pavi all look realistic - Hobie looked real to me. The high cheekbones and broad lips, the raised brow ridge and wide set eyes - he looked different from them, not just in art style but like - I DONT KNOW.
But that's how it is, you know what I mean. There was just something in my brain that was like 'he has meaning to me'. Like 'Idk who this man is, but whatever story he's writing, I'm reading it'.
That's what hyperfixation feels like.
And Hobie in specific held and holds so much more weight for me IN ADDITION.
I started falling out of my Loki phase around Thor: Ragnorok in 2017 - which is to say I was varying degrees of 'obsessed' with Loki for about 5 years.
Around that time, maybe starting in 2015, police brutality in NYC picked up. Me and my friends started getting more radicalized, going to protests, and identifying as communists, anarchists, or both.
One of my favorite things at the time was The Black Panther Party handbook I'd found at a second hand-book store. And for a while the Black Panther Party was a special interest of mine.
It made me really interested in the 70's, the civil rights movement, and the rise of punk that happened at the same time. Around this time, I made my first 'battle jacket' with a patch that said "Black Lives Matter, Bitch." and begged my parents for a pair of doc martens.
I didn't have Hobie back then, but I have him now. And he still resonates.
There was very much a time where I was that homeless, punk teen, angry at police, who wanted to be taken in by my favorite heros.
My admiration for Hobie comes from like - everything he is. Everything he stands for and represents. I don't need Hobie like I would've as a teen. But I know deep down the healing he could bring other people as a comfort character.
Or even in terms of a good political example, or great rep for alt black people. All of it.
That can't really be said for Loki. Or Charles Xavier (even if X-men is a race allegory), or even Peter Parker.
I grew up in NYC all my life, and I LOVE Spider-man, but I never felt Connected to Peter Parker as if we lived in the same city. I never felt something in common with Peter even if he was broke too.
Hobie's just different, y'know.
The Downsides
It's easy to feel really embarrassed by all this - and even now I'm feeling shy even describing how it feels.
Cringe culture gets in your head before you know it. I'm CONSTANTLY telling myself 'no, Hobie would understand that you're neurodivergent and this is you expressing yourself he wouldn't think youre cringe youre not cringe okay' As if my comfort character Hobie Brown thinking I'm cringe is like jksjfkjf the worst thing ever - i can't, i can't with myself.
I genuinely want to hug Hobie more than I want to huge most celebrities or influential real-life people.
I genuinely think hugging him would be more healing to my being than hugging the Pope or the Dhali Lama or something. I admire him and care about him but he's NOT REAL. It's PARASOCIAL And like duh, I know that - i'm grown as fuck.
Sometimes it can genuinely get you down that you care about this character-person and you can't be with them
It's like you miss them. But they're not real and you don't know them. And I know that sounds tragic or bizarre. But it's kinda just weird. It feels weird not in a sad way, but in a 'why brain?? why is this possible in my brain?? huh???' way.
Like...I know it's parasocial, but like it's not like a fan and a youtuber. He's not real, I'm not giving him money or hurting anyone. I know there's nothing to be ashamed of, but it's just WEIRD.
Like... I know my cat isn't a person and mentally I don't see them as a person and can't like analyze them like a full formed person even if I wanted to. But with Hobie - someone who is not a person - my brain can???? Like I've never met him but like... I can imagine a full conversation with him beginning to end in his place of residence I've also never seen before??????? SO WEIRD.
Also theres that thing of him running in the back of my head 85% of the time.
Even if I'm talking or cooking or something, I'm still daydreaming about him - I have ADHD. And during those times if i'm interrupted and someone give me a THIRD thing to do (besides thing 1 and thinking about Hobie) I get irritated. Because now I have less brain room for Hobie stuff.
The Upsides
Now reading all of this you might be like 'sib this sounds like nothing but a problem r u okay' but I PROMISE ITS REAL FUN SOMETIMES
And it's nothing to feel ashamed of!
Now the last part was just a list of downsides, but the upsides are more things I can do because of my hyperfixation on Hobie that makes me happy
Like I said, I daydream a LOT. Like a LOT.
Mainly with OCs You can probably tell how much I like OCs, and how much OCs - even others', mean to me. And usually, my OCs are the ones who I see the in-media universe through. I don't have to think about making an OC much, for me personally they come fully formed. Because of this, while I'm watching movies I begin to have involuntary daydreams of where I can add in an OC, or what they'd be doing. I typically only do this for Marvel though. Hardly DC or any other media other than maybe Batman. For Loki, it was a character named Asdisira Heimdaldottir who I shipped with him. And for Hobie it's Diane Pastors (Disco-Spider).
And although I am in completely control of what these daydreams are, they are vividly realistic, and can come on at different times.
For me, it's while listening to music mostly. But anything can trigger it - from a good text post, to hearing a phrase. And these daydreams are extremely vivid. Most times, you can visibly see when I'm doing it. My eyes will glaze over or start moving as if I'm trying to remember something. Sometimes I may say 'random' phrases. I say lines from the scene I'm in outloud. (Like saying 'How could you!' in an offended tone to myself, if that's what the character in the daydream is saying). I also make facial expressions. I can do it on purpose, like hitting play on a movie and resuming where I left off. Usually, when I do this, I close my eyes. I much prefer to sit and do it without multitasking, but I often do it while doing something else.
These daydreams connect, and arcs/storylines can go on for months/years.
Usually these stories go on for months in IRL time, and span the whole history of the character. For Loki, I probably has Asdisira for 4 years at most. Which is still a LONG time. These arcs can take different pathways, and I may imagine a scene multiple times - in different ways, but usuall the timeline of the oc x canon stays overall the same. Sadly, I almost never write these down. I would pull my hair out and theres not enough time in the world for me to write Diane and Hobie's full narrative down in detail that does it justice. I wanna make a bullet list of their narrative but i dont wanna clog dashes
I can genuinely use them as a comfort character.
I don't need this much now, and nowhere as much as I needed it in high school, but having the ability to daydream vividly at will about a character you feel safe and happy with - it's dope. Sometimes it really helps. There were a lot of times I imagined Loki comforting me or showing me kindness or helping me calm down. And sometimes you can do it just for fun. Like, as a treat. Whenever. I'm imagining Diane and Hobie at a fish n' chip shop right now. It's drizzling outside and it smells like oil and Hobie douses his chips in wayyy to much vinegar. It's like I'm there. Like...I just do that. thats rad as hell. (and I don't know how to describe it if you can't do it but hopefully others know how it is but it's VIVID, like wayyyy more than any dream.)
Literally a walking fact book about them.
I'm smug AS FUCK. I use to love when dudes in high school challenged me about the MCU cause I wore a shirt. Like, oh buddy. Oh pal. Just you fucking wait. I know this character better than you know your own mother - try me hoe. I love reading characters like a book and rewatching scenes, breaking down motives, watching their movements, looking for patterns and drawing connections to real world history, cultures, or psychology. I LOVE watching behavior and personality in the movies, and making conclusions about where they'd come from, reasonably, for the character, and how it affects them outside the scope of the film.
And most of all - It's Free Joy we're almost at the end I promise
This is long as all hell and unlike my other posts there really isn't a neat little character study but uhhh I wanna end with this I guess -
The best part of it, is it's free joy. Literally.
My brain can do something a lot of others can't. I can feel a kind a comfort and understanding with a character, I can entertain myself and come up with amazing stories that have mean to me.
I can make wonderful worlds and all that without lifting a finger, and hangout with my favorite characters just by going
(literally how i be sitting there - professor x headass)
I hoping the fucking multiverse with my mind.
But there's nothing cringe about that. And there's nothing cringe about drawing Hobie for hours on end, by himself or with an oc. There's nothing cringe about thinking about them a lot, or wanting to buy or make a lot of merch.
We aren't hurting anyone. It's not like a celebrity or a youtuber. Nothing we're doing is taboo or anything we're literally just being happy. And squealing about a character we deeply love
Like..Golly if more mfers in this world were squealing like us once a week maybe they'd be happier, you know what I mean. People be walking around mad as hell at the world...like why don't you look at this picture of Hobie and calm down? That's what makes me calm down.
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Anyway uh this is LONG and not connected much to ATSV but if you read down this low THANK YOU so deeply it means a lot. If you relate to this at all I'd love to hear.
And if you think I'm unhinged. Absolutely. But that has nothing to do with this and ain't nothing wrong about it, in the words of megan the stallion... 'ah'.
I leave you with this pic of Hobie goodbye :)
im using my magic autism powers to hold his hand :) now im giving him a hug im having fun
#If you relate to ANY of this please let me know lol#NO proofread EVER lol#personal#neurodivergency#hobie brown#adhd#autism#also Hobie has AuDHD#audhd#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#hyperfixation#special interest#hyperfixations#actuallyautistic#actually adhd#actually audhd#actually autistic#spiderpunk#spider punk#id be genuinely shocked if anyone got through this ngl
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Did you pick up on the romeo & juliet parallels to rina? the fact that quinn said that her version is one where they don't die in the end. so instead of it being a tragedy, its just a beautiful love story. mack dropping out of the role of romeo and the reporters believing that romeo is ricky. and the literal words of "Romeo and Juliet" being in magenta and light blue...the same colors ricky and gina were wearing in the scene. rina's writing is just insane.
YES. I did notice that the logo was written in the same colors of the clothes they were wearing. So, you can create a lot of theories with that. I have two head-canons for that whole situation:
1. Quinn still doesn’t know Mack quit the movie. She’ll probably find out later so when the love confession goes viral she decides to announce Ricky as Romeo because she saw the chemistry between them and she can also say all of that was intentional part of the movie marketing.
2. Quinn doesn’t cast Ricky as Romeo but his love confession and song goes viral so she asks Ricky if they can use the song for the movie soundtrack or if he can make songs for the movie. This kick starts Ricky’s musical career on musical production (doing songs for movies, tv or theater) because we see him this season making the melody for Maybe This Time.
I personally prefer the escenario number 2 because Ricky pursuing music and getting himself into some prestigious music school in NYC has always been my head canon for him and I kinda wished we could’ve seen it.
#ricky pursuing music in nyc and gina getting into julliard for acting#ao3 writers get to work!#hsmtmts#hsmtmts season 4#hsmtmts s4#ricky bowen#ricky x gina#rina#gina porter
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Hamefura Movie Novel Extra Story 1 Summary
I am currently reading the light of the novel of the upcoming Hamefura movie and will write summaries as I read.
(The translation is a bit rushed because I am in a hurry).
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1: The Foreign Merchant Caravan
Chapter 2: The Emissaries From Mutlaq
Chapter 3: Food Supplies
Chapter 4: Encounter
Chapter 5: Sacred Beast
Extra Story 1
Katarina is currently riding a carriage. She asks a question to Geordo, sitting opposite her.
Katarina: The play we're going to watch is having its debut performance today, right?
Geordo (grinning): That's right. Today is the debut performance of the play we're going to watch.
A few days ago, Geordo invited Katarina to go to the theater. Katarina is not fond of theater since the plays she watched long ago always were hard-to-understand historical plays, but Geordo told her that the play this time was intended for a general audience, so she thought she would give it a try. And here they are.
Katarina looks out of the window.
Katarina: I think we'll arrive soon.
Keith: Right, we'll arrive soon.
Keith is actually riding the carriage with Geordo and Katarina.
When Katarina told Keith that Geordo had invited her to the theater, Keith told her he also wanted to see the play and asked if he could join them. Katarina accepted. When Geordo came to fetch her, Geordo told Keith he had no seat for him, but Keith told him he had already booked a seat for himself. Katarina felt relieved that Keith already had his own ticket.
The carriage has arrived at the theater. Katarina gets off the carriage, goes through the theater's entrance, and arrives in the hall.
Mary: Lady Katarina!
Katarina turns her head.
Katarina: Mary, Sophia, Maria, Prince Alan, Lord Nicol!
Katarina can see that all her friends are here.
Katarina: What are you all doing here?
Mary (smiling): We were interested in the play so we came to watch it. I am so glad to meet you, Lady Katarina. Let's watch it together.
Katarina is happy to meet her friends in such an unexpected place.
Katarina: Yes, let's.
Geordo: Unfortunately, the box seat I took can't hold so many people, so Katarina and I will watch the play together and once it is over, let's all spend time together.
Katarina remembers that nobles take seats in elevated boxes in theaters. In that case, everyone will indeed not fit in.
Katarina: Oh, right. Everyone will indeed not fit in. Then let's all spend time together after the play...
Mary: It is alright, Lady Katarina. I have also booked a box seat. Up to 4 people can sit in it, so let's split gentlemen and ladies and watch the play.
Sophia and Maria quickly take Katarina's hands.
Mary: Well then, gentlemen, please enjoy the play in the box seat booked by Prince Geordo.
Mary starts walking elegantly, without letting anyone object. Katarina, Sophia, and Maria follow her.
The girls arrive at the box seat booked by Mary. Katarina feels like it is spacious enough to easily fit more than 4 people. But then she remembers that nobles usually have attendants with them, so it might have been taken into account.
Katarina sits on the soft sofa and sees sweets and tea already on the table.
She remembers how she was amazed by the service the first time she went to the theater. Maria seems to be as amazed as she was long ago.
Mary: Lady Katarina, do you know about the story adapted in this play?
Katarina (shaking head): No, I only heard that it was an adaptation of a story.
Sophia: It seems to be a love story between a princess and a knight. I don't know the precise content since it was written on reading material for commoners and hasn't been made into a book. I am looking forward to it.
Katarina: So it is a love story between a princess and a knight, huh? I have read many of them in romance novels but I have never seen them in plays. I can't wait.
The plays Katarina watched before were all historical plays, like the history of one of the past kings, or the research of a famous magician. Compared to these, she is way more interested in love stories.
Maria: Is that so? Though, I heard they do this kind of play in commoner theaters.
Mary: Since it was popular in small theaters, it seems like they decided to hold a performance in a big theater like this for the first time.
Katarina: I see.
Katarina is amazed by how well-informed Mary is.
The curtain rises.
The girls watch the play.
The play has ended.
Katarina loved the play. She found the production very high quality: the stage setup, the actors' performance, the costumes… The story was staged as a romance novel, so it was easy to get into it. But Katarina was displeased with one thing.
Katarina: Why was there a bad ending?
Maria is puzzled.
Maria: What is a "bad ending"?
Katarina: Ah, umm~ Like, there wasn't a happy ending.
Sophia (outraged): I wholeheartedly agree! Why did they do such an ending?
Katarina notices that Sophia's expression just now is just like Acchan's angry expression.
Mary (hand on her cheek): I would have never guessed that it would turn into a blighted love.
The princess and knight's love story in the play ended up in a blighted love.
It was the story of a princess and her protecting knight, a commoner, who were both attracted to each other. A common trope in romance novels. In most of them, the two would overcome their difference in status and get married. But in this play, the knight stepped aside because he thought the princess couldn't be happy with him.
Katarina personally prefers happy endings, but she also reads blighted love stories.
Katarina: But it totally felt like they would end up with each other! It completely built up towards them throwing away their status and getting married. So why at the very end, did it end up with him stepping aside?!
Sophia: It is completely as you say! It should have undoubtedly developed towards their marriage! I just can't believe that at the very end, the knight stepped aside.
Katarina and Sophia agree. Maria gives it some thought.
Maria: But the knight stepped aside because he noticed the prince's feelings for the princess and thought he would make her happier than him, who had low status. Since I am a commoner like the knight, I can understand his feelings.
As high-ranking nobles, Katarina, Sophia, and Mary can't really understand that feeling, but they guess it might be the case if Maria says so.
Maria (decisively): I can understand his feelings, but... If it were me, I wouldn't give up.
Katarina is blank, surprised by Maria's sudden determined words.
Maria (dignified): Supposing there was a difference of status between me and the one I love, if they chose me, I would want to stay by their side for as long as they desired. I would do anything to that end.
Maria makes a dignified face befitting of the heroine of the game. Katarina is sure the capture targets are also attracted to Maria and want to live with her for as long as they desire.
Mary (fully determined): Me too! I also want to stay by my beloved's side forever! If there were a big obstacle in my way, I would break it!
Sophia (excitedly): Everyone is so passionate. But I share the same opinion. Even if another more suitable person has appeared, what about the princess's feelings? For him to give up one-sidedly, the knight is so self-righteous. If he had refused to give up and run away with the princess, they could have lived together.
Katarina feels like Sophia breathing out of her nose out of excitement would be NG for a game, but aside from that, she vehemently agrees with her.
Katarina: That's right. He shouldn't have given up. The princess loved the knight after all. It would have been great if she had chosen to be with him.
The girls all agree that the play was great and that the knight shouldn't have given up at the end. They all have fun exchanging their impressions.
Katarina wonders how it went with the boy's group.
Geordo's POV
Geordo wonders how things turned out like this. He deeply sighs.
A few days ago, Geordo heard a play would adapt a story intended for the general public. Katarina wasn't really interested in plays because a lot of them were historical ones, but he thought she might like this one since she enjoyed reading romance novels.
Geordo secured tickets right away and invited Katarina. Katarina promptly accepted, but Geordo was fairly sure he wouldn't be able to go to the theater alone with her
Based on the usual pattern, since Geordo can't prevent Katarina from talking, she would tell Keith, then it would reach Mary, and then Mary would suggest doing it "with everyone". He can clearly see that happening.
Geordo doesn't particularly hate spending time with everyone. Before meeting Katarina, he found it bothersome to spend time with people at times, but that is not the case anymore. His friends, who have been with him since childhood, are important to him and he enjoys spending time with them.
Still, Geordo considers his time with Katarina as a different matter. The heart-pounding time with the one he loves is special.
Since he has graduated from the academy, Geordo will start working as a full-fledged royal. As for Katarina, she will join the Ministry of Magic. They will have significantly less time to see each other. That's why he wanted to spend just a little time with her now.
Geordo intentionally chose a narrow box seat to that end. He expected that Mary and the others would forcibly enter the box seat he booked, but if they couldn't all fit in, they would have no choice but to wait outside. He also intentionally chose the date of the debut performance so there wouldn't be any other available box seats. That way, they wouldn't be able to get a large box seat on that day.
...So why did it turn out like this?
Geordo looks at the 3 grown men closely huddled together on the narrow sofa. They are in such close proximity that it would have been improper if they had been unmarried men and women. But since they are all men, there is no problem since same-sex marriage is currently not recognized in Sorcier. This distance does not raise any problem, but it looks so sultry. The sofa is too narrow for 4 grown men to sit together but if he chases them out, the 3 won't have any seat
Geordo wonders if Mary secured a box seat from the start while anticipating that he would take a narrow box seat. If so, the frightening Mary Hunt is becoming more of a formidable enemy with the passing years. He will need to refine his countermeasures against her after that. While thinking of this, Geordo shudders about having to watch a play on a narrow sofa filled with men.
Geordo: Umm, won't it be hard for you? Wouldn't you rather not force yourself to watch the play and just wait outside?
Alan: No, since I'm already here. Besides, I'm curious about the play, so I'll watch it.
Nicol (expressionless): Me too.
Keith: I'll also watch it since I'm already here. If I don't, I won't be able to discuss the play with Big Sister after.
Keith has added his motive. Geordo has the same motive, so he reluctantly decides to endure the narrowness and the sultriness and watch the play.
The play is over.
Geordo feels like, because they're bringing forth a story intended for the general public for the first time, the staff put out all the stops for the play. Geordo could tell they put a lot of work into the stage setup and the costumes.
The story was about the love between a princess and a knight like in many romance novels that Katarina enjoys, but the feelings of the two protagonists who were attracted to each other despite their difference of status were carefully depicted. Geordo thought that at this rate, they would probably marry each other at the end, but it unexpectedly ended with the knight stepping aside.
Geordo wonders why the knight would step aside here, then concludes that each person is different. But his younger brother and friends have other opinions.
Alan: For him to step aside for the princess here...
Alan is grimacing with a pained face because he is empathizing with the knight. Geordo thinks to himself that Alan has grown up into such an honest person. He sometimes wonders if Alan really is his brother.
Nicol: Yes, for him to go through his decision to step aside so resolutely...
Nicol is expressionless but the tone of his voice resounds as pained.
Geordo is surprised that Nicol would empathize with the knight, but then he remembers that Nicol is Sophia's older brother.
Keith: For him to step aside and entrust the princess to the prince...
Keith makes an incredibly sad face. Geordo thinks to himself that Keith seems to empathize with the knight but he is not disregarding the other people. Though, his look is similar to the other two.
Geordo analyzes the situation. 4 grown men are sitting tightly with shoulders touching on a narrow sofa intended for lovers and married couples and 3 of them are hanging their heads with pained faces. If someone were to enter right at this moment, they would think he had done something to the other three. On the other hand, if he leaves ahead and the remaining 3 are seen hanging their heads like this, people may think that he not only did something to them but also promptly ran away.
In the end, Geordo didn't leave the sofa and just waited for the other three to sort out their feelings.
When the 4 of them left the box seat and joined back with the girls, the girls were excitedly talking among themselves. Geordo felt incredibly jealous looking at them.
#hamefura movie#hamefura light novel#hamefura#my next life as a villainess: all routes leads to doom#katarina claes#mary hunt#sophia ascart#maria campbell#geordo stuart#keith claes#alan stuart#nicol ascart
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A Good Pair (of Skates) - Part 3
Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, afab!reader, skater!reader
Summary: Steve’s in love with his childhood best friend and he does everything he can to keep his feelings a secret from you. A rollerskating injury might change that.
Word count: 4.4K
Warnings: swearing, friends to lovers, slow burn, injury, broken bones, mutual pining, mentions of drunk driving, surgery, anesthesia, medication, mentions of selling drugs, steve’s feeling very insecure
Author’s note: Please read part 1 and part 2 before reading this one or else it probably wouldn’t make much sense!
Thank you so much for reading my first story! I had so much fun writing it and I can’t wait to share more. Feel free to let me know if you have any feedback or comments, I love hearing from you!
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Part 3
It had been eight whole months since you had broken your arm and Steve still hadn’t made a move on you yet. You two have had some close calls, but nobody was brave enough to cross that romantic threshold yet.
It was driving Robin and Eddie insane.
Steve assured them that he would ask you out eventually but in reality, he probably never will. He’s convinced that his whole self-worth would come crumbling down if you said no, it just didn’t seem worth it.
He even thought about distancing himself from you for a while. Steve figured he could get over you, he just needed time. But that plan crashed and burned the second you saw him and smiled. You hadn’t seen him for a week so you jumped into his arms and told him how much you had missed him. After that, he was too weak to leave you for that long ever again.
“You’ve fought actual monsters before, but you’re too scared to ask out a girl?” Dustin said with a teasing smile.
“Hey! I seem to recall a nervous little middle schooler who had similar problems,” Steve glanced away from the road to look at the curly haired boy.
“I wasn’t…okay, maybe I was a little nervous. But this is Y/N we're talking about, the sweetest person ever!”
“Exactly! That’s what makes the stakes so high. I don’t want to ruin the friendship and lose her forever.”
“Even if she did say no, you’d at least have the closure to move on.” Steve’s eyes widened, “but she’s not going to say no, so you don’t have to worry about it,” Dustin added.
“You don’t know that.”
“Sure I do! And the longer you wait the more likely it is that she’ll find someone else.”
Steve was actually counting on that. He’s hoping that if he could see you happy with someone, even though he knows it would break him, it would at least give him a good excuse to move on. Since the “avoiding you at all costs” plan didn’t work, he thought this one might.
Dustin eyed him suspiciously, “you don’t actually want that to happen, do you?”
Steve stayed silent, the car turning into the school parking lot. Once he stopped his BMW at the drop off area, Dustin turned to him.
“Steve, you’re a great guy. She’d be lucky to have you. Stop being stupid and go get her, she doesn’t deserve to just wait around for you.”
Before Steve could ask him what he meant by that, Dustin was already out of the car and heading towards Hawkins High.
-
“Yes ma’am, I understand. Unfortunately, we don’t get movies that are currently in theaters.”
“Oh, but my husband loves sports films. And I just think that Rob Lowe is so handsome,” the elderly woman reiterated for the third time.
“It would be nice if we had Youngblood, but like I said before-” Steve stopped as he heard the gentle purr of your Volkswagen Kleinbus outside. Robin rolled her eyes, already on her way to assist the woman once Steve inevitably abandons her to greet you.
He opened the glass doors and stood in the doorway. Steve watched as you ushered the younger kids out of your car and into the arcade next door. You gave Max a handful of quarters before turning towards Family Video, locking eyes with Steve.
You took a deep breath and approached him with a small smile. Steve noticed something was off, your smile not quite reaching your eyes. You were anxiously squeezing your left wrist and chewing on your bottom lip.
“Hey, Stevie.”
“Hey, doll. You okay?”
“I-I need to tell you guys something.”
-
“So, you guys know how I fell outside in the parking lot back in the summer?”
You were pacing slightly in front of Steve and Robin as they sat in the Family Video breakroom.
“When that drunk asshole almost ran you over? Yeah, I think I remember,” Steve said sarcastically.
Unfazed by his sarcastic tone, you continued to pace, “well, I went to the doctor–”
Steve stood, his chair legs squeaking against the floor, “is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah, yeah totally,” you stuttered, trying to calm Steve’s worry. You know he’s about to get even more worked up with what you were about to tell him, “well, sort of…”
“Okay…” Robin said expectantly.
You chewed your lip, “It turns out my left wrist wasn’t sprained… It’s been broken this whole time.”
Robin and Steve’s jaws dropped to the ground. The silence was tense as your eyes shifted from one friend to the other.
“It’s- you…broken?” Steve stammered.
“How are you even functioning?” Robin translated for him.
“Honestly, I have no idea. I mean it hurts a bit when I’m at work but I just figured a sprain takes a while to heal and I’d be fine after a bit. But then eight months went by and it still hurts.”
You work at a 50’s themed drive-in restaurant that makes the wait staff use roller skates when serving the customers. Those four weeks you worked while your right elbow was healing were stressful enough for Steve, but now he knows you’ve been doing it all with an untreated broken wrist too.
Steve looked at your left wrist, you were still anxiously rubbing at it so he gripped it gently to release it from your hold. It looked the same as it usually does, no obvious swelling or bruising.
“Why don’t you have a cast?” Steve asked.
“Umm…I will after.” You said, trying to avoid eye contact.
Steve glanced over at Robin, checking to see if she was as confused as he was. “After what?”
“...surgery.”
“WHAT???” screeched Steve, causing Robin to jump slightly.
“Y-yeah, I need surgery,” you laughed awkwardly.
Steve was not amused, “it’s been broken for eight months and now you need surgery?! It was that goddamn doctor at the emergency room, wasn’t it? Let me call my dad, I’m sure he knows a good lawyer-”
“Steve,” you gripped his wrist with the hand he wasn’t already holding, “it wasn’t his fault.” You were surprised by his willingness to call his father and wanted to shut that idea down immediately. He never called him.
“What do you mean? Of course it was! He probably didn’t even look at your x-rays.”
“Well, that’s the thing. Apparently, fractures in the bone I broke don’t even show up on an x-ray until, like, 10 days later. So he was technically right, I guess.”
Your shoulders were slumped and you were avoiding eye contact. Steve realized his first reaction probably didn’t help you that much. He was quick to assign blame when he should’ve been comforting you.
You let out a quiet “oof” as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed. You slithered your arms around his broad shoulders and let him hold you, breathing in his floral scented hair products.
“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with this for so long, I had no idea,” Steve said, voice muffled by your hair.
That wasn’t completely true, he had some sort of idea that your wrist was still troubling you. You started doing everything with your right hand once your elbow healed up. Putting your seatbelt on, opening doors, and carrying shopping bags all became right-handed tasks. After a while, Steve thought he was reading into things a little too much. He felt a bit obsessive so he chose to ignore it, now he was hating himself even more for letting you go on like this. The guilt was already starting to eat away at his gut.
“It’s alright, Stevie. It’s not your fault,” you pressed your nose further into his neck. Steve could’ve sworn you read his mind.
“Dude, that sucks!”
Steve almost forgot Robin was here. He reluctantly let you go so you could receive a hug from her too.
“The good news is we can have a bunch of movie nights while I’m recovering, if you guys are down.”
“You’re not even going to be able to get Steve out of your house this time,” Robin said with a smirk. She remembered how insistent Steve was to take care of you when you were in a cast the first time. All the doting would’ve driven her insane but you were so patient with him and had even made sure he was taking care of himself at the same time.
“Shut it, Robin,” he hissed.
-
The day of the surgery approached faster than you would’ve wanted it to. It felt unnatural to willingly let a bunch of strangers force you to sleep while they cut you open and screw a piece of metal into your bone. The worst part was that Steve had to work today, you were hoping he’d be the one to take you to and from the hospital. You knew he’d make you feel relaxed and safe but you had to settle for Eddie instead.
“M’lady, your chariot awaits.” Eddie bowed dramatically at the waist and gestured towards his van. Despite it being 4 AM on a Saturday, he was still as hyper as usual. You would’ve laughed at his theatrics if your nerves weren’t overwhelming you so much.
The chill hit you immediately when you opened your front door, reminding you to get your coat. The phone in your house started ringing as you turned back inside, but you ignored it. It was probably just a telemarketer.
“Hang on, Eddie. I just need to grab my coat.”
Eddie followed you inside and looked around, “your folks home?”
“Nope, why do you think I need you to drive?”
He shrugged, “I dunno. Maybe you just wanted to hang out with your favorite person.” He smiled at you innocently.
“I already asked Steve, but he’s working this morning,” you deadpan.
“Ouch, sweetheart,” Eddie grabbed his chest, “I didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to take care of your sorry ass.”
“I know, but you did, because you love me,” you said smugly. Finally, you found your coat right when the ringing of your phone had stopped. You walked up to Eddie and kissed him on the cheek, “thanks for your help today, Eds. I really do appreciate it.”
“Of course. C’mon, let's go.” Eddie wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder and started steering you towards the door. He stopped when the phone rang through your home again, “you need to get that?”
“Nah, I’m sure it’s just someone selling something. Let’s go before I lose my nerve.”
As you approach Eddie’s van, you hear the distant slaps of shoes running across the sidewalk. Not paying it any mind, you assumed it was just an early morning jogger. That was until you heard your name.
Looking down the street, you spot Steve sprinting towards you and waving his arms frantically. He was wearing his flannel pajama bottoms, and a sweatshirt he must’ve thrown on last minute. His hair was sticking up at odd angles and as he got closer you could see the wrinkles from his pillow imprinted on his face. He was stunning.
“Hang on…give me…a minute,” Steve said through gasps of air.
Eddie’s eyebrow quirked up behind his bangs, “jeez, Harrington. Has it been that long since you’ve done cardio? You only live a few doors down.”
“Shutupmunson,” Steve managed to breathe out. His hands were on his hips, head tilted towards the sky. You couldn’t help but stare, Steve looked so beautiful, all flustered and tired. “I just needed to make sure I saw you before you left.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I tried calling but you weren’t picking up so…I ran and, uh, now I’m here.” Steve said as he scratched the back of his neck.
Eddie’s eyes widened. Was this it? Was Steve finally going to confess? He wished there was a phone handy so he could call Robin, but in the meantime he’ll just wait in the van.
“Steve, you didn’t have to wake up so early. You need your beauty rest,” you said teasingly.
Steve had been going around in circles in his mind thinking about your upcoming surgery. It isn’t a risky procedure but you never know, things go wrong all the time. He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to you and you didn’t know how much you were loved. Loved by him.
A last minute confession before you went under the knife seemed like the perfect romantic gesture. At least that’s what Robin told him.
“There’s- I should- I should say…”
“What is it, Stevie?”
But alas, his nerves got the better of him.
“Uhh… good luck! I know you’re feeling nervous, but you’ve got this!” Steve’s voice raised a couple octaves higher.
“Thanks. I guess I am a little nervous,” you said with a shy smile.
“Come here,” Steve pulled you closer, holding your head to his chest and rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back. He felt as you squeezed him back, refusing to let go.
Eddie rolled his eyes. He had been watching from the rearview mirror, ready for the declaration of love, but of course, Steve chickened out. Again.
-
Robin dropped the stack of tapes on the counter that Steve was resting his head on. He jumped up at the sound and tried rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What the hell, Robin?” Steve mumbled.
“Eddie told me what you did. Or rather, what you didn’t do.”
Steve blinked at her. Robin was glaring at him with her arms crossed against her chest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he deadpanned.
Robin huffed and walked off to return the tapes back to the shelf. Steve watched her go with a raised eyebrow.
“What? Now I’m getting the silent treatment?”
“Yup.”
Steve rolled his eyes at her lack of commitment, “the silent treatment? From Robin Buckley?”
Robin spun around to face him, “yes, Steve! Maybe I’m just annoyed that my friend is hopelessly devoted to someone who…” doesn’t have the nerve to ask her out. Robin trailed off, realizing half way through her point that she was about to tell Steve your secret.
“I’m not hopelessly devoted to her, okay? That seems a bit dramatic, even for you.”
Robin and Steve jumped as the glass door swung open, causing the bell on the door to rattle violently. Eddie came busting in, eyes wide and scanning the store for his friends.
“ROBIN, I can’t fucking take it anymore!”
“Eddie, don’t,” Robin warned, like he was a dog about to do something he knows he’s not supposed to do.
“What the hell, Eddie? Did you just ditch Y/N at the hospital?!” Steve interrupted.
“Seriously, Robin. It is causing me actual physical pain,” Eddie said, blatantly disregarding Steve’s question.
“I’m in the same boat, Eddie, but we promised.”
“I know, but-”
“EDDIE! Did you leave Y/N alone at the hospital?” Steve yelled, getting tired of being ignored.
“Yes,” Eddie said simply, “what are you gonna do about it, Steve?”
“I can’t- you were-...what??” Steve was deeply confused but mostly he was just pissed off. You were all alone at the hospital, probably in surgery now. If something were to go wrong, there wouldn’t be anyone there for you.
“Go do something about it, Harrington! If you leave now you should be able to get there before she wakes up.”
“B-but what about the store?”
“Why are you questioning it? Just go, Steve!” Robin yelled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you. Putting away tapes can’t be that difficult, can it?” Eddie said, directing the last part to Robin because Steve had already vaulted over the counter and was out the door.
-
“Surgery went very well. She should be waking up in the next few minutes,” a nurse said, leading him through the post-anesthesia recovery room. Steve was anxious to get to you, he felt bad that you were here alone, even though you weren’t conscious for most of it. He needs to see you with his own eyes before he can allow himself to relax even a little.
Steve took a deep breath as the nurse slid the privacy curtain to the side, revealing your sleeping form.
The only new thing about you was the thick plaster cast on your left hand that was tucked in a sling and elevated by a couple pillows. Steve smiled down at you, relieved to see your face again. You were sleeping so peacefully, deep and slow breaths expanding and contracting your chest. He didn’t hesitate to grab your uninjured hand to bring to his chest as he sat on the edge of your bed. The nurse left him alone so he leaned down to place a delicate kiss on your knuckles. His thick fingers brushed a wayward strand of hair away from your face before delicately grazing the back of his hand against your cheek.
Steve thought back to Robin and her insistence on getting him to admit his feelings to you. She seemed to think you liked him back but Steve never allowed her to get his hopes up. That never stopped him from dreaming about what he’d say to you, if the moment were to ever present itself.
I guess I could try it out to see how it sounds…
Steve glanced around the room to make sure no one was listening in on him. “Hey sugar… glad surgery went well,” Steve looked at the ceiling before puffing out a breath, feeling a bit silly all of a sudden, “look, I’ve been having difficulty telling you this because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but…I don’t know, you’re just so amazing, and sweet, and caring and it’s just gotten harder and harder to pretend that I’m not completely in love with you anymore. You’re the greatest person in my life and you make me feel so secure and loved. I always find myself thinking about you and smiling from ear to ear and I just…I love you so much.”
Before Steve could think, you moved your hand out of his grip and face palmed him, pushing his head back.
“Get the fuck outta here,” you slurred. “Woah, is that your real hair?”
“O-oh, hey Y/N. How’re you feeling?” Steve said nervously. He’s hoping you’re too drugged up to have heard his little confession.
“Y’know, I rather you didn’t,” you said lazily, your hooded eyes not focusing on anything in particular.
Steve’s brows furrowed, “didn’t do what?”
“Love me.”
Steve paled. Any sliver of self-esteem Steve had was ripped from his grasp. He knew you could find someone better but a small part of him thought you liked him back. Those lingering gazes, soft touches, and the teasing from his friends were all just some sort of facade. Some sick joke at his expense. Of course this is how it ends.
“S-sorry,” Steve mumbled, trying to blink away the tears gathering in his eyes.
“I don't love you, ya idiot! Cause I love Steeeevie,” you sang. “I love Steve with all my heart, and more.”
Steve’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. What is happening?? “uh, I-I think you’re a bit confused, doll.”
“I thought you knew? You’re always teasing me ‘bout it,” you said, swatting at him lazily. “Y/N’s feeling real good right now, Eds. Like, reeeeal good. You should totally sell whatever they got me on, you’d make a fortune!”
-
Eddie looked so silly with his new Steve haircut. You made sure to tell him that a few more times.
“Ser’sly, Eddie you even smell like him. Did he tell you his Farrah Fawcett secret?” You tried leaning into him to get a better whiff of his hair but he was easily able to pin you back down to the bed.
Kinky, you thought.
You probably just exposed Steve’s deepest secret but for some reason you didn’t care. All you could do now was laugh hysterically at Eddie’s attempt to look more like Steve.
Eddie seemed uncomfortable. Maybe embarrassed was the right word. You were probably being really loud, but you were on cloud nine with whatever drugs they’ve got you on so you weren’t worried about anything at the moment. Plus, Eddie dressed like Steve to make you feel better, and it worked. Your friends were so thoughtful.
“One time I braided Steve’s hair. It was soooooo soft, and it smelled like flowers. Pretty, pretty, flower boy.” Eddie was just staring at you owlishly, so you kept going, “I just always feel the need to smush his face onto my face, y’know? I love him so much! He makes me feel like– holy shit, what happened to my arm?”
-
Steve was a bit stumped.
On one hand he desperately wants to believe in your drug influenced love confession but he couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical at the same time. He didn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position if you didn’t actually mean it. He didn’t want to get his hopes up just for it to come crashing down. Again.
Steve drove you home and put you to bed where you immediately fell asleep. He sat by your bedside, contemplating his next steps. Overthinking everything, as usual.
Once his restlessness started to set in Steve made himself busy. He spent the next couple hours cooking meals you could save in the freezer and tidying up your house. It helped keep his mind busy so he wouldn’t go crazy thinking about what you had said in the hospital.
Eddie, Robin, and Max stopped by in the evening with your favorite takeout but you were still sleeping. Steve wasn’t hiding his huffy attitude towards Eddie, still mad he left you at the hospital. Eddie just ignored him and did his best to hide his smug smile.
“So, did you tell her?” Robin said.
“Robin,” hissed Steve, “not in front of the kid.”
“Oh, Steven. It’s so sad that you think I don’t already know,” Max said condescendingly.
Steve rubbed his face in embarrassment, “am I really that obvious?”
“Yes,” Robin, Eddie, and Max all said at the same time.
“Great, that’s just great” Steve grumbled as he leaned back in the armchair he was sitting on.
“I’m just surprised Y/N doesn’t see it,” Eddie added.
“What don’t I see?”
Everyone’s heads whipped towards the doorway of the living room where you were now standing. You still looked tired but you were standing on your own and not slurring your words anymore. You adjusted the arm resting in the sling with a slight wince, the strap digging into your neck. It had been a few hours since the surgery and you haven’t had any pain killers since.
You were trying to hide how uncomfortable you were but Steve saw right through it.
Steve stood to greet you, “hey doll, how’re you feeling? Let’s get some food and medicine in you,” he said, trying to change the subject.
“Okay, thanks Stevie,” you smiled but furrowed your brows at him, like you were trying to remember something. The adorable tilt of your head was making his knees weak as he escaped to the kitchen.
Steve brought you a pill, a glass of water, and some food to nibble on as you sat in his previously occupied chair. He kneeled next to you, offering the pill and then the water to wash it down.
“How’re you feeling, Y/N?” Robin said from her spot on the couch she was sharing with Max.
“Fine, I guess. I’ll be better once this medicine kicks in.”
“Well, you look like shit,” Max said bluntly.
“Thanks, Maxine,” you said sarcastically, “Geez Eddie, you letting just anyone in my house while I’m passed out, huh?” You chuckled before noticing everyone’s confused looks, “what? I’m just kidding.”
“Y/N, I didn’t take you home from the hospital. You don’t remember that?”
Over your shoulder, Steve’s eyes widened as he started waving his hands around, trying to get Eddie to shut up. Steve didn’t want to jog your memory, hoping you two could just live in blissful ignorance in hopes of saving you both from embarrassment.
“What? Yes you did. I woke up and you were…”
Steve watched in horror as your face dropped and your cheeks reddened in realization. Steve could practically see the memories coming back to you as your breathing started speeding up and your jaw kept opening and closing. It was all coming back to you and you were absolutely mortified.
“Wait, what’s happening?” Robin asked, observing the matching blushes on yours and Steve’s faces.
“NOTHING,” you and Steve said at the same time.
You finally looked at him, taking in his wide eyes and pink ears. You groaned in embarrassment before standing up quickly and slapping your hand to your forehead.
“Sorry, I’m gonna…I just need to, ugh sorry,” you were scrambling to come up with a good enough excuse to leave but it was just making you more flustered. “Steve, I’m sorry I didn’t– I didn’t mean to say, fuck, I mean maybe I did. I just…shit, shit, shit,” you started smacking yourself in the temple in an attempt to get your brain to work properly.
Steve observed you for a moment. This wasn’t the reaction of someone who regretted what they said because it wasn’t true. Your reaction showed Steve that you regretted it because you thought he didn’t feel the same way. Steve didn’t wait any longer, he couldn’t.
“Fuck it.”
Steve took one big step towards you and took your face in his hands. Before he could chicken out, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He felt your body stiffened on impact, but it felt too good to stop. He slotted his lips perfectly into yours as he took it all in. Reluctantly, Steve slowly pulled away as it hit him. He just kissed you.
Holding his breath, he hesitantly opened his eyes to apologize but he sees you unable to move. You keep your eyes closed for a few moments, letting your mind process what just happened. The moment it all clicked was when you finally looked back at him and grabbed his shirt collar to bring him back for a desperate kiss. Steve furrowed his brows as he kissed you more passionately, trying to savor the taste of you. It felt like you were having an out of body experience, although that could have been the drugs kicking in.
You both forgot about your friends that were still in the room until Max said “I’m gonna call Mike, he owes me ten bucks.”
“It’s a little weird watching our friends make out, isn’t it?” Robin turned to Eddie, expecting to exchange a long-suffering look with him.
Eddie sniffed hard before aggressively wiping at his eyes, “you kidding? It's beautiful.”
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#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x reader#steve x reader#steve pov#steve harrington#fanfiction#hurt reader#hurt/comfort#hurt!reader#friends to lovers#mutal pining#slow burn#canon divergent#eddie survives#stranger things#roller skating#robin buckley#eddie munson#dustin henderson#max mayfield#netflix#80s
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SSR Rook Hunt Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3
"Happy Birthday"
(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3
[Pomefiore Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]
Leona: Finally, we're at the last question.
Leona: “How do you spend your days off?” …Apparently.
Rook: Hm, my days off…
Rook: I often go to the theater, or watch movies and dramas.
Rook: For example, on my last day off, I watched my favorite drama.
Rook: Although, I have watched it over 100 times already.
Leona: Wow, watching the same thing over and over again… You got weird taste.
Rook: Once you know how the story plays out, it's quite fascinating to watch it again and discover new things.
Rook: The protagonist of the drama I just mentioned was particularly talented with a rich range of emotions. Even though I've seen this one scene many times…
Rook: Whenever he smiles, the corners of my lips naturally start to curl into a smile. Whenever he cries, my eyes well up with tears.
Rook: I constantly wonder to myself… Why is it that every time I watch, I am once again deeply moved by him?
Rook: Ah, but that sensation of deep emotion resonating in your heart is a wonderful sensation, no matter how many times it happens.
Leona: Sigh… That's not something I'd ever understand. Can a made-up story really affect people like that?
Rook: Of course. Just the other day, Epel-kun also joined us for our viewing party.
Rook: We shared such deep emotions, and I was able to hear views that were much different from mine… It was a lovely time.
Rook: I'm so glad I chose to reach out to Epel-kun. Thanks to that, I was able to have a most satisfying time.
Leona: Oh yeah, there was a time when Epel came to the magical shift club's early morning practice lookin' like he was dead on his feet…
Leona: Guess that must have been because he had to put up with your rambling all day long. That guy's got a lot to deal with, too, sounds like.
Rook: Oh, mayhap have you started to spark an interest as well? If so, let us have a movie night together!
Leona: No thanks.
Rook: I've already said, you don't need to hold back on my account, haven't I? Let's see… perhaps a historical production will be more to your taste.
Rook: Then, let us meet this weekend at 13:00… Oh, and we should mark this occasion by having the viewing party in the Savanaclaw lounge.
Leona: Who'd say yes to that? …Hey, I'm not doin' it. You listening to me?
Rook: Ahh, it will be a wonderful day. Thank you for the spectacular gift, Leona-kun!
Leona: Sigh… The interview's finally over.
Leona: Here, take this broom already, it's got all these worthless lively-lookin' flowers on it.
Rook: This is… Beauté! It's almost as if it is a floral paradise. The vibrant flowers are gorgeously bringing color and life to the broomstick.
Leona: How wondrous it is that you are so pleased by it. So perfect for someone who's always in a good mood like you.
Leona: I got that you're excited, so hurry up and go show off that broom.
Rook: You're right. Then, I suppose I should head towards the birthday road.
Rook: I will hold the joy of being celebrated by everyone close to my chest and… Now, I splendiferously take to the skies!
(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3
#twisted wonderland#twst#rook hunt#leona kingscholar#twst rook#twst leona#twst translation#twst birthday#mention: epel
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so i was looking into the whole french connection censorship thing, and yes of course it was disney who without telling anyone censored the movie. (disney bought fox a few years ago, which made the movie.) so apparently disney just cut out what they didnt want from an oscar winning movie without acknowledging it and letting anyone know. the director, william friedkin just died so theres no indication that disney consulted him about the censorship of his movie. if anyone knows or seen friedkin in any interview youd know that fucking crazy guy would never agree to let that fucking mouse touch his movie lol.
so i dont know if anyone has seen the french connection, but central to the whole movies plot is that the main character, a guy named popeye doyle is a piece of shit racist cop who does what he thinks is the right thing to catch the bad guy. which of course that means he does the wrong thing most times. (SPOILERS he doesnt even catch the bad guy in the end) so in one line of dialogue, popeye says the n-word and this is what they censored from the oscar winning 1971 movie. the movie is r rated, by the way. for adults. the movie is over 50 years old, and depicts how racist cops openly spoke then. its illustrative of what a huge piece of shit the cop is. friedkin himself called popeye doyle a racist. hes making a point that the good guy is not the good guy. that the archetype cop who does any and everything even outside the law is BAD because it doesnt even lead to catching the bad guy. that these kinds of depictions of cops shouldnt be made into a hero. like so many movies have done.
disney in their fucking brilliance bought a studio that made thousands of movies over many many many decades, and instead of adding a card at the beginning of the movie that eventho disney doesnt agree with some of the language in the movie, the movie is being presented as the artist/director, friedkin, intended. they dont do that. fuckin disney is so fucking ridiculous, they dont bleep the line or dub it with another word. (which would be awful and terrible enough - this isnt network television) they just yank that line out of a scene between 2 people. so its this weird cut that breaks the flow of a scene. if disney is so fucking scared of someone somewhere saying disney is associated with the n word, than they shouldnt have bought a fucking studio whos been making movies for fucking decades! if fucking disney thinks their brand will be tarnished from rated r movies... movies for adults... than sell off those movies to someone else who will present the movie as the artist intended. and lets be clear, disney didnt cut any scenes of popeye doyle acting racist, just the one scene where he said the n word. disney is full of fucking hypocrites!
i read that disney cut it out from any streaming version, any versions that will be sold as physical media and any showings of the movie in theaters. the monopoly that disney holds is scary and gets scarier and scarier. they can and do so many things that are only for PR. they are scared of backlash, but its ridiculous that they would censor a movie without any acknowledgment. its not up tho them to tell an artist how to tell a story. its 100% censorship and its bullshit!
fuck disney!
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Do you like horror movies? I've recently become obsessed with the Saw franchise (less so the actual torture porn of the movies - more so the fun queer fandom headcanons and toxic yuri + yaoi)
I love horror!
Horror was my bailiwick before I got very into sci fi and fantasy.
I'm a bitch who loves intense emotions, and the soul rending shrieks of a person, at their wit's end, abandoning all pretenses and human airs, and becoming their most base, instinctual self.
Horror is great for that sort of thing.
As for SAW - I actually LOVE Saw.
I think 1 and 2 were honestly brilliant and didn't deserve the ratings they got! They're way more clever than anyone ever thinks!
The first Saw twist was actually brilliant, and not enough normies know that it really wasn't just torture porn from the beginning. The escape room thriller, murder mystery element was present too.
Now later Saws kind of became torture porn, but.
I adore 1, I think 2 is awesome and Amanda's haircut is transcendent.
I have seen 3 and 4, but didn't like them that much. I think I saw 7, but I'm not sure, and I definitely saw Spiral and 10 in theaters...
Spiral was bad, but 10 was the only Saw movie to have an actually respectable RT score, which is honestly kinda hilarious, when you think about it.
Ooh, and I loved it, btw. Can't recommend it enough. Really wonderful human story...about sadistic murder traps being inflicted on healthcare scammers.
So in short, YES.
I love horror.
Torture porn doesn't do much for me, but the villains are reallllly cunty and that makes them soooo much fun to talk about. I have a soft spot for the Saw fandom. They're pretty chill, in terms of fandoms.
Also, that iconic post
saw fans are the best.
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Mido Torao Sugao Rabbit Chat Part 5 - A Horror Mystery?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Tsumugi: Mido-san, congratulations on the release of Sugao!
Tsumugi: I learned a lot from that interview article!
Torao: Oh, you’ve read it? I hope that it was helpful.
Option 1: I loved the part where you talked about your charms!
Torao: You mean that part of “know yourself first before knowing how to charm”? I think there are many people in the world who don’t realize their own charm.
Option 2: Your interview about your sex appeal was wonderful!
Torao: If you have confidence in yourself and stand tall, it will come out naturally. My manager told me that he would like to try out what I was saying.
Option 3: You look wonderful on the cover!
Torao: Thanks. Come to think of it, Izumi Mitsuki also sent me a Rabbitchat with his impressions. It’s typical of him to compliment me straight up, saying that I was really cool.
Torao: You also have good charm.
Tsumugi: How do you mean…?
Torao: You look like a small animal, but you’re actually bold and unpredictable.
Tsumugi:
Tsumugi: Can you read what’s on my face?
Tsumugi: Everyone in IDOLiSH7 says it’s easy to understand because it’s often on my face, so if that’s the case, I would be happy about it!
Torao: It’s just that they don’t understand.
Torao: Even if I can read simple emotions, I feel like I’m caught in your pace before I know it.
Tsumugi: Me!?
Torao: It’s my first time with such a woman (laughs)
Torao: You can be proud. It’s because I’m praising you.
Tsumugi:
Torao: Does the fact that you messaged me mean today is your day off?
Tsumugi: Yes, I have a day off in the afternoon today!
Torao: I see. I got a call during my long-awaited break; Touma scheduled himself to come to see a movie with me in a little bit.
Torao: It’s a pity that we just missed your schedule.
Tsumugi: Ah, that’s wonderful…! There’s something different about watching at a movie theater and watching at home!
Torao: Well, we do have a theater room.
Torao: Touma said he wanted to see it on the big screen anyway, so I had no choice.
Tsumugi: That sounds like a lot of fun! What movie are you watching?
Torao: It’s a mystery story recommended by Minami. He said that the audience can also speculate about the culprit as they watch. It seems that it gained popularity from the drama and was derived into a movie.
Tsumugi: Oh, I think I know that movie!
Tsumugi: It was advertised with the catch phrase, “In which scene will you find out who the real criminal is?”
Torao: Oh, that’s right. Minami figured it out in 32 minutes. Touma is excited about surpassing Minami’s record.
Torao: I’ll tell you what time he got after. Please look forward to it.
Tsumugi: It’s going to be a hot match…!
Tsumugi: I’ve never seen it myself, so I’m curious, but I heard that it has quite a few horror elements!
Torao: Eh
Torao: Is that so?
Tsumugi: It seems that it was once talked about as a horror mystery with thrilling elements; I remember vaguely that there were some haunted parts that appeared.
Torao: Isn’t the mystery the main thing?
Torao: I see
Torao: That sounds like a totally different story
Torao: It looks like Touma came
Tsumugi: Please enjoy it!
Tsumugi:
End of Part 5
TL notes: Please contact me if there are any mistakes with the translations! (Remember I’m not a professional translator).
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Modern Arthur with a reader who loves music
Headcannon time yall!
This was requested by @photo1030
Hopefully this is what you were thinking of!
Theres not much to warn about! Mainly fluff, perhaps a little smut! (I honestly do not remember if there is or not lmao)
Tags: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @kieropal @6kaja9 @cantchoosejust1
Modern Arthur with a music loving reader
1. Okay
2. so like
3. Arthur meets you in a bar, and he sees you dancing on the dance floor and he can't do anything but smile as he does.
4. He's never talked to you, he doesn't know your name, your story, anything, but he can tell that you love to dance, that you love music. Compared to everyone else out there on the dance floor you were having the most fun, he could see it on your face from where he sat.
5. he made a decision right then and there.
6. that he wanted to ask you out on a date, and hopefully ask you to be his girlfriend sometime down the road.
7. When you're finished dancing and come to get a drink at the bar he's all smiles and he asks you what your name is
8. "Y/N L/N, Cowboy, what's yours?"
9. "Arthur Morgan."
10. He's still all kinds of smiles, and he asks you where you learned to dance the way you do, and the two of you start talking about hobbies and things, and you tell him all about your love for music and dancing and he thinks its so adorable
11. So very
12. Just unique, and interesting, and he just feels like he's never met someone so full of energy before.
13. He manages to ask you if you'd like to go on a date with him, after talking to you for a bout an hour or two, and drinking a few.
14. he's mildly scared of you lol, he thinks your so confident and beautiful and he feels like he's neither of those things.
15. You tell him you'd love to go on a date together
16. he gets so excited and tells you he'll meet you saturday at about 6.
17. You're just as excited yourself. You'd seen him when you'd come into the bar, laughing with one of his friends playing pool together, and you just, thought he was so handsome, and you'd heard him joking
18. he was so funny too, from what you'd heard even before talking to him
19. you'd been way too nervous to say anything, and that's why you'd been dancing, an attempt to trying and get rid of your nerves.
20. When saturday comes around he picks you up on a motorcycle
21. he was
22. SO HOT
23. He smirks at you and flashes his teeth, he pats the seat behind him and then waits for you to sit behind him.
24. He'll ask you if it's alright to grab your thigh to keep you steady, before he does it, because consent is key
25. You're gonna say yes
26. He's very attractive.
27. His bike has a radio on it, and he turns it on, on the ride to your date, and you can't help but smile at the choice of music he plays.
28. It fits his personality so well and you absolutely love to listen to peoples music choices. It tells you a lot about them and who they are, so sitting on the back of Arthur's bike, a hand on your thigh occasionally when you go around corners, and his older country music blasting that made you feel as though you were in a romance flick
29. it just made you feel so right.
30. Everything about the moment made you feel as though you were in the right spot, you were where you were supposed to be.
31. The two of you finally made it to your location and to your surprise
32. He's brought you to a theater.
33. Not a movie theater, but a theater theather. The show he wanted to take you to was a musical, full of dancing and orchestrial music along with a lot of other generes of music too.
34. Even with only having talking to you for about an hour or two he'd gotten a great idea of what you would like, and he wanted nothing but to see you smile.
35. You never would have thought that he would have had the idea to take you somewhere like this, and the fact that he did soley because he knew how much you liked music, even from just that little conversation?
36. He truly listened to you, and he really cared, even from just one little talk
37. You pretty much fell for him right then and there, you would have brought out the wedding bells if it wasn't for the fear of running him away
38. The way you looked at him so excitedly and so happy when the two of you pulled up to the theater....
39. The joke is on you Arthur has already imagined what tux he's gonna wear at your wedding and he's already imagined what your name sounds like with Morgan on the end of it instead of whatever your last name is now.
40. The two of you watch the show together, and while Arthur himself isn't much of a musical guy, he has so much fun sitting there watching the dancers do their thing. Though he was looking at you more so than the show.
41. Every smile or chuckle you offered up made his heart flutter
42. For a moment he felt so....Stupid, so idiototic, hell one could even say he felt kind of guilty, for feeling so strongly for you so quickly.
43. He'd only ever fallen for one or two other people in his life. There was no way that you could have made him fall so quickly, it usually took a little bit at least but you?
44. He already felt head over heels, and it didn't make a lick of sense, but he promised himself he wouldn't get his hopes up too much, at least not too soon
45. When the show ends the two of you head to the parking lot and he loves how excited you are to talk about your favorite parts, he just thinks you're so excitable.
46. He takes you back home, and he's just so happy that he really just can't stop smiling, you even danced a little on the way home to the old country from his radio, and sung along
47. He could have sworn that he'd never heard a more beautiful voice, it was far better than his own, and you singing along to the song next to the voice of the country singers, oh it sounded so fantastic
48. When he drops you off to your house, he holds your hand as he walks you to the door, no quite ready to let you slip through his fingers.
49. He asks you if he could have the pleasure of going out with you again, and he tells you just how happy you made him in just one date, and you can't help but return his smile.
50. You'd notice him watching you throughout the show, and you'd never made someone so happy just by existing, and...something about the way he smiled, and cared so much even though he barely knew you?
51. usually someone who cared so much, so heavily so quickly, usually that was a bad sign but....there was something different, something new about this, this wasn't him saying that he cared and then just trying to get something from you
52. You could see it in his eyes, even if he didn't say the words.
53. So obviously you tell him yes, because you think he's kind and caring and really funny too.
54. plus he's
55. you know
56. hot as hell
57. from that point on you two started going out
58. it didn't take long for him to ask if you'd like to offically be a couple, and again, you said yes, because you would love to be his girlfriend
59. Sometimes he wants to hang out with you, but he doesn't want to go out, and you do to, so he'll just come over to your house and spend time with you!
60. He came over once and you were in the middle of painting your living room
61. He offers to help, because of course he does, but you tell him that it's okay, just take a seat and get comfortable.
62. so he does, and then he has a front row seat to watching you dance as you work, and sing, and again he's all smiles
63. Of course he loves more than just those qualities in you
64. He loves how smart you are for one thing, you seem to always know what he doesn't, if he doesn't have an answer for something he'll look at you with these puppy dog eyes in hopes that you do know it, he feels like the only thing he's got a one up on you is with cars
65. He loves how kind you are too, he's seen you wave to every baby the two of you see in public when you walk together, he's seen you save squirrels and chipmunks that might be in danger
66. He loves just how...well to put it frankly how you, you are.
67. You obviously adore everything about him too, not just that he loves everything about you, but that he's funny, and smart, and kind, and just, so very Arthur, you love his little journal, even if he refuses to show it to you, and you think it's so funny that he isn't all that great with technology
68. it's never a one way street
69. But anyway
70. He gets to sit in your living room and watch as you sing and dance, all while painting the wall
71. He takes a video of you, smiling to himself as he listens to you sing Southern Nights by Glen Campbell, which is one of his favorites.
72. He loves to watch you dance to it to, and while he loves to watch it because you're so energetic, he's also got his eyes GLUED to your ass and the sway of your hips the whole time
73. At this point in the relationship he's just kinda decided to move in, and you're completely okay with that
74. He ends up waking up to get a drink one night and you aren't in bed next to him, and you aren't in the master bath, so he gets a little worried
75. He goes down to the kitchen, thinking maybe you had also gotten thirsty too
76. He ends up leaning against the wall, and watching you with the fridge light illuminating your figure as you hum to yourself and make a sandwich.
77. After a miniute or two he turns on the radio that you have sitting on the shelf and turns on the light in the kitchen.
78. You get scared at first but offer a small sheepish grin at him and he just smiles back before turning on some Old Dominion (Be With Me) and quietly takes your hands in his
79. You didn't take him for a dancer, after all the time the two of you have been together he's never really 'danced' well, other than a line dance or two when he's drunk
80. But he quietly takes your hand and then places his other on your hip before dancing with you all smiles in the kitchen at about 3 in the morning.
81. He even sings along to the song, leaning his head against your forehead, he hardly sings, ever, you've heard it only a few times since being with him
82. He's got such a deep voice, and it's so pleasent to listen to
83. He's not the greatest at singing, but you know that if he just stuck with it and practiced some he could sound so good, but even without that you still love listening to him sing and hum along
84. Even if he's off tune, the hum of his voice and the vibration of his chest is so soothing and you fall more and more in love with him
85. He'll even throw in a few words in there that are directed straight at you and you just
86. Melt, I mean, who wouldn't
87. "You could be the singer girl, you hit every note-" "Why don't you be with me Darlin'?" "You mean the world to me Sweetheart" And then immediately after saying that he continues with the lyrics like it was nothing
88. He acts like he isn't very good at flirting
89. He's literally so suave
90. He just gets so inspired by you, so energized, you change him, just a little bit, and not on purpose, but you change him.
91. He's just so
92. He's a lot more energetic now, a lot more like, willing to do things like this
93. He never thought about dancing and singing, he didn't think it was a huge part of his life, but the more he thought about it, the more he did it with you, the more he realized just how dull and unhappy his life would be without music, and you, in it.
94. He just
95. He loves you so much, and you love him too
96. He loves to watch you sing and dance while you do work around the house, like chores and stuff
97. He tries to ask you if you'd like him to do it, but you never let him
98. So instead he sits and watches you (After he's gotten to all the chores you hadn't because he refuses to let you do all the chores alone, he lives there too, not just you)
99. He loves watching you dance while you work, because you have so much skill, like your hands are full
100. You literally have so much balance and grace, you can put dishes away while dancing and not drop a single plate and he's just in awe
101. Sometimes while you're cooking and dancing he'll come up behind you and put his arms around your waist and start to sway with you, even if it doesn't match the music
102. He just wants to be close to you, and he loves the feeling of your body against his. Though, usually if he does that it gives him a little bit of a hard on and he'll try to convince you to fix it.
103. He asks you to sing him to sleep sometimes too btw, like, he knows you like to sing, so he doesn't feel like it's gonna be a bother to you, and if he's having a particularly rough time getting to bed and he has a lot to do the next day
104. He'll ask you to sing to him, or hum to him
105. He loves it if you sing to him and play with his hair, he'll fall asleep so quickly
106. You ask him to do the same
107. and he loves you so of course he says yes, but he doesn't understand why you'd wanna hear him sing when he can't keep a tone to save his life
108. You tell him his deep voice is really soothing and the more he practices the more he'd be able to keep in tune
109. He'll do it, and he loves to watch you fall asleep with your head on his chest as he sings
110. "Rye Whiskey you villian, you've been my downfall, you've kicked me, you've cuffed me and caused me to brawl-"
111. All in all, he just loves how young you make him feel, and how much you've opened his eyes to how important music is.
112. He just feels like since he met you, he's finally seen sunshine properly, and to him, you are his world, and he loves to be around you all the time
113. You truly are his favorite person, and he'd do anything to see you dance happily for the rest of your life.
#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption 2 drabble#rdr2#rdr2 community#Rdr2 Headcannons#arthur morgan#Arthur Morgan headcannons
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Chapter 3
Today felt different, in the best way possible. It wasn't that the days before were dull, but there was a sparkle in the air, a sense of something new and exciting.
As the final period rolled in and the teacher allowed the class to work silently on their textbooks, Danielle found herself already finished with the assignment. Leaning back, she let her thoughts wander to you, the interesting new friend she'd made. Despite your pessimistic attitude and walls that guarded your heart, she was determined to break through your barriers and show you the warmth of friendship.
Recalling the conversation on the rooftop brought a smile to her face. You haven't exactly agreed to her proposition, but your response hinted at a reluctant acceptance, which Danielle considered a victory in itself.
Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed her best friend Hanni's attempts to get her attention.
"Danielle! Danielle Marsh! Mo Jihye!" she whispered urgently, snapping the curly haired back to reality.
"Huh? Oh, sorry! What's up?" Danielle replied, slightly embarrassed.
"I just got a text from Minji about watching the new movie tonight. Haerin and Hyein are in too. Are you down?" Hanni explained, excitement evident in her voice.
"Absolutely! I'm always up for a movie night," Danielle responded heartily, taking care not to upset her classmates who were still working around them.
"Awesome, I'll let her know we're going," Hanni said, already tapping away on her phone.
With the bell signaling the end of the day, Danielle and Hanni swiftly gathered their belongings and headed to meet their friends at the school gates. However, before leaving, she couldn't help but glance toward your classroom.
She scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before leaving, but you were nowhere to be seen.
"I guess he left already," she muttered to herself, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Dani, what are you doing there? Come on, they're already waiting for us!" Hanni called from a distance, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Sorry!" she apologized as she hurried to join Hanni.
"Come on. Ppalli Ppalli!" She grabbed the younger's arm as the two ran together to the front gate.
Danielle and Hanni finally reached the front gate where they were greeted warmly by their three other friends.
"Oh, there you two are!" Minji chirped, showing them her gummy smile. "I was worried you two might've backed out."
"Yeah, sorry for the wait," Danielle apologized, giving Minji a warm hug. "But we're already here, so you don't have to worry anymore!"
"Always the sweet talker, Dani-unnie," Hyein teased, tickling her sides.
"Mhm, she has such a way with her words," Haerin agreed, chuckling softly.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go watch some movies!" Hanni pumped her fist in the air as all of them followed along.
"Yes, let's go!" They cheered as all of them began to walk to the movie theater.
Danielle always thinks that sending time with her girl friends was always a blast. Teasing each other, laughing at each other's jokes, being silly, and telling each other stories. It's never boring when she's with them and she wouldn't trade it for any other friend group out there.
With that being said, this was the type of friendship that she wanted to show you and prove you wrong about your perception of friendship.
"That reminds me," Hyein suddenly said, turning her head towards Danielle. "You went inside classroom 2-C earlier this morning, didn't you?"
"Eh? How did you know~?" Danielle asked, genuinely surprised.
"I mean, you're quite popular, unnie. People easily recognize you, so it's natural for the word to get around quickly," Haerin said matter-of-factly.
"I'm not popular," Danielle playfully rolled her eyes at them. "But yes, yes I did go to class 2-C."
"Why though? Do you know someone from that class?" Hanni asked.
"Well... I do, now!" Danielle said proudly.
"So you were there to make friends? Well, that's our ball of sunshine," Minji smiled and gently patted her hair. "So, who are these 'friends' that you've met?"
"Ah, I only made one friend in that class. He's a bit cold, but I made it work," Danielle gleefully shared.
The moment the words left her lips, a stunned silence fell over her friends. Their eyes widened in disbelief, exchanging incredulous glances among themselves.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold up," Hanni interjected, her voice laced with disbelief. "'He'? You made friends with a guy?"
"Yeah! Is that bad?" Danielle tilted her head to the side, concerned that she might've done something wrong.
"What? No, no, it's not bad, you can be friends with a guy," Hanni quickly dismissed. "What I meant was, it's unusual for you to initiate a conversation with a guy, let alone make friends with one."
"Ah, well, you know me," she replied with a shrug, trying to brush off the surprise in their reactions. "I guess I just found him interesting, that's all."
"Interesting, huh?" Minji teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh, come on, guys, it's not like that," Danielle protested, feeling a flush creeping up her neck. "We just had a chat, that's all."
"Sure, sure," Haerin chimed in with a smirk. "But seriously, spill the tea. What's this guy like?"
"He's kind of... mysterious," Danielle began, trying to find the right words to describe you. "A bit aloof, but something is intriguing about him. Like he's got this whole hidden side that he's guarding fiercely."
"A mysterious guy, huh?" Hanni pondered, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Sounds like the perfect challenge for you, Dani."
"Exactly!" she exclaimed, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of unraveling your layers. "And I'm up for the challenge."
"Well, I'm glad you found someone interesting," Minji said with a smile, patting Danielle's shoulder. "Who knows, maybe you'll uncover some hidden treasure beneath all that mystery."
"Yeah, maybe," Danielle agreed, feeling a sense of anticipation building within her. "Either way, it'll be an adventure."
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The story you told, though it was the short version, sounds like such fun! Yes, you can see what I mean about theater blunders then. They’re quite hilarious, but I hope that sign didn’t hit you too hard! I hope you know your personality is quite wonderful too, my dear. You never fail to make me smile! And of course, you are not mean and intimidating to me. I will say though, I am a bit glad that people may assume that, as that means there’s more of you for me to cherish and keep to myself! >_< I’m going to answer the questions, and then I think I’ll take a quick shower before I go get dressed for the show tonight! What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
It’s hard to say for me too, as I’m a bit insecure, but I suppose my sense of fashion and my general passion in whatever I do! >_<
What’s something that a lot of people assume about you that’s true? What about something that’s false? A lot of people think I’m a bit scatterbrained and forgetful, which is true--things tend to slip my mind and I often forget about due dates and such! However, they also assume I’m a bit stupid because of the way I portray myself, but I’m actually pretty smart! I don’t want to brag, but I am in higher placement levels than some people expect, and I’ve always had a passion for learning, so it makes sense.
What was the most life-changing event in your life so far? If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? What can always make you feel better after a bad day?
I suppose that is true! The more people are scared , the further they’ll go and the more time I get to have with you! I wish others would stay away from you.
1) My nose life-changing event would be a few years ago when I re-met this one guy. It’s a long story but he completely ruined but also changed my life. Nothing in my life would be the same if I had never met him again.
2) Discrimination, probably. It affects everything and everyone in some way. I’m quite a lot of minorities so I’ve seen quite a bit and nothing makes me madder than people who think they have the right to do horrible things because they were born a certain way.
3) Talking to my darling tends to help me feel better! A nice cup of tea, cake, and watching one of my comfort movies tends to help as well.
I await your answers after your shower or your show! I hope you have fun, darling!
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Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.
Chapter 2: His Real Home.
TWS: SLIGHT PROFANITY, KIDNAPPING IMPLICATIONS, TRAUMA IMPLICATIONS, FIRE MENTIONS, SELF BLAME.
(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)
(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)
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His mother then pulled away, her twinkling dark eyes glistening with moisture. She whimpered, smiling at him the best she could. "Don't worry, son. Everything's gonna be fine. I'll take you home, okay? You're safe now. You're safe."
Skid nodded slowly, sniffling and whining under his weak short breaths. He was embarrassed about it, but he was probably going to have to ask her if she could carry him. He felt so weak, and everything felt so overwhelming right now. His mother then patted his head, holding him close yet again.
He was safe.
So why did everything still feel so.. weird?
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His mother had spoken with the officers for a short while, though he wasn't sure why. He hadn't been paying attention. His own thoughts were too overwhelming for him to exactly process her words, or even the officers words. The whole time, he had been taking small slow bites out of a half-eaten strawberry donut. His mother would occasionally raise her voice, in an almost angered manner.
Even so, after what seemed like forever(despite it only being five minutes that his mother was talking with the police officers), she walked back over to where he was sitting. And smiled at him softly, saying, "Come on, son. Let's go home.". Skid looked up at her, and for the first time in a while now, he felt a sense of glee in himself. He simply nodded, and then, a large but nervous smile formed on his abnormally pale face.
He slowly extended out his hand, letting her slip his hand in his. And then, he slowly struggled to get off of the seat he was sitting on, but he managed to regardless. His legs felt a bit numb, as if he were going to collapse at any moment. But even so, he didn't. Skid glanced behind himself, and waved a meek goodbye to the officers who had been with him. They waved back, giving him a somewhat nervous smile. His mother had thanked them, and then out they went.
Out they went into the breezy, cool night. The moonlight shone upon the town he hadn't seen in so long. His eyes sparkled with the thought of seeing every place he hadn't seen in so long again. The Candy Club, The Movie Theater, Frank's Ice-cream van. And he was even happy just thinking about seeing everyone again. Frank, Kevin, Robert—just absolutely everyone! And most of all, he wished to see Pump again. He felt a bit saddened once he had realized that he no longer had his costume. That it had most likely burnt while the house collapsed into flames, wherever the man had hid it.
He wished, despite it being impossible, that his costume would somehow miraculously survive.
Specks of tiny stars greeted him from on high as his mother began to lead him toward the car that she had always drove. She said to him while smiling, trying to hide her nervousness, "Do you wanna watch a horror movie when we get back home, son?". Skid was about to say 'yes', since he hadn't watched one in so long. But then his mother spoke again, arching a brow. "...what happened to your costume?"
Skid went quiet. He then meekly said while looking away, "..um.. the man who took me away took it from me. I think he probably put it somewhere, but..". Skid heard the approaching sound of sirens, most likely coming from a police vehicle. Red and blue flashed from the corner of his eye, and his mother stopped in her tracks as if trying to listen to him clearly. He still remained quiet. A flash of movement passed by, too fast for him to process. But as it did so, he could clearly see that it was in fact a police vehicle.
He saw no one in the back seat, so he assumed it probably wasn't the car the man was in.
"...but what?" His mother softly asked, concern showing in her eyes.
"I—I dont know. Its probably gone now, because of the fire.." Skid slowly answered, avoiding eye contact. Despite his trust in her, he felt the strange need to avoid eye contact whenever he felt nervous like this. He knew she wouldn't hurt him over something so simple. Only the man would. So why was he treating her as if she were that man?
"Oh.. well, don't worry, sweetie. We'll find you a new costume." His mother said with a smile, patting his head slowly. And in a somewhat angry tone, she mumbled to herself, "..and I'll kill that bastard if he ever comes near you again."
"What?" Skid uttered. He didn't hear her over the breeze.
"N—Nothing, son. Let's just get to our car." His mother nervously spoke. She then began to finally continue walking, leading him still by holding his hand in her own. Skid obliged, only slowly nodding in reply. He decided that maybe it was best if he didn't ask what she had mumbled to herself. After all, that man had always gotten so unreasonably angry whenever he asked him to repeat something. So maybe it was best he didn't ask her. Just incase.
Finally, the two of them saw the car. His mother held his hand still, and clicked what looked to be a black item. The car made a clicking sound, most likely unlocked now. Skid was thankful to see this car again. On the rare occasions the man would for some reason have to put him in a car, he'd have to ride the means own personal car. The man's car was worn down, darkly colored with damaged windows. And anytime it became warm outside, the seats would be sickeningly hot to have to sit on. But he never dared to complain, for he feared what would happen if he did.
But his mother's car was different. It was darkly colored too, but it was clean and not ever as uncomfortable to have to sit in. At least he didn't remember it being uncomfortable. Then, his mother slowly led him to the backseat, and opened the car door. Skid smiled, and slowly crawled inside. The seat was cool due to the night breeze, and it was dark inside. He could see the faint lights of passing cars, and faint streetlights. Skid saw a flash of red and blue again as his mother closed the car door and began walking to the door that held the driver's seat. He could have sworn that from inside whatever police vehicle had passed just now, he saw an angered face.
He decided it was best not to question it. If it was who he thought it was, then they were gone now. He had no reason to think of them.
His mother then slowly crawled into the driver's seat, and clenched her fingers onto the steering wheel. She revved the engine, and started the car up. Then slowly—she began to drive at a steady pace. Slow, and gentle. Not like the man's habits of driving the car like he was in some kind of car race and nearly hitting several cars in the process.
Skid was going home. He was happy about that. But.. there was something he wanted to know.
"Mom..?" Skid spoke softly, "..can I ask something?"
"Of course you can. What is it?" She inquired, as if a little confused. If this had been before he was kidnapped, he would have just asked what he needed to ask in his usual energetic manner. But he felt the need to ask for permission first.
Skid paused. "How long was I gone for?"
His mother hesitated. Perhaps that wasn't a good sign.
His mother then slowly said as if to not want to upset him, "..I.. I think you were gone for an entire year, sweetie."
Skid froze. Widening his eyes, he uttered, "..w—what? Mo—Mom, I'm sorry—I—"
"No, no, no. It's not your fault. You didn't have any control over how long you were gone. It's okay." His mother tried to reassure him, speaking in a comforting tone.
As much as he wanted to believe that, he still couldn't shake the feeling that it was his fault. How could he have been gone for so long? He must have had everyone worried sick. Why didn't he try to find a way out sooner?!
Skid went quiet again, looking down at the ground.
His mother looked concerned. "Son, are you okay?"
He didn't answer.
His mother slowly said with a nervous smile, "Hey, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. We can still watch that horror movie when we get home, right? Maybe you'll feel better about it then."
Skid stayed quiet still. But slowly, he nodded, not wanting to worry her further.
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Skid had finally been back in his home. His real home. His sweet, sweet home. Pale peach walls, the familiar couch that sat in front of the TV, his room that was somewhere nearby. He wasn't exactly going to his room right now since he still had that horror movie to watch with his mother, but he knew he'd be exhilarated to be back in there. Not sleeping in a basement—but an actual bed! Finally!
He was inside of the living room right now, with a TV that was currently just a list of channels. He would be watching a horror movie with his mother of course, but his mother wanted him to at least feel somewhat filled up. So currently, she was in the kitchen, heating them both up some leftover pizza that she had in the fridge. They were the last two slices in the box, so he wouldn't get to eat any more after he ate his. But he was just glad he got to eat something fulfilling for a change.
Skid kicked his feet slightly, smiling softly and looking around the room with his hands rested on both sides of his legs. Perhaps he'd need to change into something when he got to bed, since what he had been currently wearing wasn't really that comfortable anyway. And it made him look weird, so he'd definitely need to change. His mother had also bandaged up his bruises with some bandages she had somewhere inside of the house. He was at least relieved his bruises technically weren't visible to basically everyone anymore.
Skid heard the sound of beeping, and smelt the scent of warm pizza. He smiled, realizing that the pizza was done. He heard his mother grab the plate of pizza from the microwave, shutting it once she did. Then, he began to hear her footsteps approaching from the kitchen. He slowly peeked up from the couch, eagerly looking at her as she emerged from the kitchen with two plates of pizza in hand. "Pizza's ready!" She called out in a comforting tone.
Skid grinned. He hadn't felt so happy in a long time. He had almost completely forgotten about the fact that he was gone for an entire year. He softly said, "W—Wow.. thanks, mo—"
...then, the door bell rang. Someone was at the door.
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Imagine how fucking Roy's gonna react when he sees Skid again in this fanfic.
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What do you think really happened to Ilsa in DR1?
i am 100% confident that she is alive!!!!!! first of all i just don’t truly believe that tom would want to finish part 2 without having rebecca involved. listen to the rogue nation commentary track to see what i mean (or just look for him talking about her literally anywhere) (or wait for my post on the topic).
second, ilsa is perfectly set up to be a Ghost and a Shadow (two terms that are repeated not only in dr but also throughout the series) in dr2. luther tells ethan that he’s going offline to try to figure out the entity, but the entity does know he’s still a player even if he’s not currently on the map.
ilsa. ilsa, though. by faking her death ilsa fulfills ethan’s ‘written’ fate of losing someone he cares about and gabriel and the entity will both believe their plan, their story, gets to continue on. but ilsa is still alive. ilsa is operating in the dark and she is going to be the key (hah) to everything in dr2. she is going to reappear and save the day and the entire theater is going to go apeshit
it’s genuinely just what makes the most sense and is the most in line with the story that tom and mcq are trying to tell. their refrain is “story is king!” they said it about rogue nation and they’re saying it about dead reckoning. this is a story about revisiting the past in order to move forward. we are being taken to the first movie yes, but also even further, to an ethan we’ve never seen before. ethan’s past is coming back to him but ilsa remains his future. she’s always been his future (come away with me), he just hasn’t been ready to see it.
dr1 was the entity’s movie — we were seeing what it wanted us to see, we were following its script, looking at its shots and editing decisions. ethan said we can’t trust anything outside of this conversation in venice and that was an instruction to us, too! ilsa guided the knife into her chest. every glance between ilsa and ethan in venice now seems like a goodbye (for now). a be safe (because i won’t be able to know where you are or if you’re still alive). he said run as FAR as you can. he wasn’t talking about venice.
luther and ilsa have always been aligned and now they are going to be their own team. they will return to save ethan and benjis asses and ethan will kill the entity and then. and then. they’ll get to choose what to do next. and ethan will say ‘i’m coming with you.’ and ilsa will say ‘i know.’
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tagged by @beesinspades :D
What book are you currently reading? I’m partway through Story Genius, Hamlet, A Thousand Ships, and Derring-Do For Beginners but have not actually read any of them in weeks :’)
What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i haven’t seen anything in theatres lol
What do you usually wear? running shorts and a tank top ^^; yay for wfh
How tall are you? 5'3″ (160 cm)
What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? leo and uhh apparently the anniversary of the 19th amendment being ratified in the US hell yea
Do you go by your name or a nickname? both (and a few on the side)
Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? sort of and also no?? I didn’t become a hermit writer/illustrator in the mountains or a NatGeo photojournalist but I am a writer, artist, dancer, and photographer and I’ve gotten to do all of them in various ~professional capacities which I think sort of counts
Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? nah
What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? I’m good at being willing to hop in and try stuff that looks fun even if I’m bad at it and very bad at identifying poison ivy (unfortunately)
Dogs or cats? yes but cats
If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? mmm i have no idea uh. maybe this piece? and tbh I’ve written somewhere over 130k this year so idk but I did like the line “Am I destined to always miss you and never know you?” from non nobis nati
What's something you'd like to create content for? HOTE :< I have 2 different portraits of HR sitting incomplete on my laptop
What's something you're currently obsessed with? uhhh I feel like I’m mostly not obsessed with anything rn but I guess dance and tcp per us?
What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? worked with a choreographer all spring who kept saying she wanted me to join her company and then. have never heard from her. :)))) love dance. love dance so much.
What's a hidden talent of yours? i can wiggle my ears independently??
Are you religious? nope
What's something you wish to have at this moment? chocolate and also a nap. also an answer for the foot/ankle pain tbh
tagging uhhh @void-tiger @headspacedad @demenior @lookforanewangle if ya wanna but no pressure
#so sleepy and so desperately want to shower but alas. am too toasty for shower so will just melt into yoga mat#as it goes#tag meme
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